(JT) The Redhead and the Medic

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

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Training for CTP
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It was a cool and cloudy day in the Soul Society as a young redheaded Shinigami had been limping torwards the squad four barracks. The streets were full of Shinigami and the redhead had stumbled for a moment before recovering herself. The shinigami would have a cracked knuckle, broken fingernails, and several sprains and bruises. Her training with Shikadai-San and her own training had caused her to be so injured today. It was a Monday she believed. It was hard for Senshi to think straight with her fingers involuntarily clenching and unclenching as she had reached the barracks of squad four.

Blood had dripped from her nails as she would take a deep breath entering the barracks observing the place. She had never been to another barracks than her own as there was never a real need to. To any squad four members present who could see the injured shinigami, the first thing they would be able to see would be her injuries and how pained she looked. The second thing they would be able to see was her long crimson hair tied into a ponytail and her cerulean sky blue eyes. How she wished she hadn't pushed herself so hard at training. The third and final thing that would stick out is that some may be able to sense she has quite the strong spiritual pressure.

In the academy she had a pretty large Spiritual Pressure and as such; Reiatsu Reserves. Many Shinigami called it a blessing although others had called it a curse. She could definately understand why they would say such things. It was true that she was capable of using more Reiatsu based attacks and more often, but it also made her an easier target to find. Based on her studies, Hollows usually go for the target with the largest spiritual pressure. That fact worries her to this day as she knows exactly how terrifying they can be. She had been training hard so that she may protect herself from the said creatures. However, she was going too far ahead of herself. She needed a medic.

Senshi honestly had no idea on what the first step was to finding a medic for her and how they would treat her. Would she have to pay a sort of fee seeing she wasn't on duty? Would she have to be put on a waiting list seeing her wounds weren't serious like in the hospitals in the world of the living? The young Shinigami would find out as she would wander the interior searching for a healer. Hopefully she would find one soon as she was not feeling very well.

She was slim, petite, and had a decent chest although of course she would dress modestly. She was a soldier not a romantacist. She had quite the shy personallity and is very respectful to individuals. Her left ankle was bent at an odd angle as she would try not to apply too much weight on the wound. Her Zanpakutou appeared to be a standard 60 inch katana secured at her right side. Her Shinigami robes were securely wrapped around her frame as she took step by step taking in the surroundings.

She saw it wasn't unlike her barracks except for the fact that she saw many more medical supplies lying around the area. The shinigami here had been training in the art of Kaido rather than Hado or Bakudo which was completely understandable. There were a few that trained in combat and others were actually treating patients already. Squad Four in her opinion was a squad that many people underestimated or took for granted. How wrong they are to do so. Squad four is one of if not the most important squad to maintain within the soul society. Without them, the military would fall apart. Although...if any other squad were to be destroyed...she wouldn't know how crippling it would be to the Soul Society.

The redhead had respect to all people although she especially respects squad four. These people saved lives and assisted every other squad daily as their roles as healers was detrimental in the military infrastructure. She would admire their determination to help the injured, sick, and dying as they debatably have the roughest job in the Soul Society. True they may have the fewest casualties and fatality rates, but they are also the ones that prevent said things to happen in other squads.

She had seen several squad four members busy with their own training or healing wounded of their own. From her shy nature she would not approach them and would instead search for a medic that seemed available. Her skin was a pale white as crimson fell from her fingertips. She only looked to be 16 although she was already in her 80s. It was odd being chatised by those who forget that age does not matter in the soul society as appearence and actual age varies. She would have wandered for around five minutes before deciding perhaps waiting was the best option. The unseated officer had taken a seat at a bench as she tried not to succumb to the agony of her wounds.

Looking to the sky the Shinigami had tried to think of anything else other than the pain she felt. She thought of training, reading a good book, her friends, her dreams and ambitions as she would lean back against the back of the bench. Her hands would be outstretched so they can bleed freely onto the sandy road instead of getting it on her seat or her clothes. Blood would drip slowly as it turned the sand a darker color slowly. She knows she won't be making the same mistake again. Training without caution was reckless and it would be a mistake she wouldn't make again. Perhaps if the medic she met was nice they could share a cup of tea together and talk.

The wind had blown through the area as Senshi had closed her eyes taking deep breaths. She really hoped she wouldn't have to pay some sort of cost or that if she did it wouldn't be overly expensive. The Shinigami didn't have much Ryo to spare at the moment and hadn't dared to take any missions before she believed she was well trained enough to take care of herself. After all, she wouldn't want to go out just to die from a Hollow or rather Hollows. She feared the fact that she could very well die out in the human world but understands that if prepared...she can very well avoid that fate. Perhaps the medic who comes to her would be willing to assist her in her training. She hasn't made many friends in Soul Society and she could use some more.

