Sizing up the newbie (JTT/Hotaru, Arantima/PG-13)

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

Hotaru was sitting at her desk, rummaging through all the papers on her desk. She found one that was near the top and while reading it, she found out that she was getting one new member to her squad. The name of the shinigami was Arantima Aoire. An interesting name for a shinigami to be sure, but this was one of the newest members of the squad since she got the Captaincy. Therefore, she wanted to see what he could do.

She called a runner into her office, telling the squad member to find their fellow squad member. She didn't know if he was even around the barracks, but she wanted him to find this shinigami as quickly as possible. The runner was to tell the shinigami that he was to meet her in the training grounds for the Tenth Division. If he didn't know how to get there, the runner was supposed to guide him there.

Once the runner went about his task, she grabbed her Captain's Haori. She put it on quickly while walking out of her office. She locked the door behind her and left a note that she would return shortly. Well, maybe not shortly, but it was just more or less of notice to her squad that she wasn't going to be here. She then quickly made her way towards their division's training grounds. It didn't take her long to get there.

Once she arrived, she looked around. She had honestly never been to these training grounds before. If she needed to train, she trained at the Kuchiki Manor, where there was a lot more space and she could run around a little more freely. If she didn't train there, she trained in the Human World with her husband. She did that more than training here, now that she thought about it. She walked up to the middle of the grounds.

She unsheathed her zanpaktou and closed her eyes quietly. She felt Rivu~aiasan stir inside her sword, moving to touch her mind. She didn't want to be drawn into the Inner World, she just wanted to talk to him quickly. The new shinigami could arrive at anytime and was asking for advice. After their little talk, she silently released to her Shikai. Her cannon and scimitar covered in flames gleamed in the sunlight. She decided to try one new technique. So, when the new shinigami would walk in, he would see Hotaru blow on the edge of her sword, looking like she was breathing fire.

[Arantima Kawada]

(Training for CTP)

Arantima was actually headed into the Main barracks of Squad 10 when he ran into the runner, not literally of course but they came quite close. "What is this?" Arantima asks but before he can finish the runner is off to deliver more messages it seems. Arantima takes a moment to read the missive and suddenly his eyes widen, he rushes off at full speed towards the barracks, which is not all the impressive. He Takes care to not run headlong into any of his fellow squad members as he rushes past, but makes several near collisions which are only avoided thanks to the speed of the other Squad members actions in dodging out of the way.

When he finally reaches the training area in the southern section of the barracks Arantima is already out of breath and panting, he rests against the entryway a moment to regain himself and smooths down his robes before pulling back his hood. He Looks around the open air training grounds, thick Tatami mats covering a large area, maybe Six thousand square feet in size with Three thousand of it covered in tatami around the outer edge, the inner and most central parts of the Training ground is pure earth, unaltered soil and sand.

Intense, set up for large training or.. even can be used with large area effect Kido. he thinks as he enters the training ground, having not noticed the captain just yet. He walks slowly, looking around the area and noting the walls and how damaged they seem to be and yet at the same time sturdy and not easily toppled. It is shortly after he crosses the Tatami border that he hears the Roar of Gushing flames and turns his head away from the surroundings to see Hotaru. His eyes Go wide as he sees her Scimitar Shikai becoming wreathed in fire that she can seemingly breathe out.

He rests a hand on the hilt of his own Zanpakuto as he watches on, marveling at the strength of this attack, the scope and range of it better than anything he could even dream about. He Waits for the demonstration to end before he kneels and bows his head low to the ground "Arantima Aoire! Unseated Member of Squad 10 At your Service Captain Hotaru!" His head stays bowed and low to the ground for a few moments before he sits up resting on his knees still in a respectful position. He Draws his sword slowly and rests it across his lap, placing both hands on the flat of the blade awaiting Hotaru's reply.

His eyes Cast themselves over Hotaru, almost appraising for a moment before the gaze took on a more respectful tone. He took Special Care to note her height and eye color, The tone of her skin even. These details to anyone else would seem to make up bits and peices of a person, but to tima they described more together than separately. The Hair color here was strange, but then again he had seen several other strange hair colors since his death and it was not shocking to him, what did strike him as odd was her Shinigami outfit was missing its back and shoulders..

