Bart and Mikey's Excellent Adventure (Private)

((Note: This takes place after the current event.))

Boom. A crack of thunder penetrated the torrentious, torturous drumming of a heavy rain's downpour. Immediately, it was followed by a flash of blue light as electricity arced across the clouds. This flash illuminated one Demon Obscurum, standing atop Karakura Hospital in an effort to see the cause of his awakening. A mere twenty minutes earlier, he had been sound asleep in his bed when a massive surge of reiatsu shook him from his thunder. The spiritual pressure was so great that he couldn't even move the blanket off of him before it subsided. After a quick change into his standard white school uniform, he took off into the night, exiting via his bedroom window.

And now, he was drenched. Flipping his head to the side in an effort to displace the soaked bangs that were slapping his face, he stared hard into the clouds. This wasn't normal. Something was wrong with this storm. Although it was natural lightning (he could tell because he couldn't sense any reishi on it, only kishi), there was still something off about it. "Duck!" His face twisting up in anger at the mystery, he swore to no one in particular. Sighing, he lowered his head and stared at the ground beneath his feet. Goodbye, sweet, efficient, stabilizing structure. Leaping into the air, he hovered for a brief moment before disappearing into the rain, hirenkyaku propelling him higher and higher into the sky.

Forming a bubble of reishi around his head that connected via tube to a large chamber floating behind him weightlessly. There. At least he'd have oxygen now. Bracing himself for the chil as he continuously climbed into the night, he broke through the black cloud's membrane and felt a cold unlike anything rain alone could ever hope to accomplish. Still, it was nice and dark, and for a moment, Demon felt at peace. One more push, and he was out, breaching the top and emerging into a sudden dryness. Still, the cold was there, especially from his icewater-clogged clothing. Scanning the area, his red eyes looked for the cause of... whatever this was.

A powerful blue bolt of lightening came down from the sky rapidly splitting the gray raining clouds in two. This bolt of lightening was rushing down rapidly as it then crashed down to the ground, the thunderbolt exploded on the ground and sparks of electricity split up and flew off and disappeared into the atmosphere harmlessly.

From the electricity stood a tall figure a very muscular man wearing a white haori with the japanese sign for Thunder on the back of it. He wore Dark blue and White robes and was in sandals. His hair was long up to his shoulders and has a very vicious rusty beard he gave of the appearance of a Viking, he was armed with two Zanpaktous one by each of his sides.

He sniffed the air as he looked around the rainy area as the heavy down pour would continue, he looked up to the skies and then took out a cigar from the inside of his haori. He clicked his fingers and then a small bolt of lightening came down striking the tip of his cigar lighting it. He puffed on it lightly blowing out clouds of smoke, he took out the cigar and held it with two fingers of his left hand. He rose his left eyebrow as he looked up to the sky as he said.

"What the F*ck is that?... a ... person?"

As he saw the person wondering higher and higher he rose he right hand and began to move it around in the sky as the clouds and winds would move in sink to his fingers. He pointed his fingers to the person and then span his hand around slowly.

As he did this the clouds would begin to shift around and move creating a large orb of cloud around the man, then the ball was filled with air so that the man could float inside and breath as well.

Slowly he let his hand fall as the ball would also come down to the ground slowly, the ball of air that was covered with clouds around it landed smoothly on the ground and then opened up. This unleashed a gust of wind which blew the tail of Michael's haori making it wave behind him.

Michael squinted his right eye and had his left eye fully open, he placed his cigar back in his mouth and puffed on it and waited as he felt the spiritual pressure of another being inside. Michael had no intention to fight he simply stood there patiently waiting for the person to step out of now clouded misty area since the orb unleashed all the air that was inside of it.

Michael would puff on the cigar and through the mist the only thing that could be seen was the light glow which came from the tip of his cigar and outlines of the smoke that he would blow out from his nostrils and mouth.

Suddenly, wisps of blackness began to encircle him as the cloud transmorgified to swallow him in an orb. Closing his eyes, he reached his hand up to grab his cross before stopping. This reiatsu... It was the same as what had woken him up. Lowering his hand, he knew that even if he fought, he would be slaughtered; there was no point in activating his bow. Not yet, anyway. Realizing that there was oxygen in the darkness, he released his reishi oxygen tank, letting the energy that remained into the sphere. Good. That combined with what was on the cloud simply from it being manipulated would be enough to pull off something, anything, if need be.

