Unlikely Friends Training.

Sairento looked around the empty soccer field, popping the mod soul into his mouth, the gigai slipping from his spiritual form. He smiled, watching it walk to the bleachers, sitting and waiting for the fight. He waited as well, his right arm coming back to grip the hilt of his blade.

It had been a while since he had trained. Yoruichi had taught him a lot but he hadn't had to fight in a while. He patiently waited for his friends to arrive, Wondering how far they could go without killing each other.

*Domon arrived at the soccer fields, remembering with a shudder the last time he had come to the school. Didn't go too well... I wonder what Sairento wanted. It's unusual for him to call me out here. He saw him standing at on the field, noticing that he was in his Shinigami form. I get it now.. he wants to train. Well, that or kill me. He smiled as he approached him.*

He waved at his friend, smiling as he slowly stepped toward him. I have been thinking about it...And I am sure of what you are now. An empath. You can take other's abilities for your own use after touching them, correct?

Sairento slowly relaxed his shoulders, the gargantuan Nodachi falling to the ground, before even the tip touched, he brought his arm back, the hand grasping its hilt tightly. He brought his arm forth slowly, swinging the blade around to rest it upon his right shoulder, bandages still intact. He smiled once more to his friend, shifting slowly to circle the male, while awaiting his answer.

Zilo came walking up slowly making sure that his outfit covers the number 1 inscribed on his stomach but with a white t shirt it was hard to cover and the whole in his chest. He looked around to see if he could see anyone that he recognized he saw sat. and Domon. He started walk towards the.But then remember they didn't know he was the former espada. He then was about to alk around and walk away.

Sairento noticed a new spiritual pressure, recognizing it as his friend Zilo. He then turned to the departing male, waving.Yooo...Dood training is over here! He stopped waving, chuckling as he turned his attention back to that of domon, his head tilintg in a.."so who goes first" fashion.

He didn't have much experience fighting two humans at once. (as he thought zilo was human) And so he began to plan out in his head that he wouldn't release his shikai, planning to keep them alive. He didn't want to kill his new friends, especially after all he had put Domon through just earlier that day.

*Domon smiled at Sairento. That's not quite true... I'm not an empath, that would just be wierd! I can use others abilities though. He began to walk around, removing his shirt, then his jeans revealing a pair of shorts beneath. It was clear that he wasn't terribly concerned about being wounded, possibly due to him being able to heal any wound in the past. I have to say though, that's awefully observant for someone who has only seen it once. You've heard of me, haven't you?

Domon saw the new man approaching, and could feel from his reaitsu that he wasn't entirely human. This didn't particularly bother him, however, so he simply smiled and waved at him* Hey there!

Sairento chuckled at domon's question, throwing his blade on the ground. He then kicked it away, assuming a Tae Kwan Do stance, tilting his head. You can say, the facility gave me a lot of 'free time' He brought his right fist forth, aiming at domon's cheek while he pivoted his lower body, his left knee coming up to the male's stomach.

He smiled, knowing that Zilo wasn't too keen on joining them in their training. He kept at the ready though, trying to not get distracted by the thoughts that entered his head. He knew that if he showed one moment of weakness Domon would spot it, and leap on it.

Zilo came walking over and finally sighed they'd know sooner or alter. When he got close they could see the whole in his chest and the number 1 written on his chest he stood there starring at them. He wondered what they would say.

*Domon saw Sairento raise his fist while twisting his body, and so decided to do a quick spin in order to get behind him. Once he had dodged the attacks, he continued his spin in order to launch a quick and powerful kick at Sairento's side. While doing this, he continued to consider the man standing nearby, keeping an eye on him. Not bad at all...

Once he saw the man reveal his tattoo, a great smile appeared on his face. Well what do ya know? He's the Primera! Nice to meet you!

Sairento had assumed as much, allowing Domon's kick to land. he used the momentum of the blow to bring his form into a half-cartwheel form, stopping while standing on his hands.Mmh'..A former espada.. That being all he needed to say, he pushed his form upwards with his hands, him being in the air above domon. He felt he had the advantage being the only one who had mastered most of the martial arts. He brought his right leg to a bend, his heel pressing into his groin for the customary Crane blow.** His left leg pushing straight outwards as he fell.

The foot came to domon's right shoulder, him then pushing his foot to cross the male's jaw, pushing under the bone. If his hit landed, it would pop Domon's jaw out of place. If it only grazed, it would knock a few teeth out. Either way, he readied his form to flip backwards, in case of counterattack.

**Crane Blow: An american adapted art from the old Japanese form. This is a kick-only style, which uses the laws of gravity to push all of one's weight into the specific striking leg. The force of gravity magnifying the power to allow a breaking of bones.

*Domon leaped back, having been expecting a counter-attack he had made a point to keep one foot on the ground. But to make an attack from the air, much less a Crane blow... he's had as much training as me! Too bad Master Shane isn't here... he'd love this. Domon took a defensive stance, unsure of Sairento's next move.*

Sairento sighed at his failed attack, him flipping backwards as planned. Though he did so, he remained in the same place, hand stand walking closer to domon. He then brought his arms downward in a bend slightly, chuckling as he closed his eyes. He then let his legs spread outwards, his arms pushing upwards and against the ground to allow him to spin quickly in circles, remaining in the one spot, like a top.

His feet came across Domon's chest, this being an Advanced Crane Blow. The heels were to crash into Domon's ribcage, fracturing on the first hit, completely breaking on the second, the coming to his stomach to knock him off his feet on the third. He knew that at least one hit had to land.

*Domon recognized the technique, having seen it several times, and so raised his hands to deflect the first blow, knowing that he couldn't stop all three, using his wrist to push his foot down as he moved to the left, bringing his elbow up as he moved. Hopefully he will be off balance long enough for this to work. What he gets for understimating me..*

Sairento simply allowed his form to be pushed for him to lay on his stomach, the male's elbow swinging into air. He smiled, noticing that the male's weight shifted to the better of Sairento. He sat up, bringing his arm up to Domon's stomach, index fingers pushing to a specific spot in his abdomen, a cero charging, made of his strong purple reitsu. THe cero then launched at Domon's stomach, widening and enlarging to half the size of Ulqiuorra's larger one. He grinned, knowing that Domon would at least be wounded from this.

Not good.... *Domon bent backwards quickly, but being burned by the attack. He jumped back, a frown on his face that quickly reverted to a smile. Definitely did not expect a Cero there. He smiles as he raises his hand, pointing his index finger at Sairento. The finger begins to glow with a green light.*

Zilo walked up to them. "This is interesting and all but i wanna vs both of you at once." Zilo got into a defensive position and looked at the two men and hoped that they would agree to fight him 2v1 since he wished for it to be a fair fight.

*Domon lowers his hand, turning to the Primera. I'm not too sure about that... you I don't think you know quite what you're getting into. He smiles. But if my friend here is willing, I'm game!

I don't know, I am much stronger than you think.. He sighed, resealing his bankai, his blade returning to normal. He knew that the former espada thought of him as just a regular shinigami. But in reality he had once been one of the most powerful division captains. He tried to hide the fact that he had gotten bored of the fight, him waving to the others in a lazy manner, leaving the soccer field.


EXIT

*Domon smiled, looking at the former Primera. I'll fight you on my own I suppose. He dropped into a defensive stance. Who knows, I may even surprise you. So, what do ya say?

OOC: Domon grab my zanpaktou for me and meet me in the runaway shinigami thread in karakura

OOC: K, I'll just say that I finished here over there, so I can keep this thread going