Sakuya Touka

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General Information

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Name:Sakuya Touka

Age:20 (After Arankaru)

Gender: Female

Rank: Espda 1

Character type:Arankaru

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Personal Information

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Personality: Touka enjoys the respect and silence of others while she is present among them. It's not as if she hated it, and if they did talk, she wouldn't really care. Touka is more "self-centered" , worrying more about things that could happen or affect her. In a way, every being in the universe is like that, however, Touka's personality mainly reflects this concept. A friend in battle, and is near death, or herself facing the same situation, her choice would be to get herself out first, before trying to save anyone else. Despite this attitude, others could "misinterpret" this as being kind. In such a situation, and she had not been in danger, then she would have saved him, for the fact that more allies meant a greater chance of success.

Touka can be more assertive as well as ignorant. She judges things upon her own consciousness, and decides from there. Even orders from "higher beings". She would rather do things her own way, because of the ability to further predict the outcomes of things. Although, most of the orders she receives are usually viewed as "good selections" and end up following them anyway. Not just that but boredom easily makes her "gullible" as well.

Physical Description:Touka, like many other Arankaru, wears the standard Arankaru clothing. The long white coat with white pants and a dark black sash. She keeps her coat buttoned, for the most part, and lets her Zanpacto settle nicely in her sash. She doesn't button her coat all the way up, though not as revealing. She usually keeps most her hair tied back, in a ponytail and let some of her hair hang down. Some of the time, she would rather have it not pulled back, and leave her long hair fall. She has abnormal ears, it would seem, but they are part of her mask. Even though she is a few centuries old, she still retains her image when she died, as a 16 year old. Though because of the lengthy time, and transformation into hollows, she looks to be around or in her 20s.


Height: 162 cm (5.31ft)

Weight: 48kg (108.02 lbs)

Image Link: Sakuya , Touka ((ears are part of the mask... so it would be white >.>))

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Character History:Sakuya Touka was born in a feudal era of Japan, a time where many remote wars were starting to draw more attention. These times were harsh, especially for the community that she lived in. Each of the districts was becoming more power hungry, and desperate for more land to supply their richness. The Shogun was the only one who held strict rules to keep the battles at minimums by forcing his own military upon them, it didn’t prevent all battles from occurring, but it stopped the whole island to erupt in war. Though, once he had passed away, leaving no one to take the Shogun name, war took every corner of the island. These battles created a massive uproar, making the Daimyo to raise their voice for their own position in the Shogun’s capital. A constant demand from the Daimyo for more weaponry, and for more support of their peasants forced the war to become an issue for everyone within the nation, only for their own greed of achieving the highest rank of there was. The battles were fierce, taking each district in a life or death situation. They left no one behind; fearing that anyone left might become treacherous for their progression.

These facts, even as horrifying it sounded to the Touka family, were ignored as most families do when something unbelievably terrifying approaches. Touka felt differently though, She didn’t want anyone in her family to die, and if it was just a myth, it would still provide a good motivation to start some kind of practice to defend for herself and her family. As a result, Touka learned the way to handle a sword in secret, against her parents' thoughts, and against society’s views. Everyday was strenuous, from practicing strikes of the sword; to the cleaning and cooking that she needed to help with as well. Even though her parents denied the fact that war would approach them soon, she could still see the worried thoughts they had, and even the other townspeople were caught purchasing weapons of their own. Though most of the town was still lax in preparing for any kind of battle, leaving just a small force be able to overrun their village. She did the best she could, going through this new routine for days, trying to learn anything and everything that took regular samurai years to complete in just a few short nights. Still, she wasn’t about to give up, even if it was wrong for a female to touch a weapon.