It had stopped. Suddenly, it dispersed slightly and a massive gust of wind cut the air. Staring, Demon locked eyes with the being he knew was the cause of the night's disturbances. He had no trouble seeing in the smog. His lifetime spent in the Darkness had allowed for him to develop a near-perfect nightvision. Stepping away from the misty remnents of the vessel, Demon's constant monitering of the man's spiritual pressure told him that he was calm. This fact allowed Demon to be calm as well, and when he approached the figure, confidently striding in the gray haze, he crossed his arms across his chest loosely and smirked.

Flipping the hair from his eyes once more, Demon offered a small wave as the mist continued to swirl around, opening up and allowing the light from the man's cigar to reflect around them and illuminate their forms a little clearer. Deciding that he would allow the stranger to say the first words, considering he HAD summoned and all, the Obscurum remained silent, keeping his lips curled in a small half-smile, a touch of lift entering the back of his lips. Thunder cracked once more, followed by a flash of lightning atop their night sky veil.

Michael looks at the man through the fog, he waves his right hand and a gust of wind blows away the fog from where the two were standing however the rest of the area was foggy and the rain continued to pour down. Michael looked at the man from top to bottom with his eyes and then noticed how he stood as if he was injured slightly and recovering from a fatal wound, and from the cross dangling by his ear he assumed that he was a quincy.

"I take it by the cross dangling from your ear that you're a quincy? heh... what's a quincy doing jumping into high active thunder clouds? You know you could've easily been killed from one of my lightning bolts right?"

He said this to caution the young man, not to threaten. Although Mike sounded threatening he was simply giving him a word of advice. He looked to the boy and saw that he couldn't stand too well, he gave this boy props he was still standing even after being injured, Michael wasn't planning on attacking him, his plan was to get to know the young boy and then if he saw him worthy he would heal him.

"And also, how did you get injured. I can tell by the way you stand that you were badly injured, You look like you just escaped from a hospital."

Michael chuckled lightly as he puffed on the cigar one more time and then blowing the smoke out from his nostrils.

Finally, the man spoke. Nodding at the first question, he made no effort to hide what he was. Why would he? He was a Quincy and proud. "I was looking for the source of this storm, and from what you just said, that'd be you." Licking his lips out of habit more than anything, he continued his answer. "As you said, I'm a Quincy.That means I can sense reishi, right? General knowledge. But do you know what else that means? I can tell the difference between reishi and kishi, the matter that makes up this world. By searching for what felt like nothing, I could sense the lightning before it hit me, and evade with hirenkyaku. It wouldn't be the first time."

Although he appreciated the man's cautioning, he felt the need to defend himself. Compared to the expanded longevitiy of a shinigami, hollow, or arrancar, Demon was incredibly young. But, that didn't mean he was prepared for life. But still, he remained silent about it after his answer, wiping the moisture from his face.When the second question came, he considered the answer. How did he get so injured? He had woken up earlier, assessed his body's state, concluded he would survive on his own, broken through the window with an arrow and jumped out the window, but everything before that was black.

"I'm not sure. I can't seem to recall." Shrugging as he said it in a rather nihilistic attitude, Demon inspected the damage. His right arm was scabbed from the elbow down to his wrist. Only after seeing it for the first time did he realize just how much it hurt. Wincing as he stared at it, he began collecting spirit particles in the atmosphere to inject into his flesh to replace what was lost until it could regrow naturally. Thank the darkness he was a quincy. As pink flesh appeared once more, the scabbing rejected and fallen to the ground, he marvelled at it. He didn't actually think that would work.

Michael puffed on his cigar one more time then took it out of his mouth blowing the smoke out as he did this, he looked at the cigar and then threw it to the side as he was done with it. He blew out the remaining smoke from his nostrils.

He saw how the quincy had healed himself but noticed that it wouldn't be enough, Michael looked down at the quincy since he was standing at 6"11. He opened up his right palm and created a white spiritual orb which would begin to spin rapidly in his hand.

This orb then rose up in front of him and had split in two and then extended to the height of the quincy. The two spirit waves began to circle the young quincy rapidly and then trapped him in a cocoon like casing, the white spirit cells would begin to spin around rapidly and then glow as the quincy would feel that his body was getting warmer but this thing that was surrounding him wasn't harming him. In fact it was healing him.