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Stats!:
1. Hado#1:Shō [Mastered]
2. Hado#11:Tsuzuri Raiden [Mastered]
3: Bakudo#8:Seki [Mastered]
4. Bakudo#4:Hainawa [Mastered]
5. Bakudo#1:Sai [Mastered]
6. Bakudo#9:Geki [Mastered]
7. Kaido#1:Shindan Suru (Diagnose) [Mastered]

Strength:(50+20=70x.75)= 52.5
Speed:80
Spiritual Pressure:100
Reiatsu Strength:(50+30=80x1.5)=120
Light Aura:75
Dark Aura:25
Instinct:40
Senses:40
Energy Sensory:0
Wound Expertise:0

Total:410

[Musuhina Kesshino]

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Musuhina was walking towards her squad's barracks. Recently being accepted into squad 4, she was immediately assigned to the minor injury ward. A ward specializing in quick healing and making sure that the other areas of the barracks received the more severe cases. She was wearing her squad's shiakusho with her zanpakuto securely worn at her left side. She messed with her black hair in a vain attempt at making it look a bit more presentable for her first day on the job.

Eventually, giving into her frustration, she gave up on it and decided to just focus on getting to work on time. By the time she arrived she noticed a lone Soul Reaper sitting on a bench. Curious about what she was doing here she took a closer look at her. Immediately she recoiled in empathetic pain at the sight of her many wounds, with quite a few of them looking beyond painful.

Compelled to help the poor girl, she immediately rushed towards her with a light green aura enveloping her hands. As soon as he had gotten to her she carefully placed her hands over hers. "Just hold on, I've got you." Musuhina said with a bit of shock and worry as the aura slowly repaired the broken nails. Once they were taken care of, Musuhina carefully pulled her up on her feet to slowly guide her inside. "Come on, I'll get you patched right up, it'll be just fine."

With the injured Soul Reaper inside, Musuhina told the person at the desk about her patients case, telling him that she would be in her office should anyone else need her. She sat the girl down before preparing some fresh water nearby before recollecting the green aura in her hands. "Sorry about dragging you in here like this all of a sudden without introducing myself. I'm Musuhina, Musuhina Kesshino." She gently hovered her hands over the legs of her patient. Alive with the light as they were, the cuts and bruises slowly started to dissapear after a few minutes.

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

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Odayakama had been waiting for a while until she had been rather surprised at a Shinigami approaching her and putting her hands over hers. As she saw the green aura she had understood what was going on. As her nails had slowly mended together, all that was left was dried blood on her fingertips. "A-Arigato Medic-San." She was curious of this Shinigami as she had squeezed her hands to find out they didn't hurt any longer. It was odd how the pain vanished so quickly.

Relaxing the tension in her hands, she had seen that her Shinigami comrade was concerned for her. She had felt nervous as she never really had anyone care so much about her. She would understand that it is essentially her job to care for her well being but still. What had happened next was a bit unexpected but she greatly appreciated it. She never expected to see someone so friendly and open to just assist her no questions asked. These kinds of people in Senshi's life were jewels in a way.

Senshi Odayakama had felt a pair of arms carefully help her up as not to injure her as Senshi had used her non injured leg as a pillar for balance. She had used her free arm to go around the medic's neck as she started to lead her inside. "Come on I'll get you patched right up, it'll be just fine." The rather young Shinigami was surprised by the way the medic spoke. It almost reminded her of her mother when she was alive when she was still a very young child. She felt so reassured that she was going to be taken care of that she had stayed silent during the whole walk.

Being lead into the actual Barracks, she had seen a receptionist with a clipboard writing down notes. The man seemed to be a kind fellow with a bright charismatic smile. The man's hair was a auburn brown as the Shinigami supporting her had explained the situation. Suddenly the other Shinigami had spoken in a bright chipper attitude. "Of course. Please take her and heal her wounds. I'll log you in and the time." She had been walked away torwards another room it seemed.

She was taken to a office that reminds her much of a doctors office as she saw several medical supplies and research books all organized in an orderly fashion. She had smiled still in pain as she greatly appreciated the medic coming to offer her services. She would think immediately of how to repay this kind woman for helping her like this. Perhaps she could take her fellow Shinigami out for lunch. She had sat down on a Futon as she had saw the woman leave momentarily.

The sound of running water could be heard as Senshi would think of the woman in front of her. She seemed to be a kind hearted person and one who was empathetic to others around them. She had felt a charismatic charm from the woman as she had felt happy just to be around. Getting her wounds healed were just a bonus as she felt the potential to make a new friend who shared her career choice. She would worry greatly about what her healer thought about her and if she disliked her. Sure not for if she had then why would she have helped her?

