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

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

This was quite the turn of events although a welcome one that in truth Asmoskon had been hoping to bring about by coming to Soul Society at least at some point. He hadn't planned on it happening right away after returning from the honeymoon yet it wasn't like this was a problem. No he was going to help Hotaru and her subordinates against the Vandenreich by showing them just what a Quincy could do. As she prepared Asmoskon did the same. Removing the thick black coat of his suit as he made his way to the wall beside the entrance. Asmoskon removed his socks as well preferring much like his wife to battle bare foot whenever possible. This was definitely going to be a refreshing something that Asmoskon couldn't help, but feel excitement over.

Getting into position standing off against his wife. He could tell much like her that while most of the subordinates inside the training hall were hard at work some of them were watching. While Hotaru was happy with her subordinates doing their own training he couldn't help, but feel the information that they could all gather watching the spar between the both of them would outweigh what any of them could accomplish in a few minutes. It wasn't his place to be a teacher of shinigami or his wife though she had her own way of doing things and he would respect them.

Now in position as Hotaru released her shikai the familiar zanpakuto cladding her arm in the tail of its dragon like appearance. The curved blade and wrist cannon were a damning combination that Asmoskon had seen take down dozens of goes not to mention had difficulty facing off against himself. The image of her zanpakuto in scattered pieces flashed through his mind. Damn. Why had everything happened the way it did. Regret didn't come close to what he felt for jumping to conclusions and he still wasn't quite sure that her zanpakuto had forgiven him for breaking him so thoroughly when Hotaru had finally caught up to him. Such a subject wasn't one he wished to bring up. This was a light spar so breaking him wasn't going to be a target even if in actual battle it was a strategy that Asmoskon had used to eliminate countless enemies with a release.

He didn't want to get into anything else right now which was why when the meant of Nola being the shinigami that possessed the ability to replace others inside the memory of those effected by her zanpakuto. A troublesome ability to be sure, but the fact it had been used in a way that stepped on his marriage made Asmoskon quite irritated. Such an action was one of the ultimate acts of disrespect and why Hotaru a former samurai hadn't punished her severely for what she had done was beyond him. This was neither the time not the place to deal with it and the fact that Hotaru welcomed her openly meant that it more than likely had already been resolved. The past should stay in the past at least this time it seemed.

Hotaru was willing to give Asmoskon the first move in this exchange something that was quite a surprise considering she was the blitzer out of them both. It didn't matter though as this was a friendly session. "Alright then my love just remember this is a light session." Asmokson grinned as he raised his left and right hands together in unison. It was time to show the shinigami that there was nothing they shouldn't expect. Forming at the same time in his left was his pitch black longbow with the heavy guard in the center of the now while in his right hand he held a short bow of the same shade. He knew it was unorthodox yet that was one of the major reasons this style was so effective it had brought one of the Stern Ritters down so mocking the appearance or idea of duel wielding as a Quincy was simply another path of ignorance.

As he was given the first move Asmoskon didn't wait pulling his left arm back while moving his face toward just as he lowered himself into a crouch. The black bowstring pulled back by his white teeth. It was so faint yet the crimson coloration of his reiatsu still lingered in the center of his reiatsu. Immediately Asmoskon flipped to the right executing a somersault releasing a total of five arrows from his left bow. The arrows would soar towards Hotaru spreading apart from one another immediately flying in the pattern of a half circle until they'd begin to enclose once again on Hotaru's position. She would know more than anyone else that it was Asmoskon's style to inflict wounds upon the limbs first so as such there was an arrow for each limb plus her head. The moment that Hotaru would move to evade or even when she's blast his arrows with her cannon Asmoskon would fire a single arrow from his short bow at twice the speed of the norm to strike her in the left shoulder. Her cannon was the most problematic and eliminating that would make things far easier even if this was only a spar he had to make sure that all the shinigami knew that they couldn't let their guards down against a Quincy.

[Miranda Frost]

There certainly was much to watch. Miranda’s spar had resembled a flame. It burned hot and intense but ended quickly. Miranda smiled and turned her steely gaze to the one she had passed on her way to the sidelines. This Mizu initially looked sickly and frail to Miranda. Upon further observation, she had moved to train on her own, despite the focus on sparring here this morning. Though she wasn’t the only one training alone, she certainly was the most prevalent one in that area. That sickly, nervous aura seemed to melt away now that this Mizu had something to focus on.

