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Post by shizune on Mar 17, 2008 17:20:35 GMT -4
Time is such a strange thing when one dwells in Soul Society for such a long time. It’s not necessary gone, for the day does cycle into night and repeats itself endlessly but who would could clearly tell what month and year it is without constantly taking note of the passing of time? Indeed the citizen of Soul Society lost their grip on time and Shizune was just one of them. For her the date of the day no longer held any concern. The only things that separated her knowledge of time was the days that went on in a week and the seasons that cycled all over the year. What day was it today? Monday… She knew it was Monday because yesterday she was able to sleep much longer than usually. And the season? It must had been the end of winter because the snow slowly started to melt and the first grass sprouts could be seen from within the white blanket. Still why was it today such a special day for her? It was a important day because at last she could follow in the tracks of her older sister, and have the chance to get closer to her again. She would become a Shinigami!
Her first year at the academy was quite hectic. Unlike most of the students the young Shizune still resembled a child in appearance, even when she had the mental capacities of a adult. Still her innocence made her liked by both classmates, upperclassmen and teachers. They enjoyed to watch her grow and they did saw she had quite some potential to say the truth. She shown a amazing natural talent in Kidou casting and swiftly worked up her ranks. It was not a surprise that she was already promoted to the advanced class of the first year and started to endure a even harder training. Still as much as she did her best and as strong as her resolve was she couldn’t defeat the boundaries her body had. She was still a young girl so it was normal for her not to have the same physical strength as her classmates had. Actually that fact made her lose hope and she started to grow more worried, thinking she was not good enough to become a Shinigami, but it seemed one of the teachers had his own opinion on that. One year… She needed to give him one year and he would make her ready to graduate already.
What had she to lose? The teacher offered her his help so she had to accept it right? This was how Shizune disappeared from the public eye, leaving her friends only to question what in the world the young child could have been doing. Rumors said that the girl arrived at the academy way too classes to begin, and strangely enough didn’t even show up during the lesions, and last she left the school grounds late in the evening. To say the truth the teacher was a elite Shinigami teacher who taught the children of noble families or prodigies to surpass the limits the academy had. This was how in a year time Shizune gained the ability to cast Kidou at the same level as a seated officer within the 13 divisions. Lastly there was also the fact the trainer had pushed her body to the limits, making her agile enough to match the movements of the stealth squads and combined with her small childish frame she was a dangerous opponent to have against. It was not a surprise that the young Shizune was a favored candidate to succeed with the graduation examination. Indeed that year, during her second year she passed the examination with flying colors and was appointed to a division, that leads us to the morning when the young Shinigami is about to start her adventure in the 6th division, but what will fate have in store for her?
It was a early morning, one of those beautiful mornings one could witness at the end of the cold winter season. The snow slowly started to melt away while sprouts of grass and flowers started to pop up here and there. The sun had only recently revealed herself, shining its early morning rays over Soul Society. It was still so early and already the sunlight would wake up the young child. The room itself was pretty much what one would expect to have in the dorms of a division. The room was of decent size and seemed to had mainly been focused on just providing some space to sleep in. At each side of the room had been a double sized bed for the Shinigami to rest in while next to the bed had been a closet where additional clothes and such could be stored in. Then finally against the wall there had been a table with a few chairs and a window above it, making it look like a decent room one would find in a hospital. So this was it? This was her new room? It didn’t look so bad yet, and surprisingly enough she didn’t have a roommate yet, what perhaps was her luck because otherwise she would have been way too embarrassed.