As the Shinigami returned she had began to speak as Senshi noticed her messy hair. "Sorry about dragging you in here all of a sudden without introducing myself. My name is Musuhina, Musuhina Kesshino." As the Shinigami's hands had turned green again, they had hovered over her form. What an odd sensation she felt around her body as the Kaido took effect. It felt good but she could feel her body starting to pull and tug as her wounds would recover.

She had felt her wounds recovering as she felt her cuts seal, bruises ripen then dissapear, and as the ankle was reached was when things got problamatic. The young girl had flinched as the ankle had returned to its normal location with a loud and sickening pop. The redheaded girl had flinched in pain as she bit her lip before that too faded. Seeing that her healer was being so kind and hospitable it was time for Senshi to try and return that favor. It was the respectful thing to do.

"G-Gomenosai Musuhina-San I-I'm sorry for taking your precious time. My name is Odayakama Senshi, Unseated Officer of Squad Eight. T-Thank you very much for h-healing me." The young girl stuttered here and there almost as if embarrassed to talk. The girl had looked Musuhina in the eyes with a shy smile before realizing she needed to ask some questions. For instance she needed to know if there was a cost for the healing.

"Miss.Musuhina, is there a cost I have to pay for getting h-healed? I don't have much money on me at the moment as I am rather new to this career. I haven't taken any missions yet a-and I haven't much money in my savings account. If not...then would you please accept a token of my gratitude by letting me treat you out to lunch t-today?" The young girl was very respectful it seemed and when it came to mannerisms she did not stutter much. She had a straight posture as she gave her full focus onto Musuhina.

The Shinigami had felt her pain alleviated and much better at the moment as she had felt an internal dread. She feared rejection or rather ridicule from her fellow Shinigami. Odayakama Senshi was always a bit of a socially awkward person as she lacked human interaction. The girl was tense as she would await Musuhina's response. Perhaps she had just been over thinking things and being fearful for no real reason. The young crimson haired Shinigami had averted her eyes to the fresh water for a moment.

She was dreadfully thirsty. She hadn't had anything to drink all day since her training. She had tried to avert her eyes as the Shinigami had licked her chapped lips trying to remain polite. The poor girl would love some water at the moment to quench her thirst. The water had looked so wonderfully cold as the girl was not able to avert her focus for long. Instead of Senshi trying to fight her temptation, Odayakama Senshi would try to be as polite and civilized as possible. Why lie and distract yourself when you can simply ask.

"E-Excuse me, but may I please have some water to drink? I haven't drank anything all day and I would greatly appreciate it again. Thank you so much for your k-kindness. I really hope it wouldn't be any trouble. The young Shinigami had looked embarrassed daring to ask her healer for a glass of water. She had no right to be taking water as the healer was already quite kind, but she would ask hoping her host would be willing to part with a glass.

Senshi hoped she wasn't going to make Musuhina angered with her request. She could imagine her medic quickly getting upset at her audacity as Senshi's inner being would crack. Was she wrong to feel this way? She hoped she hadn't ruined her chance at getting a new friend just because of her own stupid needs. Her fellow medic had spent her time fixing Senshi's wounds even though she hadn't had to do it. Senshi didn't want to ask for too much. Hopefully, Musuhina wouldn't yell at her...or at least not too much. She had quite enough of that in her days when she was alive.

Senshi had played with her long red ponytail within her small hands as she didn't realize she was going a bad habit of hers. She had thought back to her past...oh how she hated her past when she was still alive. Currently in Senshi's mind as a young girl dressed in the modern clothes of the 21st century. It was a much smaller and innocent Senshi as she had been only in elementary at the time. The young girl was sitting in class with her other classmates as she would be reminded of some rather bad thoughts. The times she was bullied.

A girl next to her had tapped her shoulder during indoor recess as the child version of herself had looked to her classmate with curious eyes. "Uhh, hi! My name is Senshi Odayakama an-" the girl had suddenly grabbed her ponytail and looked her in the eyes with an inquiring look. "Is this your real hair color or something? I mean...it totally looks fake. Your European or something right? Japanese people don't have red hair and blue eyes." Child Senshi was taken aback at this as she had first made the girl let go of her hair.

"That is my hair and I don't want you to touch it. I'm a Japanese person like you. I'm not a European I know know that much. Now go away!" The young Senshi at the time looked greatly upset. This girl was here claiming she looked so odd that she wasn't Japanese. She had averted her attention from her fellow classmate as the girl left. Senshi however, did not account for what would happen next as it would be one of the worse times and memories of her childhood.

