Reporting! (R/JT/Open to 10th squad.)

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

As Hotaru finished speaking to both of her subordinates commenting on how marvelous the Soulbind that her vice captain had managed to create was and wishing to test it out herself an individual would walk into sight through the doorway of the room. Both Arantima and Miranda would have no clue who the for the most part average looking guy was in the doorway. There were a few distinct characteristics about him. The biggest and easiest to notice was a black eye patch covering his right eye. Other than that though he looked mostly normal despite the fact that something about him was off. He was wearing a black suit with a red vest beneath the coat and red tie that had black flower designs on it. If either of them focused for a moment though on him they'd realize what felt so weird. He was a Quincy.

"Testing out the limitations of your Vice Captain's new technique yourself Captain Kuchiki." The man smirked speaking as a matter of fact to what he had just heard. It made sense Asmoskon had done the same thing many a time to his own subordinates and even family members. It was natural for a trainer or superior to want to see just what their subordinates could do in order to plan accordingly for when the time of battle would be upon them. "Mind if I watch?" Asmoskon shifted to a gentle smile as he looked towards his wife. He'd bow his head slightly after asking permission not wishing to step upon the rank that his wife had worked so hard for. In Soul Society she was a Captain and in the barracks she was a ruler. Although his wife or perhaps because of it Asmoskon would always show Hotaru the respect that he knew she deserved.

[Miranda Frost]

The soul-crushing pain enveloped Frost as the crystalline structures grew over her body. The further they reached the further her consciousness was pulled from her body until she saw nothing but the black of the void. So this was it, eh? The first day in a new squad and her life would was forfeit. For the first time in distant memory she was brought to the brink of desperation. In her desperation she brought out power she didn’t even know she had, yet those powers were too much for her body as she was. In her rush to gain power, she endangered herself.

She didn’t know how long she was there drifting in the dark of the void, but she wouldn’t have to wait long before her feet met the ground once more. It wasn’t the same ground as the one she was previously sparring upon. The cold, clean stone tiles held a smooth texture to them while the dry, grainy feel beneath Miranda’s feet spoke a different story. The dark veil would be lifted. The intense sun shining above pierced the darkness and banished it all away. She stood in the center of a grand coliseum and before her sat a magnificent golden throne with a behemoth of a man, albeit a half rotted one, sitting upon it.

“Yogure and...”, Miranda stated plainly, her hand reaching for her blade instinctively only to find it missing. Furthermore, Yogure wasn’t alone. A woman paler than Frost sat upon the steps, her back against Yogure’s leg. She turned to face frost with a pained expression. She stood and approached with frost encroaching the ground where ever she stepped. She stood before Miranda, glowing violet eyes staring deep into the steel of the one that dared to wield her. Her gaze was an analytical one as if she were sizing Miranda up. The spirit wasn’t impressed, not at all. “Towairaito.”

“I was hoping for a longer nap, but it seems like Yogure thought it would be a wonderful idea to give our glorious wielder my name prematurely.” She’ stepped closer to inspect her further, her ice cold gloves gripping firmly at her jaw. “What did you think would happen. You, who have been stuck at the level of a freshly graduated academy student for two years, decided it would be fine if you woke me from my beauty sleep. Frost… look…” She removed her hand from her jaw, uncovering what was now a coating of dead and frozen flesh. Miranda moved to touch the spot Towairaito had gripped and grimaced as the skin she touches flake and disintegrate into her hand.

Miranda gritted her teeth, her hands falling by her side, balled up into “What was I supposed to do? I had to show I was willing to do what it takes. I had to-”

“You had to what, exactly? Take uncalculated risks? Stray too far into uncharted territory and you're liable to get us both killed.”

“No. If I didn’t show them what I could do to the fullest, I would not be trusted in my entirety. I did what I could do and pushed myself at that moment to achieve something more.”, Miranda explained tiredly. Towairaito held a soft smile stretching across her face. Her eyes were no longer on Miranda but at the being of golden light that materialized at Frost’s side. She felt a claw rest upon her shoulder as the creature stared down Frost’s Zanpakuto spirit. Towairaito sighed and turned away from Frost and began to walk away from her, apart from the light.