She had chosen to work on shunpo, or rather a particularly advanced maneuver that used shunpo as its base. In a blur of motion, Mizu had decimated the training dummy, leaving holes where the Soul Sleep and Soul Chain were located. “Senka?”, she’d mutter in amusement at the accomplishment the fellow shinigami made. Miranda herself was only decent in Shunpo, and this one had learned this variation relatively quickly. She leaned back against the wall of the barrack’s she sat beside, hiding her stinging face from the sun above. “I’ve got a lot of competition if I want one of those seats”, she thought to herself, her hand dropping to the canteen at her side.

She brought the cool refreshment to her lips, softly sipping upon it as her eyes moved to the latecomer, Nola. Miranda wasn’t familiar with this one but given who all was here at this meeting, she was either a newcomer or one with high enough presence in this squad to actually give a damn. Miranda assumed the latter, but what position the near crimson-skinned woman held was unknown to the unseated member. Miranda lowered canteen and promptly capped it. There wasn’t much Miranda could discern from her appearance alone, other than she seemed to have a professional air about her similar to her own. Interesting.

And then there was the captain, immediately becoming the showcase of the training session with the mere release of her blade. Almost immediately she saw a reason why Dragon-sama was a good fit for the captain. Their zanpakuto seemed to follow a similar aesthetic. They were both dragon themed. While undoubtedly fundamentally different, she couldn’t shake off the similar feeling she got from seeing this blade. She clenched the canteen tightly in her lap. The Quincy she’d have to observe more off, as he hadn’t demonstrated any more than what she had heard of. They were archers and this man was firing arrows. Big deal.

[Miranda Frost]

(we are now on a call-in system until noted further. When you start writing your post, ping us all on discord so that way we know someone's taking that slot. There is no post order at the time being.)

[“Mizu Tsuraiko" Orina]

Mizu paused, blinking in surprise when she noticed that she had an audience. Her brows lifted slightly and she gave a sheepish smile in Miranda's direction, clearing her throat a little and waving over to thew girl. "Ah! Um, hello." She greeted the woman, tensing a little in shock when she felt the two Captain-class individuals gearing up for a fight nearby. She almost collapsed on the spot, wincing and gritting her teeth. It normally wasn't that bad, she was still weak, but she was managing. But even that slight increase in pressure caused her to hit the floor like a brick, her entire body in slight pain as even the held-back reiatsu of her Captain and the Quincy led her to lose her wind.

Well fuck. She gently waved off the others who attempted to help her up, making her way to a training dummy and sitting with her back against it, propping herself up as she took slow, deep breaths. Some of her comrades were also starting to look a bit more tired than they aught to be. But in any case, Mizu turned her attention to Miranda, smiled, and waved them over. "Hey, you were watching me when I was practicing right?" She asked softly, that smile all but radiating warmth, even despite the dark thoughts in her head, she came off as nothing but that warm, sweet, well-natured girl.

"My name is Mizu. I don't think we've met before? Er...I hope. My memory has been a little foggy lately." She noted sheepishly to the woman, as it was indeed possible that Miranda had met "Mizu" before. But that was it's own little shindig. She cast her glance back to Hotaru and the woman's husband, wincing a little as she felt her bones continue to ache. Even inside of her lure ,her true body was feeling sore. "I think maybe heading here was a bit of a mistake. This is a bit more intense than I was expecting." She sighed, shaking her head a little as she rubbed her face, wiping sweat from it. "I'm a little shocked that you're taking this pressure so well."

[Miranda Frost]

Miranda’s eyes perked up and focused on the other newcomer to the division, Mizu. She must have chosen that point in her training to take a break, and for good reason. She had learned and became proficient in a technique she had thought to be advanced. No doubt she had put more of herself into that technique than intended but, for better or for worse, it produced great results. Miranda smiled and nodded over to the woman as she approached. Unfortunately for her, even the held back weight of the captain’s power was enough to knock her down.

Concerned as she was, Miranda didn’t dare move. Her nerves were still likely shot and if the pressure from the Quincy and the Captain was enough to bring Mizu to her knees, then it would likely do the same to Miranda. Mizu’s cheerful aura and satisfying appearance had drawn in the crowd that watched her in her learning of Senka. Miranda’s smile faded. She was not one for crowds. Impressively, the girl relied on her own strength to recover, if only to prop herself up in a similar manner that Miranda did. Miranda silently praised the girl’s self-reliance.

“Hey, you were watching me when I was practicing, right?”