Once the spirit particles had healed the young quincy they returned to Michael's right hand and then disappeared. He looked to the quincy and then said.

"There you should be fully healed now, and yeah I'm the one who created this thunderstorm. I have the ability to create things like this at my own free will, plus a little rain helps it can cause a disturbance but it still helps.

And the sound of thunder keeps away any hollows trying to get near to the area, if they try coming close they get struck by lightning, that's why there are so many thunder strikes happening around the place. Now then you gonna tell me your name? or you just gonna stand there and get wet all day expecting me to take out an umbrella from my haori?"

Michael placed his hands in his haori pockets as he looked up to the sky three thunderbolts struck three separate areas at the same time. He smirked and said to himself. "That looked like a good one"

Each time one of his thunderbolts would strike a hollow he could feel the hollow as it would get hit and then disintegrate and pass on to the next world. Michael looked back down to the quincy awaiting his response.

Things appeared to be going swimmingly between them, so when the shinigami opened his hand and began charging up his technique, Demon didn't panic. Remaining calm as the light bathed him, circling him and blessing him with its regenerative properties, he breathed normally and allowed for the light to do what it was intended to do. His skin stitched together, forming new tissue where necessary. It itched a little, but he didn't particularly care. After the glow faded, he did a quick scan of his body. Everything seemed to be in working order. Good.

Nodding at him, Demon lowered the back of his head to stare up at the sky. The rain struck him dead in the face as he watched several more bolts of lightning illuminate the night. Every bolt of lightning was killing a hollow? Not too bad. After the second question, Demon looked down again. His name? Well, that probably WOULD be expected after he had used his enerfy to heal him. "Demon Obscurum." He answered, before returning his attention to the sky. It was so interesting to watch the patterns that the electricity made in its path from the ground to the sky, or from cloud to cloud, depending on its type.

"Heh... Not bad." He murmured as the triple bolt flashed. Clearing his throat, Demon realized that this was probably a chance he would never get again. "Does that mean you could teach me to do something like this? You said you could create it from your own will... Sounds like you've got yourself a fair bit of power." The Quincy turned to face the shinigami once more.

"A fair bit of power? heh... yeah you could say that. So why do they call you demon? Tell me while I show you this trick I call the firework. Or the rain fall either name suits it well. You grab two arrows and you launch one up into the air first, then you launch the other one up and make sure that they clash in mid air.

Once they clash they will explode like a firework that has just been set off and then they will fall down onto the opponent attacking what ever number of opponents there are. However for this case we will just use hollows. Allow me to demonstrate... this may sting a little."

Michael's eye would glow a thunderous blue as the thunderstorms and rain fall from above would subside. He took out a small bead from his haori pocket, this bead was a dark blue colour which he would drop it on the floor and it would set out and create a large see through electrical dome which was enough to cover 10 people.

Michael would let off some spiritual pressure to attract some hollows, the spiritual pressure that he let of was not even close to half of what his normal spiritual pressure was however this amount of spiritual pressure would being at least a 4th seat Shinigami to there knees and make a recruit fall flat on there face.

As Michael let of some spiritual pressure a large amount of hollows had charged into the area and had attempted to get into the dome however the electric current that was circling the dome would push them back a few feet. In total 10 hollows would arrive from each area making a total of 50 hollows surrounding the dome.

Michael unsheathed his right zanpaktou and had covered it all with electricity that it had produced itself. He launched this up high into the sky and then did the same to his left zanpaktou launching this high up and making them clash with one another.

The two thunderbolts exploded like a firework and the loud roar of thunder could be heard as the sparks of electricity would fall like rain onto the hollows killing each one of them in the space of a minute.

After the minute had passed each hollow had now been slain, sparks of electricity that had fallen would join up and collect within Michael's hands and create his two zanpaktous once again. He withdrew his blades and then he had attracted some more hollows which would stay outside the dome. He looked to the quincy and then said.

"You try, these hollows won't get anywhere near you when you are inside this dome, because if they do manage to break the dome the whole of the outside of the dome will explode and unleash a powerful electric wave striking any spiritual opponent around, meaning shinigami, hollows, fullbringers and quincys.

