Post by Tsukuyomi Kawada on Jul 18, 2021 16:53:47 GMT -5
How long was this really going to take? Could he afford to be using what little free time he actually possessed to do something so irresponsible? Tsukuyomi had these questions flowing throughout his mind as he walked through the second district of the Rukongai. This wealthy section of Soul Society’s civilians was one that he had at one point come to frequently in order to get away from the other Shinigami. That was back when no one really cared who he was though and his name carried no weight. Now that couldn’t be further from the truth. Barely having any time to himself between the watchful eyes of his grandfather and his duties as the Vice Captain of the Eleventh.
He’d been wanting to do this for a few weeks now though and this was the only time for a while that he thought he might be able to do it. He’d been out for a few hours now, but hadn’t heard of anything essential happening anywhere else in Soul Society so for the moment it seemed he still wasn’t needed. The young Shinigami felt the stress build up throughout his body chasing him quite a bit of pain. Running the Eleventh wasn’t something that he had been expecting when he had gone for the exposition of the Vice Captain, but it had been this way almost from the beginning. Despite not being the rank of Captain he possessed all the responsibilities at the moment and it was draining for someone with his lack of experience.
He’d been a Shinigami for a few years now, grown up in the heat of battle during this endless war, but a few years was nothing on some of the Shinigami that had centuries worth of knowledge. He was still a green horn whether he’d admit it to someone else or not. Constantly practicing and pushing himself to survive was paying off, but could he really claim he was worthy of his position or that he’d survive the next time someone chose to attack. Last time he’d barely been able to hold off a convict from Hell for more than a minute. His performance a pitiful disgrace to the Eleventh and the Kawada, at least those were the words of his grandfather. Tsukuyomi was just happy to survive another day.
The stress of all the different things around him though he could tell was starting to get to be too much. He needed to take his mind off things at least for a little bit which is why he’d come out here, in search of something distracting. He wasn’t one to go to a bar and drink, but something like a restaurant or antique shop would be interesting enough to check out. Tsukuyomi had pondered going to the human world, but with all the influx of new recruits he didn’t want to go far away from their development. They’d help shoulder the stress once they learned how to be true Shinigami, he just had to help guide them there.
He’d been wanting to do this for a few weeks now though and this was the only time for a while that he thought he might be able to do it. He’d been out for a few hours now, but hadn’t heard of anything essential happening anywhere else in Soul Society so for the moment it seemed he still wasn’t needed. The young Shinigami felt the stress build up throughout his body chasing him quite a bit of pain. Running the Eleventh wasn’t something that he had been expecting when he had gone for the exposition of the Vice Captain, but it had been this way almost from the beginning. Despite not being the rank of Captain he possessed all the responsibilities at the moment and it was draining for someone with his lack of experience.
He’d been a Shinigami for a few years now, grown up in the heat of battle during this endless war, but a few years was nothing on some of the Shinigami that had centuries worth of knowledge. He was still a green horn whether he’d admit it to someone else or not. Constantly practicing and pushing himself to survive was paying off, but could he really claim he was worthy of his position or that he’d survive the next time someone chose to attack. Last time he’d barely been able to hold off a convict from Hell for more than a minute. His performance a pitiful disgrace to the Eleventh and the Kawada, at least those were the words of his grandfather. Tsukuyomi was just happy to survive another day.
The stress of all the different things around him though he could tell was starting to get to be too much. He needed to take his mind off things at least for a little bit which is why he’d come out here, in search of something distracting. He wasn’t one to go to a bar and drink, but something like a restaurant or antique shop would be interesting enough to check out. Tsukuyomi had pondered going to the human world, but with all the influx of new recruits he didn’t want to go far away from their development. They’d help shoulder the stress once they learned how to be true Shinigami, he just had to help guide them there.