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

Hotaru blew over the blade, letting her liquid flame spew out. It was the first time that she had ever used the attack before, so she was somewhat surprised at the range of her new attack. She was pleased with how this new attack and curious to see what new attacks her zanpaktou would show her. She moved her zanpaktou down so she could look at it and smiled at him.

It was then that she felt the presence of another person. She had no idea who this person was, but she just assumed that it was the new squad member that she had sent for. By the time she had lowered her zanpaktou and looked over towards him, he was already getting down on his knees in front of her. There was no one in the squad that had EVER greeted her like this.

Even in the Manor, the servants wouldn't do this. She was definitely caught off guard. He knelt, putting his head low to the ground and then announced himself. He kept himself low for a few more seconds before he sat upright, resting his hands on his knees before unsheathing his own zanpaktou and laying it over his knees, resting his hands back upon the flat of the blade.

It immediately made her think of her times back in the Human World while she was alive. She had seen many do the exact same thing that he did to her, but she had never dealt with it before now. It was the weirdest feeling. While he looked up at her, she looked at him. He seemed the capable warrior, but she would just have to find out for herself. She walked up closer to him, bringing her Captain's Haori closer around her.

"Well, I would assume you're the new addition to my squad. Please, stand up. There's no need to do that around me. Welcome to the squad! My full name is Hotaru Kuchiki-Masuaro. Now, I will lay down one ground rule. I'm pretty old fashioned, due to the way I was raised, so I uphold honorifics in my squad. I don't care if squad mates don't use them to each other, but I would prefer it. Also, I would like you to use the correct titles with me. Captain Hotaru works fine, but Hotaru-sama would work the same.

Arantima-san, I just have to ask, from what you just did, if I'm not being too forward, how long has it been since your death? Now, if it's too personal, please you don't have to answer. But, I just haven't seen anyone do what you have just done to a superior since I was alive. I was alive around the time of Feudal Japan, my father being a samurai. But, there is another reason I called you here. I wanted to 'test you out' as it were."

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima stands Slowly and sheathes his blade with a nods of his head indicating he understands His captain well. "I died during the Reign of Kublai Khan, Grandson of the Great Ghengis in Mongolia, which at the time included most of china. I lived in a Trading Village along the silk road.. my Mother was a courtesan and she picked up many customs from her visitors.. A Man from japan came to visit once and Taught me the Respectful manner of greeting your betters. I Have used it ever since as it only seems appropriate."

He Tilted his head to the side and looks down at the ground a moment before speaking again, his Blonde hair shining lightly in the sun as he moves his head. "Hotaru... Sama? i have heard people using these terms before, but had never really taken to them myself, but I will strive to uphold a Rule given by My captain." He nods Decisively once before looking around the training grounds. "I Am to be Tested once more then H.. Ca.. " He Stammers a moment and his face takes on an expression of confusion, not so much with the words rather than himself.

"Hotaru-sama." He states it clearly as if having decided on his preferred method of addressing her for the time being before continuing. "What way would you like to test me? I Am willing to do anything for my new squad captain." His face screams determination and resolve, and his body, well tanned from long hours of training in the sun with large muscles also screams of a readiness and able body but there is something there, just below the surface of Arantima. Something that seems to tether all of this Training back, and seems to be limiting him somehow.

Arantima takes a few steps back from Hotaru and draws his blade, Flipping it around his right hand to hold it so that the flat of the blade rests up along the back of his arms with his arms still resting at his side. What should I show her first? My Seki? Or Byakurai?.. My Kido is weak though, Unimpressive.. Perhaps I should begin with the flash step.. No, She is lithe, probably Faster than me even with The flash step by far margins The thoughts running through his head are evident by the look on his face, seeking an answer for an unasked question.

He takes a deep and steadying breath before speaking once more and lowering his stance for more balance "I am Trained in Shunpo, as I beleive most Shinigami are. Bakudo 8 - Seki is also one of my Known techniques, as well as Hado 4 Byakurai. I must still use the incantations to cast these Effectively but I believe to have them under more control soon." He puts his hands on his blade, Right hand on the hilt and left hand on his Scabbard in a Samurai like stance "I Am ready when you are Hotaru-sama"

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

So, he was from the time of Kublai Khan. She had vaguely heard about that man while she was alive, but it was while she was either training or away in the war. She had paid no attention to that man until now. So, it seemed like he had been alive around the time that she had been. He was the first that she had ever met that would actually understand some of her little quirks. Japan and China are only separated by a sea, so he might know a few things.

