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.
Toshioni smiled when he told him to come here. That was good; he was getting a little break. Walking slowly, he stretched his arms. The weights were heavy and he needed to be limber. The young Quincy figured some more punishment was on the way. He had no clue how soon it would be.
"Small break Roy-sensei?"
His answer came when Roy tripped him. On the way to the ground, he uttered a quick "Shit". Hitting the ground hard, Toshioni felt the air just fly out of him. With an open mouth and a shocked expression, he stared up at his teacher. What the hell? However, he saw how this was going to go. No rest. None.
"I'll make a man out of you yet. Now give me one fifty."
Rolling over, Toshioni put his arms underneath him. The weights had put a load on them. However, he was able to push himself up a few times without much difficulty. After about twenty he was running out of juice though. He didn't really have the upper-body strength for this.
"I won't give up. I can't afford to."
He muttered that to himself as he hit thirty. His pace was slowing down extensively. Shaking his head, he refused to give up. His arms, on the other hand, failed to get the memo. Falling to the ground, Toshioni felt his reiastu spike. He slammed his hands into the ground and put small dents as he became covered in a faint aura of dark blue.
Working extremely out of willpower, Toshioni continued.
Roy continued to observe his pupil, impressed that he was able to make it to twenty with those weights. That would have broken a less determined person, but Toshioni was not a quitter. Roy squatted down, to get into the young man's face. "What was that boy? You can't afford to do what? Look at you, your arms are shaking. You can't make it to fifty. How do you expect to do anything like this?" His chants of self esteem crushing questions seem to be having its toll on the boy.
Toshioni pace was slowing down at around thirty and soon his hand buckled under the strain. His face hit the ground, dirt marking his shame. However, it seemed that something was happening. Just what Roy had wanted to happen in fact.
Bits of Toshioni's reiastu started to spike as his frustration was getting to him. Roy, still squatting had a slight smirk on his face. "Come on, pick up boy. My pregnant girlfriend would have been done by now. You think I'm going to wait forever for you to get done? I can always find something else to do then to hang out with some spaghetti armed, hormone filled teenager all day." More of the usual military degrading speech, but it was to make him mad. Being mad was a good thing here. Roy wasn't here to be the kids friend, he was here to toughen up to be the best he can be.
He got really close to Toshioni, so he could whisper this. "Maybe I should just leave." He was hoping that Toshioni would tell him no. He would move on soon, he never really expected him to finish the push ups.
He barely heard Roy's ranting at him. He did hear him say that he wouldn't get to fifty. No. NO! He had to. Toshioni would make it to fifty. If it fucking killed him, he would make it to fifty. He shook his head even more. No...he wouldn't give up. He couldn't. His reiastu intensified even further. It got to the point that the subtle aura became consuming.
"I'll get to fifty. I'll get to fifty and then get back up. I can't afford not to." What Toshioni said wasn't that disturbing. What was disturbing was how distorted his voice was becoming. His vocal chords had very little to do with it. All of his reiastu flowing out was making his voice sound extremely pitchy. It was high and contorted in itself. Quite creepy indeed.
Toshioni continued through the pain when Roy was taunting him. At this point the young Quincy couldn't hear him at all. Consumed in the task, he continued on. He was to forty when Roy told him that his pregnant girlfriend would already be done by now. He kept on pushing forwards. As he got to fifty, Roy told him that he should just go.
He fell to the ground. His reiastu collapsed in on him. However, that was not the end of the dark blue aura. It began to pulsate unstably. Toshioni had just enough to stand. He could barely keep on his feet. He fluttered about a bit on his feet. This meant that he was staggering a bit, doubling over and throwing himself back up like a spider on a hot plate. He wouldn't let Roy leave. He wouldn't allow it.
"I'll get to fifty. I'll get to fifty and then get back up. I can't afford not to."
Roy stood away from the young man as he watched his reiastu pulsate off of him. He was torn from being a trainer and a teacher. He wanted to stop now and give the kid a break, but that wasn't going to be good for him.
"No. No, no, no, no, no. Noooooo. NO!!!!!"
Roy might have pushed the poor kid too far, but Toshioni was now only exerting his real potional. Roy gave him a look over but did not smile. "You going to stop me." Roy said with a bit of attitude. He was trying to egg Toshioni on and it was for his own good.
That unstable reiastu pulsating off him was dangerous and it could attract some very unwelcomed attention. Roy was on guard, though his hands were in his pockets.
If the kid decided to swing at him, Roy would side step out the way. He would touch him only if Toshioni actually managed to hit him. Self defense has its benefits.
Toshioni didn't know how to contain his reiastu at this point. Shit, he should be better at restraint than this. However, it felt kind of good. It was his full potential, after all. This power felt good. It was just so unstable. This really wasn't good. The pulsations felt great and the time in between was almost unbearable. It hurt. It really did. However, Toshioni had expected hurt. If it didn't hurt he would never be able to fight someone like Xuan.
With a quick flash of Hirenkayaku, he placed himself a few steps in front of Roy. With a small grin, he tried to put the pain of his pulsating reiastu out of his mind. However, Toshioni was only human. There was a small twinge of pain on his face as he stood there in front of the older Quincy.
"I'm right here, Dylandy-sensei." His voice was still pitchy. That aspect hadn't improved in the slightest. His reiastu actually began to pulsate farther out now. That was absurd in its existence. He thought he had been at his limit before but now he was pushing that. That had been his old limit before. This was his new limit. He had gotten stronger since his fight with Xuan, that much was apparent. However, it wasn't enough. That was why he was doing this.