The sunrays had silently shone inside the room, especially on the bed that seemed to had been inhabited by someone. A small barely hearable groan had escaped from within the thick blankets before suddenly some red colored bangs could be seen peeking from above the cover, soon the sleepy, and perhaps kind of cute face of the young red haired child who was one of the Shinigami of the sixth division. A little lazily she extended her hands, rubbing away the drowsiness from her eyes as she removed her blanket and stood up. It was a little strange… It had been yesterday since she became a Shinigami and obtained her Zanpakutou but still she could feel a certain tiredness. It was not physically, for it was rare for her to run out of energy but rather mentally, perhaps the examination events made her feel a little tired. Smiling weakly the young child wandered toward the table that was against the wall and gazed down at her priced possession. This was her precious Zanpakutou, at first sight when sheathed it looked like a pretty ordinary katana. A black colored sheath was the holder of her weapon with sakura pedestals woven around it, making it look a little more feminine in the child her opinion.
It was funny how the weapon looked so much like her owner, but that was normal because it was a part of her soul right? Then the clean and sparkling metal of her Zanpakutou resembled the pureness of her soul? There was also the fact her weapon was a little smaller compared to other katanas, and also lighter to be easily handled by her wielder. Perhaps this was another feature resembling her lack in height? Still she had other things to do than pondering about the shape and length of her weapon, she had to prepare for meeting her captain! Taking a deep breath the young child quickly pulled some curtains in front of the window before moving toward the closet. It was only a little while before she was dressed in the traditional garb of the Shinigami and she wandered down the corridors of the 6th division quarters. Judging from the information she received the captain should have been in the division quarters today, so it would be the perfect chance to introduce herself. Adjusting the hilt of her nameless Zanpakutou the young Shinigami wandered along the twists and bounds of the building, now passing the boys dorms before coming to a halt in front of the captain his office. Was this where the captain was?
Somehow she felt unusual nervous all of sudden. What kind of person would her captain be? Would it be a strict and stern person? Would it be a kind and carefree individual and perhaps would it be a man or a woman? Still she needed to make a good impression right? There was no place for children in the ranks of the Gotei 13. The 13 noble division that protected Seireitei from danger. Would she be accepted? That question remained to firmly burn within her mind. What if they declined her and send her back to the academy? Then she would lose her chance to find her older sister! No she had to think sharp, stay calm and show the captain that she could become a valuable companion to his division. Raising her hand she knocked softly on the door before taking a few seconds to gather her breath before replying in a soft and slightly stuttering voice.
“A-a-academy graduate Shizune Tsukishiro, reporting for duty sir!”
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Post by Harmony on Mar 17, 2008 23:02:37 GMT -4
Captain Takahashi Masaru leaned back in his chair, which was precariously balanced on its rear legs, his broad fingertips drumming lightly on the surface of his maltreated desk. It was an old, crummy thing, rickety like a forgotten shack by the sea, but Masaru could not help but feel a certain attachment to it... there were a lot of old memories invested in the splinters of the unfortunate thing. Some memories were hard to reconcile with, but it was good to have them as a presence anyhow. It was good to be reminded sometimes...
It was fairly early... some of the members of his division had not yet stirred, though the captain could not be troubled to get them up. He liked the sense of peace the still silence brought, the knowledge that he was one of the very few already awake, that there was an absence of active reiatsu in the air. He could smell the faint sweet smell of approaching spring and the corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smile, though hardly a glimmer of happiness touched those cold hazel eyes. Masaru was known for his mean looks. He wasn't sure exactly when it was that he lost his open and almost innocent visage, but that was long gone now; it was a shadow that only jumped out during the most extraordinary times. He couldn't help it really... he felt very much like he could hardly control it, let alone notice when he was giving someone a scowl that could frighten a vulture. It was this quality that perhaps earned him his talent for infinite solitude. There were few that dared approach him outside of shinigami matters, and so Masaru had grown rather accustomed to very limited contact from others. He did not entirely enjoy this social isolation thrust upon him, quite the contrary Masaru was prone to loneliness. Beyond his loneliness however was a strong sense of pride in himself. Never would Masaru approach another person out of the need for a friend, such things only dulled a man's strength in himself. It was not all bad: Solitude was a good thing... for the most part.