It wasn't until he described his mother meeting someone from Japan and learning that move that she had figured that he might have learned more than just that from this Japanese man. She was curious, however, what family the man belonged to. She didn't know a lot of the samurai households, but she knew enough to get by. She thought about that idea for a few seconds before he moved on in his talking.

He was very respectful and she smiled when he tried to figure out how to actually address her. She gave him all the time he needed until he settled on one that seemed to suit him. She nodded in acknowledgement to what he had said. He was curious about the test, but when he said he would do anything for her new captain, it was still surprising. She had met her squad mates before and they were respectful, but none talked like him.

Hotaru immediately figured that it had to do with the time period he lived. He seemed extremely loyal, which it seemed to be a trend while she was alive. She looked at his face and could tell that he really wanted to impress her. He was ready and resolved to do whatever she deemed necessary for the test. It was rather refreshing to see him like this. He then spouted off what he was trained in.

"You are lucky Arantima-san, for I have no affinity to Kido. So, this should be an interesting test. If you don't mind, you'll be going against my Shikai. Bankai would be way too overpowered for someone fresh out of the academy, but maybe we could work up to that. Now, try to fend off this!" She moved her cannon arm up and pointed towards the man before unleashing her flame on him. She smiled at the stance he used, remembering how her father used the same one. This was going to be fun.

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima's eyes go wide at the sudden attack and he immediately attempts to dodge to the side but his body moves much too slowly, He is caught fully in the blast of the fire and screams out in pain. He continues his way out of the fire, panting and throwing off his now burning robes to the side. His entire upper body is red and slightly cooked from the fire. He Lets out a steaming breath and returns to his stance, though now shaking slightly from the Flame damage he has suffered.

He looks over to the captain, shear fear in his eyes now where there was once determination. He is breathing heavily and still steaming from the heat of the blast he was just given. He Closes his eyes and in a Flash he is gone from his position, re-appearing behind his captain and unleashing a Cut from the drawing of his sword. He had used Shunpo, now he wasn't very fast to begin so the captain would have absolutely no problem following his movements, but he was still proficient in the use of Flash step.

As Arantima's blow lands true the damage would be non-existant to someone as powerful as Hotaru, A Light tapping sensation along her lower hip. After a half second his arm erupts in gouts of bloody mist as his spiritual pressure collides with her own, causing his body massive damage, but something is odd about this. He does not grunt, he does not even cry out in pain as cuts and tears rend his arm open and bleeding.

His eyes cast down to his arm for a split second before he jumps back from her and looks to his arm more closely. "So this is what happens when you are so outclassed.. Understood." he says it clearly and calmly as he changes sword arms, tucking his now wounded and bleeding arm against his torso almost hugging himself around the waist. He Flips the sword into a back handed grip with a Fluid motion as he holds his hand up, pointing a finger at her "Arise god of thunder... Awake mother of storms.. Unleash the lighting on the sinners. Hado Number 4! BYAKURAI!!"

His incantation starts just above a whisper, increasing in volume and resolve with each line until he unleashes the Lightning Bolt from his finger tip with a Roaring rage filled shout of its name. The Incantation doesn't seem to have helped the overall power of the Kido at all but for someone who isn't skilled in kido at all it might be an interesting sight to say the least. His kido would more than likely result in maybe some scorching at the very worst if it impacted her at all.

There was something about the way he moved, very very practiced and honed movements, without the power to back up the motions. It was as if he was only half there, or worse the astral projection of a skilled fighter that couldn't utilize it's full potential.This was evident but only half as much as the fact that he seemed to know it as well, and that just seeing his own arm get ripped to shreds on impact with Hotaru brought out a deep seated rage in his belly.


-----------------OOC-----------------

Sorry about the Landed blow there Hotaru, but i felt it would be more fitting for him to actually see the folly of trying to strike her in Melee like that, as well as for hotaru to see that his spiritual pressure wasn't just a normal magnitude lower than hers but it was exceedingly lower. And No actual harm done to Hotaru at least.

