Troubled training

Fukaku noted his expanded abilities, as he sat in the station. Looking up at his next targets, he fires off 4 arrows at once, each hitting one of the clocks on the other side of the old station.
"I'm doing better..." Fukaku noted. "Not good enough, though. right now, I'll have to strive my hardest just to beat the stronger rank-and-file shinigami... I need to be stronger." he finished.
"And the stronger hollow, too." Fukaku amended, remembering recent events. another, small voice in his head voiced concern for the woman in his head. he pushed it aside. He knew she was safe, and the attachment needed to end there. Once, another time, he might have tried to court her, maybe build a family...
unfortunately, it was simply too dangerous a possibility to even consider.
Fukaku shook his head, firing off another volley of arrows, at his new chosen targets.
"Now, I can fire 6 per second... let's try for 7, now..."

Trying for 7, he finally managed to achieve that rate of fire. His accuracy, as always, was impeccable despite the increased number of projectiles he could use. his bow's strikes were stronger than ever, materials the arrows bounced off harmlessly now showed slight dents, those they left slight dents in, they now left major one, and those which once had major dents were pierced through entirely.
Still, he found it hard to focus on training. Aizen sousuke, his growing abilities, that fight with the hollow... it all stuck hard in his mind. "just focus on the training." Fukaku told himself. "Focus... damnit, I can't!" Fukaku snapped, his words the only noise in the area. "I need to calm down, think some things through...and I won't be able to do that here..."