A Little Forest Training///Closed///Light/Kizomaru//

Shima's footsteps squished through the orange, dead leaves on the ground as he walked. His left hand was holding a black, small umbrella which was barely enough to protect from the rain that pelted down against it. The wind was freezing, and cooled against the bottom of his pants, which were becoming soaked. They were out of the protective range of his umbrella. Shima's free hand reached down and slid into his pocket and pulled on his cigarette box till the top was out. He flipped it back and yanked out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, before closing the box and jamming it back into his pocket. He switched the hand the umbrella was in and searched for his lighter, his phone blocking it before he pushed it aside and grabbed it, whispering some obscene comment before lifting it up to his mouth.

The warm smoke filled his lungs quickly after he lit the cigarette, and Shima began to relax a little bit. The cold didn't seem as cold, and he began to focus a little more. He kept moving along the trail that was covered in leaves until it opened into a small clearing. He slowed and looked up, the trees sheltering the area mostly, though some drops of rain were pushing through and making the area slightly wet.

Shima moved to a tree and pulled his umbrella in front of him, pulling it in so that it was compact and small before he set it down and turned. His eyes closed as he relaxed and let the energy that lingered around flow to him. His left hand rose and the blow energy formed a long bow. He gripped it tightly and aimed at a tree, pulling back an arrow to about half draw before releasing it, and firing it into the tree.

After a few dozen arrows or so, within the span of five minutes as to not tire himself he felt a presence. At least he thought he did. It felt like a slight raise in pressure for a second. Shima shrugged it off and simply stopped, not wanting to scare any humans if they were drifting closer. Instead he stood still and let the bow dissipate. Shima tossed the butt he had and sighed, feeling unsatisfied. He slowly withdrew one more and lit it without as much trouble as the first, not having the umbrella to deal with. He looked up at the smoke as he blew it out and then looked around. He was sure he was being watched, but he felt no presence.

"Just paranoid.." He told himself as he looked at his target. There was a small spread, though it was nearly unnoticeable, especially at this distance. Shima reached up and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and held it, staring. He felt so off kilter for some reason. Uneasy. After another three minutes, when he was sure he was mostly alone and he raised his hand again, the blue bow appearing once more. He reached up with his right hand and put the cigarette back to his lips and left it there, going once again to fire arrows at the tree. After the first two however his paranoia had built once again. The bow faded and he turned, yanking the fag out of his mouth and yelled. "Come the fuck out! I know you're there!" He yelled. After a few seconds he reached up and rubbed his head, the rain around him making to much noise for him to distinguish if there was any other sound. "I'm really going insane." Shima told himself before he turned. "Fuck." Once more the blue bow appeared and he drew back an arrow and fired.

OOC:
Status: Cold, a little wet, Paranoid
Action: Walked, Currently smoking and firing arrows.
Fatigue Level: 5%
Injuries: --
Wordcount: 623

"Hey, what the hell was that for? Watch where you shoot those damn things would ya?" The words sounded like daggers flying at him. He just stood there, his left hand loosened it's grip on the bow, and some of the energy began to disperse so that the bow was a lot shorter than it just was. Long bow is no good in close range situations, and in case she was ready to attack he needed to be prepared.

"You're intruding on my training grounds. There was no one around, and you came. How dare you to question me! You're interfering with me. I was firing arrows. In the safety of the forest. That fact that you tried to sneak up on me and got skimmed by an arrow meant for nothing is your own fault." Shima explained to her, glaring slightly.

He was in a neutral stance, though he was ready. He knew he could pop off at least two rapid fire shots if she ran at him at a normal speed, or he could got step away or behind. "Shinigami." He called to her. "What are you doing in this realm? The air feels clear of hollows, and you've no reason to bother me." He claimed, his eyes piercing daggers into her form. He gently pressed forward onto his toes, almost unnoticeable, thanks to the wet ground giving in slightly to the new pressure. His right hand lifted and grabbed his cigarette and he pulled it down, exhaling a cloud of smoke and fog. The rain pouring down was beginning to get a little harsh, and as so it was breaking through the trees more, and the wetness of Takeshima's clothing was causing him to be chilled by the wind that passed. "I suggest you back off, and leave me be. I have training to do, and you are not a part of that."