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

Hotaru expected that the new recruit would be able to dodge her blast. She hadn't really fought with anyone that much weaker than her in awhile, but she at least expected him to Shunpo out of the way if she was too fast. But, she expected too much out of him. When he tried to dodge, he was too slow and started to burn from getting hit full force by her flame. She immediately stopped the flames once she saw it hit him.

She immediately felt bad as she watched him hit himself all over to put the fire out. His upper body was red and she could see that it looked like it was starting to cook as well. It made her feel even worse. How fast is he? She honestly thought his instinct to Shunpo would work, but maybe his instincts aren't that sharp yet. She watched as he got back into his stance shakily with some steam coming off his body and breath.

There was something different in his eyes now, she could tell. Fear. He was afraid of her now. She never wanted her members to be afraid of her, but she had expected him to have more of what she would consider 'common sense.' It meant to her to avoid what would hurt you badly and attack when you could. She was curious if he was holding back or not, but the fear in his eyes made her think he wasn't.

It was then, while she thought about this, that he disappeared. She was glad that he was proficient in Shunpo, but she was extremely proficient in it, to the point of almost mastering it. He was moving slow in the Flash Step as well, so she could tell where he was going to end up. She kept her weapons down, willing them to not release any of her liquid. She didn't want to hurt the man anymore than she already had. 

Once he appeared, she felt him behind her, but she fought her instincts to turn and hurt him. She was curious as to how strong he was and she would be able to heal if he actually hurt her. She felt the wind from the fast draw of his sword. But, when the sword was going to hit her body, she barely felt anything. It felt more like a light touch to her than anything else. It was then that she quickly turned around and saw what happened.

His arm had lacerations all over it from trying to hit her. She knew about what was called 'cut back,' but she had honestly never had to really deal with it before. She would mostly avoid and try to weaken her enemies, though this said something about him. His spiritual pressure had to be a lot lower than hers to get the kind of lacerations that appeared on his arm. She did read about that and was told about the effects.

He looked down at his arm and jumped backwards. She looked him over, seeing his battered and bruised body. Her squad were the Defenders. They needed to be able to defend to the bitter end. This new recruit was showing her that he would be able to withstand a great amount before falling, so his ability to defend should be great. She had hopes for this newbie. He switched his sword to his other arm, cradling the other to his body.

A wise decision, but she was curious if he could use his sword equally with both hands. He mentioned that this is what happens when someone is outclassed. She never would've said it out loud, but it kind of was. He points a finger at her and starts an incantation. She didn't know which Kido it was, but she just pointed out her cannon towards him, waiting for him to release the Kido.

Once the incantation was done, she watched the lighting shoot out of his finger. Once it was released, she immediately shot out a small amount of her fire, enough to deal with the Kido. Once the fire would touch the Kido, with his reiatsu strength being so low, it would get eaten by the fire and then she would will the fire to cease, so he wouldn't get hurt again. She figured it would be enough for him to see the Kido eaten.

The resolve with which he casted was interesting. He was giving this his all, wanting to get stronger. He was a curious man indeed. She would definitely keep an eye on him to see how much stronger he could become. She could almost see that something was keeping his power in check, but it was too uncertain. "You are very lucky to have Kido ability. I sadly do not, but my zanpaktou makes up for it. As you saw, its power is interesting.

When I come across any reiatsu based attack, like a Kido, once it hits my flames, the reiatsu strength behind the attack, the power of the very soul, is weakened by the strength of mine. Since yours wasn't stronger than mine, my flames ate your attack. I like your will and determination to not give up. It goes with a great defender. I would like for you to try to come at me again. See if you can hit me."

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima took a Deep breath as he watched her fire Destroy his Byakurai lightning. As I imagined Her Fire is Potent.. But, it seems there is a trick hidden inside of it as well as just being fire. he doesn't even twitch as he stands and listens to her speak So her Flames Eat reiatsu instead of eating Oxygen.. though perhaps not as simple of a transition as that.. it fits for now. His eyes Meet with hers, as evenly as they can though the fear in them is still evident.

His Strength of will is powerful it seems as he now takes up a new stance, his blade held backhand in his left, bringing his bloodied right hand up to press flatly against the pommel of the blade in a Low and wide stance. It Seems like a Strange stance for someone to use considering he was emulating a Samurai a moment before and now seems to be falling into his own style. Bow before the Maw of the God of thunder. Kneel under the grace of heaven as the Maidens weep over us granting of the Life waters of rain. Roar along with the beasts of war as the rage across the sky in thunder.. And strike like the Lightning Flash.