“I like you, Miranda Frost. Wake me up again when you’re ready. Otherwise, you may perish.”

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Frost awoke with her body face down on the tiled ground. Her body shifted, her hand pushing herself to her knees. Her body creaked and ached, the battle with her vice-captain had taken its toll on Miranda. With trembling hands she sheathed Yogure, forcing the rusted blade through despite its screeching protests. Frost chuckled to herself and used Yogure as a crutch to lift herself from the ground. Her hand moved to inspect the burn on her right shoulder. Her flesh was branded, charred to depict the visage of a scaled pattern. “Interesting,” she’d mutter, her eyes glancing towards the new one that entered.

Something about him was off. He certainly looked the part, but he was no shinigami; He was a Quincy. Her jaw tensed, and she moved to Dragon-sama’s side, her steel eyes scanning curiously over the man. The rumors were undoubtedly correct, Hotaru had married a human, a Quincy no less. As for what he said, his words did reveal that he hadn’t been watching for very long. They were only half right, the other half involving Miranda. If she wasn’t so drained, she might have spoken out about his presence, after all, weren’t Quincies and shinigami at odds with one another?

The problem with her opposition was the relationship with Hotaru. Undoubtedly her wisdom and judgment surpassed her own, given her level of expertise, not to mention their marriage to one another. Frost clenched her jaw and bit back the words that built in her throat, and her eyes drifted to avoid his own. Unconsciously she’d gravitate closer to Dragon-sama’s side, her hand clenching tightly around the worn finish of her sheath.

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima Looked over at the man who joined them out of seemingly nowhere. Arantima looked him over swiftly and with scrutiny, committing the mans appearance to memory swiftly. Arantima was currently holding an arm draped over his scarred torso guarding a darkening bruise that was forming from the center of his scar and growing outward, as if the source of the wound had hit him yet again but not so sharply.  He Was cradling himself as he walked along until he saw Miranda stand, shakily though it may be he saw her stand and let loose a proud smirk. He knew this one would do well, and that was going to bode well for the Test she would be faced with in the future, even if that test was put to her by himself.

It was obvious that he was wounded, but that was just how Tima fought, if he threw a punch and wasn't wounded it was boring. There was no point in winning if you never experienced your enemy at their fullest and their worst output.. Even if that meant allowing yourself to be hit just to feel them and their conviction, weighing it against your own and seeing who had the stronger resolve and conviction. That was how Arantima fought, he never went into a battle believing he was better or because he knew he was right. Battle was the determining factor, it was how warriors showed their souls to each other and showed who had the fiercer resolve.  However, There was a fundamental truth Arantima never prescribed to, there are simply those stronger than you somewhere.. Arantima Believed that so long as his resolve was strong enough and that he fought as the fiercest warrior he could not lose.

This was a man who had lost many times before, who had been beaten to within an inch of his life. Yet he stood here now still a fierce and staunchly resolved warrior, Vice captain of Squad 10 and Guardian of the Gate of Golden Streams in the West Seireitei. He Was Still learning to Master his Zanpakuto but he was well on the way of doing so. He Stood still and finally Deigned to speak after a long silence "I Don't believe we have ever met. I Am Arantima Aoire-Kawada.. And I would advise you to make less.. Vague statements. I just recently Had to use my technique to Help one of our newest members.. it might be taken to those who are in a vulnerable state as a slight to their current situation." Arantima's smile is warm but his gaze is hard, his gaze is always a hard one to return fully as he pours everything into it.

The Sleeping Dragon has Awoken and that is the kind of weight his gaze bears that of a Dragon whom had been asleep for far too long and now has things to do. The things are not the concern of anyone else, what ends up mattering to most is that they are staring into the eyes of a dragon who will not be delayed easily. He is like a living breathing tempest of Virtuous Light and Bloody murderous shadow that Twist and collide and shear at the world around him leaving him in the center of it all serenely watching and choosing which to exist within at any time moving between them like one breathes air. Right now he was in the middle, a grey being who could choose to be kind and merciful or could draw his blade and carve his name into the back of any being foolish enough to tilt the scale that direction. Yet for now he was all Smiles and warmth.. Smiles and warmth with a gaze that burned through souls like Dragons Fire.

