Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 1:04:08 GMT -5
(OOC: This is a training thread between Kazuko Shiba, Vice-Captain of Squad Nine, and Himitsu Misute, Fourth Seat of Squad Ten. The thread takes place within Squad Nine, and may branch out as is required.)
Even as the sun, an orange mass of inferno peeking over the horizon rose to greet the tile and mortar rooftops of the Seireitei, the day was already well underway for some. Across smooth and wooden floor boards and against fragile paper walls, the sounds of cadences and grunts traveled wide, adding to the chorus that was the morning. Like waves against a shoreline, they started through the air in intervals, only being broken by the intakes of air or the flexing of an arm by the men who called them. The Barracks of Squad Nine was awake and alive with the motions and flow of another training exercise. What had once been nothing more than a pile of rubble and broken hopes was now a bustling achievement of teamwork and endearment. The Squad was thriving once again, and everyone felt the renewal of hope from such a feat. Many hours had been slaved rebuilding and reorganizing all that had been lost during the Vandenreich invasion, and no effort had been spared in the maintenance of its reconstruction. Thus, in celebration of the newly rebuilt Barracks, the squad had re-instituted what had been forsaken in place of hard labor: mandatory training exercises.
Inside the massive enclosure of wood, there were dozens of men and women swinging away in order, at one another or at obstacles placed in their ways. Sweat beat off their skin in droves, and most were winded after a few minutes, having to take breaks before continuing again. Likewise, others swung wooden blades in cadence, as officers sought to institute a brand of order in their files of Shinigami. They were organized and operated as one, cohesive unit of military might. Some, however, did not practice their sword work at all, and were busy themselves chanting away with their knowledge of spells and what not toward hay and wood targets. The atmosphere of the whole scene was that of relief and excitement; many had gone long periods of time without the feel of a weapon in their hands as reconstruction had been on minds and backs of most of the Shinigami there. None more so than the smallest of the group of Shinigami; someone who was himself not partaking in the early morning training exercises but was instead overseeing the whole ordeal with a vigilant eye. While members from other squads, such as Eleven or Three, joked to themselves as to why someone so small, a child actually, was even there in the first place, others who had been their longer, or long enough, soon brought any such joking to an end. Eventually, most realized that the youth there was not amiable as all the rest there, especially with his temperament for order.
The boy – no, not a boy anymore, but a young adult, a teenager – stood at the center of the massive room, glancing from side-to-side, every so often, to make sure that everything was in order. Like everyone else, he wore the customary black robe that all Shinigami wore, with a white sash tying down his midsection. Across his hip, two jugs were strapped firmly and secure at his side, just behind his left arm, swaying with the sounds of unseen liquids. Strapped to his back, there was a zanpakuto with a gray sheath and pommel peeking out from his lower and upper back. In the fashion it was worn, it seemed that the blade was held there not out of luxury but of necessity, due to his young height. The youth’s skin was tan, and his hair and eyes were an oak brown. Nonetheless, despite his young age and size (4’ 7”), the one thing that set him apart from all the others was dull wooden badge strapped to his left arm with the emblem of Squad Nine on it. Apparently, the youth, not even an adult by Soul Society Standards, was the Vice-Captain and Second-In-Command of the entire squad. It was no wonder that those who were new recruits or just stopping by to get some early morning training in thought the teen to be strange, if not a bit comical, what with all his seriousness.
Nonetheless, most, after working under the leadership of the youth for a few years, had already grown accustomed to his age and his power, so they made sure to keep any of the others in line in case rumors spread. Every now and then, when a misplaced strike or failed spell resulted in the frayed angers of men in the room, the youth would never actually intercede in their affairs personally. Instead, in a show of authority, he would only raise his spiritual pressure across the room, gently though, and send ripples of air cascading throughout the area. It was both a display of power and a warning to those who sought trouble that the boy, despite his age, would not tolerate any ill-conduct in a place that had already seen its share of violence. With his Captain away or busy most of the time with his shops in the Rokongai, or just asleep, it was thus the responsibility of the Vice-Captain to maintain order and duties where needed. He would fill in for his Captain in Captain’s Meetings, organize missions, interpret entire catalogs of data, manage funds, and see to anything else that needed some form of approval or his presence. At first, the sheer workload of these tasks had pressed down on his shoulders heavily, but through a few means, he had been able to cope thus far with all the stress.