His right hand dropped the half smoked cigarette, that had been put out thanks to the rain, onto the ground. Takeshima then clenched his right hand, making a tight fist while the rest of his body searched for reishi to pull in and prepare, incase this woman had plans to fight. It's seemed that's all he was concerned about. Fighting. It may have been the cold. He may have been afraid that his chilled tendons and muscles would lock up. Still, he was not going to back down. "But I won't hesitate to make you a target to train with, if you so wish.





OOC:
Status: Cold, a little wet, calm, wary
Action: Speaking to Kokei. Put out cigarette
Fatigue Level: 5%
Injuries: --
Wordcount: 420

"Fine, bring it on pissant! I'll make ya pay for shootin' up my pants back there."

Takeshima frowned slightly against her words. Why did she have to be so rude.
"Fine. If this is what you want..." His right hand reached over and grabbed his bow, which was slowly gaining an increase in size, back to it's original shape. His left hand gripped it and he pulled back an arrow. "Then I shall spill your blood." He said as he raised the bow to her level. He stood there for a little bit before he whispered, just to break the silence that was beginning to overtake them through the rain."Goodbye." He said, barely audible under the current conditions before he faded from vision at an intense speed. He would reappear up, into a tree that was on her right, his left from where he used to stand. Quickly he fired off two arrows before he moved again. It would be behind her, from her starting point, where he fired one and waited to see her dodging pattern. From there he would start his next course of action using her movements and tactics to lead his shots into her.




OOC:
Status: Cold, a lot more wet than before, calm, patient, calculative
Action: Speaking to Kokei. Godstep into trees, firing arrows
Fatigue Level: 7%
Injuries: --
Wordcount: 201

"Eyuuooo, Look at meeee." Takeshima said mockingly, extending the word me to emphasize the girls mean nature. "I'm so badass that all I can do is run from the Quincy I bothered." He said as he pulled back an arrow. "All I can do is be a bothersome little bitch" Takeshima said as his blood began to boil. He fired an arrow, right at her head, one that she couldn't backstep or else she would get hit in the torso. She would either have to sidestep or charge straight forward. His dexterous hands had already pulled back another arrow and he was waiting.

"What the fuck are you waiting for Shinigami? Why don't you make a move? If you're going to chose to fight and die against me, Why not die from me in style!?" He said, waiting. He wanted her to charge. He wanted her face to face. The best thing was, he knew she could do nothing unless she got close. He could avoid any kido she threw at him with his god step, and the only hope she had against him, was a physical confrontation, but he knew, already, he was faster. The way she avoided his arrows almost seemed clunky, he would have been out of the way in a flash. This would be an easy fight.



OOC:
Status: Cold, a lot more wet than before, calm, patient, Mocking
Action: Speaking to Kokei. Fired a Single arrow and readied another
Fatigue Level: 7%
Injuries: --
Wordcount: 221

Takeshima heard her though he didn't respond, staring. Then she vanished. He could feel the reishi she was releasing as she used her shunpo to move. She was foolish if she thought he wouldn't feel the remnants of energy. When she appeared behind him, he had already spun around and was facing her. He stepped wide right on the branch and slid right out of range of her blade. When she vanished again and reappeared to what was now his left, he jumped right, still holding the arrow back. Her blade passed about a few inches short of him. His eyes watched her feet, and he saw the movement she was making to move again. He felt her energy and spun directly back. Right as she appeared he purposefully let his feet slide off the side of the branch. As she swung, he was falling right under the arc of her swing. At the same time he was releasing the arrow. The arrow had left when she was mid swing. He would find it amazing if she had any chance to avoid. Hell, with the way she was swinging, she probably would not notice the blue energy, her sight obscured by the blade she was swinging.

He didn't keep falling though, his feet were caught by reishi and he vanished, reappearing where she had once stood before she began attacking, his god step taking him there. "You intruded on my training grounds. You are trespassing in my world Shinigami." He told her calmly. Slowly pulling back an arrow.



OOC:
Status:Alert, focused
Action: Avoided two attacks, slipped off the wet branch to avoid the third. Fired an arrow while falling. Godstepped into the clearing. Pulled back an arrow
Fatigue Level: 9%
Injuries: --
Wordcount: 258