[“Mizu Tsuraiko" Orina]

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"Mizu" had been a a bit late in her arrival. Her transfer had been finalized, and the news of her 'condition' was bnot so widespread that it had stopped the letter from arriving. While she was still incredibly weak an dtired, the fact that she was able to still move only spurred her. This was to be a very big event, a training not only between squad mates, but a bonding exercise. Even some of the others from the shino academy had made note of what an opportunity it was. She could not afford to allow her weak state to have her miss this. Which was why with the blessing of her doctors, she went to attend.

Admittedly she had been largely unaware of how incredibly huge the sereitei was. Even rolling herself around in her chair it took her a while, even longer with how easy it was t o get lost in such a place. Truly it was...dizzying. How many of her kind had perished just trying to get IN here? she didn't allow it to concern her, and she continued to sweat as she finally came upon the training field. She wasn't panting (Thank goodness) having taken frequent rests. What good would attending the training be if she showed up pooped out?

She noticed that it had already started, cursing the nurses for not waking her up sooner. With a quiet roll, she made her way in, managing to sneak in, keeping her presence supressed. Not that hard considering the spar that was taking place. She managed to move her chair over to some of the equiptment, and she felt another bead of sweat form on her brow. She was weak, very much so, normal life wasn't going to be an option for a bit. But a few hours of training? More than doable. She took a slow, steady breath and she focused, those pretty blue eyes locked on the ground infront of her.

Reaching up, she pulled herself out of her chair and her body trembled briefly, simply from the exertion. However once she was actually on her feet, she put on a smile. She was going to tire quickly, but she could do this. Turning, she bent down and retrieved her zanpaku'to, taking a brief moment to adjust her shinigami robes (she had never known just how airy these things were!) and then making her way to the circle. She had a bit of an odd gait, walking slowly eliminated it, kept her legs from shaking, but before long she was standing beside the others as the spar seemed to reach it's conclusion.

She regretted having missed it. In formation was very improtant to her, and getting to see the abilities of 'her fellow shinigami' was something she had been very much hoping for. already her left leg felt a little twitchy, but she ignored it for now. Her strength of will and perseverance were enough. She stood as tall as she could, and watched the commotion, trying to stay in the back for now. It was better if she wasn't noticed right away, as much as her looks would draw attention, she let her hand rest on her zanpaku'to and silently ran her fingers along it's handle thoughtfully. She had eaten the asauchi they'd given her in order to develop the techinque, thankfully it seemed to be working well enough so far.

She noticed several individuals worthy of special attention. First and foremost was the Captain. Even without having ever met the woman in person she knew them based on description alone. Several of her 'new squad mates' had already told her about the noblewoman. Less of them had mentioned Arantima, but more than she had expected. Apparently he was an odd one, even for a lieutenant. Of course she had neglected to pay much attention to the takl about him, and she admittedly was a little sad she hadn't. He seemed rather famous.

The third and fourth individuals of note were the new arrival the Lieutenant was speaking to, as well as a woman who seemed to have just finished sparring with them. Almost immediately she felt a flicker of vigor in her limbs, an anticipation. She wondered....should she volunteer to spar? She had noticed that the shinigami were rather fond of her resolve, her desire to do things herself. Evidently it was somewhat inspiring, so she did debate wether or not to make a note of herself here. After all, why come if she was just going to be a wall flower? With this in mind, she did step forward a little, not to the front, but at least closer ot it so that she could see better, and know when to put herself forward.

In truth? Her heart was hammering. She wasn't exhausted just yet, but her legs were feeling rather complainy. She had been a bit too compliant. Sure she had been social, but she hadn't gotten out of her bed much, not outside of the physical therapy. Could she really manage a bout? She would have to. Even if she collapsed halfway through it, she would have to. She was weak, and her reflexes were shot, but these were just spars, and she was among other fresh recruits. IT wasn't as if anybody would be speed-stepping around her, right? She straightened up and held her head up high.

