Reporting! (R/JT/Open to 10th squad.)

[Miranda Frost]

    “It has been two years hasn’t it?”

Miranda frost stopped in the courtyard outside the seventh squad barracks, her hand resting upon the pommel of her Zanpakuto. He fingers played about the aged leather wrapping of its hilt, her nails picking at the small gaps between the wrappings. Her other hands brushed the sweaty hair from her face upon which a delighted smile. She glanced to her comrades, fellow unseated she had been grouped with on this evening’s patrol. As usual, things were all quiet. It was a bit boring, she would admit, but the lack of a need for her to draw her blade proved how well they had done their job when it was time for them to take the watch.

“Aye, It has. Word says you’re taking the seated exams a few months from now!”, She’d muse, elbowing him gently in his side. The other members of their patrol nodded to each other and excused themselves before walking inside to wind down for the evening.

“I know right?! I. Am. Pumped!”, , he cried out holding out a triumphant fist before him. Frost stepped back from and concealed a small chuckle from him. “How about you Frost? You train, but you haven’t seemed to have progressed much. Something going on?” He’d step closer, his tightened fist relaxing and unfurling. He’d rest his gentle hand upon her shoulder, his face still displaying that broad, ever-present goofiness of a smile. Miranda brushed his hand away and wiped away her sweaty brow. He wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t entirely right either. She’d turn on her heels to let loose a burst of laughter.

“Perhaps, but you still can’t outdrink me, Jura. Come talk when you are able to get through your third drink.”, She’d challenge, driving her finger into the man’s chest. The two of them had their laughing fit and decided to move inside before the sunset. Would be a shame for them to be caught out there. She’d walk into the barracks together and say their farewells. As she approached her bunk, she’d realize how much her feet ached. It was going to feel nice to undress and relax.

It just wasn’t meant to be it would seem. Her eyes narrowed upon a lone sealed envelope resting upon her bed. She reached down and grasped it, her nails quickly undoing its fragile seal. She unfolded the paper, her eyes straining over the text there. “Miranda Frost re-repart to… fuck”, she’d grumble, folding the orders and moved back to the end of the room where Jura lay, trying to get some sleep.

Not today, Jura.

Frost tilted the Zanpakuto at her hip and pressed it forward, poking its end against his cheek. He’d groan and creak open an eye. “Hello, beautiful. Finally, come to help warm my bed?”, He’d grin, winking up at him. She’d smile and lean down slowly, and he leaned up to meet her. His head would match the right side of her scabbard instead. Jura recoiled back and rubbed at his now reddened forehead. She’d press the envelope against the man’s chest.

“Just… tell me what this says.”

 “You still have trouble reading? How did you pass the academy?”, He’d ask dumbfoundedly leading Miranda to glare down upon him in response. Jura would raise his hands in defeat and pull the paper free to scan over it, eyes narrowing upon the text. “Two years with no progress, yet they want you in squad ten.” His eyes lifted from the thin paper. “These are transfer orders. You are to report to the squad 10 barracks immediately. You and others who have been transferred will be mustered in the courtyard the following morning. Also, it has your bunk arrangements. You can… read those right?”

Miranda reached down and snatched the orders from her friend’s hand, securing it within its envelope. “Yes.”, She’d mutter before turning and storming towards the stairwell. Jura jumped to his feet and reached out for her, but missing narrowly. Two years Miranda had lived here, serving with the men and women of the seventh. Two years it had taken for her to get used to the way of life here and now that she was finally comfortable, they would put Frost in a place where she’d have to start all over again.

“It's going to be dark out soon. Want an escort?”

 Miranda stopped and turned her head. She didn’t smile. She didn’t laugh. The steel of her eyes bore into him in an indifferent perhaps nearly hostile way. She’d blink and sigh, shaking her head. “No. I can walk myself.”, Her hand would rest upon the door frame. “Good night Jura.”

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

Hotaru had just come out of a meeting talking about new recruits and some squad transfers that were happening soon. Talking with all the other captains, she was pleased that she was getting some new blood into her squad, since she hasn't gotten any new recruits as of late. It was good, in that being together for long enough and no new people her squad was starting to gel really well. It was a good thing to happen in any squad.

It also meant that no one was wanting to transfer out, which made her extremely happy. When she became a Captain, she wanted a squad where they felt like family and became a close knit group. It seemed like that she was finally starting to reach that goal. But, after this meeting, it turns out that she was getting a few new shinigami that were getting transferred in or were selected for her squad from recent graduates.

Bowing as she left the meeting, she looked around and wanted to immediately started to open the folders. She stopped herself, closing them quickly. She was in public and knew that these files were personnel files that she couldn't risk anyone looking at besides herself and at most, her Vice Captain and some of the high ranking senior officers. So, she Shunpo'ed over to her barracks, clutching the files close to her person.

She could've ran there, since she was fairly speedy, but Shunpo to her was just easier. She got to her squad, waving at her members walking through before laying the files down on her desk. She would put a note up on her door saying she was busy with work and knock before entering. She would shut her door, which was a rarity for her, and then opened up the first file.

All the files seemed pretty much the same, similar backgrounds and the like. She tried her best to try to remember all of the names that were in the files. The only name that jumped out at her was the woman with the last name Frost. It was only because Frost was her last name that she could actually remember it. She felt bad, but she would get to know them better in the morning when she had a squad meeting.

After she was done looking through everyone, she went to her Vice Captain, giving him a rundown on what was happening tomorrow and let him look over the folders. Once she was done with him, she went into the main barracks to make sure the extra spots for her new members were looking good. It was weird, at least to her, that the transfer was happening late at night, but it didn't bother her too much.

She let everyone in there know about the transfer that was going to happen in the next hour or so, as well as having them tell the members who weren't there. She didn't want her members wondering what the hell all these new people were doing milling about around their squad. Once the barracks were squared away for the new people, she had an officer waiting outside her squad to double check everyone's orders before letting them into the barracks.

Walking outside, she checked with her officer and it seemed like a few had shown up already. She looked over the orders to double check that they were legitimate. She had no doubt about her officer, but she wouldn't be doing her job as a Captain if she didn't check all the orders. She let him head back inside to keep an eye on everything while she waited outside with her Vice Captain.

Smiling at all of the new recruits, she took the orders, read through them quickly and told them the time of the meeting in the morning while Arantima told them the directions to the barracks. After about two hours, she was waiting on one last person, Miranda Frost. Hotaru saw her coming, at least she assumed it was her because she had a piece of paper in her hand. Once she came up to her, she smiled, checked out her orders and told her the time of the meeting.