Normal humans won't get affected by this, this would feel like a warm breeze rushing past them. However for hollows its a very painful death, for shinigami it simply sends 1000 volts of electricity through there body and stuns them slightly. And well you get the point."

"Demon was a name I started for myself when I was very young. I detest my real name, and since I was constantly finding the darkest place to be, my mom called me her little Demon. So I ran with it." Although he was telling the story, he wasn't looking at Mike. Instead, he was busy watching the technique in action, studying the movement and reaction patterns of the reishi to see how it was done. And of course, he had fallen to his knees when Mike unleashed a wave of spiritual pressure to attract his targets. It was a power unlike anything he had felt before.

Still, after it had subsided, he stood up, and grinned widely. There was now so much energy in the air around him, even just inside the dome, that he would be able to pull off something amazing. When the technique was finished, and the disintigrating corpses of a half-hundred hollows buzzed around them in the wind, Demon had his analysis complete. He knew how to emulate something similar. Or at least, try. Staring at the dome for a moment, he marvelled at its creation. A one-way, semipermeable membrane made of solid reishi and coated in electricity, with channels running through it for detonation.

Not bad. Reaching up to his left ear, Demon pulled at the cross that dangled from the fleshy lobe by an anchoring hoop and chain. The chain shattered, disappearing into the wind much like a hollow carcass. Pulling it out in front of him, energy collected from the large abundance, condensing and forming his familiar bow, Deicide. Taking his free hand and placing it at the back, he grabbed the reishi cord that appeared only when he desired it to. Pulling on it, two arrows formed. Taking aim straight up, he released the cord and watched his handiwork in action.

The arrows arced away from each other when they flew, creating a large gap between each other before arcing once more to close in on each other. Striking in mid-air, there was a large crashing sound as they merged into a large orb. Immediately after completion, a torrentious downpour started. This downpour was not made of rani, but instead of black, thin needles that shot at high speeds toward the ground. Hitting the Hollow, they were torn to shreds by the technique, the highly-dense needles doing their part as a sky-placed turret to take out the ground forces with little trouble.

"How was that?" Demon asked, lowering his bow and basking in what he had accomplished. The needles had stopped firing, but the black orb remained in the sky. The Obscurum kept an eye on it for a moment before returning his attention to Mike. Of course, he felt a little bad for killing so many creatures when they had done nothing wrong, simply come looking for a meal, but he had no choice. The weak had to be sacrificed for the strong to become stronger. It was the only way. If they could understand, they would, simply based on their own patterns of gaining strength. Self-consumption.

Michael saw the attack that the young quincy had done and nodded in approval.

"Hmm... that was pretty good, to be honest there's not much I can really teach you, you use arrows I mainly use swords lightning and the power of winds. If you want I can give you a little spar and show you a few techniques to use on someone when you have to use a sword. Of course I will use one blade and will put little strength into it so that I do not cut you."

Michael's eyes went blue once again as the thunderclouds above re-appeared and began to pour down heavily with Rain and Thunder. More hollows had arrived around the dome and began to smack the dome viciously as they were desperately hungry and were attempting to get into the dome.

Michael's eyes went back to normal the rain continued to fall, Michael clicked his fingers and the dome had instantly exploded. Sending out a large wave of electricity to the hollows electrocuting them and killing each one of them.

Michael and the quincy were fine and were not effected by the wave of electricity that had been sent out.

"If you want I can train you in battle, in strength and speed. They are the two most important things you will need in a battle."

The shinigami was right. They possessed different fighting styles, so training wouldn’t really affect him. It would increase his fighting versatility, but he’d never be able to master anything he was taught. Instead of growing full steps, he’d be inching up half a plank at a time. Jack of all trades, master of none. That kind of style was highly detrimental to Demon’s love of precision and efficiency. ”You have a point there..” He murmured, watching the environment around them. Not with his eyes, of course, but with a constantly-vigilant field of reishi similar to echolocation. He’d send out a pulse of sensory, grab on to as much reishi around him as he could, get a feel for the approximate distance and malevolence inside of it. A trick he learned in the Darkness when he needed to differentiate from friend or foe.