Nonetheless, for the most part, the Vice-Captain, Kazuko, kept his expression amiable and friendly to those around him. Despite his sometimes-serious outbursts or his strictness, he was all the while supportive of those charged under his command. Any, for example, could ask him for advice, or, if they wanted, personal lessons from the young man himself. The teen had suffered through two invasions, one from the Vandenreich, and one from the Arrancar, and he knew the horrors of war and battle. Upon entering the squad as its Second-In-Command, he had had to grow in strength, exponentially, in order to bring himself up to the caliber that his men needed him to be. The journey had been long, yes, and although it had not yet finished, he had thus learned a great many things, despite his youth. Thus, he was always willing to take on new charges where and when they presented themselves, as long as they were within reason. With his mind lost in the coming events of the day, the youth said to himself in a whisper, "Things have really come along... everyone is finally getting the help they want and need..." He was busy analyzing the room itself and its inhabitants with his sensory, so if anyone walked to him, he would seem a bit distracted. It was still morning, so Kazuko's mind, despite how keen, tended to wonder through many things all at once.
Even as the sun, an orange mass of inferno peeking over the horizon rose to greet the tile and mortar rooftops of the Seireitei, the day was already well underway for some. Across smooth and wooden floor boards and against fragile paper walls, the sounds of cadences and grunts traveled wide, adding to the chorus that was the morning. Like waves against a shoreline, they started through the air in intervals, only being broken by the intakes of air or the flexing of an arm by the men who called them. The Barracks of Squad Nine was awake and alive with the motions and flow of another training exercise. What had once been nothing more than a pile of rubble and broken hopes was now a bustling achievement of teamwork and endearment. The Squad was thriving once again, and everyone felt the renewal of hope from such a feat. Many hours had been slaved rebuilding and reorganizing all that had been lost during the Vandenreich invasion, and no effort had been spared in the maintenance of its reconstruction. Thus, in celebration of the newly rebuilt Barracks, the squad had re-instituted what had been forsaken in place of hard labor: mandatory training exercises.
Inside the massive enclosure of wood, there were dozens of men and women swinging away in order, at one another or at obstacles placed in their ways. Sweat beat off their skin in droves, and most were winded after a few minutes, having to take breaks before continuing again. Likewise, others swung wooden blades in cadence, as officers sought to institute a brand of order in their files of Shinigami. They were organized and operated as one, cohesive unit of military might. Some, however, did not practice their sword work at all, and were busy themselves chanting away with their knowledge of spells and what not toward hay and wood targets. The atmosphere of the whole scene was that of relief and excitement; many had gone long periods of time without the feel of a weapon in their hands as reconstruction had been on minds and backs of most of the Shinigami there. None more so than the smallest of the group of Shinigami; someone who was himself not partaking in the early morning training exercises but was instead overseeing the whole ordeal with a vigilant eye. While members from other squads, such as Eleven or Three, joked to themselves as to why someone so small, a child actually, was even there in the first place, others who had been their longer, or long enough, soon brought any such joking to an end. Eventually, most realized that the youth there was not amiable as all the rest there, especially with his temperament for order.