“I was.”, she’d respond with a curious tone in her voice. Miranda didn’t recall Mizu looking over at her, but then again there wasn’t much of note to watch while she rested, besides the two captain-classed individuals sparring. “I can’t help but be impressed, even in your condition you were able to commit to muscle memory an advanced technique such as that relatively quickly.” , She mused, her hand falling to the sheathed blade at her side. Miranda wondered if she could perform this as well. Her performance in shunpo wasn’t too terrible. Maybe not in the amount of time that Mizu learned it, but it could possibly be done.

“My name is Miranda Frost. Well met, Mizu.”, The newcomer to squad 10 replied with a gentle nod of her hand. “There is no mistake here, Mizu. This meeting was mandatory, an orientation if you will, to gauge the capabilities of those coming into this squad.”, she turned her head towards the captain, her slight smile returning. “I think the captain just got a little carried away." She laughed and returned her gaze to the other, concerned about her pained expression. “Keep in mind that you just got out of the hospital and you’ve exerted yourself. I’m in pain, yes, but I am thankful that my nerves are too burnt out to feel the fullest extent of my damage.”

Frost smirked and tossed the girl her canteen. “Stay hydrated. It looks like things are about to get a little hot.”

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

Hotaru stood, with her released weapon, waiting for her husband to make a move. He reminded her that it was a light spar and she smiled. "I think that you need to remember that as well." She saw the look on his face when Nola came towards them before they started. Knowing him as well as she did, she was sure that he wanted her to be extremely punished for what she did, but from Hotaru's perspective, it wasn't technically Nola's fault. He wasn't there when everything went down and she believed that what was done wasn't on purpose. They still really didn't talk about it, but she knew that they really needed to talk about it sometime soon.

When he released, she expected to see his normal black longbow. When two bows formed, the longbow and now a shortbow, she raised an eyebrow. Obviously, he had been training and his power must have grown for him to have two weapons when he released now. If this wasn't from training, then he had been holding this back. It seemed that her husband had a few tricks up his sleeve. But, reminding herself, he hadn't seen her Bankai yet. So, that would definitely be interesting to see what he would do against it. She glanced around, to see what her other shinigami were doing quickly before he attacked.

Arantima was doing a good job at watching the others, but there were a lot that were now watching their fight. She assumed that most, if any of them, hadn't seen a Quincy fight before so they were interested in how he would attack with his bows. She smiled slightly, and stared her husband down. Two bows would definitely be interesting to fight against, but she figured that she would be able to handle it. The dragon mouth that was the hilt on her sword opened slightly, igniting her blade on fire, preparing to wear down his reiatsu arrows. She kept an eye on him and saw him start to shoot out arrows towards her, knowing that he would aim for her limbs first. The first thing she thought of was to just get out of the way.

So, raising her left arm forward, she immediately Shunpo'ed away. Due to her mastery over Ho Oh techniques, she was able to bend her Shunpo. She aimed her Shunpo behind her husband, so when it was activated, she was able to appear behind him. The moment she appeared, she released fire from her cannon, hopefully blasting him in the back with it. This new bow would be a challenge, but she wasn't one that would walk away from a challenge. This was a good fight to have here, to show her defense division on how a Quincy fought, how the bows appeared and how the arrows formed. She wasn't going to let her husband win, if she could help it.

[Nola Vilde]

It didn't take long for Nola to enter her...Duty Mode. Her hand came to rest on her Zanpaku'to as she turned her attention to the rest of those assembled. Not going to say hello to the Captain and her Husband? Alte asked her idly, almost lazily as she felt that shadow course through her. One of her eyes turned pitch black fr just a moment as she promptly ignored the tone in her head. As she surveyed the surroundings, she noticed that her Captain and Asmo were...facing off? Almost immediately she felt a sudden flash of memory, that hateful look in the quincy's eyes, facing down a distraught Hotaru. She closed her eyes and tensed for a moment. None of her business. No, not THAT. However it became very apparent that the Captain intended on sparring near many of the new recruits.

Turning her attention to the young shinigami, she gave them a flat, iron stare as she did notice that several of them where eyeing Asmo anxiously. She did not allow the Quincy's own brief distasteful stare to phase her. She was aware of whatever insipid notions might result in his opinions of her. However, she figured that he would either A, unaware that she had no control over that particular situation, and was simply unaware. Or B, was aware of the fact, and was simply uncaring. In which case she had no business giving a mind to his feelings in the first place. However, all the same, as she noticed that one of the recruits was drawing their blade, she moved in and placed her hand on their own wrist, pushing it back into the sheath. "It's a bit early for recruits like you being this close to a spar. It seems that our Captain has gotten a little carried away. No matter. Everyone, we are going to move a bit further away. I can see that some of you." honestly most of them. "Are having trouble enduring this kind of spiritual pressure. So we will be moving out of range, so that we can continue this training at a safe distance. That's an order from your Fifth Seat." She instructed calmly and flatly.