Once the Vice Captain had given her directions to the barracks, she breathed a slight of relief. "Well Aranatima-fukataichou, I think that is all the new recruits! Go get some sleep and get ready for tomorrow. I feel like it's going to be a long day. I'm gonna swing by your room to grab the folders before I head out for the night." She would walk back inside with her Vice Captain, grab the folders and head to her office. She would let the new recruits get settled while she put the orders and folders away, locked in her desk before locking her door and heading back to the Kuchiki Manor for the night. Tomorrow was definitely going to be an eventful day.

[Miranda Frost]

Packing was relatively easy especially for one who didn’t have that many personal effects. The walk over was oddly peaceful. The only ones walking about were those still on duty. Patrol officers would stop her occasionally asking to see her authorization for such a late venture. None gave her much trouble. Besides the few stops, Miranda would find the venture peaceful. The atmosphere was calm and warm, and the skies were clear. She’d stop and look up into the sky, the full moon beaming its light over the Seireitei. Its guiding light watched over Miranda as she approached her new home.

Its structure wasn’t any different than the one she was accustomed to, but something did feel a bit off there. Her hand moved to clutch at her chest. “The nerves are getting to me. I need to calm down.”, She’d mutter to herself, her other hand instinctively falling to the pommel of her blade. Her fingers pressed against the warm leather wrapped around its hilt, her nail trailing about its seam. The sooner she got inside the better. The busy day had already taken a toll on her let alone this rather odd transfer. Already she was losing sleep on a night where she needed it most. Frost would sigh and glance up at the guard barring entry to the barracks.

“It's late. Are you one of the Transfers? Let me see at your orders.”, The guard commanded, his hand outstretched to her. Frost would nod and reach into her uniform, pulling out the small envelope to present to the guard. He’d accept it and open the envelope with quick urgency. He’d scan over it and it back before stepping aside to let her through. Miranda would smile and bow respectively before taking a step. Frost would pause, remembering something she needed to find out sooner rather than later.

“Erm, my apologies, but um… What’s our captain's name?”, she’d ask cooly, her hands clenching the paper in her hands.

“ Captain Hotaru Kuchiki-Masuro. It is on your orders. Did you not read them?”

Miranda’s face flushed, her pale cheeks reddening. “Erm I… have trouble with… thank you for your time!”, She’d stammer, bowing once more, and rushing inside. Luckily most have already knocked out for the night with the few left up being possible transfers. None acknowledged her, let alone greet her, which was fine given the circumstance. She’d secure her belongings and lay herself down. “I wonder how this captain is.”, She’d mutter to herself, turning to her side. Her last captain was the perfect idol for her. She was a strong, beautiful, and influential leader. Miranda drifted to sleep anticipating how Captain Kuchiki would stack up to her. She’d see the following morning.

***

Anticipation and anxiety didn’t help Miranda’s sleep if at all. The new transfer was already where she was told hours before the actual meeting. She wasn’t quite fully rested, but it was enough. First impressions were everything. Frost had made sure her uniform was pristine, and that she was presentable. When the few other transfers had arrived, they’d find her pacing to and fro in the place the small group would form up. Miranda’s hands patted down her clean uniform, thoroughly inspecting it of any damage or soil. Her grey eyes flicked to and fro but would find nothing, but this didn’t leave her satisfied. She didn’t stop, not until she felt a hand on her shoulder, the touch not unlike her friend Jura’s. She froze and turned her eyes to meet this person.

The man wasn’t one brimming with confidence like Jura but appeared as if he'd just peeled himself out of bed. His eyes drooped, and his posture was bent. It was as if any moment the man would fall unconscious. His hand slipped away, and he’d rub his eyes, letting loose a labored yawn. “You should like, chill… man. Don’t be so intense. Captain’s gonna be here soon. We’ll be inducted into the squad formerly… and then we can go back to bed.”, his words slurred.

“Why… yeah. You’re right. Thanks”, she’d nod her head to him and he’d return the gesture in assurance before rejoining the others. She was worrying way too much on the little things. She composed herself and exhaled before turning to the others.

“Come on over… Frost was it? She’ll be here soon.”

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima Aoire-Kawada Looked over the Files and folders while sitting in his office. He Was reading through candidates and looking over their Test scores from the academy but also over the descriptions of their zanpakuto's. Arantima was a special case who barely made it through the academy himself and knew what his score sheet looked like.  He also knew what his Zanpakuto looked like before he truly discovered Tenryu. There was A lot to look for, there was more to look for for him than perhaps anyone else. Arantima was looking for people with determination and heart to go beyond what everyone and anyone else thought they were. Arantima did this with Squad 10 Daily as part of his duties he would find someone struggling and yet not giving up and help them find themselves.  He Had this sense of who a person was, what drove them and if they knew what drove them yet or not.

The Lists he looked at were all within variance, save for one transfer note. A Particular Shinigami who was unseated and Joined squad 7 Fresh from the academy, a Very average individual skilled with Reaitsu use but her body suffers slightly because of it. He Saw marks of promise in that, where others would see a place for improvement he saw the avenue of greatness she could achieve with that strength instead of deigning to think that her body would have to be trained more rigorously He was already thinking about how it would catch up as she trained her spiritual side. He Smiled and held the File with him As Hotaru Entered He Handed her the Bundle of folders and Files With Miranda Frost at the top, Tacked with Arantima's Gate Guardian Seal stamp in the lower right hand corner.

"This one Should be watched Hotaru-Taichou.. I Have a Feeling, a Feeling that this may be someone who can be guided into great things." He says nothing more Bowing and letting her leave Heading out to the training grounds. Arantima Does not sleep well at night, part of his condition while he is sealed he uses so little of his true energy that he can stay up for days at a time unless he releases and trains hard. He Stays out in the Meeting grounds all night just thinking about all the new recruits and what they will become, but he thinks about Miranda deeply. Wondering what her True Self is and if she has discovered herself yet, or if she will approach like he did to Hotaru uncertain but determined.. Or if she will be uncertain and content with that uncertainty.

Arantima Watched From his secluded spot hidden just slightly out of sight as a lone shinigami walked to the meeting place Hours before anyone else, hours before it was going to be time for anything and he smirked inwardly to himself, At least she is eager for appointments.. Lets see her eagerness last through to everything. I wonder if she will take to the Honorifics Quickly.. Took me Forever to get used to it. Arantima Looked down at himself before using Shunpo to step away from his hiding spot and Head back to his office where he Hung lieutenants Coat. He Supposed it would only be Right to wear his Coat and Torc when in an official capacity as Squad 10's Vice captain.

