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FC Urahara Kisuke THE BATTLE OF GRADUATION
Author: Graham Chapman
The rain has stopped.
still remember that feeling. Still alive ...
The wooden clock marked the 2:53. Urahara was lying on his bed. A storm was lashing the Seireitei, and Kisuke was disturbed by it. Finally waking up.
After a couple of minutes, he decided to join. He sat on his bed, hands on knees, head bowed. Looked thoughtful. After a while, got up and slowly walked towards the large window located in front of his bed. Supported arms under the window and looked out.
water droplets hit the face and hair Kisuke, but did not seem to care much about that detail. After a few minutes looking in amazement, the horizon stretching beyond the Seireitei, Urahara brown hair was completely soaked and dripping by now.
- Well, it seems that we are facing another water last night. Is this an omen? I hope not ... I've forgotten the sensation of feeling my heart away from "storm" ... - Urahara's words were lost in the void of darkness.
leaning After a few minutes, decidió regresar al interior de su habitación. Pasó su mano derecha por sus cabellos, echándoselos hacia atrás, e intentando sacudirse todo el agua que había absorbido su pelo, y que lo había dejado húmedo.
- Mis últimos dos días en la academia… Pero los más decisivos… - Urahara mantenía la mirada perdida. - Casi cinco años aquí, cinco largos años… Se está acabando, por fin seré un Shinigami… Aunque antes de eso… Pronto será el combate…
Kisuke caminó en dirección a una pequeña estantería de madera que había sobre su escritorio. Sobre la repisa de la estantería se encontraba la Zampakutou of Kisuke. Urahara raised his arms and reached, hold it firmly and lowering of the shelf.
held it with both hands and stared.
- Should I use you? - Kisuke's eyes was a mixture of fear and concern.
Bleach - The battle for graduation.
the morning of May 24 dawned as all of the above in recent days, raining. It seems that the storm was punishing the Seireitei extended without any purpose. The ground was already more than puddles. Apparently, the drainage tunnels could take no more of himself.
All students of the Academy going, resigned to their classes. Today was a typical day that nobody would want to go to class.
Although the visit of the Commanding General of the Academy created a stimulus for students. The purpose of his trip was to congratulate the graduates, and to notify the two highest ranking students would face in a duel to clarify what would be the best student in the promotion and going to be on the honor roll of the Academy . Kisuke
attending the conference of the General Commander somewhat disjointed. I kept mulling over his thoughts, knowing, already, that would be one of the duelists, and knowing your opponent ... The same rival who has had throughout his stay at the Academy.
- These students and graduates, I shall present the names of the two best students in the promotion, for tomorrow will face in the courtyard of the Academy. The names of those elected are Kisuke Urahara, for their high grades in all subjects, especially in the management of zampakutou. His opponent will be ...
- Go ... At the end there has been no surprise ... So finally my opponent will be you ... - Kisuke glanced grimly to his opponent. The duel had already begun from a distance. Their eyes were burning.
- The battle will not be, much less, life and death. End where it is satisfied that one of the two opponents can not continue. The fourth squadron medical services at all times ensure the health of the opponents. I completed the speech. Hope to see you tomorrow at all in the courtyard of the Academy at ten o'clock. - The General Commander left the lectern from which he spoke, and students, some happier than others, began to leave the conference room. Kisuke
carefully walked through the halls of the Academy, absorbed in his thoughts. Recently got a bit disconnected from reality, so he decided to go to the fourth class to visit his best friend, Hero Tetsuya he repeated course last year. Urahara
down a staircase to give to the hallway that connected all the elementary classes of fourth year. Kisuke's heart was comforted to see those classes came to mind memories of times when he lurked no concern. Down the hall Tetsuya spotted talking to a girl.
- Tetsuya-san! - Urahara knocked loudly to his friend while walking in his direction.
- Well, if it is Kisuke-kun! "How long friend!? - Tetsuya raised his arms to greet her friend with a hug. Both
melted and Kisuke put his mouth to the ear Tetsuya to mumble.