”Spar training, eh? I could always use some practice. Speed is something I have down. I doubt I’m anywhere as fast as you, but I doubt I have the training you do. I’ll get there, in due time. Using strength, on the other hand, isn’t something a Quincy typically does.” Bringing his bow up, Demon pointed at a random spot around them. Pulling an arrow, it took longer to draw than many. Grabbing onto it tighter, he pulled it away from his bow, the warm energy buzzing beneath his rain-numb fingers. Dismissing Deicide, the bow became an earring once more. Placing it at his ear, the chain reformed from reishi, and the symbol dangled once more. Twirling the arrow in his hand, he felt for the weight. It was light and fast. Just as he was. Still, there was something a little off with it.

”But that is exactly something I want to do. You use your sword. I’ll use this. As long as you don’t put too much energy into your swings, it won’t disperse my arrow. As long as you use enough, I can perpetually steal reishi from it and reforge it. Sound good to you?” Holding the five foot arrow in front of him with one hand, he placed his other, palm-flat against the energy-mass. Sliding it along the length of it, the arrow flattened into a shape closer to that of a sword. Swinging it again, he smiled a little. That was better. It had an edge, now. It was perfect. Dropping into a stance similar to the way he moved around in the darkness, he prepared himself. His feet were spread shoulder-length apart, one in front of the other. His sword arm, the right, held the blade diagonally-parallel to his chest. His other hand was moved behind him, crossed along the bottom of his back, fist clenched. Yes. He was ready.

"Hmmm... strange way of fighting but sure, I'll give it a try."

Michael lowers his spiritual pressure so that Demon would be able to stand a chance and would not get crushed by Michael's power, he unsheathed his blade as he took a stance with his feet, he looks to Demon and then nods to him.

"Alright, show me what you've got!"

Damn. Demon was waiting for the shinigami to make the first move. But if that was the case, he wasn’t going to complain. An opening wasn’t to be wasted. Rushing forward, he took medium sized steps, so he wasn’t reliant on one foot, and twirled his energy-blade around his head to give it momentum before bringing it down toward the shinigami’s right shoulder to cut in a diagonal fashion toward his left hip. His left hand was still clenched tightly behind his back so it wasn’t in any immediate danger. Rain and mud splattered around them, the water and dirt that had collected on the ground kicked up by his movements.

His suit. It was ruined. Ugh. Oh well. That wasn’t something he should be worrying about right now. What he should be worried about was the myriad of lightning and wind technqiues that this shinigami had at his disposal. Although this was just a simple spar intended to train speed and strength, Demon doubted it would stay at just that after too long. A real fight wasn’t just brawn and a quick foot, it was using every weapon and skill you had to win. Relaxing his muscles, he made sure to keep his breathing in check. He didn’t want to gas himself out too early. What a chump move.

He shook his head in disappointment as he saw such a reckless move was made, Michael saw the blade coming down and just before hand he moved to his right, he span around and then slashed Demons left side with his blade. The blade stabbed through Demons body and then was ripped out the other side as Michael finished the spin. Michael then stood behind Demon as he slashed the air to take the blood of his blade, leaving it nice and shiny once more, he only had one blade out. His other blade was still withdrawn.

"Come now, you can do better than that."

The thing about Hirenkyaku, and all forms of Hoho, is that when they’re activated, if done at the appropriate time and done fast enough, it can leave an after mirage of what would have happened if the previous instance actually happened. Blood splattered from Demon’s torn side. Blood looked like it had splattered from Demon’s torn side. That image faded. In the air, a few feet above Mike, the Quincy had his blade flipped so it was pointed down. ” "Come now, you can do better than that.“ He heard the shinigami mutter at him. ~You’re damn right I can.~ He thought, as he plunged the blade straight down toward the captain’s neck.

It was kind of funny. He had never expected for this ruse to work. The shinigami was too fast. Too smart. He wouldn’t be tricked by something as slow or as simple as this. Wait. Demon’s eyes went wide. Of course he wasn’t tricked. Collecting as much energy as he could from the close proximity of the man, Demon propelled himself back as fast as he could using Hirenkyaku, placing the platform behind him and grabbing onto it. Sliding his feet along the ground, his shoes sunk into the mud slightly, leaving a trail a couple of meters long in front of him.

Panting, he pulled himself up straight. Clearing his throat with a cough, his breathing returned to normal. Flipping hair out of his eyes, he dropped into his familiar stance once again.