The child had been doing her homework later if Senshi recalled. It was that time that one or those girls snuck behind her and cut a good portion of her hair off with scissors on the playground. Next thing she knew was that she was being called an outsider and a nerd. Instead of going on a punching barrage like many kids do...she cried and then ran for a teacher. That was the first real major time she was bullied and she didn't defend herself. Her parents were already never satisfied at home and seemed too busy in their work to ever care about her.

She had cried to a teacher and she had been reassured and given comfort. As a child it felt good at the time as her parents were called. When her parents were informed they came and picked her up. In the car it was when Senshi noticed something about her parents. It was odd to be honest. They looked greatly dissapointed almost as if they were ashamed and in the car they spoke to Senshi. "Senshi! I can't believe you just let a girl cut your hair and get away with it! You have to be able to take care of yourself and stand up or else people are going to walk all over you! What you did was just...absolutely pathetic." Did her family not realize that she was being walked over right now by them? Or did they not care if they did it and wanted her to stand up to everyone except them?

To the young third grader at the time...that was more than enough to send her back into tears bawling into her palms. Her own parents were ashamed of her because of the way she was. Her parents began to argue about her just bursting out bawling and how they were raising her. She had just curled up in the back seat not wanting to exist. The void in her heart was something she just felt grow and grow as time progressed. It was bad through her elementary and worse in her middle school. However, Highschool and Collage was when things improved.

Musuhina may have noticed that the redheaded girl seemed to have been in deep thought. Senshi was busy thinking of how she used to be beaten, called names, or generally ignored. Senshi was afraid of being rejected now or going through a similar experience as her youth. Senshi was reflecting her past experience to now. Because of the ridicule, the shame, the neglect, and the actions of others in her past; it effected her now. It made her the somewhat shy and timid girl she is today. She stutters here and there and has a difficult time conveying messages to people when she lacks confidence or fears them. Then when she does convey a message, she worries and fears people's reactions. The only reason why she wasn't a complete mess in front of Musuhina was because she analyzed that she seems to be a kind and understanding person. Hopefully Senshi was right.

Senshi would look obviously nervous and a bit frightened in front of Mushina. She was currently sitting looking down at the floor instead of Musuhina. She looked so insecure about herself almost as if a single insult would cause her to shrink and dissapear. This in a sense was true but yet false. If it were coming from a random stranger it would have a different effect on her rather than what she feels now. Senshi had grown to the point where she will defend herself; at least more than she used to. Senshi's smile had dissapeared as she was all serious about this.

[Musuhina Kesshino]

"Alright then that ought to do it, unless if there are a few that I missed." Musuhina said as she sat in a nearby chair. She took out a few  teabags of herbs along with some hot water she'd prepared nearby. She took a few berries as well before crushing them, letting juices empty into the cup. Then she put a teabag into the warm water before setting it on the table.

"There you go, that should be a decent pick-me-up." And on a whim she even decided to make herself some as well after opening a window for some fresh air. She let out a relaxed sigh as she felt the cool wind on her face before sitting down. "Ah~ much better. So what's your name? In case if you're going to have another accident I might as well know."

Musuhina took out a book of her regular patients, or rather, the ones that she would have. She also took out a log that she had prepared to record her different job activities and the other patients that she'd seen, as well as what their afflictions were. While she waited she started drinking her tea again while playing with her messy black hair. She wondered if her excitement was starting to get to her at this point.

Her odd habits did have a tendency of showing this even if she didn't want them to. The whole situation definitely took her back to her life in the Rukongai when she was studying her father's work. The hot and dry air coupled with page after page of medical knowledge as her father took care of each person that came in while she read. And all the while she was listening to every detail of their conversations.

Eventually she snapped out of her little flashback. Her eyes darted around the sun filled room for a bit before chuckling nervously. "Hmm? Oh your quite welcome, and to my knowledge, no, there isn't a cost for my services." she pursed her lips for a moment in thought before continuing. "Though as for more severe injuries, I'm not certain. And besides you don't have to thank me for anything, I'm just doing my job." 

At her request, Musuhina managed to get the girl's name as she grabbed a glass of water for her. She dropped in four ice cubes to make it colder before saying "I hope you don't mind me calling you Senshi for short." she placed the ice water beside Senshi before sitting down and giggling to herself "Though the lunch you mentioned does sound nice." She grew rather concerned when she noticed  Senshi deep in thought, and after she shrunk she gently patted her head.