He Looked down to his Zanpakuto as he hung it down at his hip. A Six foot Blade even Sealed, was a Testament to either how much of a showoff he was or how much power he held. One could never quite tell at just a glance But this man was imposing, his eyes did not stare at you simply they cut through to your soul and splayed it open like a book. His Hair was long and golden shining in the morning sun as he walked and yet there on his bare chest was a scar that.. Should have killed him, the wound to create such a scar would have killed a man without determination. He Got himself ready and prepared for the official briefing Walking towards the Meeting area officially now with his coat swaying in the wind behind him as he walked.

He reached the entrance to the meeting place and Stood there at the side of the door Waiting for Hotaru To Appear. He Was not about to make introductions without his captain being there, after all  Hotaru was something that was better received without Hype.

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

Hotaru was in her office, looking over her outfit for what seemed like the fifth time. She had double checked before she left the manor, but it never hurt to triple check. Or maybe even quadruple check. She grabbed the folders again, looking through them again to make sure she could tell who the new recruits were. It would take her awhile to actually get to know them well, figuring that she would be reading these files frequently to remember things about them.

But, Hotaru lingered on the file that her Vice Captain showed her. This Miranda Frost person was someone that she would need to keep an eye on, if not for her sake at least for her Vice Captain. She would lock the folders up again, check her outfit for what seemed like the tenth time, made sure her Zanpaktou was tied securely to her belt and walked out of her office, locking it behind her.

She would walk towards the side door, noticing that her Vice Captain was already here. "Ah, Arantima-fukataichou, you're early as per usual. Let me double check your outfit before we head out." She would lightly push his right arm backwards, hopefully hinting to him to turn to face her. She would make sure that he looked perfect, straightening out what was needed, before dusting his shoulders. "Alright, if you're ready let's go!" She would wink at him then they would walk out together.

Walking side by side next to her Vice Captain always made her feel a little more at ease. She heard one of her officers call attention, since they saw the both of them walking up. Once she reached the middle of the group, she would stop, Arantima stopping beside her. She would take a deep breath and look over the entire division, lingering a little longer on Miranda before moving to look over everyone else.

"Hello everyone! New recruits, welcome to the Tenth Division! This is my Vice Captain, Arantima-fukataichou. If you couldn't tell, I prefer that honorifics are used here. My Vice Captain can tell you how he would like be to referred to as. As for me, I am Hotaru Kuchiki-Masuaro, the Captain here. I preferred to be called Hotaru-taichou, Hotaru-sama and/or Captain Kuchiki-Masuaro. I know it might take some time to get used to but I have faith that you guys will be able to catch on quickly!"

"Now, I know it was weird for the transfer to happen so late at night, but I had no say on when the transfers actually happen. I notice that some of you weren't able to get a full night's sleep because of this, so I will say that the ones that are actually dead on their feet from no sleep, I'll excuse you to go rest. As for everyone else, I would love to watch some sparring between you all to see for myself how strong you all are. Dimsissed!"

She would walk over to one of her officers, whispering in a low voice to keep an eye on the ones that were going back to sleep. She wasn't going to have anyone try to cause trouble on their first day. Watching on while Arantima would tell them how he wanted to be called, she would step back slightly, getting out of their way while watching what was going on. She kept most of her attention towards Miranda. How would she fair?

[Miranda Frost]

The number of transfers wasn't a generous one before their Captain's offer of sleep or training. Many of the group had decided to take the former option and for a good reason. A few of the transfers were like zombies in their shuffle back to the barracks. Even the sleepwalker that greeted her were among them. It was a wonder they even woke up for the orientation in the first place. "I could go with them", Miranda thought, biting down upon her lip. Her day prior was a long one. Her joints were stiff, and her feet ached. Only a few hours rest and she would be good to go. However, if she went, what were the chances that she could make up for potentially lost training?

Frost glanced over at her captain and vice-captain subtly. “They are definitely observing us. Maybe this is a test of sorts?”, she pondered, the steel of her eyes moving back to the handful that remained. “Oh dear, that isn’t much. They are sure to notice me now.” Nervousness crept back into her chest, resting within her heart. Her chest thumped hard, and her breathing sped up tremendously. This was something to be excited for. This was exactly what she wanted, to make a good first impression, yet she couldn’t shake her uneasiness. She glanced to the others and most had already paired up into partners, and drawn blades save for her and one other who had taken his place in front of her.

“Hey! You ok there? You might want to draw your blade. Hotaru-sama is watching us you know.”

Miranda snapped out of her worried tranced and nodded, her hand dropping to the cold leather hilt of her blade. Frost gritted her teeth and pulled at it. Rusted metal scraped against the simple and robust saya, producing a jagged screeching noise that distracted the nearby squadmates. She could feel their eyes upon her or rather the state of her blade. Out of all the zanpakuto currently unsheathed, only hers among them didn’t have the flawless shine of a fresh Zanpakuto. The blade was rusted and aged, and one could assume that its usefulness as a weapon of war had long since been expired.

“There’s a rack of training swords if you want to use those, I don’t think your Zanpakuto can hand much m-”

“No. I refuse.”, She’d interrupted, holding the sword in front of her in a basic ready stance. Her eyes glanced at the man’s sword as well as the others near them. Most seemed identical, leading her to believe that most of them, her opponent’s included, had not passed the asauchi stage. She could understand why they’d look upon her with puzzled expressions. Perhaps they had yet to see someone so close to their rank wield a zanpakuto that had begun its slow evolution. They surely were fresh. That’s not to say Miranda wasn’t too far above them. She couldn’t quite gauge their strength in comparison to her own. Frost would have to play it safe. “Come.” 

“As you wish.”, He’d say with a sigh before stepping forward, sending a wide telegraphed slash at her guard. Miranda merely stepped into the slash and nudged attack away with her blade, clearing the way for her counter attack. Frost would thrust the sword immediately at his chest stopping only mere inches from him. “I win.” Frost smiled and stepped back and readied her weapon once more. The man was baffled, but his own mistake led to his loss. “Come. Try again.”, Frost urged softly, letting her hands loosen from around her blade’s hilt. He frowned and nodded, composing himself a bit better this time. His form had fewer flaws this go around. It was almost as if he paid attention in the academy.

Frost stepped out of his range as he approached, the tip of his blade just barely scraping over the flat of her sword. Sparks flew, and rust dusted the formally perfect edge, tainting its mirror-like shine. Miranda took this moment to through her shoulder into him before he could recover his blade. He’d cry out and stumble backward, and she’d step in, driving the pommel of her sword into his gut. Her opponent dropped his blade and recoil back to his starting position. He crouched low, his arm cradling his stomach. Miranda didn’t think she had hit him that hard, yet here he was.