It seemed that Toshioni was getting a bit cocky just because he was exerting his true strength, that wouldn't do. The pitchy voice, the small grin, it all made Roy smile. However, this smile was not one of understanding or kindness. If anything, this smile was one you'd see from a killer.
He decided to knock some sense into the boy and as Armstrong would say, a shift kick always solved a cocky private. Not trying to hurt Toshioni too much, Roy attempted to knee the boy in the gut. Sure, Older Quincy was more then twice the young man's age, but he had one thing on the boy, experience.
"Tell me, does it feel good to have power?" He asked as he prepared for another hit. He'd keep up with Toshioni if he decided to run, he wouldn't get far anyways. The hollows would pick up on the scent before he made it passed the tree line.
Although he was acting like a complete jerk, he was trying to exhaust Toshioni. This would prevent Hollows from trying to eat him. Right now he would be a danger to himself and his mother. "Come on, give me your best shot super star."
Roy aimed a knee at his gut. With a small grin, Toshioni blocked that attack with his hands. They were both flat and he pushed against the knee to deter the attack. With that, he jumped back and held his ground against the older Quincy. He decided that this was going to be some kind of hand-to-hand fight. Great, that was what he excelled at. With a step forward, Toshioni thrust his right palm at Roy's head. His soft-offensive style might leave some bruises if he was able to get some hits on.
He quickly pulled back whether his attack landed or not. A quick draw back typically meant a decent amount of pain delivered. With that, he jumped back without hesitation. Toshioni didn't want to get locked in a brawl with someone who was in an Army.
"Tell me, does it feel good to have power?"
"Yes Dylandy-sensei."
"Come on, give me your best shot super star."
Toshioni let out a small grin. Time to party. He lunged forward at the older man and threw both of his palms at his abdomen. His palms were held together to maximize impact if he did hit. As he had before, he quickly pulled away and straightened back up. He jumped to his left and aimed another palm attack at the side of Roy's head. This attack was attempted with his left hand. Pulling back quickly, he jumped back out of Roy's range.
It would seem that the boy had some skill, enough to block a kick that wasn't even at full strength. But his effort to push the knee back was of little point. Roy's leg was far stronger that the boy's hands and he was lucky that he jumped back.
Moving his arm to move the open palm thrust away. That wasn't even worth noticing. He pulled back his arm and jumped away again. At least he knew to avoid staying too close to Roy, he was dangerous at close quarters combat. However, that wouldn't be the case here. Toshioni wasn't done and came him again with those palm attacks. This time, Roy didn't bother moving the attacks away. He used his Hirenkyaku to move away from the attacks.
The one aimed for his head, however, managed to graze him. It had some impact but it was nothing to talk about, hell Roy was hit by Armstong and that knocked him on his ass.
When Toshioni jumped back, Roy spotted his moment to strike. Closing the gap with Hirenkyaku, Roy came around with a elbow hit to the gut. He then pushed as hard as he can to throw Toshioni off balance. After he did that, he moved once more in a split second to appear behind Toshioni. He attempted to slam his outstretched leg down on the boy's shoulder. This time he attacked with half strength, not wanting to dislocate that arm.
A small frown formed on the face of the young Quincy when Roy swatted away his first palm strike. It was obvious that the older man was stronger than him. However, it was also obvious that his style was at least working. If Roy didn't want to get by it, it was a likely conclusion that they might have an effect.
In his next assault, Roy dodged the double strike with Hirenkyaku but he caught some of his head with the left strike. That was good at least, he knew that it had to have some effect. The young Quincy didn't quite fathom the amount of pain that his mentor could take when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Roy's past in the military made him a formidable foe when it came to close quarters sparring. Toshioni wasn't aware of this fact. All he knew was that the older man was coming right at him.
Roy was aiming an elbow at his gut. Toshioni responded to this by blocking the point of the elbow much in the way that he had blocked the knee. However, like the knee, the elbow attack had a lot of force behind it. This had enough force to make him lose his balance. Falling backwards he was able to mutter a brief "Shit." Hitting the ground, he was expecting Roy to follow up from the front.
That was not the case as the older Quincy tried to kick him from behind. He appeared to be attempting an axe kick...that couldn't be good. Reacting quickly, Toshioni rolled out of the way. Straightening up, he aimed a jumping knee at Roy's left side. He also shot forward a palm strike at the side of his head. Using Hirenkyaku to retreat, he took some deep breaths. This was getting harder.
Roy would not be able to dodge both attacks. nor was he talented enough to block both. Options came to mind, mostly to cut one of the assaulting limbs with his Seele Schneider, but that would be too cruel. So, making up his mind in a split second of thinking, Roy took the hit on his left as he blocked the one to his head.
He staggered slightly, holding his side with one arm. IT was a hard hit, Toshioni wasn't lying about being a good fighter, however, his reiastu was still pulsating, and that was troublesome.
No longer in the mood for a simple spar, Roy decided to exhaust the young man with some Hirenkyaku training. Forming his bow, a solid bow of dark blue color, Roy aimed it at Toshioni before he unleashed a barrage of arrows in the hundreds.
These, of course, would not hit the young man in a way that would cause permanent harm. Roy was able to control them for a short period of time and would prevent such a thing from happening. The blue energy arrows shot at Toshioni with impressive speed and Roy figured the boy would have no other choice but to dodge this assault.
But Roy has always been the cautious fighter and had put up his guard in case the boy had plans to strike while he fired. That would prove to be unwise as Roy planned to capture him the moment such a thing were to transpire.