just any other day [open]

Jor'lo stood in an open field, both his Zanpaktou in hand, sweat pouring down his face. He squared off against the enemy in front of him. The battle had been long, but he was beginning to wear through the opponent's mighty armor. He swung his Zanpaktou in a slow, arcing circle, keeping his wrists loose and ready to strike. He circled the unmoving enemy, biding his time, looking for his opening. There, on his shoulder, a crack in the armor! Jor though, posing to strike. He tightened his grip on his Zanpaktou ever so slightly, enough to make a massive strike, but noit enough to let the enemy know he was about to attack. Suddenly, he moved.

He right foot slide out from under him in a sideways motion, and his left foot flew forward. Most people would see this as a fall, but no, Jor'lo was too well-trained, too poised and battle-hardened for that. No, the sideways motion of his right foot was to propell him forward at top speed, closing the ten-foot gap between him and his opponent in a matter of miliseconds. As his body propelled forward, his right arm came down in a massive strike, landing dead-on the crack in the armor Jor'lo had seen not a second before. The blade sunk in easily, the armor gave way, and Jor'lo continued on, following through with his strike to the end. He stopped a few feet away, panting slightly. **CRASH* was the sound Jor'lo heard as the massive body of the enemy fell to the floor, cut in two by the massive strike...

...At least, this was the scenerio Jor'lo saw in his head. He smiled. They don't make boulders like they used to. That used to take me a lot longer to make such a crack that I could cut directly through it. Jor'lo said to himself, as there was no-one around. He turned around, and the image in his mind's-eye melted away, leaving the reality to bare. There in front of him was a massive 15-foot radius boulder, cut in two. Jor'lo smiled wider That, or I'm getting stronger. I'm going to go with the latter in this scenerio. Jor'lo sheathed his blades and walked forward, before leaping on top of the great rock, now rocks. He brought his hand up and wiped his brow, before sitting cross-legged on the flat side of one of the stones. He closed his eyes, and immeadiately was taken into the heart of a great volcano.

You are improving. Good. Jor'lo heard from what seemed like nowhere, and yet everywhere. His face lit up. Thank you, Honoo. Jor responded, addressing his Zanpaktou spirit. At those words, a great tongue of flame shot up from the fiery pit below Jor'lo, and landed in front of him. There stood Honoo, the great fire elemental, Jor'lo's Zanpaktou spirit, and most cherished friend. Now in the semblance of a human form, Honoo walked forward and placed his hand on Jor'lo's shoulder. Jor felt nothing but a loving warmth from the fiery hand. [i]I'm impressed. You've come a long way from running around during a fight, making it last as long as possible so you could score as many hits as possible. Jor'lo laughed at the mention of what is still his favorite fighting style. It is the best way for him to fight. Jor was never the strongest, in neither Spiritual Pressure nor pure Strength, but he was the fastest of the Shinigami, and that was something he was greatly proud of.

Once again I thank you, Honoo, but I still have much work to be done. But, for now, I am content with my work. I do believe it is time for a break. Jor'lo immeadiately felt the disgust come from Honoo at that comment. I will not drink too much, I know how much you hate it when I lose control. If you had not stopped me I would have burned down my whole Division housing last time. I shall be careful. Honoo scoffed at that one. See that you do. No more accidents, eh? Wouldn't want to burn your hair off. Again. Jor'lo felt ashamed at that one. He had accidently caught his own banner on fire and burned his hair without realizing it. Sometimes he wondered the intelligence of a man with complete and utter control of fire getting drunk, but it was what was able to calm his nerves. He assumed he'd be fine.

Jor openned his eyes, and smiled. Now, it was time for some fun. [color:dac3=00FF00]I need...A drinking partner. Jor thought, and knew who he needed. He smiled, and conjured a Hell Butterfly in front of him. Tell Lieutenant Honami to meet me in my office. Now, and to make sure she reaches it before I do. Tell her I am in the back pratice yard, she will know how much time she has. At that, Jor sent off the Hell Butterfly. He knew he would worry the Lieutenant, and that was his intention. Sometimes, even he could make a joke, no matter how cruel it is. Jor set his feet underneath him and shot up into the air, landing lightly on the ground before he prepared to set off. Let's have some fun, shall we? He said to himself, knowing Honoo would hear, before setting off at full speed towards his office, wondering if she would actually reach it before he does.