Miranda stepped closer to the man and held out her hand, offering to help him up. “Here, let me help.”

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima Waits for those that take the easy way out to leave, watching them all with some level of distrust and remorse. They would not go very far here, they did not have the drive to not yet anyway he might yet save them from their fate of laziness. He Then finally speaks up and when this man speaks his voice is powerful, resonating out through the air like a thunderhead. "Now that the lazy ones have left us true Shinigami to train I will introduce myself properly. I am Arantima Aoire-Kawada. Member of the Kawada Family, Vice Captain to Hotaru-Taichou.  You may call me Fukataichou, Arantima Or Dragon-Sama. I am the weakest Shinigami to have ever come out of the Shinigami Academy and I will put you all to my standards of training."

"A Man who was once weak enough to be knocked down by a stiff breeze and could not see a hand in-front of his face stands before you now as Vice captain of one of the Strongest Squads in the Seireitei. You Can become stronger than me, and I demand no less effort than is required for you to become that." Tima Then turns and heads to his position to watch those remaining train at least for the time being. He watched and learned, His Memory being a hard one to match he  would take in all of this, watching closely and learning where these new recruits needed to improve. It was when Miranda drew her sword that his attention went straight to her. That sound, the sound of a broken ruined blade being extricated from its only safe home was one he knew all too well.

His previous blade was broken and scarred cracked and literally only half of a true blade. There is nothing quite like watching people underestimate an opponent because of something they don't or can't understand. Arantima knew better, he knew that her blade was already discovered and waiting simply to call out to her when her soul was strong enough to hear it without breaking. He Was smirking as he sat back on the floor lazily sipping at his bowl of heavy cream and chewing on little balls of fried dough with a sweet red-bean paste inside. He was watching for now, until he picked out which few were actually going to advance quickly. It was something of an anomaly he found, those that would advance quickly would show themselves to burn brightly among the ashes of the mediocre and yet they would never burn out completely.

It was when Miranda Finally Knocked her sparing partner in the sternum and knocked some sense into him more deeply than she may have yet realized that Arantima stood. He Was not the fastest there but he was capable of bursts of speed that rivaled the best Athletes out there even while sealed. He Steps over behind the man Miranda had knocked over and and simply leans on him, driving the point of his elbow into the boys spine "No no, He needs a bit longer to regain his senses. So While he does that here I will explain to all the new recruits here something they should never do." Arantima Stays Leaning on this boys back for a bit more before letting him up and turning to face the crowd around them.

"Your first lesson in the soul. Listen closely! Our Zanpakuto's are not just swords for fighting they become a part of us. Their sealed states becoming personalized not with ribbon we add but by it attaching deeply to our Aesthetic and changing to be visually appealing to us. In some cases however Our swords know us better than we yet know ourselves and take on distressed appearances.. Cracking and becoming jagged or rusted in color..  These swords are not weak and will cut through you or a hollow just as easily as mine." He draws his blade and lets it shine as a beacon in the sky. Six feet in length of metal that turns almost solid white in the sunlight, his sword is long and thin.

He somehow gets a gust of wind in his hair, even if no one else can feel the wind that seems to be fluttering his Golden man dramatically. "These swords are the Spirits that when you hear them will mentor you, guide you along a pathway.. Be ware of the darker parts of these spirits however because they will be harsh teachers.. But grow to become your greatest ally." Arantima finishes that speech by not sheathing his sword but tagging the one who Miranda had just hurt in the same spot gently "Mushi" He spoke the name of the technique just before it was delivered and the boy skid back Thirty feet, yet still upright and unharmed, away from Arantima and Miranda "Sit for awhile and rest. But more importantly you will watch how strong a Rusted blade will be.. And perhaps find that your own sharp blade should be replaced with one left out in the rain and yet can still cut flesh.."

He Stares at Miranda with an intensity, an intensity that speaks volumes about his intentions she had better get serious here because she has now been assigned a new partner.. The vice Captain himself.

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

Hotaru smiled while she watched her Vice Captain at work. Dragon-sama? She didn't even know that he was considering being called that. Then again, she could be called the same, since she also had a dragon Zanpaktou spirit. She smiled to herself at that new, would it be a nickname, and watched him at work. She had stood off to the side to watch what was going on, because a Captain had to delegate to the entire division. Also, she was never good at teaching others, but Tima seemed to be doing a good job.

Watching the new recruits, she watched as Frost drew a rusted zanpaktou. Her eyes immediately stayed glued to it, reminding her of how Tima was when she first saw him. He also seemed to catch her weapon and he focused on her as well. A runner came up to her, as well as another low seated officer, to pass off some messages. She would turn towards them and speak quietly, trying to quickly clear up any immediate issues and putting things on hold that could wait till tomorrow.

Once she was done talking to them, she turned and it seemed like Frost had defeated her enemy. She raised her eyebrow while watching her, happy to know that she knew how to fight at least. She watched what her Vice Captain was doing, making sure that he never crossed a line, which he didn't. But, he definitely proved a point. When he took a stance to fight her, Hotaru would step closer to get a better view of the fight. Before they fought, however, Hotaru would stand up quickly to make an announcement.

"To the members of the Tenth Division that are out here on the field, I would suggest that you give them both plenty of room. I've fought Arantima-fukataichou before and he'll need the space. To Arantima-fukataichou, don't get too crazy with the new recruits and I'm here in case you need any example for the Zanpaktou things you were talking about earlier." She would then stand and watch the fight progress.

OOC: Since it's now a fight between Frost and Tima, you can skip Hotaru's posting turn, since Hotaru won't step in unless it gets too crazy. I would give you a heads up when I want to make a Hotaru post.

[Miranda Frost]

Miranda closed her outstretched hand now that the need to help her opponent up had been voided. She had failed to notice the vice-captain upon his approach. Knocking away the man she was fighting shocked her but she restrained any immediate response. The Vice-Captain had reason to do so, even if it weren’t so apparent immediately to her. More interestingly was the technique he used to do so. She recognized a portion of the movement used as Hakuda, but she hadn't realized it could be used to this extent. His actions were performed with a grace she had not seen prior.  She expected no less from her superior.

She’d step back and lower her blade, attentively listening to what he had to say. Miranda looked down at the sword she held in her right hand. Miranda could attest to everything her superior was saying. The way Dragon-sama's voice rang over the training grounds, Frost couldn't imagine anyone not getting the message. She knew first hand how sharp her sword was, despite its dull appearance. To be frank, the fact her opponent had misjudged her solely on the appearance on her blade frustrated her, but to those ignorant on how an asauchi grows, she could understand why he did so.

