As I steadily got out of the crater where I lay, I held the sword’s sheath with one hand and ran the Rider’s power through. Holding it, the thing was like a staff. So when a blade of pure fire extending the length of the sheath burst forth, I suddenly found myself wielding something resembling a spear.

I wrapped the fire tighter and tighter until it burnt white and blue with power, changing from its red color. With every swing I made, it hummed as it burned through the spirit particles in the air – and perhaps even the air itself. I grinned widely and positioned myself better. Already, my instincts were guiding me. Or was it the instincts of the sword itself?

Yoruichi raised an eyebrow, “You turned your sheath into a flaming nagamaki.”

“…I prefer calling it a lightsaber, but that works too.” I leapt up and swung the blade of fire down at her.