"He's pretty impressive huh?" She paused, a little surprised by the voice until she turned and noticed another woman, a shinigami, a bit taller than she was, and blushing just a little. They nodded to Arantima's form and that smile widened. Mizu then realized that the woman was referring to the lieutenant's attractiveness. She took a glance at him. Adn she did have to admit. He did look tasty. He had nice meat on him. Not too lean, but not too fatty either. For just an instant she salivated, and then gave a shy smile to the woman beside her, lowering her own voice. "Oh um...yes."

Immediately that girl took on an amused look. Mizu's awkwardness coming off almost flawlessly as a girl who was simply shy about that sort of thing. Mizu wasn't sure what to think of it, but she was quickly forced to make up her mind as the girl gently pushed her forward. "you're pretty, you should volunteer to go next. Maybe he'll like you!" The woman whispered to her before giving her a shove. WAIT WHAT?! She felt herself stumble forward, just out in front of her other comrades and she felt her thighs scream at her as she struggled to stay upright, ALMOST eating dirt before she caught herself, and then suddenly stood straight back up again.

There was a peppering of chuckles, followed by the raising of some brows as she drew the attention of the other recruits, and Mizu found herself feeling torn. On one hand, she sorely wished that neither the Captain, nor the others that were upfront would have noticed her. But on the other hand, things were going well. This was all happening rather organically. She did not....expect someone to suspect her of having a crush on the vice captain, but for now it served her purposes. She felt her face burning with anxious embarrassment, and seeing that, several of her classmates smiled. Oh good lord...

"Erhem...um....Lieutenant. When exactly can we expect our blades to....take on a unique appearance?" THANKFULLY some of the other students had been talking about that in the back. Even if she hadn't been here for that particular portion, she could pretend as if she were, and hopefully he might take that as her being very studious, rather than just observant of her peers. And admittedly, it WAS something she was curious about. When WOULD it be the appropriate time to have her zanpaku'to "blossom" so to speak?

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

Hotaru was standing my her subordinate and Arantima, talking to him. She was extremely interested in this new 'soulbind' technique that he used. But, before she could speak more about it, or hear Arantima's answer, she heard a familiar voice. She started to smile as her husband talked to her, but she noticed that the shinigami around her with enough energy sensory, they were starting to realize that there was something off about him. Her smile vanished, since she was still in her division, and held up one finger. He would have to wait.

She waited until Miranda started to stir and slowly get up off the ground before she walked over to the man. "It's Captain Kuchiki-Masuaro, Mister Masuaro. But, you should take in a scene before you talk like that, at least when you're here in MY division." She playfully hit his shoulder, standing by him and looking over her division. It seemed that most of the shinigami here were uneasy about him, but she did notice that some visibly relaxed when they connected the last names and that she was standing next to them. Miranda, however, was standing close to Arantima, while he himself stood tall.

Before she got the chance to introduce him, Tima spoke up and introduced himself. What he said was truthful, Hotaru agreeing with him as he talked. She could tell that he was being friendly, but was definitely on guard against him. She cleared her throat before she spoke again. "TENTH DIVISION! I know some of you are wary about him, because of what you are sensing and I have to admit that I am surprised that he showed up. BUT! This is Asmoskon Masuaro, a Free Quincy and my husband. Now, I know that many of you will take issue with him here because of what he is."

"I will tell you right now that ANY ACTION AGAINST HIM WILL BRING MY WRATH UPON YOU! I WILL NOT ALLOW YOUR PREJUDICE ON HIS RACE TO THINK LESS OF HIM. HE HAS DONE NOTHING BUT FIGHT AGAINST THE VANDENREICH, OUR ENEMY! So, now all of you have seen for yourselves that the rumors are true. The next time he visits, I promise you that you will know about it so those who are bothered by him can leave." She turns around to face him. "Anata, thank you for coming here to visit. But, you HAVE to give me notice before you show up like that again. Especially if you want to come during my normal work hours. I could have been on a mission or any number of important missions/meetings. Also, you should listen to Arantima-fukataichou, he speaks the truth."

"We can talk more later, but I do appreciate your visit." She would smile towards him and then face her division again. She hoped what she said earlier would dissuade the others from doing anything stupid. It was at that moment that a girl was pushed through the crowd and looking rather sheepish. The girl was definitely adorable, but it seems like this happened because she wasn't as strong possibly? She gave her a quick once over before figuring out that her strength was not what it should be.

