With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
It had been a long day. An EXTREMELY long day. The whole school day Toshioni had fixated on the thought of how this training would go. He had absolutely no idea what Dylandy-sensei had in mind concerning his training. The sheer anxiety of it kept him quiet all day. Many a teacher had very cheerfully asked him what was wrong. They seemed to be enjoying the occurrence...pricks.
He followed the map that the school counselor had given him and was now standing in some kind of clearing in a forest. It hadn't been too far from the school. However, it was enough of a walk that he was getting a little annoyed. Forget the fact that the older Quincy could've walked with him to give him some conversation. Why did this place have to be so cumbersome to find? Why?
The sun hit his face and brought a little warmth. Taking a deep breath, he slung his bag to the ground. This was the moment he had been waiting for. It was crunch time right now.
"Alright, let's do this."
He bounced up and down on his feet in anticipation. He was kind of nervous for this; however, he was also excited too. With any luck, he would get stronger. And that was always good.
Although Toshioni's day had ended with the bell, Roy's has not. He had some late, very late in fact, paperwork that needed his signature. Stuff like that tend to pile up with him, paperwork was never his strong suit.
At about thirty minutes or so after the last bell, Roy had finished his work. He looked at his watch, yeah he was late, but it was a teacher's right to be late to his own class. He just hoped that Toshioni was already there waiting for him.
Roy had to make sure the guard outside the gate saw him leave. If he didn't, the guy would just come looking around for him and that would be unnecessary stress for someone of that age. So with a wave, Roy made sure that the guy saw him leave on his bike. He had to park it at his apartment building, so that was going to be another few minutes.
The ride was nice, as every other time he rode. He wished he could go without his helmet, but the law would surely see him. Finally, he came to his building and park his bike, looking at his watch, Roy was definitely late by now. So, grabbing his duffel bag of gear, Roy walked toward some direction to make sure no one would see him vanish in thin air.
Hirenkyaku came in handy when you're late, so he was almost there. It took him a minute, but he reached the spot where he saw his young student waiting. He looked at his watch, he was forty minutes late, but that would mean that they would have to get a move on. "Oi, Toshioni. How are ya? You ready?" He had a smile on his face, a duffel bag over his shoulder, and a hand in the air for a wave as he gently landed in front of Toshioni.
The young Quincy was getting a little upset by the time the counselor had arrived. He was more than a half hour late. Toshioni knew that because he had checked his phone often enough. It was truly annoying when someone wanted you to keep a schedule and they themselves don't keep it.
He had been anxious the whole time that Roy had kept him waiting. Frankly, he didn't believe that it was quite fair for the counselor to keep him waiting. When Roy had arrived he was sitting on the ground. So, he hadn't even walked and still had a need for Hirenkyaku? That was quite odd indeed. Toshioni probably thought that the man had his reasons. Wait, fuck that. He had to wait here FOREVER.
"Oi, Toshioni. How are ya? You ready?"
"Dylandy-sensei, I am quite anxious and nervous. And neither of the aforementioned were aided by the fact that I was ready for this forty minutes ago."
With that he sprung up and looked wearily at his counselor and mentor. Despite his sarcasm, he was ready to get started right away.
Roy stood there for a moment as Toshioni started to complain. Time to get into military mode with a quick swipe of his hair. "I didn't ask if you how you were feeling, I asked if you were ready." He said with a calm authority of a drill sergeant. He dropped his bag on the ground, it make a large heavy thud, and Roy bent down to open it.
"So, how do we get started?"
Reaching in, he pulled out some weights for Toshioni. Tossing them at the boy, Roy continued to talk in a stern voice. "Put those on and start running."
Roy was not here to play around, he was going to train this kid into a Quincy fighting machine. First with some basic military training. After that they'll practice shooting and then we'll see if Toshioni is up for some hand to hand demonstration.
"Just don't stand there, get to running. Move it, move it, move it!"
"I didn't ask if you how you were feeling, I asked if you were ready."
Toshioni straightened up and looked at the man. Something had changed; he wasn't his usual self. He remembered the counselor's office and thought of the picture of him in the military. This must have been what he acted like then. He had mellowed out quite a bit since then. But now he had kicked back into gear and was in military mode. The young Quincy didn't know if this was good or bad.
Then the older Quincy threw weights at him. He was able to catch them but they were rather heavy. He was told to put them on and start running. He kind of stood there for a second, dumbstruck. This was not what he had expected at all. How would this help him become a better Quincy? He really didn't know.
"Just don't stand there, get to running. Move it, move it, move it!"
He quickly began to start shaking and fumbled with the weights. He was put under a lot of pressure right now and he typically didn't have to deal with this. He slipped on the weights and began to run. This was going to be difficult. He was running to the other side of the clearing as it seemed like the logical place to run. He continued on and the weights just began to feel heavier and heavier as he kept running. He didn't know how much these weighed but he didn't know how long he could keep this up. Endurance was one thing but this was absurd.