A slight breeze disturbed a few stray papers on the surface of his desk and Masaru's smile transformed into a bit of a frown as he was reminded of the recommendation letters he'd have to trudge through. A few new shinigami were being sorted into the ranks of the Gotei Thirteen, which always made a bit of a stir. It was a crucial time for everyone, especially the Academy graduates. They were of course headed into a new and exciting part of their lives. They were afraid, they were determined... they all had that bright light in their eyes that Masaru himself once had... that unmistakable light of hope. How young they all were! True, Masaru was exceptionally young for a Captain. He had achieved his rank in the time it took most to develop their shikai – a trait that earned him mistrust and disrespect. His fellow Shinigami often expressed – not always to him directly – their doubts in Masaru's strength and experience. But, this was not the sort of youth Masaru was concerned about. He'd seen countless shinigami graduates that were already double his age, and yet they remained younger than him... they lacked those years spent among true warriors. He could not help but feel guilty. The life of a Shinigami is not easy: the journey is riddled with death, and sometimes betrayal... defeat and disenchantment. How could he, Masaru, bear to bring these bright youths to face such horrible realities? He didn't like it. What about these letters told him how far they'd fall when broken dreams became the only truth? Nothing.
With a heavy sigh and suddenly tired, hooded eyes, Masaru gathered the papers lightly in his hands and stared down at them for a moment, barely taking in a single word. He sat forward in his chair with a loud thump as the sudden shift of weight brought the front legs down again. As much as he hated to, he had to admit... one prospective Shinigami, Tsukishiro, seemed rather promising. She was young, but in her youth she was exceedingly powerful. Masaru didn't know quite what to make of her, but he couldn't ignore this letter so earnestly written in nothing but praise of the small girl. Truthfully, Masaru could care less how powerful they felt she was... it meant nothing to him in the end, but despite this, Tsukishiro's letter impressed him. She graduated after only two years in the academy... How did that even happen? Masaru shook his head before letting the papers fall back to his desk and proceeded to fold his arms tensely across his chest, his head bowing in thought. She was such a small person... only a child. How could he take on such a responsibility... how could he hold himself accountable for her safety? Surly there was someone more qualified than he...
His pondering was interrupted by a soft tapping noise and Masaru looked up, his spirits sinking a little. It was her. He could feel the gentle throb of her reiatsu, like the fluttering of a bird. As powerful as she was, she was still nothing more than a fledgling... a fragile butterfly that managed to wiggle out of its cocoon earlier than the others. She was no more prepared than the others... she was no more qualified than the others... why should he, Captain Takahashi Masaru, choose such a fragile rosebud for duties meant for wolves?
Her meek voice sounded out and Masaru strained slightly to hear what it was she was saying. Thin as they were, those doors acted as excellent mufflers for the shyer of his subordinates... a quality that never ceased to irritate him. He always ended up pretending that he knew what it was they were saying, which was risky business to say the least.
“Come in,” said Masaru, assuming that she was hoping for an audience with him. It was to be expected... she'd of course want to make a good impression on him, the one that would shortly decide her fate.
There was a single vacant chair on the other side of his desk and Masaru motioned to it with a wave of his hand. He preferred for people to sit with him on such occasions. He had rather unfortunate memories of standing on the other side of a such a desk. Back then he disliked how exposed and disrespected it made him feel, to stand as a single figure, so insignificant and painfully aware of the scrutinizing gaze of his captain, who had the luxury of sitting comfortably behind the security of his desk. As cold as he seemed, Masaru still remembered what it was like to be an officer in his division, and he felt it was important to make certain improvements to the state of things to prevent others from experiencing the same hardships as he.
“Hello, Tsukishiro Shizune,” said Masaru, a quiet harshness pervading the tone of his voice, “I hear you have been selected... hand-picked to graduate four years ahead of schedule...” He then gingerly selected her letter from the small collection of papers and held it out to her, signifying she could see it herself. “They never showed me my letter of recommendation. To this day I remain admittedly curious...” He gave a bit of a quirky smile – a pitiful attempt at appearing friendly – before continuing, “Your instructors had a few very impressive things to say about you, little Tsukishiro... namely your skills in kidou,” his eyes narrowed at he peered at the small child. How impressionable she seemed. It frightened him, honestly, “And what about you? Do you think you are ready to take on this lifestyle?” It was a simple question, but lingering in Masaru's tone was an almost noticeable hint of doubt.
