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cut me down to size so i can fit inside lies that will divide us both in time
In many ways, dropping one's body temperature is like a gradual forfeit to sleep. As Rukia feels her whole body slowing to a stop, her emotions start to bleed away, like colors fading under blinding light. The ground underneath her feet shudders, an earthquake at her beckoning, as individual blades of grass grow silent and still in their fight to reach the sun.
She's not supposed to be training here, but after a while, any misgivings die entirely. This area is mostly uninhabited by humans and the dense forestry keeps anyone from catching a ready glance of the ice that spreads quickly over the earth, like spiders' legs weaving through the bark of the trees. There's an appeal to letting all of her worries fade.
Besides, her training grounds have been occupied lately.
"Bankai."
Frost covers her surroundings in a precisely drawn circle, spreading over everything in its path, and stemming from Rukia's body itself. Only her eyes retain their color as she glances around. She spares no softness or regard for a bird that gets in the way of her technique.
A swing of her sword brings the nearest tree down, wood shattering into thin splinters.
She's not supposed to be training here, but after a while, any misgivings die entirely. This area is mostly uninhabited by humans and the dense forestry keeps anyone from catching a ready glance of the ice that spreads quickly over the earth, like spiders' legs weaving through the bark of the trees. There's an appeal to letting all of her worries fade.
Besides, her training grounds have been occupied lately.
"Bankai."
Frost covers her surroundings in a precisely drawn circle, spreading over everything in its path, and stemming from Rukia's body itself. Only her eyes retain their color as she glances around. She spares no softness or regard for a bird that gets in the way of her technique.
A swing of her sword brings the nearest tree down, wood shattering into thin splinters.