The longer the man spoke, the more she realized her position in this lesson. She was the closest one to the Vice-Captain and the only one with her sword drawn to boot. Miranda could feel her old anxiety begin to reroot itself within Miranda’s chest. The reality of her situation was becoming clearer and more transparent. She would have to spar with the vice-captain. The thought of it rang throughout her skull and sunk heavily in her stomach. Perhaps her discomfort would be seen by her superior; Miranda prayed hard that he didn’t. Miranda would exhale deeply, thrusting the unneeded anxiety away. She’d bow low to her new opponent, Vice-Captain Arantima.

“It is an honor to clash blades with my superior, Arantima-Fukataichou. I pray I do not disappoint.”, When directed she’d rise from her bow, her demeanor calmed, and her heart steeled. The intensity of Arantima’s eyes met the calm blankness of her own. Her hands gripped at her sword’s leather hilt so tight any remaining color in her hands would be bleached away. ‘Its now or never,’ she would think to herself before stepping forward. Miranda would concentrate reiatsu would charge at the soles of her feet. In a blur of movement, the reiatsu would be released, shooting her forward.

Her body crouched low, her blade swinging upward against the vice captain’s guard. Her stance remained stable and rooted, and the grip on her blade was secure. She was aware of the low level of mastery she held for Shunpo, but she had to do something. She was also aware of the gap between her position and Dragon-sama’s, but there was no real reason not to give her all, even if it will end in her eventual failure. First impressions were everything these days. If she failed to impress them even the slightest bit, then her career as a shinigami may have much difficulty in the near future.  

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Stats

Strength - [80] Points

Speed - [90(63)] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [70] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [90(135)] Points

Light Aura - [75] Points

Dark Aura - [25] Points

Instinct - [70] Points

Senses [50] Points

Energy sensory - [25] Points

Healing Expertise - [25] Points

Total SP: [500] Points



Skills

• [Learning] {1}
  
  
• [Calm Mind] {1}
  
  
• [Hakuda] {1}
  
  
• [Strength of Will] {1}
  
  
• [Swords] {1}
  
  
• [Pole-arms] {1}
  
  
• [Cold Tolerance] {1}
  
  
• [Battle Focus] {1}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {1}

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima Watches, it is all he can do really without the aid of any skill in sensing energy at all he could only rely on his instincts and senses to tell him what was going on. He watched as Frost stepped forward and he only had a moment to react as she rocketed towards him.  He had only a few options but He decided to take the route of his experimental sword techniques. As Miranda's foot fell onto the ground Arantima was Already Moving, he had thrust his blade into the ground and was holding himself aloft on the counter weight. He was Hand standing on his sword to Dodge Most possible Swings and thrusts towards him, Seeing as how his Blade was as Tall as he was from head to toe. For any other sword it would be foolish to dodge this way but taking advantage of the length of his blade was smarter.

He was a fighter who had felt the worst of what is was to be beaten by someone so far out of your league you couldn't even understand how deep the gorge was that you were jumping into. He would make this a much lighter ordeal than that he has been dealt. That being said he would not go easy on this new Soul reaper She can the rest of the new members of the squad would be shown what it takes to be a member of squad 10. Power was not just raw strength, it was a combination of that mixed with passion and creativity in mid combat. Those who could plan tactically had their strengths but those that could react and move organically through combat would fare better with Arantima's training.

Arantima Came down suddenly after he was fully extended up in the air as if he was going to Dual Heel slam But then there was a sound from his throat "Sho! Sho!" He Says the name of Hado number one Twice in rapid succession and as his heels point Towards Miranda Sho fires from both of his heels down towards Miranda's Shoulders And simultaneously throw his heels in the opposite direction allowing him to Land in a kneeling position facing Miranda as he thrusts both palms out towards where Mirandas Knees would be if she were still standing "Sho! Sho!". He Shouts once more firing Two more Sho blasts Towards Miranda's knees.

The Blasts Move swiftly but are more easily Seen than one might expect. He wasn't planning on anything but maybe the second pair of blasts to land and even then only barely if they did. He knew he was dealing with someone more than just an academy student he was fighting someone with potential he was testing how much of that potential they had realized so far with this strike series while also demonstrating what mastery over even a simple Kido such as Sho could do. "The One true method to victory lies in mastery..  Simple movements or complex one.. Master them, and make them your own, this is the path to victory and power." He speaks as he straightens up, not deeming it necessary to draw his sword from the ground just yet.

-100 for 4 uses of Sho

1770/1870

Stats Below - Sealed

Strength - [235] Points - 58 Sealed - 705 Unsealed
Speed - [235] Points - 157 sealed - 235 Unsealed
Spiritual Pressure - [280] Points - 187 Sealed - 840 Unsealed
Reiatsu Strength - [150] Points - 100 Sealed - 150 Unsealed
Dark Aura - [50] Points
Light Aura - [50] Points
Instinct - [150] Points - 100 Sealed - 150 Unsealed
Senses - [150] Points - 100 Sealed - 150 Unsealed
Energy sensory - [0] Points
Healing Expertise - [0] Points

[Miranda Frost]

"Damn it," she thought as her blade met nothing but the hot air between the two combatants. Dragon-sama had dodged effortlessly and by a large margin. "Above me" Miranda snapped her head upwards, the steel of her eyes training on the giant of a man now falling upon her. Her heart was beating fast, and her mind raced. She didn't have time to think. Whatever that man was preparing to do it would end her fight then and there. Quickly she rushed whatever reiatsu she had prepared and concentrated it through her feet. "Now!" Frost blasted backward in a blur of movement, just narrowly dodging the quartet of kido spells flung her way.

The small, speedy blasts pounded in the stone training grounds beneath their feet, chipping the tiles away. The vice-captain landed as elegantly as the artful dodge he had performed. Miranda slid to a halt, brandishing the rusted blade by her side. Her eyes fell from him to the cracked flooring beneath him. The gap in skill was apparent here as well as the array of techniques available to the Vice Captain. It was a humbling experience for someone already aware of the limitations of her ability. Sweat dripped from her brow yet when she looked at the vice-captain, he looked as if he hadn’t begun to fight.

And then he spoke, his words mirroring the thoughts bouncing about her mind. He introduced himself as weak, yet his strength here was so apparent. Her hand tightened dangerously around the hot leather hilt of her sword. “If he is so strong, then what is the point of all of this? No. I refuse.” Her other hand moved to join the other, brandishing the heavy weight of her treasured weapon. She’d rush towards her opponent, Frost’s rusted blade held low by her side. “I refuse. I refuse. I refuse. I cannot cease this exercise and join the others in the barracks. I do that, and I lose.”