The day came, not a day too soon. Weeks after the day her training started, a reporter that had just recently left the town came dashing back. It was obvious he was covered in fear, and the townsfolk panicked. They ran to their houses, blocking doors, setting their traps, anything they could think of. Likewise, Touka and her family rested in their own small house. Though, Touka couldn’t just wait for the warriors to come barging into their house for her to attack. She grabbed the sword that took a large amount of pay to get, since she had to bribe a passerby to buy such a thing, and ran out of the house, despite the surprised looks of her family. She had learned enough to fight decently; though, by all means it was nowhere near professional. She met with the other folk who had felt the same way, holding their swords in the street, waiting for the first warrior to show. She hid at the end of the crowd, nervous from being killed, and at the thought of killing others. A fact that the reporter failed to mention was that this group of warriors was only a small force passing through to the next city. When they showed up in town, the home trained warriors, leaving not a single one left, ambushed the force. Touka, who was extremely frightened at this point, stayed hidden in her initial spot, until the majority had been killed. Knowing that they actually had a chance, she leapt out, forcing the little skill she had in fighting to slay a few of the warriors. The last one fell, leaving a significantly less amount of people standing, and only a few of the townsfolk were still alive. But what surprised them the most was Touka standing in a bloodstained kimono, and a katana in her hand, dripping with blood.

She was scared and upset from the result. The townsfolk feared her, and the other survivors of the battle. They were going to cause more trouble, and cause a conflict between their Daimyo, and the one who had sent these warriors through. At that spot, the townspeople exiled them, especially Touka, since she violated the rules of strictly helping out with the household. Collectively, they were forced to leave, but even the other survivors took little attention of her presence for the same reasons. She never saw her family again, and walked off, following a survivor who offered to help her to only train for survival. They stayed isolated from the battles, up partway of a mountain. They trained, and the kind-hearted survivor taught her what he knew, though she felt a sense of irritation from his words. Her skills became advanced quickly, especially with her quick learning attitude, and her obedience. At the end of the month, he left, leaving her with the words,” I only taught you this so that you could survive. I can’t watch a girl die just like that… But you still shouldn’t have picked up the sword…” She was left alone, and resided on the mountainside for a few more days, before leaving herself. The battle didn't establish just a fear of killing, but gave her a feeling of power. A feeling that would lead her on the path of “darkness”.

Her techniques were somewhat admirable, but they were still far from perfect. After all, she was just nearing her 18th birthday. But the fact that she was still able to fight and live gave her enough joy for her to enjoy the birthday alone. Everyday, she traveled, picking up various styles of fighting by the places she stayed. She only watched the other men practice their kenjutsu, trying to decipher it herself, so that she could try it later on. Many people asked her why she was traveling, and always offered the advice that it was a dangerous time to be “sightseeing”. She would always laugh, and tell them that it would be best if she could see the country before the wars became so violent that it would be wrecked; or they would die. No one knew about her kenjutsu, and few of them asked or tried to marry her, but she always left before she could be found again.

Of course, destiny wouldn’t be complete if she hadn’t been caught in another battle. Another town, far from her hometown, she was caught in the midst of another ambushing battle. Eager to test her skills, or die trying to prove her work, she left the town to meet the incoming warriors. She felt the world had already shown what it could, and given enough satisfaction of life that she could have. The force, just a few more members smaller than the one attacking her town paid no attention to her, until she moved without giving them a warning. Quickly, she descended into their ranks, killing the first two before they realized she was capable of fighting. Deep within the crowd, they could hardly draw their swords without hurting each other, and thus scrambled to gather room before drawing their swords. Nonetheless, some of the warriors drew their weapons to, in some way, protect themselves from her blade, or any of his comrades’. The most trouble was the last few, who had enough room to maneuver freely

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, though through a long battle, they were defeated as well. Of course, the town was ecstatic, that a female had defeated a small force of warriors. Many of them didn’t want to sell any kind of medicine for her injuries, and with the crowd brushing her away with a careful sweep she left.

The town had quickly spread the word; however, and soon she was recognized as a demon, or an angelic savior. She was regarded as both, though the ones disapproving of her skills kept the others from supporting her, which led to her belief that no one in the country had any respect or any kindness left for her. She decided to change now, especially now that the towns were receiving more about this person who had fought off a small force by herself. Her kimono was becoming tattered and worthless, so she had bought a western styled clothing, made differently from regular clothing, and would help in lasting for a more lengthy time. She had become exalted as a demon, who could terrify an army from each of the districts. Some of the Daimyo wanted to have her join their army, giving them the advantage over all of the others, but she refused every time, by killing the messenger, or other escorts. None of them had succeeded in coaxing her to work for them, and destroy the other Daimyo. She hated the Daimyo, since they were the ones who had started the wars, and created this situation for her in the first place. Her anger was growing for the townsfolk as well, since each town closed up at her arrival. She usually had to use force to gather the necessary elements for living. She was not only becoming advanced in skills now, but becoming developed in strategies as well. The districts decided to call a truce, until the terror of the land would be "taken care of". Not just that, but some of these followers decided to take arms, and fight for the cause of ending the wars. That itself posed a thread to all of the current Daimyo, and they had to do something in retaliation.