- Who is this beauty Tetsuya? I see you have wasted your time bully. Could you introduce me.
- No way Urahara, who always end up taking away the girls.
Both ended the embrace without this little conversation reached the ears of the girl.
- What brings you here Kisuke? - Tetsuya had recovered cordiality.
- see, is my last day at the Academy, and would not leave without saying goodbye to you.
- Thank Urahara. I'm glad I finally finished. I imagine you'll be one of the nominees for Student of the year, right?
- Correct! - Kisuke used his victory pose, something ridiculous in the background. - So I came, I wanted to invite you to battle tomorrow.
- Me? "Invited to fight for choosing the best candidate? Urahara is an honor! I'll love it. Against whom fight? Kisuke
unresponsive, and the silence was deathly.
- I see ... is against him, right?
Kisuke nodded, more serious than usual.
- Go ... will be a hard fight ... not the first time I enfrentéis, but this time is final.
morning and afternoon passed so very quiet. Kisuke carefully visited the courtyard of the Academy, the scene of combat. He studied it carefully.
It was a fairly large patio, bordered by very tall buildings with no dimensions. The roofs were of gray. Just had puddles on the ground, it seemed that the stage would be in perfect condition for combat.
After lunch and lie down a bit, decided to visit the old willow tree outside the residence where Kisuke was guarded every night. Decided that his last evening there would leaning against the old tree.
still raining, but the thick foliage and sheltered him. Your thoughts they kept hitting him again and again.
Since coming to Rukongai, and until then, had never been in a situation as critical as that moment. He was at one point as part of his life in Soul Society. After that fight would start a new life in one of the Seireitei protection squads. Had not yet decided which to enter.
After two long hours mulling over all, decided to get up, and as he turned, he saw someone approaching. It was neither more nor less than Jyuushirou Ukitake, named years ago as the best student in his class, and great friend of Urahara clan.
- Well, well ... Good afternoon Ukitake-sama!
- Not so good Urahara-san. Mira worst time ago.
- Take Ya ... well as a few days. What brings you here?
- Well, you see ... - Ukitake grabbed his right hand to his chin as a sign of thinking about something.
- Tell me, I'm all ears.
- came to comment on this review bikinis next to me have brought the human world! Both
released a profuse laughter that broke the aura of seriousness that had been created by the situation.
- No, seriously. I wanted to talk seriously with you, Kisuke.
- About what?
- About Your zampakutou. - Ukitake's eyes betrayed a concern that terrified Urahara himself.
The night passed quietly. Urahara thought it was the calm that preceded the storm, and in a way you could say that was so ...
Kisuke could barely sleep a wink during the night, and a little before 8 decided to get up and dress. Are arrayed in white kimono students at the academy, and tied his black belt tightly around the waist to hold firmly founded his zampakutou.
- There's no turning back ...
Urahara left his room and went in the direction of the Academy.
The moment had finally arrived. The rain fell strongly. About 150 students had gathered in the courtyard of the Academy to attend the match between the two best students in fifth. There was also the Commandant General, who would be responsible to start the fight. Kisuke
already made an appearance, but his opponent had not yet appeared.
- If you arrive earlier than ten minutes, I will fight to an end. - The commanding general was on a serious warning.
Then rose a little buzz in the sector of students opposed to where it was Kisuke. People se fue apartando y dejando paso a alguien.
Por fin se alcanzó a ver una sombra que se movía en lontananza. De estatura mediana, tenía el cabello también castaño. Vestía el tradicional kimono blanco de la Academia y portaba su zampakutou sujeta al cinturón en el costado izquierdo. Además, usaba gafas con una montura bastante gruesa y en color negro.
- Por fin llegas, Sousuke Aizen. - El gesto de Urahara cambió rápidamente y abandonó todo signo de tranquilidad.
- Me gusta hacerme de rogar, Kisuke-kun. - Aizen sonreía ante las palabras de su compañero de clase.
Aizen se situó en frente de Kisuke, y el Comandante General se situó entra medias de los dos.
- You may start fighting!