She saw a few looks of uncertainty, and she especially glanced at the more unfamiliar faces, Miranda and Mizu included. And in any case, she would gesture in the direction of the far side of the training area. She would make sure that everyone just about had moved in accordance with her orders. Her eyes drifted to Miranda and Mizu, giving them a look, a casual 'recommendation' to move with the others before she used shunpo and joined the rest of the group. With everyone further away and no longer being weighed down by the combined reiatsu of both Captain-level fighters, there was a noticeable relaxation even if some of them were still a bit anxious. She decided that a lesson was in order.

"So. I'm sure that many of you are likely quite new to the Sereitei. After all, it's been quite some time saince the Academy had an updated roster on current events. But as it were, I can inform you that at present, Soul society has suffered a number of attacks. From hollows, to the Vandereich, to the Espada. Now, can anyone here tell me the name of a hollow, espada, or vandereich quincy of note that has attacked the Soul Society recently?" She asked softly, taking charge for the time being and attempting to sway the focus of the recruits. At least for now. Sure they were jumpy, but so long as they had something to focus on, she felt that they would not pose any sort of hazard to the situation going on around them.

I can taste your thoughts~ Thinking of enlisting my help?
It would make things easier. Can I trust you not to do anything insane? We're not in combat.
Oh you mean like make that quincy even angrier?~ Nola, you wound me. As if I would ever do such a thing. After all, he's family.
For just a moment she twitched, emotion almost registering on her face before it was smothered back into nothingness. A memory, fake....and as real, as she could ever hope to tell, of a little glimpse, off her and Asmo smiling calmly at one another, over tea. A calm, platonic little meeting. She vaguely remembered the place...was that Taka's Bar? Whose memory was this? Luke? It seemed the most likely. Relax. As you said, we're not in any danger Her grip on her zanpaku'to tightened slightly. No, she definitely wasn't going to try that on a bunch of new people. She would give that a go when there was nobody she had to worry about being ....traumatized.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

As expected Hotaru wasn't one to stand in one spot changing the stance of her arm and then immediately executed shunpo. Asmoskon knowing that the both of them in all truth would be trying to push the other as best they could while still holding back the majority of their power. In all reality despite the fact that they were both only reveal a meager amount of their true ability as warriors most of Hotaru's subordinates were already feeling like the gravity of the area was several times stronger. If they actually gave this everything they had then her subordinates would most definitely fall into unconsciousness from the sheer strength of their souls.

He couldn't worry about that though his pride as a Quincy was always on the line especially right now when he was facing off not only against a Captain of Soul Society, but also his own wife who in all actuality Asmoskon viewed as more powerful than himself in many different aspects such as her speed which she utilized far more than he in combat. Thankfully though Asmoskon throughout his numerous battles had learned how to face off against speedsters like Hotaru. Instead of simply executing Hirenkyaku to get out from the spot that he had been in Asmoskon stepped forwards executing Movement to increase his speed for that single step as he leaned forward while his longbow would vanish.

As Hotaru would reappear to everyone that was watching this sparring session Asmoskon was finishing the roll only to place his left hand on the ground in front of him and push himself up off the ground into the air as he twisted his body around to see Hotaru and give her a sly grin. He wasn't very good at sensing reiatsu nor could he rely on his his Unparalleled Sight in this situation so he had to predict what Hotaru was going to do which wasn't all that hard as he'd fought alongside and against her for years now. As he was now in the air several feet off the ground the fire from Hotaru's cannon would rush just below him as he simply swung his short bow in front of him and fired off a single arrow towards Hotaru's chest at a speed of 1600. This was already starting to be a rather enjoyable workout between husband and wife.

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

Hotaru hoped that the spar that they were fighting, using his base power and her first release, would be enough that her subordinates wouldn't be feeling the effects. But, before she sped off, she noticed that some of the squad was feeling the effects even though they had expressly tried to hold back. It was also interesting to notice that at least one squad member that she noticed was ready to draw a blade against him. She had already told them that he was her husband and to not be harmed while he was here. It seemed that shinigami training won out when people were stressed. It seemed that Nola was taking charge with Arantima to led people back. She heard her talking before she moved, happy that she was distracting the others.