Each of the districts sent out an army, a size that was agreed upon, to make sure that she would no longer affect the battle outcomes to become the new ruler of the lands. Their forces were large, and the combined army was large enough to extend beyond her sight. All she wanted was to protect her family, but for that, she had to suffer an extreme death, by fighting with every last bit of strength. She fought with every tactic she could maneuver, every style that she had learned, but the sheer numbers were complete in favor of her opponents. She dropped her sword, realizing the complete defeat, and fell into sadness. This was the price for dedicating herself to the purpose of ‘being on the good side’, trying to end the wars, or even just being kind. She was killed there, in her own mass of tears. Each district still had lost a significant amount of soldiers, even after their objective had been achieved, and like the fall of the shogun, battles sprung up again, leaving her efforts to waste.

She stayed on Earth, not wanting to be taken away from the countless people that she hated, that had tormented her, or those who had messed up her life in the first place. She wanted to become stronger, not only to protect friends, but for the sake of becoming stronger and taking revenge on those who have created this lifestyle for her. These feelings and lust for power caught the attention of the hollow world. It wasn't long before they dispatched to devour her, since these feelings and resistance started to raise and release her spiritual power as well. Exiled for saving the town, disrespected because of her gender, taunted because of her abilities weren't real. She wouldn't forget any of it, all of them deserved to receive their repercussions. But in this state, with her spirit chain and without a weapon, she was useless in defeating anything. Thus, she wasn't completely angered about being consumed by hollows, though, it was when she learned about the existence of those who “protected” souls, she was infuriated. She felt that her deeds were excelling above any of the others, and that she should have been sent to “Soul society” which, as she regarded it, as heaven. Her hate was expanded once more, for these pure souls called Shinigami. When she saw one, her undeveloped powers were useless against him, and his power greatly overcame hers. With disappointment, she retreated, escaping the shinigami barely. She desired power more than anything else now, and would go to great lengths just to become a powerful being. She became more active in “impressing” the more powerful hollows, and taking control of “missions” as they were called. Collectively, she became more respected in the hollow world, though it meant more battles to defend her position. Time passed, and her form developed into a Menos Grande. Her original appearance was still far from being revealed, and the usage of a sword was still unavailable for her. Years passed, as she followed orders, while keeping a close watch upon the civilization of her hometown, as well as the surrounding towns she had visited. However, as the years passed, the technology of the village grew too, becoming more populated and more renown for it's tranquility.

She didn't care if it had become peaceful within the town, or if the people no longer existed in that realm. Wherever they were, she would kill them again, alive or not. Her constant hatred and killing of other souls and people had burned the thoughts to her mind. They were something that she wasn't going to forget, even through the transformations. Everything was for achieving those goals, and after they were completed, she would serve the one who granted such power to her. Without much delay, her form transferred again, more of her released Arankaru appearance was present at this point, leaving a slightly altered humanoid form. Though this power was great, there were others who seemed to have been able to defeat captains. The stranger part of it was they held no mask. Because of this, she had stopped a few of them, because of their appearances, thinking they were shinigami who had entered Hueco Mundo. Her power as an Ajūkasu helped her survive the close battle. She was still unexperienced with the new power, and the strange hollow had greater advantages that she did not have. This was dissatisfying for her, especially after ascending the ranks to an Ajūkasu class Menos Grande. She held power, and the return of most of her intelligence that was lost during her years as a hollow and Gillian.

She sought the source of this new power, coming across the vast palace of Las Noches. She was ready to accept any kind of deal, whether it was a pledge for loyalty, or death, as long as she was able to complete the tasks she wanted. She entered the palace, pledged loyalty to serve, and had the mask removed as the one she fought earlier. A zanpackto appeared at her waist, as well as her original form. She disliked the standard clothing that was issued, and decided to keep her own. But this new power was something completely different than everything else. She felt the power just course through her veins, the reiyoku accumulation was much more powerful, and the use of a sword put her at an advantage once more. She was determined that she was ready to battle the necessary foes to complete the lifelong and spiritual goals she had set.