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Post by shizune on Mar 22, 2008 14:10:06 GMT -4
There was a certain fear within the mind of the young Shinigami. It was not the fear of the future, for she indeed knew what awaited her when she would join one of the Gotei 13 divisions but rather the fear of not getting accepted. People doubted those who had been fragile and weak in their eyes, but the factor that she still had the body of a young girl who didn’t even step into the thresholds of puberty, let stand the harshness of the real world. This made it very common for people to doubt her abilities and this also brought forth the fear of not becoming accepted into the division. What should she do then? Going back to the academy and wait until she grows into a more mature woman? Wasn’t that just extending the time? Then it would simply take much more time before she could find her older sister again! No- going back to the academy was no longer a option. She was ready for becoming a shinigami in the 9th division and would convince her captain about her abilities. This was the moment of truth, her first meeting with the captain would determinate how the man would see her? As a prepared shinigami or as scared child.
The voice of the captain resounded from within his office. The calmness the voice emitted, it somehow sounded as if this was a regular event for him. Perhaps it was indeed a regular moment for him. How many Shinigami would have been before her to enter this office and hear that they haven’t been prepared for their position in a division? Would she be one of the many to fail? Or would she convince her captain? Still she had to remain calm, getting nervous and scared would only waver her determination. Taking a quick deep breath the girl extended her hand and slowly slide open the door, before taking a step inside the office. The surroundings had been quite surprising for her to say the truth. She always heard a captain his office was a embodiment of nobility itself so they would have resembled the chamber of high classed individual but this… Looked like the office of a warrior! Dents and scars had been in the walls, some of the decoration slightly been partly torn of, perhaps showing sights of a previous battle. Then there was also something different, a thing that had a huge influence on the mind of the child. A soft wind breeze blew into the room, the wind gently played with her long hair and tickled her cheeks, somehow making her expression relaxed before she regained focus and bowed politely, closing the door behind her.
The captain called her name and somehow she felt surprisingly at ease. Was it because the relaxed nature of the surroundings? It made her feel calm and at peace, still she remained focused and surprisingly serious, a surprise for her because she had expected herself to be scared and trembling at fear. Her eyes silently gazed toward the captain as he motioned for her to sit down at the chair and keeping the etiquette she nodded her head softly while whispering a polite “thank you”. The captain started speaking, mentioning the fact she had graduated four years earlier than she was supposed to. Was it that amazing? She was a little surprised that it was something worth mentioning but in reality she didn’t find it anything amazing. It was because her sensei guided her so closely, teaching her everything she needed to know and even learned her secrets that a graduate wouldn’t know, better said the basics one would need when learning to use the Shunpo, or flash step technique. Still she was too young to learn the skill herself, so her speed was limited to the limits her body could carry right now, and even then it was already amazing to witness.
The man had showed her a letter and explained to her that it was her letter of recommendation. This report carried every single detail on her process and was actually pretty much a written profile of all her abilities. It was a little scary for someone else to have this kind of information. But at the same time she had the strange feeling she wanted to peek at it also, knowing what they had written about her. The captain said they had told quite some impressive things about her, especially Kidou casting. IT was true, she was one of the aces on that aspect and perhaps a little famous around the academy because of it. It was then he asked the faithful question, that question she knew he would ask during the conversation. Was she ready for this lifestyle? She would no longer be in the safe arms of the academy, she was now released from the support and would need to show that she was strong enough to survive in the harsh world. She felt it, the doubt that resounded in the voice of the captain… Her small hands wrapping around the sheath of her Zanpakutou she nodded her head softly and started speaking in a tone that showed not a single sparkle of fear of hesitation, it was truly the resolve of her heart that started speaking.
