HADO NUMBER- Whaaa~? (Training Thread, R, Shokan/Natsumi)

[Natsumi Yoshimora]

Natsumi stretched her body... She was just waking up from her sleepy time in her cot. She would slowly rise up from her bed, feeling somewhat good about herself today. She woke up feeling rather.... Interesting... She had been practicing her kido training lately and it turned out to be the best at it. She can actually say just the Kido's name without saying the long verse with it. She needed to test herself before leaving today... There was only thing she she had to do before leaving her barracks and it was to perform a Hado stretching moment she made herself! Time to flex them guns!

She would slowly put her hand up, closing her eyes very slowly. With that she concentrated into her hand, fueling it with a spiritual power. She felt the power slowly coming together, static and electricity would from around her arm. It felt rather ticklish at first but the pain would slowly kick in. Her eyes widen, quickly slamming her hand down, making the Hado instantly halt itself. It was gone quickly before it could go on any further. She knew that further stretching could actually manage to hurt herself in the process of stretching.

She would sigh to herself, feeling the tingling in her hand mainly. Hado is a very dangerous Kido technique style to play with. One simple mistake could risk her body even her entire life. She would grab her zanpakuto slowly when that voice came back in her head once more, "You have... Improved... Ever since your fight with that cunt, you've certainly proven yourself more valuable to me than before," and that's when that voice faded away. She sighed, bringing the zanpakuto to her side, "I wish I knew your name... You could honestly be awesome if you just showed me your power," and that's when she would walk outside.

It was so bright! Her purple eyes had to adjust to the sun today. She's not used to the sun being this bright at all! She quickly rubbed her eyes, "Man... This sun is bright today!" and that's when her eyes finally adjusted. Great now it's time to go! She would quickly jog off to her Squad's cafe to grab something to eat. While she was jogging, she was thinking about that day she fought the Mod soul. It bothered her so much recently, just thinking that something like that couldn't be hit or anything. She was certainly fast but Natsumi wouldn't let it bother her too much. She won't let that 'thing' ever beat her down again. Once she finds out more about her zanpakuto, she'll kick ass!

It was when she arrived to the cafe to find it completely empty! She approached inside, finding no one manning the food station. What did she miss her food chance here? She sighed and slowly left the building. She quickly ran out of options here. No food in her tummy equals no fun! She frowned, "Dang it! I'm hungry! Curse you breakfast!" and that's when she shrugged this off. She knew lunch would be around anyways so she simply left. She had to find something to do... Oh what could she do? She scratched her head, standing there.

[Shōkan Kawada Ⅺ]

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Shōkan was walking towards Squad 11 when he noticed it. The Squad 13 barracks. He slowed, and then stopped altogether, just staring at the building as memories assualted him. For a building as old as it was, it sure had changed a bit had it? Shōkan felt his face become wet, was he... Crying? No, he realized, it was raining heavily. Looking at the building in front of him, the looking at the sky again, Shōkan came to a decision. A bad decision, a terrible one, he really shouldn't, but he was going to do it anyway. His mind made up, Shōkan walked into the Squad 13 Barracks for respite from the rain. "That's the only reason" Shōkan told himself, "Because it's raining..."

After stepping into the nearest building inside the Barracks, Shōkan realized he was in the Barracks Cafeteria, which was thankfully empty... He had plenty of time to walk around... To remember... He paced the edges of the room, his hand brushing against the wall as memory after memory assualted his senses. Memories of the time little Hiro-kun came to see him at the barracks, and fell down in his excitement, memories of training his Squad, of lunches together with his Vice-Captain, the surprise birthday party he had in this very room... That one brought a smile to Shōkan's face, he hadn't expecting them to do that at all. He closed his eyes and sat down in one of the seats at the edge of the room letting the nostalgia wash over him. He missed them so much...

Being in this new time was hard. Everything was so similar, yet completely different. He looked at the faces of the people around him and saw memories of his past, turned a corner and expected to find an old friend and instead found unknown strangers... The hardest part was being home. The Kawada Clan Manor was so empty... It had once been filled with clan members, children ran down the halls and young shinigami were training outside... People were laughing or eating or just talking. How far had his clan fallen? Once again, Shōkan resolved to himself that he would ressurect his clan from the ashes, they would grow stronger from this, he was sure of it.

Looking out the window, he saw that the rain had cleared, and the sun was once again shining brightly outside... Slowly, Shōkan got up and made his way back outside, on his way out of the Squad Barracks, he absent-midedly bumped into a a young girl standing idly outside of the cafeteria, funny, he hadn't even noticed her when he walked into the barracks, even though she appeared to have been standing there for a while. When he bumped into her, she fell down. Rushing to give her a hand, Shōkan quickly apologized. "My apologies miss! I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, it was my fault" he said as he gently took her hand and helped her to her feet. "Please, allow me to make it up to you somehow, I'd like to help in some way, is there anything I can do?" Shōkan asked with a warm smile on his face.

OOC: Training For SP

[Natsumi Yoshimora]

Natsumi sat there for awhile, watching her feet's socks get a little dirty. Shoot! Just starting the day out and this happens! Suddenly, she was rudely bumped into. She eeped like a little mouse as she falls against the muddy ground, her uniform becoming dirty with mud. She was sadden by this, feeling like crying from this because she's completely dirty now! That voice had to barge in, "WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?! DON'T YOU DARE CRY! PANSY!" and this quickly made her hold her tears back. Little drips of tears would fall off her cheeks, the man rushed in to help and she quickly took it. He was so nice... He pulled her up to her feet but her uniform was wet from behind her bum.

