Unusual Soul

*POW! CRASH!*

“Damn!”

The voice of Chisaki grunts in pain.

“Is this how you Reapers fight?”

“Hell yeah.”

Wakisaka smiled a devilish grin, his hand gripping a scythe, his arm tattoo that looks like mist glows a light blue.

“You gonna quit now? We’ve been going at it for 2 months now!”

“Shut up!”

Chisaki yells, interrupting Wakisaka and his speech, he swipes his arm infront, his overcoat sleeve gets pushed up by the wind, and a freezing cold airstream launches toward Wakisaka.

“Youre adapting quickly for a newbie.”

Wakisaka quickly sidesteps to the side, his scythe launching mist around the two, his spikey black hair blowing in all direction, his face has a scar on his right cheek and near his left eye, stubble beard that seems to grown for a few weeks, cigarette in mouth blowing more smoke and adding it to the mist.

“Gotta say Ashikaga, youre getting better, but not good enough.”

Chisaki points at Wakisaka, the leaves behind begin to float as it swirls around him, it swirls faster and faster.

Wakisaka places his scythe down, and stands there in a relaxed position, setting down his guard.

“Your soul isnt strong enough yet. Its not visible.”

“How do I make it visible..?”

The wind around Chisaki halts, the leaves slowly falling back down onto the ground, swaying back and forth, back and forth, back.. then land.

“Right now you use wind, the only thing you can do with your wind, is make an airstream and simply controlling the breeze, when your soul becomes stronger you can use the wind to boost your speed, make wind blades and more, it just depends on how your unusual soul turns out.”

“How it turns out? What do you mean..?”

Chisaki looks up at Wakisaka, confused and curious, he looks back down at his hand, then he looks to Wakisakas tattoo..

“Unusual souls usually dont have an exact form, but they have a chance to either bend to the users feelings and thoughts, while the other moves on its own, basically sentient when its out, or its like a normal soul, just with a special trait.”

Wakisaka kicks his scythe up, grabbing the handle and places the bottom of the blade around Chisakis neck.

“If its a sentient soul, I might need to behead you.”

Chisaki gulps down his saliva, nervous and scared from the threat.

“Kidding.”

The scythe blade pulls away from the back of his neck and back to Wakisakas side.

“Here, let me give you something Ashikaga.”

Wakisaka goes over to his bag and pulls out… a wrapped blanket, he places it and lays it flat on the floor, revealing all sorts of weapons.

“These are soul weapons, the same ones I mentioned, these will hopefully give you more control of your soul if you pick the right one.”

Chisaki looks at all the weapons, an amazed look on his face, his eyes sparkling at the sight,

“What do I pick?”

Suddenly, Wakisaka taps Chisakis chest

“Dont ask me that. Ask, your soul.”

“How?”

“Close your eyes, and focus.”

Chisaki nods, then closes his eyes tight, but calmly, as he takes a deep breath, the wind swirling around the two calmly, then it picks up in speed, then his hand reaches for a weapon, he grabs it then opens his eyes looking at a three section staff.

“It told me to reach right here.. its like I could feel it..”

“Good.”

Wakisaka smiles at his choice.

“You really are rare, you have an unusual soul, and you chose a weapon that not many people choose.”

“Now, hold your weapon with both hands. Grip it tight.”

Chisaki follows along, his fingers wrapping around the three sections of the pole

“Now, Ashikaga. Close your eyes again and focus, tell your energy to focus on whats in your hands.”

Chisaki takes a deep breath, you can see his overcoat swaying with his energy, then a wind suddenly blows up around them, the trees around them shake with aggression, the wind is extremely cold.

“Good, now. Open your eyes.”

Chisaki opens his eyes looking at the three sectioned staff.

The staff is emitted in a white, sorta transparent aura, it looks like its in a ghost.

“So.. this is my soul?”

Wasikasa nods,

“Yes, This is your soul Ashikaga.”

Suddenly, the soul extends from the staff and launches itself to a nearby wall, an ominous laughter can be heard from the dust coming off the debris.. then two white transparent hands stretch from where the laughter comes from, wiping the smoke away, revealing what seems like a ghost attached to the pole, it laughs like a freak-show

The soul speaks as the color fades into a dark maroon red then fades out back into a white then fades in again to the same red.

“Hello you two, lovely weather were having today hmmm?”