"You should be concidered a failure of a Shinigami student. I have no doubt you're going to fail this class if you don't step up your game. Do you really believe that you can survive as a Shinigami with that amount of control?" hissed Bitchy-sensei. As you can possible imagine, I'm training with Bitchy-sensei with Kido.

My Kido was crap. Seriously. You can train a duck to use kido and it'll master it before I do. It's not like I can't master my own reiatsu. I've already learned to do that but every time I try to do a Hado spell, it always seems as if my reiatsu is strained by some force. It sputters to life before dying off. Nothing even happens, even if I chant a spell.

"Repeat it!"

"Hado ichi, Sai!" I yelled obediantly. The skin on my palm turned red before something spurted out. Here's when another problem arises. A lot of times, when I do Kido, it reverts back to me. Like right now.

"Tch!" I grunted when my skin tore itself open near my thumb. I quickly tore my uniform and wrapped the cloth around my cut tightly. Bitchy-sensei just shook her head disappovingly.

"You're so hopeless. Why do you even try? Go back to the hellhole where you belong," she states before turning around and leaving. I grit my teeth before standing up, no longer able to take any more of her shit.

"Bitchy-sensei! I didn't say you can leave!" She stopped before slowly turning around to face me.

"What did you just call me?" she growls.

"Bi-chi-sen-sei. Just like everyone else at the Academy. What, you don't like the name? It fits you perfectly cause all you teach is fuckery and worth shit. You are nothing but a bitch in every sense of the word." She looked down at me angrily.

"You want to be taught, fine. I'll teach you and prove that my teachings aren't so 'fuckery'." I smirk inwardly in victory as she came back.

"Have you mastered your shikai yet?" I scowled.

"No. My zanpukuto is a jackass." She nods in understanding.

"The only reason I would think you're failing is that your zanpukuto is stopping it. I don't know why cause every zanpukuto is different but that's usually why you're failing at Kido." I sigh to myself.

"So what do I do?" She sneered at me.

"What? Can't you connect the dots? All you have to do it master your shikai then you can finally use kido." I grunt before sitting down and trying the jinzen technique

It took a little while because Bitchy-sensie sometimes talked and broke my concentration but I do end up in my little world eventually.

Gold and white fire swirled around me as if in greeting and I could swear the stars were twinkling even harder from above. Usually, I have to go search for Michael to train with him but today seemed a little different. He appeared before me, which never happened before.

'What do you want?' he asked me with his usual echoing of a thousand years voice.

"You're being a stubborn jackass! Why won't you teach me shikai!?"

'I will not give power to someone who can't yield it,' Michael said. My hand instantly rested at my hip where my zanpakuto rested and he too drew a sword out of the flames around us. 'Prove it to me.'

He didn't even have to say it. I unsheathed my blade and we were charging at each other, blades sparking together like lightning, the sound making a boom of thunder.

Michael was actively trying to kill me. So I met him blow-by-blow to try and kill him too.

The flames around us started screaming in excitement, rising high into the sky, nearly swallowing the stars whole.

'Yield!' Michael demanded, his blade doing an interesting stunt that sliced straight across my chest. If his blade was no flame, I would have been bleeding but as it was, the cauterization nearly made me pass out in pain.

"Fuck you!" I said, trying to replicate that same movement but failing. How can I, the still training shinigami, go against the Master of War himself?

'Submit!' he still demanded, jumping forward at incredible speed and slicing through my right hamstrings. I scream in pain, tears building and burning but I do not fall.

"No!" I say, "I will not!"

'There is no victory here, Agito,' he said, 'I will not be conquered for I do the conquering. Submit to the power that I am. Yield.'

"NO!" I scream because everyone who has ever looked down on me flashed before my eyes.

The flames turned so white it was blinding I was so angry. There were so many people that looked down upon me cause I was a mutt, a street rat, an orphan, a dirty little punk. People always believed I couldn't do what I've already done. So many tried to fit me in a cage and call it done.

So many believed that I was less than what I am and what I am is far greater than anyone could dream.

I am judgement day. I am fire and flame. I am wrath and pain. I am my own.

"I WILL NOT YIELD!" Suddenly I was in a different stance that I have never practiced before but it felt right. It felt good.

My zanpakuto lit on fire, matching Michael's but I wasn't thinking. All I was thinking about was the rage in my veins, the blood-lust that was erupting inside me, and the need ... the need ...

The need to bring the world to my feet. The need to rise above everyone and clearly say, 'No, you are beneath me.'

I needed to conquer everything and everyone in front of me. I don't care about the mountain of bodies I'll leave behind.

I moved forward. I say 'moved' because it wasn't a shunpo, it wasn't a run. I was just simply there in front of Michael with no travel in between.

And I killed him.

My sword was thrust up from the gut into the thoracic cavity, straight into his very heart.

'Yes,' Michael said. I was so close that all I have to do was look up to meet his burning eyes. His black hair soaked with iron-scented blood draped down around my face like a curtain. He leaned over with his impressive height, metal wings enclosing around us, my blade piercing deeper, deeper into my zanpakuto. My hands were covered in golden ichor.

'Yes, Agito,' Michael said with a smile showing no teeth, 'Just like that.'

His wings shut the entire world out and for once it was dark. I didn't fear for my life within this cocoon. I had killed him. That was enough.

'Typical that you would believe to have killed me but don't think this is over,' he suddenly said in the darkness. But it wasn't dark for long. From our feet came a light, a light like fire. My feet started to burn.

I screamed.

For the first time ever, the flames in my soul started to burn me alive. I screamed in pain as the flames devoured my flesh and seemed to attack me viciously.

'This won't be long,' Michael said, unapologetic, 'This is the power you so wanted. Before you can yield it, you must suffer it. So suffer, Beholden One, that you may understand that I am not something that can play.

War isn't a game to play. Let me teach this to you.'

After Michael said that, the fire seemed to be feasting on me more eagerly. Every nerve was put on hypersensitive and fried in a vat of oil. Every cell was screaming. My bones seemed to rattle before shattering into a million pieces.

I was dying, disintegrating into nothing, forever leaving this world with nothing to prove I was alive.

'Breathe.'

...

When I wake up, it's late at night. The stars over me tell that it was close to midnight. Was I really stuck in my world for so long?

"So you finally wake up?" I looked to the side, my neck slightly cracking from not moving for so long. Bitchy-sensei was sitting beside a log, practically camped out with a sleeping bag, campfire and smores. I grunt as I stand up, my joints cracking. I held my arms up and aim at a tree fifty yards away.

"Sai!" I yell before I felt energy leave my palm and wrap two branches from the tree in a lock behind the trunk. I breathed a sigh of relief before walking away from the training grounds.

"Where are you going?" I stop and looked back at her.

"To sleep! Tomorrow is going to be a big day of mastering my kido!" I turn back and walked off.

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