Hatred of the Quincy: On the Rise Again?!

"Tsukimaru, get ready! It's impossible for me to lose here. I'll show your father and everyone else, that I should become master of this Dojo." Enthuastic and energetic, the young teen behind the voice dashed at the one who designated as Tsukimaru. A careless strike with his blade held high into the air, and clashed against the hand of Tsukimaru. Inside of the room they were in, there may have been around twelve students. Yeah fourteen exactly, counting Tsukimaru and the teen who'd clashed with him. There was a silence in the air, each student's eye bigger than the student that sat next to them.

A smirk grew on Tsukimaru's face, glaring into the unfit eyes of the teen that opposed him. "Reikoku, you are still naive. In fact, I must say, you are an idiot. My father should've left you in the Rukongai where he found you." Tsukimaru mocked Reikoku. This was something Tsukimaru did when they clashed nearly every time and because of that, Reikoku was accustomed to it. Perhaps Tsukimaru was correct. Maybe Tsukimaru's father should have left him where he was. Reikoku however, knows there was something that the man saw in him, especially if he invited him with open arms into his domain. Reikoku couldn't let whatever the man saw in him be in vein, so no matter what he trained to get better. He wanted to justify himself.

Repositioning himself by taking a leap backwards Reikoku created a gay between himself and Tsukimaru. Grabbing his blade's hilt he held it downwards. "Coronate, Kaikoishi!" His once average katana extended outwards turning into a long broadsword. Rather than a metak makeup, his sword, Kaikoishi, took on the properties of the earth. "I can't believe I thought I'd beat you will just but Zanpakutō in it's sealed state. Now Tsukimaru, face the terror of Kaikoishi and myself!"