Training … yes. But training of the mind, not of the body … honing the Pesquisa, in this sense.
Such training could not occur inside Las Noches, as it would involve a lot of projectiles flying about(shoes, balas, sword scabbards, ceros, and the like). So, in light of being yelled at by the Primera for having accidentally ‘destroyed’ part of his own palace(which Merrow still fumes about being accused about when it was clearly someone else’s fault), the child-like Cuarta Espada took his pesquisa honing outdoors.
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”Start!” Merrow yelled out in the midst of the desert … after letting one of his own Fraccion blind-fold him with a rather thick piece of material of a black color. Quite honestly, he felt like he was going to regret taking Fraccion who bore a grudge against him this time … but ah well, too late to stop here and now. After all, if this training worked(and this was the six hundred and sixty sixth time), he would be able to avoid whatever his servants were planning on throwing at him.
The Arrancar opened up the sonar-like receiving nerves in his mind, emiting out a faint wavelength of reiatsu … the effective range of this, prior to all the training, had only been effective for a few meters and usually led to a couple of headaches when the waves bounced off the respective signatures and slammed right back into Merrow’s skull.
Now his pesquisa could pick up even further than that … hell, a novice sonido user could attempt to flee and Merrow would probably be able to pinpoint his or her (or its) location, after a momentary pause, and then proceed to hunt down that said person.
But the point of this exercise was to stay alive, no joke intended there … as he had selected Fraccion whom he knew bore immense grudges against him.
A flare lit up in the darkness before him, illuminated by his mind thanks to receiving the proper resonanating waves of reiatsu. This was followed by another, and another … and another. Spread out all around him, and a fair distance away from his location, Merrow felt the location of each and everyone of his Fraccion. Why, after cataloguing their pressure records, he recognized the intensity of the signatures, which differed ever so slightly … and that led him to determine which individual belonged to which signature.
However, though he was pleased that his pesquisa had found all of his fraccion, he wasn’t feeling too comfortable about the accuracy of it … A few minutes had already passed and no one had attacked him yet? He continued emitting the wavelength of reiatsu, each one sent out at a different elevation or angled all so slightly so as to prevent a mishmash of signatures. The first one came blaring back with multiple signatures … judging from how quickly they had been repelled and the fact that they were repelled so violently, Merrow could only assume that a Cero was coming his way … that, or many ceros were flying from the front.
Without a moment to waste, the arrancar dove to the right and reflexively curled into a ball as he continued rolling towards in the direction(momentum driving him). Just as he made his little ‘leap of fate’, several powerful ceros converged at where he was standing (by the time Merrow was in mid-jump did he hear the powerful projectiles coming in), blasting the sand there and causing most of it to be blown upwards … providing temporary cover, unbeknownst to Merrow. No, he was too busy taking not off new illuminations made by his pesquisa, several condensed signatures flying in at rapid speed(discovered over several wavelengths striking back). He jumped back, as the crimson(though he couldn’t see them) balas which were fired from a higher elevation slammed down into the sound, imploding and sending up columns of the white malleable substance.
It was at this time that, unconsciously known to Merrow, his pesquisa no longer just simply emitted a single circular wavelength, as it did prior to being forced to develop, but it created a hemisphere of reiatsu, effective range at 50 meters, at which the reishi dissipated at the edges of the ‘dome’. So rather than singular readings accumulated to make a mental picture of spiritual particle signatures, displacement of reiatsu were detected and noted in real-time, thus allowing Merrow to track even the slightest movement. But, he was too busy dodging salvos from all angles(this time around) to notice that his own pesquisa – his detection nerves – was evolving into a more advanced tool of detection.
For now, he narrowly dodged the Cero blasts howling in all colors from all angles, carefully slipping around, dodging, twisting, curling, jumping. All in a bizarre and yet graceful dance or some sort, he kept on moving, evading … but of course, he did not escape unscathed … a bit of flesh here and there had been grazed from a close dodge, although the lacerations were beginning to add up. And he found it more difficult to dodge the balas, though oddly … his Fraccion preferred their Cero to their Bala(which Merrow was immensely grateful for). But, enough was enough, he already had enough evidence prior to this exercise that the Fraccion he brought with him were all potential traitors … now he had an excuse to take them to the desert and just execute them by himself. There was a slight twist in this job, which Merrow had wanted himself … he wanted to kill them while deprived of his sight, depending only on his Pesquisa alone.
The closest victim seemed to have shuffled closer during this mass encounter, and was a meager 4 meters away, evidently charging up a Cero blast.
”A shame that he must come so close, ah … Ahlero*. Forgive me, but you must die first.” was the only fleeting idea of regret that fluttered in Merrow’s mind. Guided by his (yet still unknown to him) enhanced Pesquisa, with its newest subconscious capability, Merrow easily charged right at the new enemy, a sonido at the last moment closed the distance gap … and surprising the enemy.
It was at this moment, Merrow noted his new achievement in Pesquisa … unlike fellow arrancar who could detect ‘signature’ … he, at such a close of range, could even make out the shape of his enemy. He could make out a distinct, yet pale colored … figure. Humanoid in shape … it … was surprisingly accurate to the true features of the soon-to-be-victim, displayed on the white figurine’s face was perhaps the same look of terror of the real person. Merrow noticed … how his nerves distinguished a body, the source of the signature, and the actual signature emitted … with different tinctures of the color white. He could even see the near-completed spiraling ball of energy in the victim’s right hand, clearly a Cero judging from how much power was packed in there.
But the surprise for Merrow did not halt him in his purpose, as he swiftly drew his blade, and deftly severed the head of his once-comrade. And oddly enough, the color drained away from the head, as death overtook the Fraccion, before the actual lopped cranium landed on the ground. Merrow could actually see the death of the Fraccion, and detect when their existence was gone, as determined from the spiritual pressure they emitted.
But his awe at the newfound ability, or better termed as newly developed ability, was short-lived, and he found himself jumping away before a hailstorm of Ceros smashed in and mauled the corpse into a bloody gruel.
With his trademark smirk at the realization that killing the Fraccion was just as easy blind as it was not, the Cuarta Espada, with immense glee, rushed forward and proceeded to butcher the rest of the scum that posed a threat to the peace and order of Las Noches Castle.
With the lamb-slaughtering complete, he then yanked the blindfold off, aquamarine orbs examining the carnage scattered about the white sands, mostly stained crimson from the red fountains that had spewed forth. But despite his joy in the slaughter, Merrow’s maddening smile at the scene arose from the realization that he had gained a new level of sight … sight with his Pesquisa.
OOC: (Word count: 1390 – 87 from the beginning ‘prologue part’ = 1303 words, by Microsoft Word’s approximation
* Ahlero - random bs name made for soon-to-be-dead-then-actually-dead-Fraccion)
I feel like I might've BSed some portions of this >.>;; requesting a staff to read over this and pass judgement on whether or not I get a title.
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