"Though judging from your compulsion to pay me back, I don't think I have much of a say in the matter." she said with a generous smile. And for what Musuhina had in mind, and from what she thought, she could definitely find a way to pay Senshi back for her kindness as well. "Hmm alright then, I suppose I managed to take care of your wounds." She sat up and placed her hand gently on Senshi's shoulder "Lets see if your muscles have fully recovered from the healing process. Meet me out back on the practice field."

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

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Senshi had seen her fellow Shinigami stand up and begin to make some sort of herbal tea from the water that was there. How Senshi loved to enjoy a nice cup of tea. Senshi had smiled as she would take the cup and would bow her head slightly. "Arigato Musuhina-San. I enjoy tea very much." She had taken a sip as she enjoyed the taste the drink gave her. As Musuhina had made a cup for herself and had opened a window, Senshi savored the taste of her drink. She didn't feel much pain anymore as her pain was relieved.

A cool breeze had blown into the room as Senshi had closed her eyes slowly sipping her beverage. Tea was meant to enjoy not to drink down right away. The breeze was pleasant as Senshi had been training ever since the early morning until she had arrived at the barracks. It had seemed that Musuhina Kesshino was in thought as the young Shinigami had observed her. Perhaps she was contemplating her past as Senshi had been mere moments ago.

Senshi was rather thankful to know that there was no cost for getting healed. She wouldn't know how she would have dealt with a large bill being sent her way. True, her barracks had sheltered her and the soul society had fed her, but money was essential anywhere...even in the afterlife. It seems that money was everwhere...next thing she knows, Hollows are using money.

As Senshi had requested, a nice cool glass of water had been provided to her as well as Senshi had took it gratiously. "I hope you don't mind me calling you Senshi for short." Senshi had smiled as she looked to the floor before regaining eye contact. "Not a problem Mushina-San. Although...if you'd like most people call me Crimson...because of my hair. I don't like the nickname all the much but it is growing on me.

As she had accepted Senshi's lunch invitation and had patted her head, she had smiled slightly looking into Mushina's eyes. Senshi was surprised that Musuhina had accepted. "Hmm alright then, I suppose I managed to take care of your wounds." As Musuhina's hand touched Senshi's shoulders, she had blushed slightly not used to people touching her. It was then that she looked into Musuhina's eyes before quickly finishing her drinks. Musuhina had spoken.

Apparently she wanted to see if Senshi's muscles had recovered. What did Musuhina have in plan for her? Senshi had seen the soul reaper leave as Senshi had quickly put the cups away before meeting up with Musuhina in a training ground. It looked virtually like any other training barracks, but she wondered exactly what Musuhina wanted her to do. Was she going to test Senshi? What did Musuhina have planned in this place? Were they going to train together?

Senshi had looked to her comrade as a variety of thoughts would be moving through her head. She said she wanted to see if her muscles were all healed. It was then that Senshi understood. What a better way to heal than a battle between blades. Senshi honestly had never clashed blades with another soul reaper before. Perhaps it would be a good experience for her. Hopefully it wouldn't end badly. She didn't want to hurt anyone and she didn't want to get hurt. Many of her comrades had felt that if she were to clash blades, they might get sent flying backwards in the academy. That was absurd! Right?

Senshi Odayakama wasn't the most skilled swordsman. Her style revolves around following the movement of her enemies and then dodging their attacks. She was like water. If water goes into a cup, it will become the cup. If water goes into a vase, it will turn into a vase. Water is flexible, but also water can crash down onto her enemies. Odayakama Senshi's sword style also leaves little opening for attacks as she wastes no movements and only follows the enemies own. Her sword style has a balance of defense, offense, and movement.

However, this sword style while strong in theory hadn't been well tested. Senshi had never personally had much combat whatsoever. Personally, her skills were lacking on terms of experience and knowledge. She was skilled enough with a blade so that she wouldn't stumble and trip like an idiot and she was an analytical person. She wouldn't be so easily caught in an attack. Senshi was a slim and petite girl but also flexible. Her martial arts also complements her sword style tremendously. It was a martial art created by Japan although it lacked popularity.

The art of Aikido. This martial art was the belief that motions of the body and the weapon would work in combat as your weapon is simply an extension of oneself. Aikido not only is a hand to hand martial art, but is also known as a style for weaponry. One must be flexible to know this art and must be able to have a strong and disciplined mind. Senshi wasn't a master in the art although she would say she was beyond a novice level. She would suppose she could call herself an intermediate. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of a fighter Musuhina was.