Frost’s eyes narrowed with determination and focus. Her opponent's sword was longer than Miranda’s entire height and then some. If she stayed at a distance, she would lose. However, if she got in close, she’d eliminate the advantage of such a long weapon. Either way wasn’t favorable, but this course of action was the best one available. Her run would break into a sprint. Her muscles screamed as they were kicked into action. “And if I lose I’ll never break the barrier that’s keeping me at my current limit.” Her body would twist, and her body would fall into a slide just before reaching him. One arm would brace herself as she slid while the other would slash out at her Vice Captain’s ankles as her body slipped past him.

Reiatsu: 600/700
-Shunpo used

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima Watched as Miranda Moved Far enough back Via Shunpo to dodge the First two Sho blasts he had released and Smirked as the Second set Flew towards her. The one thing that never left his mind however was the sense that he was doing what he wanted to her, pushing her getting her to realize the truth of the strong. "That's it Miranda.... Abandon your fear. Turn and face your enemy! Don't back down an inch! Advance! Never stop! If you retreat, you will age! Be afraid, and you'll die! Give me Every ounce of Strength you have! Break yourself upon the wall of stagnation over and over until the wall crumbles into dust!" He Blinks As Miranda Rushes him and his Sho blasts, sliding right beneath them perfectly as the wind gusts her hair as she passes under them.

Arantima watches her sword arm closely and waits, he waits until the last second and jumps. More of a lifting of his legs before slamming his closed fists together, Locking eyes with Miranda As she passes below him. "Heion to heiwa, yasurakana mewosamasu" He Was not even touching his sword, and it did not feel like he was releasing. "I am not so cruel as to release my Zanpakuto against you..  But This is a Technique which binds the Zanpakuto and your body together by the soul.. Soulbind!" Arantima's Sword which was still stuck in the ground nearby Burned away in golden fire and Golden ash flew up and around his body merging with Arantima's skin.



His Flesh turns Solid Gold and shimmering before Golden scales sprout out from it. His eyes as he blinks are at one moment normal but the next moment they are serpentine and Golden burning with fire behind them. As he lands his hair clinks against his golden skin and shows itself to be made of golden wire, and as he lands there is the sound of 5 other bodies landing in swift succession after the first. He Moves his arms To Hold his knuckles together in the center of his chest, followed by a second set of arms holding a cupped hand below his navel and a vertical hand above that. A Third Set of Arms places its right hand outstretched to the right palm facing outward mirrored by its left, and a fourth set of arms Does the same only Pointing the Right hand higher at an angle with the left lower at an opposite angle. The fifth and last set of Arms Does the opposite with the left arm pointing at a high angle and the Right pointing at a low angle.

He opens his mouth and the voice that speaks is not just his own deep intense voice it is mixed with a refined and noble voice. "You might wonder.. If there is no way to win, why fight? The answer is because that is the path of the strong. Break Yourself upon impossible odds, Come back Broken, bloodied but ready to be rebuilt from the experience. Defeat is not failure, it is a lesson! Lesson Number One, Way of the Winding Dragon!" Arantima's Gaze suddenly locks onto Miranda's and He Is Engulfed in Golden Reaitsu for a Flash second, Something has changed within him. There is not time for that however, He Has Gained an immense amount of speed with this new form. All of the arms Re-converge into a Single form before he starts his combination. First Shunpo, They all move much to fast for anyone present save for hotaru to notice the stair stepping of speed that the bodies all travel with.

Arantima and All of his shadows appear surrounding Miranda Frost arms crossed before they each unleash a different attack on her. the true Body moves first as it is the fastest and Places a Hard Raking claw fist against her shoulder and rakes down looking to throw her into a standing spin. The First shadow the second fastest of them all throws a palm thrust into her opposite shoulder to stop the spinning before the Second Shadow thrusts Two fingers Into her spine. The Third Shadow Throws a Spartan kick Aiming to Launch Miranda into the fourth Shadow who simply Taps Miranda in the chest with its palm and Enacts Mushi Against her into the fifth and final shadow.. this shadow Crouches low for a moment before coming up with a Harsh uppercut that not only impacts but sends a Wave of energy into Miranda to knock her high into the air.

The Strange thing about all of these blows is that they were all held back to about One hundred Strength, they would hurt for certain but be far from injuring blows. He Was not trying to crush her but simply break her a bit see if there was a Rage deep down inside her to awaken or would she simply be broken.. If it was the latter she had no place in squad 10.  He Had used Rasengeki on her and now the Shadows Converged back into one form, Jumping off the ground leaving the trail of shadows behind as they each were just a half step behind one another to follow the main body. He Lept up into the air and Caught Miranda Gently before landing back down with a gentle thud, cradling Miranda in his arms carefully.

-150 for Soulbind

2560/2800

-300 To Swap 100 Spiritual pressure for 100 Reaitsu strength

1800/1800 Reaitsu Remaining

Current Stats - Base Value

• Strength - [235] Points - 58 Sealed - 705 Unsealed
• Speed - [235] Points - 157 sealed - 235 Unsealed
• Spiritual Pressure - [180] Points - 135 Sealed - 540 Unsealed
• Reiatsu Strength - [250] Points - 187 Sealed - 250 Unsealed
• Dark Aura - [50] Points
  
• Light Aura - [50] Points
• Instinct - [150] Points - 100 Sealed - 150 Unsealed
• Senses - [150] Points - 100 Sealed - 150 Unsealed
• Energy sensory - [0] Points
• Healing Expertise - [0] Points

Speed Values for Quick lookup - Base - Shunpo

True Body - 235 - 1410
First Shadow - 223 - 1338
Second Shadow - 211 - 1266
Third Shadow - 199 - 1194
Fourth Shadow - 188 - 1128
Fifth Shadow - 176 - 1056

[Miranda Frost]

This was too unbelievably surreal. Miranda could only watch as the Vice-Captain shifted into something inhuman, something that had subverted her expectation. Her eyes watched as that sword burn away in a plume of godly fire. She moved her blade out in front of her. Whatever she did feel of him exponentially increased. Whatever minuscule chance she had of winning was quickly being ebbed away. Once the glorious ash fused and transformed the flesh and spirit of her superior, she instinctively took a step back. “W-what? No way, man.” , she murmured, her hand shaking at the mere sight of him.

Dragon-sama, Eh? Frost could understand why he mentioned himself as such. Here he stood before her with golden scales as radiant as the sun. As his arms moved to pose themselves, they shimmered in his resplendent aura. Again he spoke words of wisdom that seemingly answered the doubts brewing in her mind. She knew the answer already, but it was easier said than done. Up to this point, she had never fought one that her blade would not so much as touch yet here she was, struggling just to stay on her feet.

