Attaining the next level

Fukaku sighed, as he walked out of his doorstep. walking down the street, he felt the stares of the people around him. even those without reishi could feel he wasn't the sort of person to speak to out of turn. even if they couldn't sense the malevolence of his aura, they could feel some of it's presence.
Fukaku sighed at this unjust fate.

Fukaku went to his training ground, sensing that most of the wildlife had left the area. It seemed even god himself would prefer to see Fukaku alone. As an ancient, he had of course, had duties, and if they thought anything of his aura, they hadn't said. nonetheless, he could feel their distrust, as his aura radiated darkness. There were no others at Fukaku's level of power, however, or wisdom, as they'd seen. He had learned so much in these past few months.

Fukaku strode to his practice area again, firing his sanrei as fast as he possibly could, over and over, at the nearby mountain. Breaking apart the rock bit by bit, he sighed. He'd been able to do this before, he needed to go farther than this. Firing even faster, he kept at it for ten minutes.

Fukaku kept firing, as he slowly ran out of reishi. The locals might wonder who did this to their landmark later, but Fukaku was unconcerned. it had always been like this: he would exhaust himself in all manner possible, try to train, and all for naught. He had yet to gain any sizable gains in these past years, as though he'd hit a wall. grimacing, he continued to fire.

Continuing with his blast, Fukaku slowly bored a hole in the mountain. Grunting in frustration, he felt his reishi go down with every blast. Gritting his teeth, he fired again - this, couldn't be his limit. Shaking his head, he forced his way through the exhaustion.

Fukaku was kneeling, nearly falling over. he'd spent nearly all his reishi. I can't possibly go on any longer... I've run out of reishi.. Fukaku thought to himself. Falling over, he wondered if he was dying. why... Fukaku wondered, despairing. Yet, as soon as he thought that, he felt power rush into his veins. The Ice in my veins... will flow forth, and conquer! He thought, getting up, and seemingly gaining reishi again. all that he had lost, and forgotten about... his pain, was the way to draw out his reishi.
Smirking, he fired another arrow at the mountain, as black energy swirled around him, pushing nearby pebbles away.

"can't believe that one chunk of the mountain caused a landslide." Fukaku thought, smirking, as he turned his attention to a nearby news helicopter. Dooubtlessly, this would be quite a story. he was just glad noonce caught him doing it, or he'd have some explaining to do. " Hollow, or shinigami.... you've both done me wrong... and in doing so, you gave me the perfect weapon to destroy you." Fukaku silently gloated.