His mind goes over his own mantra, a way of training and living that has guided him for a few hundred years now and now he was testing it against a Captain of the Gotei 13. His Mantra was not what was failing him this day, it was his own body and soul.. Something was holding him back and he couldn't describe the pain that went through his arm when he struck her. Blood dripped off of his right side like an easily flowing river.

He is about to move, a Tensing of his muscles that would be sorely Evident to Hotaru before something peels through his mind. Tear the air around you like the raging tempest, rend the flesh of your enemy with fury.. drink in their anguish and feed on hate.. Roar Arantima!! Make them fear you! His eyes glaze over and his muscles tense even tighter than before, his muscles tightening in such a way that the flow of blood stops for a split second before he unleashes himself forward.

"If you desire to Taste the ege of my Blade Hotaru-sama, I will not keep you waiting long. I am prepared for the consequences of striking you again.." He Rushes foward, Using Shunpo to Change his position after the first several steps between them, coming from Hotaru's sword side, knowing that her cannon can produce an intimidating amount of flame. Something is much different this time to the Attack from before, he is thinking, but on a base level.

His mind is All about the fight and Bringing his sword to contact Hotaru again. The odd way he is holding his sword seems to be the methodology of this attack as he passes her he doesn't swipe so there is no telegraph there is only a blade slicing across the air towards her neck before he spins down to cut at her knee, if this attack were at any sort of speed it may be dangerous but with Arantima's sluggish movements it would be easily countered.

His Breathing has changed, his movements have changed.. Something within him is clawing to get out but his body cannot seem to figure out the key to whatever chamber is holding him back. The War that is raging within him between the gentle side that is suppressed in terms of Fighting power and the Demon that awaits inside his soul.. No not a demon, a Dragon that has been slumbering for hundreds of years, waking now and thrashing in a rage at the cage it finds itself within.

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

She took a defensive stance, waiting for her new recruit to attack her again. She was quickly starting to like this boy for her squad. He seemed highly capable, if not for being weaker than what she expected to come out of the Academy. But, it had been some time since she had graduated. Also, everyone goes through the Academy differently, so maybe this was normal for him? Only time would tell about that.

She stared straight into his eyes. There was still some fear left in them, but they were more stern than they were before. It seemed that he was going to get more serious in this fight. She was curious to see how that would affect his fighting ability. His stance changed, one she hadn't seen before. She had never saw someone fight with the sword held backwards like that, except for maybe once. A time where she had one more family member.

But he is gone now, left Soul Society to go be with the King of Hueco Mundo. She pushed it out of her mind and saw him steady his own breathing. It's impressive with so much injury to at least one limb, for him to keep pushing through and fighting. She was impressed. She continued to watch and then she saw something odd. She couldn't focus clearly on what happened, so she quickly pinched herself hard enough for the skin to bruise slightly, even draw a tiny bit of blood.

It was then her Anti-Pain came into effect. She was immediately able to focus on him and notice his muscles tensing up way more than before and his eyes change. It was almost as if they glazed over. It was interesting to see something like this happen to someone. She had never seen anything like it. She listened to what he had to say and she smiled in return. He was ready to try his will against hers and she was always ready to test another's will.

He rushed her, but at his slow speed, she was easily able to keep track of him. He goes to her sword side, in an attempt to slash at her neck, but with her speed she easily blocked with her sword.  While she was moving the sword up, however, he moved to slash at her knees. Using her focus and speed, she easily moved the sword down and blocked his knee strike. It was impressive that he used a Feint to try to take out her knees.

She relied on speed, and actually taking out her knees would've been bad for her. Smart man. It seemed he was trying to fight on par with her, but he just couldn't. It was like his body couldn't keep up with what his fighting spirit wanted. It was the weirdest thing she's seen. "I love your fighting spirit, Arantima-san. But, it seems your body can't keep up with it. We'll end the spar for right now. Train more and then come see me again. I would love to spar again." She smiled towards him and, if he allowed, she would walk him towards the Fourth Division so he could get his arm looked at.