She knew now that he was holding on to some secrets that she hadn't seen yet. It seemed like they had both grown in the time that they were together, fighting for their jobs. She had learned the ultimate Shinigami techinque and thought she had a fairly good handle on it. He now dual wielded bows. What other techniques would he try against her? This was definitely going to be an interesting fight, that was for sure. When she appeared, there was a smirk on her face thinking about what might happen next. But, after she shot her fire, she realized that he wasn't there. She quickly looked up and saw that he was trying to do some kind of flip. She knew that he could try to hit him, so that's what she did.

Since fire was going under him, she stopped the fire and used her full speed to move her arm up and lobbed a glob of her liquid at him. Once the liquid left the cannon, she immediately Shunpo'ed back to her original position, landing quickly and re-aiming her cannon. She tried her best to picture where he would land and aimed there. Once she had that in her mind, she shot off another glob of her liquid. It would be much safer if her liquid hit someone than her actual fire. After that, she would keep her eyes locked on her husband. He was trying to be crafty, but she knew that she could be much craftier than he was.

[“Mizu Tsuraiko" Orina]

Mizu nodded softly as she stayed close to Miranda, swallowing a bit audibly as the two captain-level combatants began to cut loose. She turned her attention toward Miranda and offered a sheepish smile, just barely catfching the canteen, but falling over in the process. DAMMIT! She was so weak! She grunted, slowly getting up to her feet and rubbing her head for a moment, accepting the bottle of water and sipping from it, pausing as she wondered if this counted as an indirect kiss. Maybe she should bring that up. These shinigami always seemed to get so flustered over shit like that. Huh, maybe it would even help this Miranda girl get along with her.

"this tastes a little weird...did you drink from this already?" She asked, licking her lips a bit before she noticed the new arival. Nola was SHOCKED to see the woman with such unusual features! Her eyes wide as the girl closed in and explained that they would be moving. She immediately was feeling a bit better. Huh, maybe if she slipped and showed off her more...weak Lure then people wouldn't even mind? That was certainly a comfort that unusual looks weren't very rare. It was a good fallback. But in any case she did snap to attention as the Fifth seat began to issue orders. She tossed the Canteen back to Miranda and promptly used shunpo after the rest of the group to follow along with the woman. Thankfully, most of the other shinigami were just as slow as she was, even with her imperfect version of Shunpo.

Once they arrived, she was surprised to hear that they were going to go over enemies of soul Society. However she had no goddamn idea who the most noteable ones were. She looked around nervously as some of her other classmates looked equally clueless to the fact. Mizu herself turned her attention to Miranda, hoping that perhaps her friend would know about this? After all it might actually be a good idea. If she were to defeat one of these enemies, that might garner her a lot of respect and fame. Or, even better, if she could somehow ally herself with these individuals it might be even MORE beneficial. She just had to learn about them. But for now, she just continued to look around and try and learn as best she could, Miranda seemed to be very approachable, but this Nola girl seemed very business-like. She'd have to consider meeting them later.

[Miranda Frost]

Miranda frowned slightly at the question. While Miranda wasn't easily offended, she did find some slight distaste in the words themselves. Unconsciously she scraped over her clean teeth with her tongue, as if checking for validity in the blue-haired woman's words. She sighed and rested the palms of her hands upon her knees, forcing a slight smile to stretch over her face. "Well of course.", she'd reply, forcing her aching legs to stand. "After overdoing myself I do tend to find myself just a little bit parched." She chuckled lightly and dusted her uniform off.

Just as she steadied herself she’d see the remainder of the unseated begin to move off further from the two captain-class individuals. While many of her nerves had been burned to the point of numbness, she did notice the weight bearing down at her aching shoulders. The fifth seated officer arrived and “suggested” that they move further out. That was a good idea. Abnormal appearances aside, the fifth seated had a look about her that told Miranda that she wouldn’t want to cross her. She’d catch the canteen thrown back her way and clipped it back to the sash on her waist. She watched Mizu shunpo away, leaving Miranda to slowly make her way to the others.