With the determination of killing the townspeople and the shinigami, she set off to the human world. This time, she held no fear, and didn't reside in the shadows as she was used to doing. There, at the same place the town used to exist, she started her 'rampage' drawing her sword and killing as many people as she could. She felt lifted, that the years and years of suffering was nearing an end, that she could finally relax more, and have the complete life that should have happened. Shinigami came, and most of them were slaughtered, though, after the first few that were killed they stopped assaulting head on. They started to realize the force and power she had, and decided to call upon the higher ranking members to 'exterminate' her. Sekia, being caught up in the excitement and joy of taking her revenge on the taunting people, fought these higher ranking members with everything. In the end, they were both injured badly, and both had retreated. Even if it was a tie or a loss, she still had completed revenge. Nothing else seemed to matter now, life or death, she didn't care.

At long last, she had neared the ultimate power there was. Sekia only had the revenge to complete against those who escaped to Soul Society, and the shinigami who had abandoned her for the hollows to take. She didn't care for any reason they had, but with her habits of creating hatred and keeping it, she would fight them until death. Occasionally she would attack others as well, testing her powers and strength with others, and even trying to bring back the several styles she had memorized hundreds of years ago. But until her death, she would continue serving the one who granted such grand power.

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RP Sample:

*Sekia walked through the hallways of the large palace. It was strange to see it, for some reason, even though she had visited this particular hallway several times before. Her right hand rested on her Zanpacto, just to help give an edge to any hollow or arankaru that decided to have a battle now to pass the time. She didn't care for a battle now, though it would certainly help taking her mind off of boredom. A few more steps through the hallway, and listening to their echoes left her standing in front of a massive hallway, blocked by two enormous doors. She pushed one open with trouble, and stepped into the hot sand, even though the lights outside were nearly out. The wind picked up her hair, and blowed the untied parts of her dress, as well as tossing bits of sand at her. She didn't have to go far, just far enough to open a portal to resume 'work' at Earth.*

Hopefully there'll be someone worthy to fight...

*A garganta opened it's way for her, leading her to the big city of Karakura. She stepped out with her senses peaked, immediately searching for a possible 'victim'. anyone with a higher amount of reiatsu to consume or fight. With patience she found something, a reiyoku that was higher than the rest of it's surrounding, though not by much. It was either some attempt to hide their reiatsu level, or a human with a particular exalted soul power. The portal closed behind her as she walked completely out of the portal. She took off, leaving the position in the air. Just a mere Sonido was nothing to use, and if anything, it helped her prepare for any kind of battle that would ensue.

She found the source, a human dressed as a normal civilian, but on her presence, the human had discarded the body immediately. It was nothing other than a shinigami, and by the looks of it, a fairly weak one too. Though, this shinigami knew the danger of the situation he was in. She disappeared from her position again, this time to attack the pacing shinigami. With an unexpected movement of his sword, the shinigami had blocked her hand, poised to pierce his heart directly. Without thinking much further, her leg flung up, kicking him away before he could make any other movements. He was good enough, to at least entertain for awhile.

The shinigami stood once more, this time releasing a more plentiful amount of reiatsu, and had released his blade. She knew that would be more troublesome than what she intended the battle to be, and stepped lightly again to prevent him from continuing. She had misunderstood his power though, since a wave of reiastu encased his presence, shielding him from her approach. She sighed, and stepped back, this needed more thought, and more power to break. Her hand flowed to her sword, and pulled the blade out. The gleaming surface shined brightly from the illuminating reishi of her opponent. Another step placed her at his side, the barrier naturally reacting to block her sword. She smiled, knowing that her powers were being underestimated as well. The sword pierced through the barrier easily, and cut through the soft and unprotected shell of her opponent.