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima was being carried.. He Didn't know where to or why all he could think of was the searing pain lancing up his midsection. He was holding onto his sword still, though limply in his left hand which rested across his chest which was bruising at a rapid pace as the fourth division medics carried him to the medical building. He Had been walking along with Hotaru when they started that direction, but after awhile he had collapsed to the ground and coughed up a large amount of blood and bile.

He remembered the last thing they had done before the fight stopped, his sword was striking true to where he had wanted it.. And he did draw out her parry to the neck stroke as he had thought but she had been fast enough to cut his knee stroke off, then his mind blanked once again as the pain raged through his body, a rending and tearing sensation like a rabid weasel was trying to get out of him through his flesh. I will tear you apart from the inside until you atone for this failure Arantima! You are a Dragon who lost to the fire of a weaker creature!! Insect!

Arantima's eyes fly open as he looks for the source of the voice, finding no one in his room and no one at the window as he moves his head and gaze around the room he closes his eyes again. The sound of metal clanging on metal rings through his head as he re-lives the last moment that he and Hotaru's blades crossed and then it happens again, his midsection erupts in pain but only in his memory. When he had struck Hotaru's blade the Cutback had hit him again but internally this time.

Arantima looked down at his body covered in bandages mostly, his zanpakuto resting on a table beside himself. He reached over and touched the blades scabbard only to tug his hand back swiftly as if he had just been bitten, his bandages coated in Ash, frost, and water. Ash covering his pointer finger, Frost coating his middle and after staining the bandages on his ring finger and thumb.. As he studies it he finds that his bandages on his pinky have come unraveled and tattered as if subjected to strong winds.

He just stares at his sword for a long while before getting up to head outside, staring at the sky when he gets there. He sets himself down on a bench with the help of one of the nurses around who re-ties the bandage around his pinky and checks his other wounds. He lets her finish her work before asking to be left alone for awhile. Arantima's mind is a raging storm of thoughts and sorrows and anger. Is he truly no stronger than he was when he entered the Soul society? Was he truly still just a helpless child destined to be preyed upon by the wicked and the liars?

A Roar Breaks through his Malaise of melancholy thoughts and the voice returns to his head You are stronger than you know Arantima... You Simply Refuse to open your heart to it! Listen with your Soul and I will be able to tell you my name.. YOUR true name! Another Roar splits through his head and he grabs his ears as if trying to block out the sounds before he shouts "Stop it!! You will deafen me with that sound!!" his little outburst attracts the attention of several people around who look at him funny.

He Looks around and nervously heads back into his room before looking at his sword. He takes it by the hilt and draws it slowly, looking at the blade as he does, his reflection in the blade is a horrid sight of bandages and weakness that will scar his memory for quite some time. He lays back in his bed with the sword resting along his chest, held almost viking funeral style as he tries to relax and maybe allow sleep to take him. As he does drift off into sleep he relives each moment where his body could not do what he needed it to.

Two-hundred years ago, he was deeper into the slums of the rukongai trying to help anyone who might need it. What he wasn't expecting was to be accosted by a gang of thugs demanding his money, which he had very little of. He would not allow them to simply take it of course, and so he fought. He wasn't stronger than they were by any stretch, however what he lacked in strength he made up in desire and drive, but those only get you so far in the real world. He was left beaten and bloodied with his money stolen.

And then there was again today, he knew he should have been able to fight harder, move faster.. Be better. But he couldn't, he was so grossly outclassed that his own captain had to end the bout to ensure that he didn't die just from being too close to her. His body was so pitifully weak that by simply touching Hotaru he was in danger of being ripped apart by her raw power. He Gritted his teeth before sleep took him, and in his sleep he dreamed.

His dreams were filled with the battle between himself and Hotaru, Replaying it over and over until he could perform it again for anyone who desired to see it. His dreams were also filled with a new vision of a lock and a Golden key, But the key was too heavy for him to lift. He knew what was in that box however, his power, his hard worked for and deserved strength. He only needed the will and drive to break his body to open the box, or so he thought.. As he continued to dream and try and destroy himself in lifting this key a Giant Dragons maw came roaring out of the Blackness behind him and snatched the key in its mouth. "Tell me boy! Will you always ignore me? or will you fight alongside me and become the dragon of the Seireitei!?" The Dream goes dark after that as he sleeps soundly.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

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