He’d advance, and there was nothing she could do. To her, it was as if staring down the sun itself as it moved into orbit around Miranda. A clawed palm reached out and struck against her shoulder, tearing the fabric of her uniform. The combination of moves would execute in a flash as strike after strike pounded against her body. The flurry of gold and shadow as too much for Miranda Frost. She would attempt to strike back, but each attack thrown at her stunned her out of her attack. To end it all his mighty fist would plant itself into her stomach.

The snapping of bone could be heard as ribs were crushed by Dragon-sama’s mighty fist. The impact drove up her body knocking the wind out of her. Whatever opportunity she could have taken to defend herself or get away was taken away from her at that moment. As she was launched into the air, she reflected on the battle she had fought. No, it wasn’t a fight. It was a slaughter. The dull pain ebbed into every inch of her form, hammering the nail of her failure into her heart. Two years of training and work and nothing to show for it.

How could Frost protect anything when she couldn’t connect her blade with just one man? Doubt and worry flowed back in through her body, taking hold in her as it did before the fight. Her focus was broken. She had failed her new Captain. Her eyes drifted closed, and her body began its descent back to the ground below. That moment seemed to last forever, this falling of hers. This failure would cost her everything. In the end, she would become nothing more than the weaklings that refused training here. Her body would go numb and the air stilled with silence.

“You believe yourself without a future, yet here you are carrying us. Battered and beaten, you resigned yourself to defeat, yet you refuse to let us go.”, A whisper in her mind drifted. Time seemed to slow, and for that moment it was only Frost and this voice. Like smoke, its essence drifted around her and embraced her. “You believe so much that something like this will end you. This test, this position, it is all trivial under the watchful gaze of time. As I am now, I am called Yugure. As the sun of this examination dips below the horizon, you shall learn of my other.” Time would begin to speed up again, and the cold feeling of that spirit would recede from her chest.

“Yu-gu-re,” she wheezed, he pained chest taking in the breath she had lost moments prior. Her Vice-Captain had caught her before she could collide with the cold stone. The pain had begun to set in now. Her broken ribs and burning bruises left her in a state in which she could barely move. It was as she had thought. The battle was over. Or was it. Her eyes creaked open, and her body trembled. Dragon-sama wouldn’t be holding her like this if the contest was to continue. This was what Yugure spoke of, this twilight of hers. Her agonized grimace would curl into a subtle smile. 

Her hand moved up to rest upon Dragon-sama’s smooth scales. The act may seem to find purpose in helping Dragon-sama stabilize herself, but she needed a particular spot to ground herself. She’d take a deep, full breath and flare her reiatsu, her form shimmering away from the Vice-Captain’s grip. New energy had found its place in Frost’s chest. She was not done with the fight, not yet. Her right hand tightened the grip of her blade while the other grasped at her scabbard. “Darken, Towairaito!”, She cried, pulling the dusty sheath free from its constraints. The effects began almost immediately.


Much like Dragon sama’s behemoth of a blade, flames of spiritual energy engulfed her sword and scabbard. A thick blackness would take hold of her blade, immersing it in an uncontrollable power. Likewise, a pale flame would catch upon her scabbard and quickly travel to claim the hand that gripped it. Both pale and dark sparks would coalesce to form a pair of gloves that covered her previously bare hands. Its activation drained Frost but even then she wouldn’t give in. She had just broken a barrier! Why would she stop now? Frost would step towards her adversary. Her dark glove open and outstretched towards Dragon- Sama.

Her Feet froze. She attempted to channel her reiatsu through the gloves themselves. A crystalline structure began to form within her grasp. The structure would fail and crumble, leaving its dust to drift away in the breeze. Miranda’s smile faded, and an immense pain racked her body. What was going on? Why wasn’t this power working? She could feel its overwhelming essence fill her upon activation, but now she just felt cold and numb. Her hands moved to brace herself in this new coldness gripping her. Her reiatsu began to thicken around her form, evidenced by patches of ice-like crystals that grew over her body. She looked to Arantima with worry and absolute terror.

“D-Dragon-sama?”

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{Spoiler}{notes}
100/700 reiatsu remaining.
-Shunpo
-Shikai activation attempt?

Note: Frosty has attempted to activate shikai way earlier than she should. As a result, she is suffering badly from injury. Unable to contain the power the power aims to kill her.

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima Watches as her Form Moves out of his grasp, blinking silently as she is still able to move after the assault he gave her. The Utter beating he delivered to her was immense even though he was holding back, truly holding back as much as he could while still imbuing her with the lesson she needed to learn deep down in her soul. It seems he knocked something a bit deeper inside of her loose and he watched with awe, horror, and a smirk as she called out the name of her Zanpakuto. The name of a Zanpakuto was one thing to learn but something else was happening to her, something she was not ready for yet Her zanpakuto was ready it seemed though and that was bad.. She was Icarus flying too close to the sun..

Arantima Looked To Hotaru before Sweeping a hand out to Stall all Motion in the courtyard before his Voice boomed out over the Courtyard "Hear this, Witness Miranda Frost and her limitless determination! She sees a monster before her, is torn apart and still her soul cries out for her chance to prove herself.. If none of you can muster even half of this heart I want nothing to do with you!" After he says this He looks at Miranda and watches as he Zanpakuto Flares and Turns into a Pulsing form of her shikai rippling with power that she nor it can contain. He Looks on as ice crystals begin to form around her an on the ground around her and then she speaks Asking.. Something, she says his name as a Question and he knows all at once what is happening but not how to stop it.. But Tenryu Would...

Arantima looks over to Hotaru and Roars out "Hotaru-Taichou!! I Have to Bring Tenryu out.. See to it that he Goes back into his blade when he has Helped Our dear Miranda?" He Smirks to Hotaru and Claps his hands together as if to pray, and when he does the Golden Ash Springs away from his body rendering him his Normal shinigami form once more. The Golden Aura of Energy Suddenly ripples out from his body once more and Cascades Everything around him for 120 feet in a shimmering golden glitter for a moment before Arantima Starts to Cackle Relentlessly "Ahh The True Dragon is summoned ..  Ahh and i see why now, Little Soul reaper has Tried prying her souls power out before she can contain it! Good of you Sleeping Dragon to bring me out, but you will ill like what must be done!" Tenryu Looks over to Hotaru and sighs

"Oh Shit You are here... Well I guess that means I don't get to go Play after I am finished here does it?! Well I promise to play nice this Time Fire Lord.. Weider of Twin Dragons.. " He is Truly Respectful when he speaks to Hotaru, Either a Healthy respect for her power or fear for what might happen if he doesn't obey, who is to say. Tenryu Then Stomps the ground once, One Single stiff heel strike downwards and Creates a perfect Circle of Broken ground around himself for several feet and a sound that is Cacophonous to anyone nearby. Tenryu then Takes in a shuddering breath before exhaling it with enough force to cause more than a slight gust in Miranda's Direction as he brings his arms out and then thrusts his palms out to the left and right, sending Shockwaves out to either side with Catastrophic force.

