Vasto Lorde
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Hey there, dear readers! I hope you're all doing great! Just wanted to remind you how much I appreciate each and every one of you. And hey, if this message makes you cringe a little, well, I consider that a small victory! Now, I've been getting some feedback about repetitive words and phrases in my writing ever since I started publishing. Lately, there have been a few more comments on that, so I wanted to explain something. Currently, I'm working on nine different novels, but only publishing six of them. Can you imagine the diverse settings, tones, and modes I have to juggle? Every main character, side character, and even the less important ones, all have their own unique personalities. When I write, I often repeat certain phrases and words to help me maintain the right mood and tone. During the proofreading phase, I usually switch them up or remove them altogether. But you know what? Sometimes, a few slip through the cracks and end up being repeated. It happens, you know? I hope this explanation sheds some light on the issue. By the way, I absolutely love hearing your feedback, so please don't hesitate to let me know what you think about my novels!
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The next morning, Yoruichi arrived at the Shiba clan's residence just as the first rays of sunlight began to paint the sky in hues of orange and pink. Her golden eyes found Kazuki waiting for her, his silver hair catching the soft glow of dawn. A pleasant smile danced on her lips as she approached him.
"Ready for the day, Kazuki?" she asked, her voice filled with the promise of the day's challenges.
Kazuki turned to face her, his sky-blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Always, Yoruichi," he replied, his voice steady and confident. There was a certain charm in his demeanor, a serenity that transcended his youthful appearance.
The journey to the Shin'o Academy was a comfortable one. Yoruichi and Kazuki chatted about everything, from the mundane to the philosophical. Their shared laughter and insightful conversations echoed down the quiet streets of Rukongai, painting a warm picture of camaraderie.
Upon reaching the Academy, they were greeted by Lisa, who was already waiting for them in the classroom. Her turquoise eyes shimmered with enthusiasm as she welcomed them. "Good morning, you two," she greeted, her voice full of cheer.
"Morning, Lisa," Kazuki returned the greeting, his eyes meeting hers in a silent nod of acknowledgment.
Their light-hearted banter was cut short as the door slid open, and in stepped a figure that commanded immediate attention. Master Tsumoto, a stern and imposing man, had arrived. His presence filled the room, prompting an instant hush among the students.
His gaze was sharp, and his demeanor carried the weight of countless battles fought and won. Every stride he took was deliberate, each movement emanating an aura of profound authority. Despite his stern appearance, there was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes—a hint of wisdom gained from years of experience.
With a deep, commanding voice that resonated throughout the room, Master Tsumoto began his lecture. "Welcome to your first year at Shin'o Academy," he started, his tone serious yet inspiring. "You are here because you have demonstrated potential—the potential to harness the power within you and wield it for the sake of peace and justice."
The silence in the room was punctuated only by the sound of Master Tsumoto's voice. Kazuki listened attentively, his sky-blue eyes focused on the man at the front. He felt a surge of motivation, a burning desire to learn and grow, to live up to the expectations set by the Academy.
As the lesson proceeded, Kazuki found himself completely engrossed in the curriculum. Despite being unfamiliar with many of the concepts being introduced, he was eager to learn. The look of determination in his eyes was hard to miss.
Yoruichi, sitting next to him, noticed his intense focus. A soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips, a sense of pride swelling in her chest. She knew that Kazuki had the potential to excel, and seeing him so invested in learning reinforced her belief.
The same sentiments echoed in Lisa's mind as she watched Kazuki. Despite the challenging curriculum, he remained undeterred, his determination unwavering. She couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him.
"Today," began Master Tsumoto, his stern gaze sweeping over the classroom, "We start with the basics. Zanjutsu, Hado, and Hakuda."
The three terms hovered in the air, each carrying the weight of centuries-old traditions and disciplines. Tsumoto paused, allowing the words to settle in the minds of the young students.
"Zanjutsu," he continued, his voice carrying a hint of reverence for the art, "is the art of the sword. It's the most fundamental combat skill for any Shinigami. Here, we shall learn not just how to wield a sword, but also how to understand it, to forge a connection with it."
Kazuki found himself leaning forward, his eyes locked on Tsumoto. His mind drew an immediate parallel between Tsumoto's words and his own interaction with the Asauchi the day before. The connection Tsumoto spoke of, he had already begun to feel.
"Hado," Tsumoto carried on, his tone shifting to a more serious one, "refers to the offensive spells. It is the manifestation of our spiritual energy into a tangible form of attack. In mastering Hado, one must learn to control their energy flow, to form and release it at will."
A hushed silence filled the room as Tsumoto's words sank in. The weight of the task ahead was evident. Yet, there was no hint of apprehension in Kazuki's eyes. Instead, there was a spark of anticipation.
Tsumoto concluded with Hakuda, the hand-to-hand combat skill. "While Zanjutsu and Hado might sound more glamorous, never underestimate the power of a well-placed punch or kick," he asserted, his voice carrying a note of warning.
"Remember," he finished, his gaze meeting each student's, "every aspect of your training is crucial. Each skill complements the other. As Shinigami, you need to master all."
With that, the lecture concluded, leaving the students to mull over the depth and gravity of what they were about to learn. Kazuki remained seated, his mind swirling with thoughts. Yoruichi turned towards him, her golden eyes reflecting a hint of concern.
"You okay, Kazuki?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper.
Kazuki nodded, a slow smile curling his lips. "I am," he reassured her, his eyes gleaming with resolve. "In fact, I'm looking forward to it."
Yoruichi couldn't help but return his smile, her heart echoing his determination. "That's the spirit," she said, her voice carrying a note of pride. "Let's give it our all."
After Master Tsumoto's inspiring lecture, they were ushered outside to the training yard. There, they were met by another figure, his stature imposing despite his evident age.
Master Yoshido, the Zanjutsu instructor, was a sight to behold. His old, wrinkled skin hinted at years of hard-fought battles, but his eyes held an unyielding spirit that was both commanding and inspiring. He introduced himself with a quiet dignity, his voice deep and resonating. There was an air of humility about him that belied his fame and stature.
Some of the students began whispering among themselves, their voices filled with a mix of awe and fear. "He's the famous Captain Yoshido... his Bankai broke in a battle against a Vasto Lorde."
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