She looked up at the man, a bit sad, "N-No... It's okay mister... I wasn't looking myself," and that's when he asked her if she wanted help with anything that she needed. She simply gave him a faint smiled but frowned, "You're fine, sweetie... I was just going to go train possibly with my new Hado techniques but I feel like maybe it isn't the time anyways to do so..." and that's when that voice came back. "Such an idiot! You'd let this fucking fool treat you like a prop? SHOW HIM SOMETHING ELSE!" and that's when she simply shook her head. It would look weird she did that out of no where, but she did it towards her zanpakuto.

She turned around, her uniform's skirt covered in mud, "I should probably get changed... This uniform needs to be cleaned up anyways," and that's when she started to walk off feeling sad about herself. She was kinda pathetic in her mind but she didn't wanna think like that forever. That pesky zanpakuto spirit of her's will destroy her innocent little mind if she continued to act all sad like this. She brought her head up and took a deep breathe as she walked off. Maybe the man would follow her? Maybe, he'd leave her? Who knows but whatever the case, Natsumi needed to change out.

[Shōkan Kawada Ⅺ]

Shōkan studied the girl as she walked away. She obviously had confidence problems, and from the limited conversation they'd had so far, she seemed to be a genuinely nice person. Shōkan had always thought of himself as having good judgement of people, and made up his mind about this girl. She was a good person, and that was all he needed to know. Calling out to her, Shōkan said "Excuse me miss? While I can no longer perform kidou myself, I have extensive experience with them, and know how they're supposed to work." He gave his patented, upturned eyes, warm smile, "I'd love to help you work on them if you'd like" Seeing that she was still somewhat unsure due to her shyness, Shōkan continued.

"Listen, how about this, you go change into a dry pair of clothes, and if you feel like meeting me afterwards, come by the Kawada Clan Manor in two hours okay?" Not giving her a chance to refuse, he gave her one last smile and started walking towards home. He really hoped that the girl would come to the Clan Manor later, he truly believed that he could help her... And not just with her Demon Arts Techniques. He hoped he could help her with her confidence problems, or at least get he rmore comfortable around him. As his mind thought on the young shinigami girl, he couldn't help but be reminded of a certain other shy girl he had helped in his past...

Shōkan's mind drifted to times over a thousnd years ago, to his late fiancee, Narumi Kasumi'oji. She had been shy, just like this girl, Natsumi. 'Even their names sounded alike' Shōkan chuckled at the thought. Narumi had been incredibly shy, and had nearly fainted the first time she had me Shōkan. She had been awed at him, at his fame and power and legacy. Although within a few weeks she seemed to grow less awed of him. She had loved him, he knew this, even though their engagement had been part of an arranged marriage, she had fallen for him. Shōkan had been happy about that, at least one of them would find peace in the relationship.

He hadn't loved her, though he never let her know that. While she was a wonderful person, and Shōkan genuinely liked her and thought of her as one of his closest confidants and friends, he simply had not felt that spark, that indescribable feeling one gets when they fall in love. The way your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of them, or the butterflies in your stomach at talking to them, even if you've known them for years... Shōkan was at least glad she could find joy in the marriage, because it was his duty, he would have done it regardless, but he found solace in the knowledge that at least she woould be happy... Shōkan wasn't jerked from his thoughts until he finally arrived at the Kawada Clan Manor, he had been lost in thought the entire way there, thinking of the past.

[Shōkan Kawada Ⅺ]

Shōkan was more than a bit sorrowful as he sat alone in the sitting room (er, A sitting room) in teh Kawada Clan Manor. The furniture was western style, mahogany, and of the utmost quality. The floors were carpeted, and a bear rug sat just in front of the huge raoring fireplace. Beside him, Joff, his manservant stood, holding a hot cup of tea. Sighing, he leaned back into his arm chair and picked up the cup of tea, sipping it quietly, locked deeply in thought. 'It seems... She didn't want my help after all... As much as I might want to help people, I have to realize that I can't help anyone unless they want to be helped...'

"Joff, do the thing." "Right away sir." At this, Joff moved swiftly to the side of the room. There was a liquer cabinet, pulling out a bottle of extremely expensive whiskey, Joff poured a small glass for his master. Gracefully walking back, Joff handed the whiskey to Shōkan. Taking a deep sip, Shōkan sighed. It was good, and it better be for how much he paid for it. Turning to his trusted servant, Shōkan asked him. "Joff, what do you do... When you want to help someone, but they can't be helped, either because they don't want to be, or they're too far gone to be helped?"

The young man paused for a moment, thinking on the question. Shōkan waited patiently, curious as to the boys answer. "Well sir... I suppose, you keep trying?" Shōkan smirked into the glass at Joff's response. It was the classic one that most had in their youth's. 'Never give up! Don't surrender!' Shōkan himself had those thoughts as a young man, but he had long since grown out off them. "Close Geoffrey. You move on. Sometimes you have to accept some people can't be saved, but you are right, you can never give up on helping, no matter how many times you fail, you have to keep trying, because sometimes... You do help someone."

Joff looked thoughtful, "I suppose you're right sir. I wouldn't really know... I've never had anyone like that in my life." Shōkan turned to Joff, looking him straight in his eyes, "You will." Finishing off the whiskey, he handed the glass back to Joff to take away. The point of it wasn't to get drunk. That's not what the whiskey was for. No, the whiskey was for warming his insides from the cold that dwelled within. The cold that said that he should give up, and stop trying. But Shōkan knew he could never give up, if he were ever going to, it would have happened long ago, he'd missed his opportunity to take the easy way out, and he had to deal with the consequences...

[Amagai Kuchiki]

Uh, no training happened here. Or even any significant character development. I'm reluctant to give this TP. Another mod can overrule me I suppose.

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

Seconded. This was a little social. If anything. So unless a H.A.M or Zou overrules us. I dont believe this counts.