“Ever since I saw my Onee-sama sacrifice herself for my protection I have sworn I would no longer hide behind others. I might still look like a child but I spend my years at the academy training… Training to become mighty enough to protect my beloved ones and Soul Society. I know that if I would get accepted in the Gotei 13 I will be exposed to battles with our enemies and one day death might await me, but if this is the way I can make my sister proud then I will undertake it with all the courage and strength I have.”
And with those words the young Shinigami did a unexpected action. She raised her head and smiled softly toward the captain while saying in a gentle voice.
“This is not my way to repay the kindness my sister showed, but rather my decision as a proud Shinigami of Seireitei. I hope you can understand that captain.”
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Post by Harmony on Mar 22, 2008 15:22:07 GMT -4
Masaru watched her intently as she entered the room, careful to study each movement as a hawk would study its prey. Always the skeptic, Masaru waited patiently for her to slip up, to act as the meek little girl she appeared to be, and yet, he was pleasantly surprised within moments to find that she seemed in control of herself. The first thing he noticed (aside from her blazing mane of hair) was that her expression was humorously similar to his own. The hawk-like visage contrasted her petite form and for a brief moment Masaru fought the urge to laugh before allowing his own gaze to soften. Her eyes of course did not lack that hopeful glimmer that he expected and feared, but there was something within those dazzling gems that he could not help but recognize in himself. It startled him as much as it eased his previous worry. There was a true desire for strength within, a certain passion that he did not often see in the eyes of her peers. She understood then... he could tell just from her eyes that she understood the implications of joining his Division. For one so small to harbor such resolve seemed dangerous. If she became reckless... He wasn't going to finish that sentence.
She ventured a quick look around the room, which was not uncommon for newcomers. His office had character to be sure. The walls held their own story from a previous battle, a battle that Masaru refused to erase no matter how he was offered to rebuild the room. It was important to him. Most would find upon entering the Gotei Thirteen that each Captain's office broke the traditional mold in some form or another. They were all unorthodox individuals by their own right, and he enjoyed the reaction new officers had upon discovering this. In all honesty, Masaru's office was one of the most bland and uninteresting of the divisions. His walls held no distinct color... just the same off white creme that seemed plastered across the halls of Seireitei. Damn he hated that color! He also was reminded just then that he had nothing to decorate the place at all. No pictures, nothing. It was interesting that each office seemed to be an expression of the Captain's life style, and here Masaru was, surrounded by his crumbling walls and single open window with the soft blue sky streaming in. A breeze drifted through and he could see the ease it seemed to give her. She gave a polite bow and closed the door behind her, and Masaru watched as she made her way to the chair in front of his desk.
When faced with the question he presented her with, Masaru's scrutinizing gaze did not miss that little movement she made, where her hand strayed to the hilt of her Zanpakutou. What an interesting reaction... it was as though she had read his thoughts, as though she knew his primary concern: Could this child make a warrior of herself?
What intrigued him even more however, was the response that flowed so freely, as though she didn't have to give it a moments thought. There was her answer, presented so plainly and honestly, and Masaru's stoic expression broke from its concrete mold as his eyebrows shot up in surprise. He could tell she knew exactly why she was here, doing the things she was doing. He suspected from her information that she wasn't just one of those wanderers in Rukongai hoping to simply escape poverty (as he had been) but rather, she was a mature little girl, that had a solid goal ingrained into her mind. What struck him also as surprising was how sincerely she spoke with him. To openly admit to a perfect stranger a tragedy she had experienced in her past... what guts! It was admirable, to be sure.
She said she knew. She said she knew the horrors that awaited her, and yet here she was, holding the hilt of her zanpakutou as if it were her dearest treasure. How small that blade seemed too. He couldn't help but smile at the discovery of this similarity, and he was reminded of his own Zanpakutou, which in it's sealed state, was hardly bigger than a kitchen knife.