Michael chuckled lightly.

"I see you figured out that your little move wouldn't work huh? heh... You was right to move away when you did, good change of strategy."

Michael smirked lightly as the rain would fall gently with a light breeze blowing around. Michael's sudden appearance disappeared, there was no trace of him anywhere, his spiritual pressure could not be sensed nor was there any sound being made that gave evidence that he was around.

Suddenly he re-appeared behind Demon and lunged his blade to the boys back, just a few inches from his spin Michael attempted to stab him through the back. If it succeeded Then the blade would pinch through his back and then rip out through his stomach and would cause Demon to bleed rapidly.

This would only happen if the attack succeeded. Demon would be injured badly and the blood that would drip from his gut and back would reveal his location when he would hide. It would also slow down his movements due to large amounts of pain that was caused by the blade.

Demon grinned the moment Mike's energy disappeared. "I thought I already told you..." Leaping forward, he spun quickly, still holding his energy-blade diagonally across his chest. The point of Mike's blade was blocked by his arrow, the force of the push harmlessly sending him backwards (a platform of reishi under his feet keeping it smooth). "I sense reishi, the particles that make up spiritual matter. The opposite of this is kishi, which I have a familiarness with as well." Aiming his sword-arrow for Mike's chest, he grabbed onto the shinigami's wrist and pulled him closer, Demon's weapon thirsty for blood as Mike's chest was brought rapidly toward the edge.

"You disappear and the kishi behind me suddenly disappears? Guess where the shinigami went..." Of course, Demon was very sure that the attack wouldn't work. No matter how quickly Demon moved or fought, this shinigami would be able to destroy him without trying. But still. This was training. It was for Demon to expand his skill repetoir, not for Michael to prove that he was stronger.

"Heh clever but you have to remember one thing."

Michael spins his arm around Demon grabbing his arm and then pulling Demon closer to him making the arrow press against his chest, Michael then lunges the sword through Demons gut as it then rips out of his back.

"Always disarm your enemy before you try a move like that, or at least make sure your ready to block."

Michael then let go of Demons arm and ripped out his blade, he stood there looking at Demon watching to see if he got the right person and now an illusion like last time.

Of course. He had been so blind. It wasn’t often that Demon would enter battle without his coat of protection, which normally protected him from such simple techniques. But, because they weren’t using any form of power, only pure skill, Demon never had the chance to activate it. He had completely forgotten about it. He grunted, his legs shaking a bit. Blood dripped down his suit, staining the black with a shade of burgundy he didn’t much care for. His eyes suddenly bulged from their sockets as Michael wrenched out the object of intrusion into his body. Stumbling backwards from the aftershock of the rapid removal, he brought a hand to his stomach quickly. Cupping it over the wound, he was relieved for a moment, but the moment blood began to pour over and through his trembling fingers, he sighed. Looking up at Mike, he shot him a grin.

”You’ve made your point. I need to learn to tie up all loose ends… or cut them off.” His smile wavered for a second, and his eyes flashed from his stomach back to Mike. ”Do you think you could give me a hand with that healing thing again, or should I start doing something about this?”

"Remember, in battle you need to learn how to sustain wounds, I've once been in a battle were they've managed to break my arm and I've had to strap it on with as much random stuff that I could find. I've had loads of my bones broken, I've even been placed in a full body cast."

Michael walked over to Demon, he slashed the air as the blood sprayed all over the ground. He walked over and placed his blade by Demon's neck.

"You've just been stabbed, you're bleeding rapidly, if I wanted to finish it I could slice your neck." He placed his blade on Demons shoulder on the joint of his arm. "I could slash your arm off and see if you bleed to death. Take note of everything that happens."

Michael stabs the ground with immense force that the blade manages to pierce through the concrete. He then extends his right hand towards the wound as a large white spiritual thread pours out of his hand and begins to wrap itself around the wound, this then begins to spin around rapidly and then in a matter of seconds heals the wound.

"Alright, now that you're all healed whip that blood of your hands, and then attempt to lift up my zanpaktou which I pierced in the ground. Notice, I pierced it with little effort and it is already three inches deep into the ground. No other person so far... apart from one... who I won't name has managed to pull it out of the ground. Accept me of course."

