Trails of the Mask(open)

[SatsUlquiorra]

Satsu, the white haired shinigami, no relation to Toshiro Hitsugaya of course, walked into a large dojo. He let out a small sigh as he walked across the wooden floor, past a couple of pillars. He sat down, setting his Zanpakuto next to him, and soon became lost in the depts of his mind.

He snapped out of his penisive vortex of though and watched the door closely. He had to accept it. His zanpakuto was almost at its limit, as was he. The only thing left that could make him stronger was Kinoshin, and there was only one way to train him.

Letting a rather large burst of reiatsu loose, he hoped to draw in someone around his strength, hopefullly someone who'd be willing to fight what some shinigami called a monstrosity. For the young vizarded wanted to fight.

[aurius]

Azuma walked through the hallways of the dojo his perfect posture and grace making it look like he was almost gliding past the doors. Closing his eyes he took a deep inhale his red eyes gleaming in the dim light as he sensed something he hadn’t felt in a long time, the reiatsu of a Vizard, a powerful one at that. Placing his left hand on the hilt of his blade Azuma paused for a second before heading off down the hallway towards the source of the energy. Perhaps he had finally found someone who could answer his questions, someone who knew what happened to his people.

Reaching the door he placed his hand gently upon the side of the screen sliding it open his soft sandals made no noise against the hard wooden floor and the glow of the brightly light dojo gleamed off the red armor that covered his torso arms and legs. With a respectful tone and a graceful bow he introduced himself his eye’s never leaving those of his opponent, after all he had to know if this was a Vizard truly worth fighting, and perhaps even more importantly if he knew anything of what happened to the Masked Army. If he knew of the Masked Army he would recognize the armor as a sign of Vizard nobility.

“Azuma Fengarez, lord of the house of Fengarez. We may begin when you are ready”

[SatsUlquiorra]

Satsu gave a small smile and stood. He bowed in a similar manner as he spoke. [color=red"Satsu Munashii. Nice to meet you."[/color] He spoke plainly, as his eyed his opponent.

Taking a fighting stance, Satsu stood unarmed. He eyes left his opponent for but a second to glance at his Zanpakuto that he had left on the ground. He wasnt gonna need it yet. Was this foolish arogance, or all part of a strategy? We shall soon see. "Azuma Fengarez, you may have the first move." He held a smirk on his face as he spoke. Makin gthe first move of a fight was something Satsu hardly ever did.

Waiting patiently he began forming sevaral strategies for different situations depending on what kind of fight Azuma was.

[aurius]

Azuma eyed his opponent carefully, normally he liked to know his opponents name before he fought but it seemed that this was a matter of warriors, he would learn his opponents name in the ring of his blade. Slowly Azuma lowered his stance his reiatsu swirling slightly around him as he metaphorically stretched his spiritual muscles. As he moved Azuma watched Satsu’s eyes they followed his every movement, revealing a probably analytical mind and fighting style. However this all in the realm of speculation Azuma decided to go with an offensive based approach in order to help him gain a better understanding of what he was up against.

Slowly he lowered his level moving deliberately and keeping his movements fluid as his left hand slowly moved over to wrap around the hilt of his blade his right hand following suit and hovering gently over the top of his blade. The idea of these movements was to keep his opponent on his toes focused on the movement of his hands rather than the slight flexing of his calves. With a push he shunpoed appearing roughly a foot in front of Satsu and low, as he appeared his left hand flung out to black a potential kick and to direct his kido “Sai”. The low level kido would barely hold his opponent but would lift his arms for a split second allowing Azuma to continue with his attack using the built up potential energy within his calf to drive forward his right palm striking in towards the joint of Satsu’s right shoulder the angle meant to hit directly inline with the flow of the ligaments in order to increase potential damage. As his hand pulled back his left leg spun across in a sweeping roundhouse kick towards the upper part of the outer side of Satsu’s right knee. With the contact of the kick Azuma’s right leg pushed off and away from his opponent increasing the potential distance from his opponent at the cost of some of the force behind the kick. As soon as he pushed off Azuma’s hands once again moved in front of him as he prepared for Satsu’s retaliation.