"When the Dragons Rage in heaven, They Escape and Rend the mortal world asunder" He says this Calmly as his hands come back in towards his body to curl in as if a focus near the center of his chest and he opens his mouth again as he releases a Roar.. The Roar of a True Dragon Screams out from his mouth and rumbles the air before a Golden Spectral Dragon Launches out of Tenryu's Form. The Dragon being 6 foot in Diameter Continues to Funnel out of Tenryu as the Roar just continues to peel out through the air, this continues until the Dragon Just barely Reaches Miranda and Tenryu Takes his hands and twists them up and towards the sky So that the dragon Curves and Grazes Mirandas exposed Shoulder. It Enters her Being and Begins To crush her spiritually but only Just skin deep.

"Alright Sleeping one.. You may speak.. But only because it is what I want to say as well.. We Are finally Resonating.." Tenryu speaks aloud as if to himself but at the same time unable to simply do so in his mind at the moment. "Miranda! If you can Still Stand and fight when I've used my Soulbind to end the fight! If your spirit is Strong enough to Stand and fight! Know you are not weak! Know this pain is not weakness! It is strength growing along your body! I Will Crush This Uncontained power for you! I Will teach you the meaning of the word Power! NEVER FORGET! ALWAYS STRIVE FOR MORE! GO BEYOND!" He Stares At her in the eyes The Entire time the dragon runs through her. It does not take long as the Dragon travels at Speeds Even Hotaru would have to go full out to match. The Scale Pattern of the Dragon begins to burn itself into Miranda's Skin and He Struggles to keep himself Composed, Tenryu however takes back over full control and Roars once more as he Sends the dragon Spiralling upward into the sky before the technique shatters.

Tenryu Stands, Hair flowing in the breeze created by the low pressure he now exerts, The gravitational pressure all focused inward so as to not stifle anyone around him and yet also just to look sexy as fuck.  He Stares at Miranda, knowing that he has crushed the outflux of power within her and more than likely made her pass out. He Stares over then to Hotaru and Makes a Grimacing face, he had just wasted a lot of energy on that.. And Then he looks down at his own body and Growls softly "Oh Sleeping one.. You Moved our Siritual pressure to Breathable levels for her when you were in soulbind... You are too nice.." He looks over to Hotaru before Bowing with respect and Releases Shikai himself. Arantima Stands however as Bruising begins to appear around the scar on his chest.

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

Hotaru was lounging against a wall, watching what was going on between her Vice Captain and one of her newest recruits. It seemed that Tima wanted to test her, not unlike how she had tested him when he had asked for it with both of her releases. The similarity between them, just based on their zanpaktous alone, was uncanny. She had assumed that Arantima had seen himself in her, which is why he wanted to fight her one-on-one. She knew that Tima would win, but how would Frost handle it?

Frost attacked first, with Tima avoiding her and sending out Kidou. He left his zanpaktou in the ground and when Frost went for another attack something happened. Hotaru's eyes got slightly bigger when his Zanpaktou disappeared, but it didn't feel like a release. He had said soulbind, but she had never seen one. She had only heard of them, shinigami that were completely in tune with their Zanpaktou spirits that they merge their souls together. It was said to be quite powerful.

When he gained golden scales and longer, blonde hair, she stood up straight, looking him over. So, this is what the merging between the shinigami and their Zanpaktou can look like. She touched her own Zanpaktou, feeling his warmth and wondering if he would ever be willing to do something like that. Though, that would be a conversation for another day. He stood there with shadows behind him, the power of his soulbind. He did some weird arm movements and then attacked.

He struck quickly, hitting her numerous times, even launching her into the air, before he grabbed her and landed with her in her arms. This seemed a little much, but he was obviously training her hard to teach her a lesson, like she had with him. But, something was going on with her. She pushed him away, barely standing and calling out her Zanpaktou's name. She watched as her Shikai was trying to form but there was too much power. She hadn't seen anyone release too early, but she hoped that nothing bad happened.

She immediately stood up straight and started to run towards them before Tima stopped her. He was releasing his Zanpaktou spirit and she had to make sure he would go back? She nodded quickly, not sure how she was going to do that. So, she did the only thing she could think of, flicking the guard of her blade slightly with her right hand, to show her blade, with a slight steam coming off of it.

Once the spirit was released, she would slightly flex her reiatsu, not to the point that she was forcing people down on the ground, but enough to know she was there. She never took her eyes off the spirit, even as he turned towards her. After he spoke, she nodded and spoke quickly. "Behave, or I will punish you." She would draw a little bit more of her blade out, letting it steam more before staring him down. The title he gave her, however, was actually pretty nice.

The spirit started to attack Frost, but it was something....different. She walked slightly closer, so she could keep a better eye on him while he worked. It seemed like he was attacking her, but not attacking her? It had to be something to do with all the extra power that she was exuding. It seemed that once he was done, all the crazy, extra power was done. Tima then spoke to the squad, but she kept her focus on the spirit. This was the second spirit she had seen, the first dragon spirit she had seen. She didn't know how he would react, so this was her priority.

He spoke to Tima before he turned to her, bowing deeply in respect, to her station or power she had no idea, then disappearing. She nodded back towards the spirit before it had disappeared, letting her sword fall back into its sheathe and letting her spiritual pressure dissolve, hopefully making everyone feel a bit more comfortable. She would walk up to Tima, putting her hand on his shoulder before addressing the crowd. "Well! That fight was rather exciting! Head Arantima-fukataichou's words well! Train and stay strong! Not just for yourselves, but for your division that you fight for and the Seireitei you protect through this division! Now, I would suggest that the ones wanting to train pair off again to fight, while myself and Arantima-fukataichou will help out Frost-san."

She would walk towards Miranda, assuming Tima was behind her, looking her over. "She doesn't seem too worse for wear, but you definitely gave her somewhat of a beating. It reminds me of something that we did a while ago, doesn't it? But, that soulbind technique is rather impressive! I have only heard of that technique, never seen it in person. I would love to test my power against your new technique if you're ever up for it!" She would wink after that, turning her attention back towards Miranda. She would either help the woman up or help carry her to where she needed to go.