She stood over the shinigami, feeling resentment to feast on the soul. She left him there, for the other hollows that were bound to follow. The battle hadn't lasted as long as she wished it, but it was more troublesome that she wished for as well. She walked away, in search of another opponent, one that would last longer without making her put alot of effort in. She swung the sword through the air, shaking off the excessive blood, and pushed it back into it's sheath at her side. From there, she vanished without anymore delay.*

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Thank you!! >.<''

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Zanpaktou:

Evankuruga[/u]
Release phrase: Break or Show your justice!

Sealed: The blade of this Evankuruga is normal compared to most of the Shinigami blades. It is the normal length, with a black sheath that has a white cap at the end. The blade is bent a little, giving it a curve to support a point of maximum impact. The backside of the sword is not sharp at all, and is rarely used compared to the edge, and is usually used for giving the extra physical strength and expansion of force she needed. This blade has a diamond-shaped hilt, the four vertices's pointed to each of the flat edges as well as the sharpened, and backside of the blade. This blade, like the others, only has one sharpened edge, which has the shining silver color, and the back edge, which is a darker, almost black color. Touka takes special care of her sword, as Samurai should, and even if it did not contain an Avatar like shinigami, she still caressed it as if it did. The approximate length is somewhere between 3-4 feet long.

Resurreccion:
Sword[/b][/URL] This Zanpacto undergoes very little transformation. Her history with using Japanese styled swords stays with her, and her skill with the blade is reflected by the little change that occurs. The blade gains extra length, extending the reach of the sword by several feet. But because of the gain in length, her sword becomes significantly thinner. Although this blade is as thin as paper now, it still retains the hardness of a normal blade. This is the source of the drain of reiatsu, where the blade uses the reishi to condense and harden the blade. Despite it's looks, the blade requires a significant amount of reiatsu, most of which is mainly used to harden the blade and sharpen it. And because it is so thin, there is hardly any wind resistance, allowing her to swing the blade much more freely than before. The guard turns from being a diamond, to become a regular square with each flat side parallel to the blade or edge. The handle itself becomes longer, letting her get a better grip, as well as control the blade's velocity and power. The approximate length of this blade once it has increased is 5-6ft. The long blade still retains the slight curve as most Japanese style blades did, with a slight bend in the length of the sword.

Her appearance is also changed, by releasing the white substance to Convert the shape of her body.The mask forms around her face in an appearance of a skull, and two long immovable antennae. The substance accumulates at her arms, near her wrists, giving a more steady, and protected areas that could pass for shields. The rest of her body is shaped in a style of armor, though the transformation helps in making her more agile as well. Her already thin shape is reduced even more, making it even harder to attack. This 'armor' is just an extension of Hierro, though it isn't ridiculously strong. However, in this form, it would require a shinigami's bankai to even pierce it. Several long flat plates hang from the back of her "skull helmet' as well, and might have an effect as a weapon.

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Resurreccion Abilities:
In general, this Zanpacto grants the user a control and manipulation over fire and flames. Most of the techniques are driven from this concept of manipulation, and she is not limited to these few. If she can think of some other way to manipulate the flame, she can process it. The flame is mostly limited to her Zanpacto, but a touch of her blade can set an opponent on fire, or grant her a timed iimmunity to fire.
--Hiken:

This utilizes her ability to focus flames to other parts of her body, and not just from the sword. The prerequisite of this technique is to have a flame, and fuel it with reiatsu. The longer she waits to use the technique the more reiyoku is drained from her. Fire gathers around her arms, to where she can use it to use an elemented melee style.

--Hiten Kaihodan:

By using manipulation techniques over fire, the user can use either thought or hand gestures to compress a variable amount of fire then release it like a gunshot at a target at a high velocity. This technique, because the nature of compressing oxygen and heat, takes time and can only be fired straight. Though, the explosive shot may cause a reaction, letting it burst in several different directions.

--Okibi Kitsune:

This technique summons a fox, much like the true appearance of her Zanpacto, with nine tails. The fox is composed of flames, making it hard to just slice the flaming attacks. These firey animals are controlled mentally, though they can, but unintentionally stupid in nature, roam about on their own accord. The main traits of these animals are their fast reflexes, and intense heat created by the gathered flames.