"Your words and honesty are appreciated, little Tsukishiro... You seem very adamant in your resolve." His voice, harsh as it was, held a rare lining of gentility in it. Already he was growing more and more confident in this small child.
She spoke once more, a simple sentence that held surprising strength... perhaps because she directed it to him: “This is not my way to repay the kindness my sister showed, but rather my decision as a proud Shinigami of Seireitei. I hope you can understand that captain.”
His eyes widened a little. Did he understand? Yes... yes he understood very well the sacrifice of a loved one.... He clenched his jaw as a potent memory assaulted him, and all he could do was nod at first before finally answering her, his voice shockingly serious. It held not the usual biting tone however, there was something very lucid about the way he spoke, "I do understand."
He swallowed and looked away from her, staring deep into the wall opposite of himself, his eyes growing dim in thought. Could he deny her?
"I cannot turn you away." he stated finally and simply, and continued with a small grin, "Can't let some other division dive out of the sky and scoop you up, can we?" He threw her one of his rare charming looks, feeling an unexpected kinship with this promising warrior, "You'll do well."
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Post by shizune on Mar 22, 2008 15:59:03 GMT -4
Power… It is a thing everyone one day in their life would desire doesn’t it? Power is a dangerous tool, and for that it’s desired by many. There are many different reasons for one to desire power. Is it in order to change fate, having a way to bring revenge, to protect others or another personal reason? Why was it that she wanted to obtain power? When did she want to obtain power? It must had been during that faithful journey, the journey that her mistress became her sister. All the time she was just a burden the group carried, what use was a small fragile maid? Indeed all she could do was watching those samurais, those individuals who held the kind of power she desired to have, the power to protect others. Even her older sister, a princess who lived in luxury had gained the power to protect others, just being driven by the sheer desire to protect the one that was dear to her. And in the end she died… She died using all her power to protect her beloved imouto, that must had been the way she wanted to die right? Sacrifice her life in order to protect her… Still she was so helpless, the one she wanted to protect died protecting her, so she had sworn to grow stronger…
What was it that she did during all those years in Rukongai? She still didn’t hold any power and being depressed helped out nobody. Even then, when she had sworn to grow stronger she was helped again and with that action her mind had cleared. She wouldn’t make people worry about her, always she would carry a gentle smile so others wouldn’t worry about her. She wanted to cheer people up just like her older sister did. But was that enough? She still couldn’t protect others and often she heard from her friends how those masked monsters called Hollows ended up eating poor souls, killing them while they didn’t even had a chance! It was painful to hear that people just like her couldn’t protect themselves and others. She had to grow stronger… And so her resolve was made. That month. Certainly she was a little scared, exploring the world of the Shinigami. Still she had sworn not to run away so she practiced day and night to keep up with the group. It was then her potential with Kidou casting was shown and she was promoted to a advanced class. Still Kidou couldn’t help her out alone, in sparring matches she was defeated as soon as they could reach a close distance, she needed a way to become stronger…
She still remembered how she met her sensei, it was during a sparring match against her classmate that he was observing her, watching her desperately defend against the assaults of her opponent. To say the truth it was impossible for her to win, he was too close for her kidou to be casted in time and she was helplessly being driven in a corner. It was then the words of her sensei reached her ears. Search for a opening and strike! It was just then, by sheer luck that she saw her opponent had raised his sword to slash down at her and she saw a opening, he couldn’t dodge her attack if she struck sideways. Swiftly taking a step aside she had slashed her weapon against the arm of the boy, disarming him and giving him a hit in the stomach what made him stumble backwards. She had won! By miracle she had won the match….