In battle? If this was battle, Demon wouldn't have bled so much. Noir's Blessing would have helped keep his wounds to a minimum. But still. He needed to become stronger. If thsi Shinigami could heal him, why couldn't he heal himself? The Obscurum listened to Mike as he explained about battle, nodding at the appropriate times. Waiting patiently, Demon allowed for Mike to heal him, the familiar light stiching his flesh back together and filling him with the things that were lost. Standing up, he brushed himself off. Hm. His suit was still torn. Oh well. He could fix that. Gathering Reishi, Demon used it to patch his clothing back together. When he had finished, it was impossible to tell any damage had been done.

"Lift up the sword, eh?..." Demon swallowed, wiping the blood that dripped on his fingers away using the bottom of his shirt. What was this, some kind of Caliburn/Arthur moment? taking a step toward the blade, he reached out his right hand, the arrow that he had been using as a weapon gone, and wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the sword. Closing his eyes, the wind flipped his hair several times. Tightening his grip, he pulled on the handle and prayed it would work.

Michael chuckled. "You ain't ever gonna take that blade out son. That blade has a soul bond to me, only I can lift it up, that's how it is with both my Zanpaktous. The only other way to lift them up is by raw strength. In my time I've met some of the strongest people around and each of them has tried to lift up my sword, it just ended up dropping them to the ground. If you are not soul bound with these weapons you cannot pick them up."

He grabbed hold of his zanpaktou handle with his right hand and pulled it out in one go, with little effort. He withdrew his blade and then said.

"Remember when in battle, don't worry so much about your clothing, if your clothes gets torn then it gets torn, don't waste your time fixing it when your opponent is coming at you at full throttle. Now then... try fire an arrow at me, try hit my chest, go from a distance."

Demon's struggling arms, his hands tightly clenching the hilt of the sword, shook with muscle use. It felt like it weighed over 9000 pounds. He couldn't do it. Mike was right. Soulbound weapons, eh? That must be how a Shinigami's power worked. He understood the whole "spiritual energy" thing, how a Shinigami used internal energy and a Quincy used external, but he never really considered where this power came from. It must be their Zanpakuto, then. There would be no real reason for a weapon to be soul bound unless it came with some kind of power. Or favoritism. Yes. It was very easy for Mike to lift his swords, but of course it would be.

"I'd never worry about my clothing in a true battle. This is only training, though, so I figured I could get away with it. But if you insist, I will disregard all formalities and treat this like real combat." Demon stared at Mike, but his spiritual sensory was looking around. Yes. It was still up. When Mike and Demon had first started their training, Demon had placed a ball of black energy in the sky. It was what he had killed the surrounding hollows with. The thing was, Demon never took it down. It was still floating high above. Not even glancing at it, Demon reached up for his left ear. The cross that hung from it fell into his hand, the chain evaporating into the air around them.

Pulling his arm in front of him, a large bow appeared, stemming from the cross. It was simple in design, slightly curved, no designs, black. "Go for distance, eh?" Winking, the Quincy disappeared, his hirenkyaku taking him backwards. A second burst of speed shot him to the left. Continuing to move in different patterns around Mike, he had no interest in hiding. It was all for the purpose of confusion. Suddenly, the sky opened up and the Rapture rained down. From the orb in the sky, hundreds of needles shot toward the ground at high speed, all aimed for the shinigami. Drawing an arrow in his bow, Demon waited. The moment an opportunity presented itself, he would fire. Hopefully, the needles would do their job and distract the shinigami so he could get the shot.

Michael shook his head. "How predictable..." As the shower of arrows fell down to Mike, he looked up and placed away his blades into there sheathes. He focused his eyes sharply and began to move his hands around rapidly, strangely enough... Michael was actually capturing the arrows in his hands, not letting any of them hit the ground, as the arrows kept falling he would catch them in his hand and then forge them together to make an even bigger arrow which he held in his hand.

His hands lit up with electricity as it surrounded the large arrow which Michael had manage to forge and take over, the electricity span around the arrow rapidly and sealed itself within the arrow, Michael had managed to make a solid Electric spiritual arrow by combining his own abilities with the quincies. He stretched out the arrow so that it was the length of a spear, he then shouted at the boy.

"Quit running and hit me, I'll clash it with this large arrow I created, if I'm lucky it should only blow half of the road up, ha ha ha." He chuckles lightly afterwards.