General Commander turned, and both opponents were left staring eyes clouded with the opponent. Analyzed appeared to each other, not even blinked.
And like a thunderbolt exploding in the sky, the two disappeared suddenly making a Shump an infernal speed. So only could hear how both draw their zampakutous and clashed. Now they were within inches of each other.
- Magnificent Shump, Sousuke-san.
- Thanks Kisuke, yours has not been bad either.
spiritual pressure began to increase rapidly. Both opponents were trying to outdo each other, but neither he overcame. The spiritual force pushed them back, so the split katanas, to return to crash seconds after a new attack on both.
The floor gave way to the forces of the spiritual power released by the two combatants and was already beginning to create a small hole under the feet of students.
The rain was still falling, but pulverized in contact with two students. Kisuke
twisted your wrist to turn your katana, making slide to Aizen, he rushed forward. Urahara tried to seize the opportunity to download your katana from below up, but Sousuke was quick and got dodge jumping back. Le
Urahara was the turn, launched the attack with zampakutou ahead by downloading a lunge halfway up on Aizen, who responded by holding its zampakutou with both hands, and downloading a vertical stroke from top to the katana Kisuke, who hit the ground. Aizen was still pressing on zampakutou Urahara, leaving it trapped.
- Now you'll see. - Sousuke raised his left arm with the palm of his hand outstretched, and pointing to Urahara. - Destructive Art # 63, Raikouhou!
A spark came in the palm of the hand of Aizen. Urahara Shump escaped with a staggering pace in the period of time that Aizen wielded the katana in one hand and began to deliver kidou spell.
The little lightning impact against one of the surrounding buildings, creating a large cloud of smoke that quickly dissipated with the rain. Urahara was located on the slope of the roof of one building, behind Aizen.
- Missed Sousuke-san! - Urahara smiled while supporting your zampakutou over his shoulder.
- Now you'll see. - Aizen squeezed his left fist.
At the time, disappeared with a new Sousuke Shump also standing on the roof. It was there when it began a fierce duel along the roof. Kisuke
retreated before the advance of Aizen, which is increasingly moving more quickly. Urahara blocked by instinct, after all, Aizen had failed to even touch her kimono. The people stood expectantly despite the rain referred.
Kisuke was back along the roof on which they were both opponents. Urahara's footsteps resounded loudly. Some tile was completely broken. The water was dotted at every step, and the steam emanating from his mouth for the significant wear was suffering. The roof was running out, and Urahara was already on edge. Aizen, knowing that detail, launched a direct blow to the legs of Urahara. This jumped to avoid the blow, but Aizen downloaded squirmed and kicked him right in the belly that made the young member of the clan Urahara out fired in the direction of the wet floor. Fell into a rather unorthodox approach.
- Damn ... I is cornered ... And it seems that is gaining speed ... - Kisuke squeezed one of his fists, and hit the ground, fired out a few drops splashed him.
Urahara stood up, his back to Aizen, waiting impatiently for the continuation of combat.
- Have you already given up, Kisuke-kun? - Aizen smiling of a ruthless way.
- No way! - The screech of Urahara rumbles across the yard, and accompanied by a significant increase of spiritual strength. Kisuke
Shump made a rapid, discharging a sword who came to tear the kimono Sousuke. No time to see the gravity of the rupture, Urahara took a big jump on Aizen, he simply avoid it. Urahara zampakutou embedded in the ground, and before he fell, put his hand on the base of the handle, turning on itself, and downloading a kick to the face of Aizen, he fell to the ground. Urahara did not lose a hundredth of a second, and jumped again to Sousuke, who stood up and stopped the onslaught of Kisuke. The clash of steel and the sound of falling rain was the perfect soundtrack for a fight of this nature.
After three rounds in a row, the fourth was a very bad measure, and Aizen is aware of the detail. He did not just stop suddenly as in previous Kisuke rush, but the zampakutou placed so that the edge of the katana Urahara slip through the edge of the katana itself Sousuke. Thus, Urahara slipped forward and was the perfect opening for Aizen demonstrated why he earned an honors degree in the subject of demonic arts.
raised his right arm, and placed his index finger and heart in a position ninety degrees with respect to their ring finger and pinkie
- Destructive Art number 90, Kurohitsugi!