Senshi was not easily going to be a push over as she has big hopes for her future. She aims to become the future captain of her squad seeing the position seems to be empty. Now that she speaks about it, she noticed she hadn't seen any seats nor Vice Captain in command. It could be that she just hadn't met them yet, but what were the chances of such a thing? Senshi's goal is to become a powerful Shinigami to cause a great change in the Soul Society. While she lacks power and experience at the moment, she has determination.

Power was something that Senshi realized that she needed, but was also something that must be guided. With great power comes great responsibility they said. Senshi had planned on becoming a powerful captain not only to change Soul Society in general, but also to gain recognition and happiness in the soul society. When she first had died, she had entered one of the crowded areas of Rukongai. Living spaces were cramped, violence was at an all time high, people were commonly killed, and for those with abnormally high spiritual energy compared to normal humans...starved. She unfortunately was one of those people.

She had originally become a Shinigami not only to improve her own life, but to improve the life of others. She wanted to improve the living style and to influence the world as she knew it. It was through her training that she had met her first true friend, Kenji Fujitora. She would think of him now for a moment before diverting her thoughts. She was side tracking too much. It was time to listen to what Musuhina-San had to say. She didn't want to seem disrespectful or anything like that by appearing to be out of thought. Senshi had entered her sword stance taking her sword out of her scabbard expecting a dual between swords.

[Musuhina Kesshino]

Musuhina slowly pulled her zanpakuto out of it's scabbard before gently laying it on the ground. She faced her patient, Senshi, before taking a deep breath. She hadn't exactly had an actual fight with someone before, even if it was just a sparing match. She was utterly inexperienced. 

She collected to herself, recalling her fighting style, and memorizing the patterns of her preferred movements. She wasn't much of a head on fighter, especially due to her focus in healing. She made it a habit of fighting as if she was dancing, working with her opponent's momentum instead of against it. Her style treated the battlefield like a stagnant ocean that become more and more chaotic as time went on. Working with the tide instead of stubbornly smashing at it.

She dodged and danced around her enemies in a graceful manner before making her move. Waiting until they made a mistake to strike at the critical moment. She also made a habit of working in quick sidesteps with flicks of her blade to push her imaginary foe's sword back for an opening. With her fighting style collected in her head she made a few notes of her body to make sure she was ready.

Musuhina kept her knees slightly bent to allow sudden propulsion or comfortable guarding. Her arms were steadied rather nicely in her opinion, with the scabbard in her hands only moving when she breathed. She kept her grip light while making sure she had a solid stance that gave her a decent amount of defense. Her eyes shifted up to her sparing partner, examining her with as much detail as she could.

A lot like Musuhina's, Senshi's stance seemed rather passive, but sturdy. She also saw a good bit of determination in her eyes as well along with, what appeared, to be quite troubled. All of this was reflected in her mannerisms, or at least to Musuhina's knowledge. From the shyness all the way to her tendency to apologize, even for things that Musuhina was supposed to do when it came to her life's work. Though as for the determined side of her; it was clearly shown in what she came here for, and judging by the look in her eyes, it was clearly about to be shown right now.

"In this sparring match we're only going to use our scabbards, for the sake of our zanpakuto. Given my focuses in the healing arts, along with my inexperience, I know that if we were to go all out with our zanpakuto you would win, no contest. Granted it probably won't make much of a difference, but hey, at least one of us won't have a broken sword once it's all over. Then again just keep in mind, this is only a simple sparring match to see if all your muscles and tendons are in order."

"And if they aren't then well..." a sly grin creeped across Musuhina's face for a moment "I guess we'll have to try again until we get it." Musuhina bit her lip and focused her eyes on Senshi as the grin dissipated. Side to side, and step by step she circled her opponent, watching her like a hawk. "You'd better react quickly or this'll be over fast, ready when you are."

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

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Odayakama Senshi had found her fellow Shinigami's challenge a bit odd but she would comply as she would carefully place her treasured sword onto the floor. She knew that as Musuhina was a member of the medical squad, she couldn't be much of a fighter. It had been said by many numerous other squads that Squad 4 is the only one that is not permitted to fight. She would be interested though on how strong Mushina was and what her capabillities were.

Senshi had heard her opponent's remark of how they may have to patch her up again if she was injured. As her opponent had circled around her, she had kept her eyes focused on Musuhina. Her fighting style was somewhat similar to hers, but the difference was that Senshi's was an actual martial art that was also a sword style. Senshi had felt a cool breeze blow through her hair as the blue eyed girl would eye Musuhina. It was almost time to strike.

It seemed that Musuhina was the type to wait for her enemies to make the first move. This is at times an unwise decision...especially when surrounded. One step, two steps, three step, and four. As Senshi had been circled, Senshi had channeled Reiatsu to her feet. What a better way to test if she had recovered other than a Shunpo? It was then that Senshi had looked her opponent straight in the eyes before seemingly having vanished.