--Hishoha:

This technique used for defensive purposes. This technique calls a high density of fire and flames in a certain spot, raising the heat tremendously. The reiatsu level in the certain area also increases, to fuel the fire, which is released once again as a hot reiatsu. This gathering of fire and flames is mainly used for sheilding against attacks she would have trouble in defending with her own Zanpacto. The heat intensity of the fire will also discourage many people, other than herself, to stay away from it.

The following techniques are usually used when Touka judges her opponents to be worthy and strong enough. These abilities basically extend those mentioned eariler. These are in fact her true abilities, in which the previous forms only gave slight hints about. This is usually done to enjoy her opponents more, and make the battles usually last longer than they needed to. This also changes her appearance as well, forming great wings of fire behind her, as well as the nine tails that extend out from behind her. This fire was previously held back, though to fully reach the potential of her sealed powers, these flames are released.

--Dai Hiken:

Instead of forming fire around just her arms, the heat is comressed infront of her fist. Being compressed as highly as it is, the fire can shoot out at an opponent. Though she uses this technque once she makes contact with an enemy. Once she touches the enemy, she releases the massive amount of reiatsu stored, sprining forth an intense heat.

-- Kitsune Enjou:

This technique summons two foxes, from the flame and heat of her Zanpacto. These two are considerably faster and smarter than the ones created by her shikai. Also, they are much larger, holding a wider range of heat they produce. They are controlled mentally by the user, as well as being smart enough to take initiative by itself. These forms are heavy representations of the true Zanpacto avatar, and therefore rely on the true Zan's intellect. These two won't turn against her, but the orders she give are interpreted by the Zan first, then put into effect. Most of the time, this isn't a problem, but to attack or do something irrationaly will cause the blade's technique to refuse and defend against anything that would result.

-- Ryuujin Jakka

This technique spews flames from the Zanpacto itself. Flames radiate from her and the sword, covering them in the intense heat of the sword. Constantly, the fire returns and spews more, keeping the fire flowing from the hilt. The blade itself still exists under the flames, but because of the massive amount of fire that is emitted, it is unseen, and gives the blade an appearance of flames on a handle. This blade can extend the flames out over several feet, and radiate an intense heat, almost impossible to stand near without being burnt. This is a powerful technique and is usually the final one in attacking someone.

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I guess disabled for now..

Hollow Techniques:

Cero (Zero)
A high powered energy blast that can be fired from the mouth, or hand. Only menos, arrancar and vizard have so far been shown to use cero, and it appears that higher classes of hollow can use it more efficiently.

Sonido (Sound)[/i]
The arrancar equivalent of the shinigami shunpô or Quincy hirenkyaku; it allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds.


Garganta (Throat)[/i]
A technique used by the arrancar to travel between Hueco Mundo and other dimensions. It literally tears open the dimensional fabric seperating the worlds, revealing a tunnel of whirling, torrential energy that must be focused and solidified to create a discernable pathway.

Bala (Bullet)[/i]
An arrancar technique in which the user hardens his spiritual pressure and fires it at around 20 times the speed of a cero blast. It is not quite so strong as cero, however.

Hierro (Iron)[/i]
Refers to the ultra tough skin of the arrancar; while very strong, it is by no means invincible.

Geppou (Moon Step)[/i]
A technique in which the user actually jumps off the air itself by concentrating reiatsu under their feet, allowing them to stay in the air for much longer than usual. The users are able to cross great distances without ever touching the ground, or to utilize to for swift aerial attacks.

Rankyaku (Storm Leg)
A reiatsu based projectile technique in which the user kicks out at very high speeds and strength while concentrating corrosive hollow reiatsu into the blow, sending out a sharp "air blade" with roughly half the power of a cero blast that can slice objects and greatly damage any who are struck by it, there are many possible variations of this that can be made by the user.

Muerte Vista (Death View)[/i]
An enhancing sword technique that allows the user to add extra speed through three consecutive strikes. A proper footwork must be held throughout the technique and because of being consecutive, the blade strikes with only a few miliseconds between each strike. This techiqnue is usually used to strike three times, before exiting the technique. A constant mind state, and a proper plain for footwork are requirements for such an advanced technique. The name is derived from enemies not being able to see the strikes, and therefore only seeing death before their eyes..
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Stats

Reiatsu:150

Attack:150

Speed:100

Weapon Skill:50

Experience: 10(0)