A small black coffin covered completely Urahara, plunging into the deepest of darkness. The coffin was sprayed and Kisuke received a few cuts from all parts of the body. Urahara was lying on a pool of blood.
Nearby, the commanding general was very surprised by the technique used by Sousuke.
- Destructive Art 90 ... Very interesting numbers. This is a technique of the highest rank, although the domain that has de ella es pésimo, es posible abatir a un shinigami académico con ella. Muy interesante ese joven.
Kisuke se encontraba en el suelo, agonizando después de tal mazazo.
- Maldición… Ese golpe ha sido demasiado para mi… Estoy perdido…
***Flash back***
- Jyuushirou-sama, ¿Por qué no debo utilizar mi zampakutou en el combate de mañana?
- Verás, estuve analizando tu katana… Y su liberación inicial es algo peligrosa si no la dominas. Apenas te forjaron la zampakutou hace una semana, y tú me has asegurado que eres capaz de liberarla.
- Si, es cierto, aunque me cuesta mucho hacerlo.
- is logical. You are just a student, it is too soon to release their power and fighting with him.
- But if you do not release, you may miss the match tomorrow against Aizen!
- So ... as you choose Urahara-kun ...
There was a deathly silence in the room of a young student.
- At least promise me one thing ...
- Dime.
- Do not keep released more than 30 seconds. If you do not follow my advice ... You can lose your life in the attempt. Ukitake
rose quite angry, and left the room without even saying goodbye to Urahara.
*** *** Flash back
- I have no choice but to ... - Urahara leaned both arms on the floor and, roughly, began to join. I kept bleeding, but that was not concerned nor the least. Between the eyes was victory.
- What will you do, Kisuke-kun? - Aizen was surprised to see that the boy could still join. - After a hit like that, your bones should have been turned to dust.
- Powder say ...? - Urahara laughed.
- How do you laugh, you bastard? - Aizen frowned, did not like that last laugh.
- Time ...
- Is the time for what? Look, you can not even take three steps at a time. Urahara
clipped, with difficulty, his zampakutou.
- Wake up, Benihime!
A red glow began to divest of Kisuke zampakutou that began to change in shape. The grip took the form of L, and his guard disappeared, joining the katana blade directly to the hilt, and with a kind of hanging red cordoncito. To the blade, much sharper than the katana without releasing, is characterized by lacking at the top edge, it is completely square.
- Co ... I have released the zampakutou if we developed it a week ago? - Aizen seemed completely terrified.
- I have no time to explain Sousuke. - Urahara's eyes took on a strange color, and raised the arm that held the zampakutou. - Now I cut in two!
The spiritual power began to flow between Kisuke and his katana, seemed one. Aizen did not know what to do, and decided it was best to counter a possible attack to unload Urahara. He raised his right hand.
- Oh, Lord! Mask of flesh and bone, all creation, flutter, those who bear the name of man, truth and temper. Through this wall without dream destination but with the slight unleashed wrath of your claws. Destructive Art number 33, Soukatsui!
Led by Aizen came off a fierce blue beam and of considerable size that would meet soon to Urahara, but at that moment ...
- Grita, Benihime! Urahara
zampakutou discharge its demonic spell against Aizen. A white light emanated from Kisuke katana, cutting in two the spell, and reaching out to Sousuke, who could do nothing after being surprised. There was a loud explosion, which Aizen was thrown up against a wall collision, which sank completely. Aizen was completely unconscious and covered in blood.
Urahara seemed exhausted and bleeding continued unabated. Were open their wounds after the effort he made. His sword again to seal itself, and he fell to the ground Kisuke. People flocked to help the two fighters.
Young Urahara family member turned around, noticing that the rain seemed to have subsided. Outlined a smile on his face.
The rain has stopped.
still remember that feeling. Still alive ...
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