Senshi would then reappear right in front of the medic as she had superior speed and would aim an overhead swing downwards with her left hand. In reality, this was just a distraction. Senshi had swung downwards intending her to block as Senshi had superior speed. If Musuhina were to block the scabbard of her sword with her own, suddenly she would feel Senshi's right leg sweep Mushina's own legs under her. She should fall straight onto her back if she was successful.

Senshi would then tower over Musuhina before suddenly kneeling on top of her legs to pin them down, free hand pinning her sword arm as her scabbard would be held to Musuhina's throat. "I believe that I-I win M-Musuhina-San. I'm sorry about that." The young Shinigami would give her a shy look as she would then proceed to get off of her. Senshi had felt bad for suddenly attacking her opponent like that.

Senshi would wonder if perhaps Musuhina would like a rematch. Senshi was not physically astute compared to most Shinigami. Senshi's duty was to go out to the battlefield while Musuhina's duty was apparently healing those wounded in duty. Senshi had found it understandable that Musuhina would lose so fast. Obviously, Senshi had made a full recovery from her wounds. She hoped that although Musuhina had lost, she wouldn't hold any prejudice torwards Senshi for it.

"G-Gomenosai. Please forgive me! I wasn't meaning to make you unhappy! The young redhead had brushed off her clothes as she had walked to her blade picking it up. Perhaps Musuhina would like to combat her through hand to hand or some other method. Senshi had been rather curious about the combat capabillities of the medics of Squad 4. Senshi's speed and strength had been superior to Musuhina throughout that brief moment of combat. Senshi had then slowly slid her blade back into it's sheath.

Senshi had been a shinigami for...maybe over a year...almost two. She had been training rigorously seeing she hadn't been expected to do very much as a unseated officer. She had patrolled once in the human world and had patrolled; dealing with hollows. She would think about asking her captain for another job like that. Experience is something that can only be gained by doing. No amount of training will give her experience. Perhaps it was time to let go of her fear of Hollows?

Odayakama Senshi would offer her hand to her fallen friend and would look sheepish. Perhaps she shouldn't have used the Shunpo. It would have been far more fun and entertaining if she were to fight on equal terms. Senshi Odayakama would have felt much better than before. Her wounds were healed, she had a nice cup of tea earlier, and she may have made a new friend. If Musuhina would not wish to fight with Senshi again, she may just take her out to lunch.

Senshi had analyzed that Musuhina's stances revolved around avoiding an enemies attacks. The method is much like her own, but the downfall of that method is when your opponent is father than oneself. Senshi in this case was quite a bit faster than her fellow Shinigami using the Shunpo to complement. Odayakama Senshi had spent much time investing into her speed and her spiritual abillities as Hollows are naturally known to exceed the strength of Shinigami. Trying to beat a Hollow in brute strength wasn't likely...at least in her mind.

Odayakama Senshi would have loved to see what Musuhina could have done however in combat. Perhaps they should have at rematch. Senshi should have fought more fairly as it would test how well she faired against a swordsman. The weapons they used were their sheaths. Why did she say her blade might get broken? Or was she implying Senshi's blade would be broken by her feet? Senshi would contemplate that while time seemed to freeze for a moment. It was then she snapped back into reality quickly realizing something.

Where was Senshi going to take her friend out to for lunch? She knew there were a few good restaraunts around in Soul Society. What kind of food did Musuhina enjoy? Noodles? Seafood? Meat? Vegetarian? The various options had made Senshi think. Senshi was a very modest person who enjoyed the simple things in life at times. She knew of a restaraunt that served simple but filling dishes. Miso Soup, grilled fish, and some side dishes. Maybe she should take Musuhina there?

Yes that had to be it. Surely that is the best place to take her friend for their first meal. Then, thoughts of her friend wanting something higher classed came into mine. What if she wasn't happy with the selection that Senshi made? Perhaps she should let her friend choose where we wants to eat? That sounded like the best solution to the redhead as she would turn her attention back to Musuhina to see her reactions.

[Musuhina Kesshino]

Musuhina had kept her eyes focused on Senshi, watching her body tense slightly as she prepared to attack her. Her body in return tensed in preparation to defend herself, but before she knew it, Senshi had disappeared for a flat second right in front of her. Out of shock, Musuhina's eyes widened when her patient reappeared right in front of her to deliver the first strike of the match. Reacting as quickly as she could, she moved her scabbard to block the strike and letting it slide right past her.