A couple of her comrades saw her slowly hobble over, her sheathed blade used as a crutch. They attempted to help her along, but they only got a taste of her stubbornness instead. She waved them off in the least harsh manner she could, reinforcing her simple motions with a soft smile. “Your presence is enough. I can walk, just be there to catch me if I fall.”, she requested. The two nodded but maintained their close proximity. She could appreciate some space but she didn’t dare speak out against their worried nature. Their caution may very well save her life one day.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon could tell just based on how Hotaru was moving not to mention the look in her eyes that since she had been appointed to the position of Captain that she had been undergoing training far more extreme than what she had been used it prior. It was a realization that brought a smile to Asmoskon's face. He would always be confident that Hotaru would be strong enough to defend herself and if the time ever came where he would need to receive aid from an ally against the Vandenreich he knew she would be ready to help him.

He watched as Hotaru re-positioned her arm and aimed her cannon up towards him. Thrusting his empty hand out that had been holding onto his longbow Asmoskon fired an Arrow the size of his arm out at the glob of liquid. To most it would look like Asmoskon had just done so in order to keep the liquid away from him yet Hotaru would know that Asmoskon knew better than that. No the purpose was much different. That arrow had just pushed Asmoskon backwards up higher in the air where he executed Hirenkyaku just as Hotaru executed Sonido.

The power couple would both vanish to everyone in the barracks only for Hotaru to appear in her original position and Asmoskon to remain unseen. It wouldn't happen right away in fact it wouldn't occur until a few moments afterwards, but suddenly a dozen arrows would rain down towards Hotaru from above. It wouldn't matter if Hotaru destroyed or evaded the arrows as three additional curved from her right while two curved from her left leaving her with little time to do so once again. Asmoskon was curious to see if she still had the reflexes to evade this tactic while also simply enjoying the view of his gorgeous wife moving.

[Nola Vilde]

Nola was very pleased to see that all of the recruits were taking to orders well. That said, it didn't seem as if any of them were volunteering any answers. For just a moment her eyes paused on Miranda, and even more briefly on Mira as well as a blonde shinigami at the head of the group, a male that seemed to be looking around anxiously, as if he wanted to asnwer, but was going along with his classmates so as not to stand out. "It's not unreasonable to imagine that you don't. At present, the most prevalent threats to the Soul Society have been, historically the Arrancar. However as of late, the Vandereich have also been causing a number of problems." she explained.

She put her hands behind her back and surveyed the lineup. "Of course there have been some reports of abnormally strong hollow also arising. However that is not unusual. With the focus of Shinigami being diverted from earth patrols to the more....obvious foes that present a threat, hollows have been allowed to eat much more freely and even rapidly evolve. Under the right conditions, a hollow can be just as much a threat as a Quincy or an Arrancar if you are unprepared. That is why I would urge each of you to consider partaking in patrols of the world of the living. Not only to ensure that we have an up-to-date understanding of the situation in the world of the living, but also to cull any potentially problematic hollows." She then gestured over her shoulder at Asmo.

"although Mr.Masurao is not a Vandereich member, for all intents and purposes, his abilities are similarly structured. Quincy have developed and evolved in such a way that they are indeed very different from even Quincy that one might have found a decade ago. I can tell from your eyes that many of you may yet still consider our Captain's husband to be a threat. But I assure you that he is not, and that he is indeed, a resource. You should revel in the chance to see a Quincy of his caliber in combat without having to fear your lives." She noted and looked over her shoulder to the pair. She found herself capable at least of watching the fight, and keeping track of the back and forth.

Glancing back to the recruits, she smiled. "Those interested. Feel free to watch the Captain's spar if you so desire and can keep up with it." She could already tell that at least one or two of them were focusing on the captain, and another actually seemed to be looking elsewhere. She didn't bother trying to trace their gaze. "As for the rest of you...." She lightly curled a finger, a thin strand of reishi slipping into existence, a shimmer of silver before a line was ripped across the ground a good 10 meters in the direction of the spar. "You can begin training as you see fit. If you wish for any assistance, I will gladly give it. However, Do not move past that line. We don't want anyne passing out from strain of spiritual pressure."

[Zeich Yajuu]

Shame this thread seems to have died, it looked like it was going well. Anywho, let's get this graded. For those of you who did not list a goal for training, you will be awarded CTP.

Miranda, Hotaru, and Arantima: 1140 CTP
Asmoskon: 650 CTP*
Mizu: 305 SP + 40 TTP towards Senka*
Nola: 0 CTP**

*These two participants joined on page two, so TP awarded is reduced to accommodate their late arrival.
**Nola didn't actually do any training, really just talking, so no TP can be awarded.