The makings of a haki master (dual haki training)
May 24, 2014 16:55:09 GMT -6
Post by Akuma Waru on May 24, 2014 16:55:09 GMT -6
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"I can't see my end...but I can see yours."
"Remember kid. We ain't letting you use that fruit of yours this time."
In the training room of the ship he had found safety upon, Akuma stared down the ship's entire marine offensive force. Recently, he had been training his new powers, designated the "Ope Ope no Mi" to perfection, but today, he had been told to attempt something else. Something he had apparently shown hints of in previous battles. Ken Haki, a sixth sense of sorts that his master, Miguel had displayed time and time again, especially in their firest encounter when the demon could not land a single blow on him.
"I assure you officer, I shall do as you ask." Placing Noroi to the side, he held in his free hand a blindfold that had been given to him to aid his practice, wrapping it around his head and making sure to bind it through the back of his white hair. Every inch of his vision had become pure darkness, giving him a chilling sensation similar to when Miguel would drain the light from the surrounding areas. Already he could hear marines drawing closer, but he tried to shut out even the noise, the subtle scents, everything he could so as to focus on this odd sixth sense. Slowly, he believed he could feel it begin to build. He wanted to reach for Noroi, to defend himself, but instead, decided against it, wanting every marine able and fighting so that he would reinforce this odd skill in his mind.
While he could not explain it, a vision flashed in his head. A blunt blade striking him between the wings, a common move by these pirates, believing that to be his blind spot for some reason he had yet to comprehend. While he felt no strike on his back, if this was the skill they spoke of, this was his time to strike. Quickly turning her would bring out his elbow to hit the supposed attacker in the jaw. While he could not see the fruits of his movements, he did hear a distinctive crack, and pressure against his elbow as a marine likely hit the floor.
More images flashed through his mind.
Sword swipe from above. Duck down, punch the man's weak point. Hear a groan.
Right hook, left hook, side step appropriately, grab marine's collar, flip him over.
As time continued the visions became more clear, and his timing and actions upon them became more accurate. He could feel that his counters did more damage, and with the time between each attack becoming smaller he could only assume he was pissing these marines off a great deal. Even some chatter began to make it's way to his ear, grumbles and mumbles of how it was unfair of them to have to fight a demon. How quaint.
Flapping his wings, still blindfolded, he would leap over two marines as their fists made contact with eachother's maws. Landing again a few feat away he would deep and dive between fists and blades, striking back whenever he felt he had the time and the chance. The function of this "haki" was not truly known to him, and thus it did not become known to him that his haki was only developing so quickly because each and every marine had the slightest urge to kill him.
What was curious though, was a strange instinct he had. As he gained a vision of a strike from the right, he did not wish to dodge. Instead, the vision continued, to show him raising his hand and the marine's fist ricocheting off of him. Confused, he followed the instinct with little worry in his stone heart.
For a moment, he felt the fist touch his hand as he brought it up in defense, and then, an odd sensation ran down his arm, flying from his hand, and taking the fist with it. His ken Haki would alert him to nothing else, and he would simply stand, somewhat confused and unaware of what was going on...Moments later another strike would come, and he would simply raise his arm against it. A similar sensation ran through his arm, and not even feeling a strike this time he would hear a marine fly away, hitting one of the nearby training dummies, hard. Curiosity getting the best of him, he removed his blindfold in time for the next strike from behind, repeating what he had been doing for the past two attempts. The surge would run through him, and some sort of aura would radiate from him, blasting the marine away...bringing his hand back to him, he would look in confusion, unsure what he had even done...
"What is this...?"
"That..." A downed marine coughed, glaring up at the demon in both anger and awe. "Is Buso haki....you have...you have them both..."
Buso...he would need to ask Miguel about this new form of power he had experienced...was it an ability of the angels and demons? Was it a trait of his human half...?
In the training room of the ship he had found safety upon, Akuma stared down the ship's entire marine offensive force. Recently, he had been training his new powers, designated the "Ope Ope no Mi" to perfection, but today, he had been told to attempt something else. Something he had apparently shown hints of in previous battles. Ken Haki, a sixth sense of sorts that his master, Miguel had displayed time and time again, especially in their firest encounter when the demon could not land a single blow on him.
"I assure you officer, I shall do as you ask." Placing Noroi to the side, he held in his free hand a blindfold that had been given to him to aid his practice, wrapping it around his head and making sure to bind it through the back of his white hair. Every inch of his vision had become pure darkness, giving him a chilling sensation similar to when Miguel would drain the light from the surrounding areas. Already he could hear marines drawing closer, but he tried to shut out even the noise, the subtle scents, everything he could so as to focus on this odd sixth sense. Slowly, he believed he could feel it begin to build. He wanted to reach for Noroi, to defend himself, but instead, decided against it, wanting every marine able and fighting so that he would reinforce this odd skill in his mind.
While he could not explain it, a vision flashed in his head. A blunt blade striking him between the wings, a common move by these pirates, believing that to be his blind spot for some reason he had yet to comprehend. While he felt no strike on his back, if this was the skill they spoke of, this was his time to strike. Quickly turning her would bring out his elbow to hit the supposed attacker in the jaw. While he could not see the fruits of his movements, he did hear a distinctive crack, and pressure against his elbow as a marine likely hit the floor.
More images flashed through his mind.
Sword swipe from above. Duck down, punch the man's weak point. Hear a groan.
Right hook, left hook, side step appropriately, grab marine's collar, flip him over.
As time continued the visions became more clear, and his timing and actions upon them became more accurate. He could feel that his counters did more damage, and with the time between each attack becoming smaller he could only assume he was pissing these marines off a great deal. Even some chatter began to make it's way to his ear, grumbles and mumbles of how it was unfair of them to have to fight a demon. How quaint.
Flapping his wings, still blindfolded, he would leap over two marines as their fists made contact with eachother's maws. Landing again a few feat away he would deep and dive between fists and blades, striking back whenever he felt he had the time and the chance. The function of this "haki" was not truly known to him, and thus it did not become known to him that his haki was only developing so quickly because each and every marine had the slightest urge to kill him.
What was curious though, was a strange instinct he had. As he gained a vision of a strike from the right, he did not wish to dodge. Instead, the vision continued, to show him raising his hand and the marine's fist ricocheting off of him. Confused, he followed the instinct with little worry in his stone heart.
For a moment, he felt the fist touch his hand as he brought it up in defense, and then, an odd sensation ran down his arm, flying from his hand, and taking the fist with it. His ken Haki would alert him to nothing else, and he would simply stand, somewhat confused and unaware of what was going on...Moments later another strike would come, and he would simply raise his arm against it. A similar sensation ran through his arm, and not even feeling a strike this time he would hear a marine fly away, hitting one of the nearby training dummies, hard. Curiosity getting the best of him, he removed his blindfold in time for the next strike from behind, repeating what he had been doing for the past two attempts. The surge would run through him, and some sort of aura would radiate from him, blasting the marine away...bringing his hand back to him, he would look in confusion, unsure what he had even done...
"What is this...?"
"That..." A downed marine coughed, glaring up at the demon in both anger and awe. "Is Buso haki....you have...you have them both..."
Buso...he would need to ask Miguel about this new form of power he had experienced...was it an ability of the angels and demons? Was it a trait of his human half...?
CODED BY SYLVIE