The shock was gone about as fast as it had arrived with the attack barely brushed to the side. Sadly Musuhina didn't realize Senshi had already made her second attack. She was caught off guard as Senshi swept her feet right from under her, causing Musuhina to fall flat on her back with a thud. "Omf! Hehe..not bad, not bad at all." she said, giggling to herself as she picked herself off of the ground.

As Musuhina dusted the dirt off of her she smiled for a moment as she sheathed her zanpakuto back into it's scabbard where it belonged. "Oh relax you've got nothing to be sorry for, Hell I'd prefer it if you didn't hold back. Truth of the matter is; if you can use a shunpo properly like that then that must mean that your leg muscles are all good for the moment. And due to that quick strike you made I can see that at the very least your left hand is doing just fine."

"Just keep practicing your shunpo at least once for a couple of days to be extra sure alright? And try not to push yourself to hard next time." she said as she gently patted the top of Senshi's head. "With my current knowledge I won't be able to heal anything that's more serious than what you came here with today." Musuhina sighed gently as she started to walk back inside of the barracks. "Either way though, I'm not sure whether to hope you come back here by being injured, or to have you not be injured and not come back at all."

With a sound defeat and a successful first day on the job, Musuhina smiled to herself as she sat under a tree with plenty of shade. She laid back while holding her zanpakuto closely to her as she relaxed, letting the cool breeze and hot air brush against her. For a while, her mind wandered, dreaming of the times when she'd be needed the most. She could practically see all the wounds she would mend along with the thankful faces that would greet her when she would do her job correctly.

Then again, her dreams became a reality today. Starting today she would move on from simply stitching wounds and bandaging them, to mending them with her own power. This was what she craved, medical knowledge along with a desire to heal others. This was her job, and she knew that she loved every single second of it.

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

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Odayakama Senshi had listened to Musuhina's advice and would comply as it's more about her well being. She had smiled shyly and had bowed in respect and through politeness. "Hai. I promise I won't abuse myself when training again. Or at least...I'll try not to." Senshi had been most surprised that her new friend hadn't mind being beaten like the way she was.

Senshi's face had turned pink and then crimson like her hair as she was pat on the head. Odayakama Senshi had looked to the ground shyly feeling awkward in some ways. What Musuhina had said next had caused Senshi to return to her normal shade of white. Is what she said meaning that she was undetermined on if Senshi and her were friends or not? Senshi would rush to get her feeling across.

Before Musuhina would leave, Senshi would call out. "M-Maybe we can get lunch another time. My treat. Come to the barracks of squad eight whenever you like and we can go out...between us girls." Senshi honestly appreciated Musuhina helping her and as such wants to become a good friend to her. Odayakama Senshi after delivering her message had begun to walk off.

Senshi had exited Squad Four's barracks and had left to the general Seireitei. Senshi had thought of her own dreams and ambitions for a moment. Senshi instead of imagining being a heroine that is cheered for when entering combat had instead thought of sonething else. Senshi had imagined a different version of soul society. Senshi had pondered this as she walked.

Step after step...the vision was clearer as she saw the soul society as it was now. The Seireitei was a luxury that not many had the chance to have. She would remember the miserable days she spent living in the Rukongai...the living standards were dreadful. In a place where there were so many people, she had never felt more alone. It may have been because of her shy personallity, but those around her help make it worse.

The young woman had seen when she first arrived at soul society that people were cruel and callous at times. Fights commonly broke out within the Rukongai. Living spaces were cramped, some starved to death due to having abnormal spiritual energies, some resorted to theft or violence, and clothes were a treasure. She had a wider vision for the future. Senshi was going to change Rukongai if at all possible. Perhaps there would be a way to expand territory for the Soul Society so that living spaces would improve? Most likely with the nobles and Hierarchy of the Soul Society, her dream may take a very long long time. However, if she were to become the supreme captain...she may make some differences.

Senshi may have had a big goal, but it was a goal to her that was worth pursuing. Senshi wanted to be someone who wanted something of a democracy instead of a Hierarchy in Soul Society. Because of the system of nobles, dukes, lords, and kings; common folk suffered. Senshi was a student who had studied the law ever since a young age seeking to be a politician...or to join the system of the law. She's rather experienced.

Even when she had died and come to Soul Society, she had continued to study the law. She had believed that although yes a democracy had it's problems, a hierarchy was a worse thing to have. The nobles were at times corrupted and only cared of their own benefit debatablely. What else is that they have privileges that give them power...just from their title. Senshi as a commoner in Soul Society wanted to prove that a name is not power...it is the strength behind it.

[Amagai Kuchiki]

87 paragraphs (since 3 line paragraphs count for half the TP value), 430 CTP for Crimson, 215 SP to Musuhina