Toshioni was obviously not used to being told what to do with such authority, he should learn to do so fast. Roy was taught by the best, Hughes Armstrong, the man that was said to take on a tank by himself with just a combat knife. He single handily saved Roy from a POW camp and Roy was nothing compared to him as a Drill Sergeant.
At least he got to running, but that was just physical running. He needed to start using some reiastu to boost him. Roy formed his Beanna Camphor in a split second. A very soild looking bow with a metallic blue hue and feathered tips that looked like bird wings. "I do suggest you start using Hirenkyaku or this is going to hurt." He waited for Toshioni to look up before he pulled back his arrow.
Sure, Roy would never intentionally hit Toshioni, that much was a given. However, with his control, Roy didn't even have to worry about that. He could control the path of his arrows up to twenty-five feet, so this clear area was perfect for him. He aimed up and fired a volley of arrows that would start to rain down on the boy. Only Hirenkyaku could prevent him from getting hit, after all it was nearly thirty arrows coming down.
"I do suggest you start using Hirenkyaku or this is going to hurt."
Toshioni's head looked over to Roy and his eyes suddenly widened in horror. Shit, he didn't expect this. Given, he didn't know what to really expect from this. However, it sure as hell wasn't this. He knew that this was even more of the military in Roy coming out. Call it live ammo practice. Either way, he had to get his ass moving.
Toshioni gathered all the reishi he could for a second. He didn't know if his reiastu alone would be enough for this. He then continued physically running. He wanted to time this right. If he used all his energy he might well be exhausted for the next volley. As the arrows arced downwards he started to use Hirenkyaku. He propelled himself a couple feet ahead at a time. About five had gotten him out of the danger zone.
He continued to run, however. He wasn't keen on getting hit with arrows, after all.
Roy was impressed that Toshioni was able to utilize hirenkyaku so quickly, it was good sign. This was to give Roy an understanding of what Toshioni can do with the basics and that was just enough to pass for speed. Now let's see if he can handle something far more difficult.
"Expect the unexpected."
Drawing his bow once more, Roy decided to test the reflexes of his young pupil. Taking careful aim, Roy spotted just what he needed to make Toshioni have a good work out.
The night before, Roy had set up a series of ginto bombs, Sprengkraft, that would denote once he hits them. Shooting an arrow passed Toshioni, flying right where he'll be in the next second or two, he hit the ginto trigger and caused a flash.
After the flash blast from the Sprengkraft, he fired another shot at one that would cause a small blast. This blast would destroy a rope that would send a tree trunk trap to knock some sense into Toshioni. Though the hit would feel like a person had ran into them, it would certainly knock him on his ass.
He kept running. His breaths were beginning to get heavier. The young Quincy had much endurance but not a lot of strength. These weights seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. However, Toshioni looked over when Roy talked to him. Was something else coming? Yeah, something else had to be. There was no way that barrage of arrows was going to be it. His bow was drawn again.
"Ahhh, shit."
Suddenly, the arrow was fired. However, it wasn't a barrage like last time. It was a single arrow fired right in front of him. Direction changed, he didn't want any part of any arrows that Roy had fired. However, it hit something, maybe a trap of some fashion? Either way, it looked like a flash bomb went off.
He backed up in disorientation. Having not caught the brunt of the blast, Toshioni wasn't in all that bad of shape. However, those flash bombs were nasty business. Turning away, he opened his eyes and only saw spots. He stumbled about for a second before feeling an arrow whiz by and hit something. Turning his head, he saw something coming towards him. Not being able to tell what it was, he dove to the side; better safe than sorry. As the log swung back he saw that it was just that.
"Alright, come over here." Roy called out, dispensing his bow, for now. He was going to let him rest for a moment from the barrage of random attacks, he got what he needed to know about his speed. Roy was not smiles and charm right now. Toshioni was not the kind of kid that needed to be babied. He needed discipline, focus, and Roy was just the man to give it to him.
As soon as Toshioni made it close to him, Roy had his arms crossed. The thing about Roy's training, nothing is as it seemed. And to prove that point, he quickly tripped the boy.
Standing over him, Roy was certain Toshioni was getting the gist of what to expect. "I'll make a man out of you yet. Now give me one fifty." Roy demanded push ups but would Toshioni get that? Probably not. The boy was a slow starter but he'll have to learn fast to survive.
Roy walked in front of Toshioni, arms crossed behind his back. His green eyes looking down at him. They were stern and ever watching, who knows if Toshioni would try to take a swing at the elder Quincy. Roy tired to hit Armstrong, more than once actually. Man that man could punch.