That evening after classes the sensei from earlier approached her again, he told her that he could see her problem, and that her small body made it unable to counter others with their strength. Still if she could train her agile body to the limit she wouldn’t need to worry about getting hit, for they wouldn’t even be able to keep up with her. This was how she started her training, spending a whole year to master the arts of dodging and counter attacking before the enemy could see her movements. This was how she made up with her lack of ability in fights and she became a pretty balanced fighter. Rumors already started to spread that she was considered a prodigy, a previous unnoticed child made such a amazing process in only a single year, perhaps she truly was made to become a Shinigami. And then she graduated, four years before the scheduled period. She was filled with joy, she had achieved the power to protect others and even was appointed to a division in the Gotei 13. It was like a dream became true… And then here she was, in front of her future captain. Why didn’t she feel scared? She heard most of the graduates nearly fainted from being nervous but she felt at peace, because she knew failure was no longer a option.
Then the answer of the captain came, he stated simply and calm that she was accepted. Perhaps jokingly, for she was not certain if it was meant to be a joke to made the mood more relaxed but he told her that he couldn’t let another division promote her into their ranks. That also wasn’t her intention right? They had decided that this was the best division for her and so she royally followed that order. A gentle smile remained to be painted on her lips as she nodded her head softly, replying in a kind tone that still carried the respect that was needed for someone of such a high position.
“It will be a honor to serve you Captain. Should I go to the division dorms and stand-by or do you require me for anything right now?”
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Post by Harmony on Mar 22, 2008 16:37:05 GMT -4
“It will be a honor to serve you Captain. Should I go to the division dorms and stand-by or do you require me for anything right now?”
Masaru's charming light had faded as quickly as it had come and his grin was soon replaced by a small smirk. She was being so polite and reserved... which of course was extremely common for those newly accepted into the ranks, though their enthusiasm usually bordered obnoxiousness. For the first month or so, all the new officers would trail him with loud friendly exclamations... "Reporting for duty, Captain Takahashi!" or "What are your orders, sir?!" after awhile they began to understand that Masaru hardly had any duties that required immediate or urgent attention, and this enthusiasm would die down with time and morph into a lazy listlessness that Masaru hardly appreciated but did not bother to correct. After all, half his division was still asleep, and here she was asking if she needed to stand by!
His gaze moved to the open window, and a ray of sunlight trickled through, putting golden speckle patterns of light on the floor. It was exceedingly inviting to him. The day was very bright in contrast to the last few days they were experiencing. True, extreme weather was rather rare in Soul Society, but the previous week had been characterized by heavy clouds not unlike the skies he often saw with his trips to Karakura to spread carnations for Hanako.
Though he was happy to have the young new officer, he still was not entirely comfortable with just allowing her to pass under the radar so freely, without so much of a test. He brought a hand up to his chin, as if to stroke an imaginary beard (noticing with some disdain that he needed to shave) and contemplated ever so briefly on the situation at hand. It would be an insult to her resolve to suggest that he keep her under his watch, but yet he could not shake the weariness she gave him. He needed to observe her in battle. Despite the praises that decorated her letter, he needed to see with his own two eyes just how fast and how skilled she truly was.
Masaru was not naive. He knew very well that Shinigami of small stature could still attain great power. Captain Matano of 11th Division was a shining example of one such warrior, and Masaru wondered then if it would be a good idea to have a talk with her. Children were exceedingly rare in the ranks, and Masaru honestly had not the faintest idea of how to deal with such an interesting officer. Matano would hopefully be of help to him. He could use some tips to be sure. Despite her potential, Masaru was acutely aware of the danger she would be exposed to with her size. Strong physical attacks would be devastating to her small frame if she didn't keep her reiatsu sturdy. All the running and dodging in the world didn't make a lick of difference if she was killed after one hit.
He sighed, running his hand through his nest of untidy hair before answering, "You are free to leave as you wish, Tsukishiro. I do request you return to my office tomorrow at this same time. I think a bit of a trip is in order." He threw a glance at her, to make sure she understood, "How would you like to hunt some Hollow with me in the Living World?" This of course wasn't a true question. She really had no choice in the matter at all, but Masaru wanted to remain kind with her, despite the usual insensitive tendencies he rooted himself in.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Apr 10, 2009 3:25:18 GMT -4
Moved to Dead RP's.
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