No Regrets (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

[Jikkah]

"H-Hai..!" She nodded, doing as instructed and keeping her stance wide and her shoulders lax. In truth, Nieve was scared of Grimmjow, his short temper and bad attitude didn't mix well, and the fact that he had thrown her out a window earlier that week didn't help.

 

[DarkMudkip]

"There. Now, swing your zanpaku-tou down." He ordered

 

[Jikkah]

She nodded and unsheathed her sword, swinging downward with a small grunt.

 

[DarkMudkip]

"Again." He stated firmly, watching her movements

 

[Jikkah]

She swung down again, swinging from her hips as she did so, keeping her eyes trained forward.

 

[DarkMudkip]

"When you swing, take a half step forward; carry your weight into the swing. Again." He told her

 

[Jikkah]

"Hm!" She nodded and did as instructed, carrying her weight into the swing as she took a half step forward.

 

[DarkMudkip]

"Good. Keep going until your arms ache. And even then, keep it up." He instructed

 

[Jikkah]

"H-Hai!" She nodded, continuing her training, but after almost four hours she was drenched in sweat and breathing hard, after all, she grew up in a cage.

 

[DarkMudkip]

Grimmjow made a face, "That's all you got? Even newly turned Arrancars last longer than this!"

 

[Jikkah]

"Unpleasant desu.." She muttered, shooting a scowl at him. "I haven't stopped have I?"

 

[DarkMudkip]

"I could swing my sword for a day straight without breakin' a sweat when I first lost my mask!" He prodded

 

[Jikkah]

"I don't even have a mask..!" She shot back, continuing to swing her sword, grinding her teeth.

 

[DarkMudkip]

Grimmjow tapped just under his eye, "Are you sure? Cuz I can see the makin's of one."

 

[Jikkah]

Nieve faltered, stopping her swing to bring her hand up to the spot where Grimmjow had pointed to. "Eh!?" She could feel a small ridge just under her eye about an inch long, complete with a couple small bumps.

 

[DarkMudkip]

"I guess we can stop for now. Go cry to Apporro." Grimmjow said

 

[Jikkah]

Nieve frowned softly and looked to Grimmjow. "I don't want to stop." She said, then took up a form again, resuming her training.

 

[DarkMudkip]

Grimmjow rose an eyebrow but smirked, "A'right, kid.."

 

[Jikkah]

Nieve continued to practice for another five hours straight, but she was running on fumes and soon her strokes were becoming weaker and weaker, stomach growling, but she did not stop.

 

[DarkMudkip]

Grimmjow was sitting against the wall when he moved over and grabbed her wrist, "We're done for the day."

 

[Jikkah]

Nieve looked to Grimmjow, almost startled by his presence; she had nearly forgotten he was there. "Hai." She nodded, sheathing her sword and moving to sit against the wall.

 

[DarkMudkip]

He watched her and sighed, "Already, you're pretty good."

 

[Jikkah]

Nieve perked. "Really? I was never allowed to touch any weapons, and to be honest I thought my work was shabby."

 

[DarkMudkip]

"Don't get me wrong, you need a lot of work...but your picking it up real fast just like an Arrancar should." He told her

 

[Jikkah]

Nieve nodded, scratching her messy head of hair. "Ano... Tesla said he would teach me how to develop my Pesquisa tomorrow, may we push back tomorrow's lesson?"