Post by Brago Kiryuu on Jun 25, 2012 1:21:44 GMT -5
Brago stepped into the underground training area that had been secretly built underground. He was here to master a skill that had been considered a staple in the Arrancar powers since day one. He was going to learn and master the Hierro or iron skin. He had mastered the bala and created his own variation of a sonido. This would be a difficult ability to master as no one had ever really explained exactly how the ability works. He knew the general idea was to harden the skin against blades and other objects but he wasn't entirely sure how to do it. The thought of his training for bala slipped across his mind as he thought it through. When he did that training he was forcing his energy to collect and form in the palms of his hands outside his own body. The pain that came from that as the energy ripped his flesh apart still buried deep in the back of his mind. A thought crossed his mind, If the energy can do that damage when forced to focus outside the body what is to say it wouldnt be the exact opposite if focused inside the body?
Drawing his sword he brought the blade across the flesh of his arm and watched the skin split and the blood pool out of it. His goal was to make the next strike do no harm to his body. He sat down cross legged and closed his eyes. Expanding his Pesquia he vaguely sensed the entire reiatsu around him. He could feel his own expulsions and just the general reiatsu of the surrounding world. He focused his own energy forming it into what would appear as a ball within his chest. Slowly working to hold his concentration he extended tendrils of energy out two large ones coursing down his legs and two more out through his arms. This energy burrowed its way deep into his body the pain nearly knocking him unconscious. As he extended the energy out he felt it come in tune with his bodies natural make up. As his energy hummed his body matched the tune effortlessly. The pain dissipated and soon he felt as if he had a permanent coat of energy just under his skin.
Opening his eyes he yielded his concentration to find out that the energy was now so in tune that it was like a natural reflex. He lifted his sword once again but unlike before he wasnt merely going to cut his flesh. He swung the sword with full intention of severing his own arm if he had not mastered his training. It would be a small price to pay for his own failure. As the blade closed in he felt the energy harden slightly beneath the skin at the point of impact. The blade collided with his flesh and was halted in its own progress. The blade sat against his flesh the sharpened edge no duller than earlier but his skin unyielding to its nasty bite. Brago smiled he had learned the art of the Hierro and had mastered the skill as he had told himself he would.
Drawing his sword he brought the blade across the flesh of his arm and watched the skin split and the blood pool out of it. His goal was to make the next strike do no harm to his body. He sat down cross legged and closed his eyes. Expanding his Pesquia he vaguely sensed the entire reiatsu around him. He could feel his own expulsions and just the general reiatsu of the surrounding world. He focused his own energy forming it into what would appear as a ball within his chest. Slowly working to hold his concentration he extended tendrils of energy out two large ones coursing down his legs and two more out through his arms. This energy burrowed its way deep into his body the pain nearly knocking him unconscious. As he extended the energy out he felt it come in tune with his bodies natural make up. As his energy hummed his body matched the tune effortlessly. The pain dissipated and soon he felt as if he had a permanent coat of energy just under his skin.
Opening his eyes he yielded his concentration to find out that the energy was now so in tune that it was like a natural reflex. He lifted his sword once again but unlike before he wasnt merely going to cut his flesh. He swung the sword with full intention of severing his own arm if he had not mastered his training. It would be a small price to pay for his own failure. As the blade closed in he felt the energy harden slightly beneath the skin at the point of impact. The blade collided with his flesh and was halted in its own progress. The blade sat against his flesh the sharpened edge no duller than earlier but his skin unyielding to its nasty bite. Brago smiled he had learned the art of the Hierro and had mastered the skill as he had told himself he would.