The boy – no, not a boy anymore, but a young adult, a teenager – stood at the center of the massive room, glancing from side-to-side, every so often, to make sure that everything was in order. Like everyone else, he wore the customary black robe that all Shinigami wore, with a white sash tying down his midsection. Across his hip, two jugs were strapped firmly and secure at his side, just behind his left arm, swaying with the sounds of unseen liquids. Strapped to his back, there was a zanpakuto with a gray sheath and pommel peeking out from his lower and upper back. In the fashion it was worn, it seemed that the blade was held there not out of luxury but of necessity, due to his young height. The youth’s skin was tan, and his hair and eyes were an oak brown. Nonetheless, despite his young age and size (4’ 7”), the one thing that set him apart from all the others was dull wooden badge strapped to his left arm with the emblem of Squad Nine on it. Apparently, the youth, not even an adult by Soul Society Standards, was the Vice-Captain and Second-In-Command of the entire squad. It was no wonder that those who were new recruits or just stopping by to get some early morning training in thought the teen to be strange, if not a bit comical, what with all his seriousness.
Nonetheless, most, after working under the leadership of the youth for a few years, had already grown accustomed to his age and his power, so they made sure to keep any of the others in line in case rumors spread. Every now and then, when a misplaced strike or failed spell resulted in the frayed angers of men in the room, the youth would never actually intercede in their affairs personally. Instead, in a show of authority, he would only raise his spiritual pressure across the room, gently though, and send ripples of air cascading throughout the area. It was both a display of power and a warning to those who sought trouble that the boy, despite his age, would not tolerate any ill-conduct in a place that had already seen its share of violence. With his Captain away or busy most of the time with his shops in the Rokongai, or just asleep, it was thus the responsibility of the Vice-Captain to maintain order and duties where needed. He would fill in for his Captain in Captain’s Meetings, organize missions, interpret entire catalogs of data, manage funds, and see to anything else that needed some form of approval or his presence. At first, the sheer workload of these tasks had pressed down on his shoulders heavily, but through a few means, he had been able to cope thus far with all the stress.
Nonetheless, for the most part, the Vice-Captain, Kazuko, kept his expression amiable and friendly to those around him. Despite his sometimes-serious outbursts or his strictness, he was all the while supportive of those charged under his command. Any, for example, could ask him for advice, or, if they wanted, personal lessons from the young man himself. The teen had suffered through two invasions, one from the Vandenreich, and one from the Arrancar, and he knew the horrors of war and battle. Upon entering the squad as its Second-In-Command, he had had to grow in strength, exponentially, in order to bring himself up to the caliber that his men needed him to be. The journey had been long, yes, and although it had not yet finished, he had thus learned a great many things, despite his youth. Thus, he was always willing to take on new charges where and when they presented themselves, as long as they were within reason. With his mind lost in the coming events of the day, the youth said to himself in a whisper, "Things have really come along... everyone is finally getting the help they want and need..." He was busy analyzing the room itself and its inhabitants with his sensory, so if anyone walked to him, he would seem a bit distracted. It was still morning, so Kazuko's mind, despite how keen, tended to wonder through many things all at once.
{Stats/Abilities}
Kazuko Shiba: Level 2, Spiritual Genius
Strength – [100] (50)
Speed – [400]
Spiritual Pressure – [200] (400)
Reiatsu Strength – [400] (800)
Light Aura – [75]
Dark Aura – [25]
Instinct – [150]
Senses – [100]
Energy Sensory – [50] (150)
Healing Expertise – [0]
Total SP: 1400
Abilities
Weapons: Sword {3}
Hakuda {3}
Battle Analysis {3}
Mental Incantation {3}
Calm Mind {2}
Pain Tolerance {1}
Learning {1}
Total SKP: 16
Kazuko Shiba: Level 2, Spiritual Genius
Strength – [100] (50)
Speed – [400]
Spiritual Pressure – [200] (400)
Reiatsu Strength – [400] (800)
Light Aura – [75]
Dark Aura – [25]
Instinct – [150]
Senses – [100]
Energy Sensory – [50] (150)
Healing Expertise – [0]
Total SP: 1400
Abilities
Weapons: Sword {3}
Hakuda {3}
Battle Analysis {3}
Mental Incantation {3}
Calm Mind {2}
Pain Tolerance {1}
Learning {1}
Total SKP: 16
