I Just Been Bleached (Bleach Fanfiction)

Chapter 13: Perdition 2

Stage Four

"Concentrate your weight into the balls of your feet, which will give you the advantage to move to either side at a moment's notice," Ms. Lady instruct. "Now swing right. Left. Right. Down. Turn. Defend. Sweep. Strike."

The sword I held firmly in my grip was not my own; she had given me a sword, one much heavier than mines and harder to wield. I didn't quite understand why I had to use another sword, but I was sure I would find out one day.

I had been practicing my swordsmanship for two days straight with only four-hour sleep each day.

Although the time was short, I could still feel the differences in my movement. Ms. Lady felt this area was one of my weaknesses and that I needed to work on it the most.

Can't say I disagreed.

"Now for a counterstrike." She draws a sword as well and stands steadily in front of me. "Now charge me!"

I charged forward but my sword did not clash with hers, in a mere few seconds she had flipped my sword down leaving me open and her sword resting on my neck.

I could feel my blood rushing and muscle contract, for a moment I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. That rush was something I had felt a few times before it was almost like a momentary rage takes over.

I took a long breath before exhaling. "That was interesting."

Ms. Lady scoffs. "That child is a technique called Harai Waza, commonly used to make an opening to upset simultaneously the opponent's base and create an opportunity to attack."

I thought for a second. "Like a parry?"

"Precisely."

I scowl a bit at that. "Couldn't you have just said that?"

She returns the look. "Or perhaps you could learn Japanese techniques?"

I sigh letting her have this one. "Alright, what's next?"

"Time for you to use your sword," she says. "Now that you have held your own with a sword far above your strength your sword will become more natural to grip."

I grabbed the hilt of my sword and dragged it slowly out the sheathe, admittedly she was right, my sword felt like it belonged in my hands.

I held my split sword upwards, taking in the odd shape. I still hadn't figured out why my sword was split and if it was for a reason. Ms. Lady took noticed. "I presume you have yet to speak with your sword?"

"Only once, when I first became a soul reaper. I didn't have time to talk to them long."

Her eyebrow rose. "Them?"

I nod. "Yeah, a creepy little girl and a hooded woman."

"That is the only time you have spoken with them?"

"Yeah, every time I try to meditate it would never send me back."

".....I see," she says after a while. "Then we will force you there."

I let out a long sigh. "You're going to knock me out again aren't you?"

"You're taking the fun out of this," she chides.

She placed her hand in front of me, a white light begins to emanate from her hand.

I recognized the kido; it was a form of bakudo used by Shinji on Ichigo during his visor training.

I felt my head get woozy before everything went black when I finally reopened my eyes I was in a graveyard.

Why did I have a spooky looking inner world?