She looked around to one of her helpers and quickly motioned them over. She whispered to them to grab the file on her. She looked towards Asmoskon and told him very quietly to not talk before her assistant came back with a file. Stepping about a foot or so away so Asmoskon couldn't read what was in the file, she perused it quickly and it seemed like she had just gotten out of the hospital. So that was the reason why she looked so weak. She tried to quickly go over some of the particulars when she spoke.

It seemed that she wanted to know when she would get a Shikai release, which was followed by nods of agreement from others in the crowd. She shut the file, sending her assistant back in with it. She quickly walked up to Arantima and whispered in his ear, "It seems that this woman, Mizu, was just cleared for squad duties and released from the hospital today. Please keep that in mind when you answer." She then stepped away about two feet before she turned to him and spoke louder, "Well, Arantima-fukataichou, it seems like you're the one to answer this question. But, my invitation still stands if you need any examples, I'll be more than happy to help! Unless you want to bring out that 'soulbind' technique again, that was impressive!"

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Everything that went down over the next minute or so was pretty much what Asmoskon had been expecting to get when he decided to come visit Hotaru while she didn't have time off or was at the Kuchiki Manor. Seeing that there were some yet in truth not that many members of Hotaru's Division present was the only real shocker. He had been expecting at least a dozen different shinigami to be in the room while Hotaru as well as her Vice Captain were able to teach together. For a moment a feeling of jealousy washed over Asmoskon at the fact that his wife had a subordinate directly below her that acted like a right hand. He had subordinates and outside of Xcution his family was now fit enough to look after one another without him for at least two weeks yet in Xcution he had lost so much that he no longer had a right hand man.

There was still Kaze and some others that followed him specifically yet nowhere near as many as a few months ago. Combating the Vandenreich was becoming more and more difficult as time continued to flow. The reaction from the shinigami to his arrival was tame compared to so many others who grabbed their zanpakuto or prepared to cast of a kido. The shinigami present didn't seem very bad. Asmoskon smirked back at Arantima at his words. "We should've met some time ago. My name is Asmoskon Masurao. Thank you for helping Captain Kuchiki-Masurao." Asmoskon stood now straight meeting Hotaru's eyes as she spoke to him. Once she was done Asmoskon nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Will do Captain, If it's alright I'll simply observe."

[Miranda Frost]

Hearing her captain’s stern words washed away the burden of worry from Miranda’s shoulders. The order was all that she needed to hear to relax. Her trembling hands fumbled with her sheathed blade as she slipped it back into place beneath the white sash around her hip. She didn’t need to be told to know that her inclusion in the events as they were shown was over. She’d step back from her lieutenant and bowed gently, careful not to put any unneeded strain on her body. Frost felt fine but knew that any moment the structure that kept her upright would give up on her.

“Thank you, Lieutenant, for the sparring session and… well...”, she’d rise from her bow and move a hand over the brand over her left shoulder, covering the scale pattern there. Her fingers rested in the grooves of the brand, nestled against the superficial wound the burn cauterized. It was still so hot to the touch, but not uncomfortably so. Her early release had nearly killed her, a burn such as this was a small price to pay. “helping me out. I was a bit brash and… impatient. Perhaps I’ll be able to do more than miss my target next time.”

Frost turned to rejoin the rest of the unseated, her weight held up by her zanpakuto. She’d take a step forward to see another pushed forward from the group. Miranda paused to examine her, having never seen her in the hours before this meeting. Frost reckoned she would have remembered, after all that shade of blue as a hair color wasn’t something so familiar from what she had witnessed. She looked a bit rough, but her beauty still wasn’t anything to scoff at. It was almost unnatural, even. Frost smiled slightly, nodding her head to her as she passed by. Mizu had to heal up soon, after-all she was more than what she appeared if Frost’s hunches were to be believed.

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima moves his arm away from the bruising on his chest and gesture towards the scar that was growing bruise colored as the moments went on. He Bowed slightly towards Hotaru and smirks as he rises up "The Soul bind technique..  Has Very drastic Drawbacks my Captain. The least of all being the Physical strain imparted on the body after you stop resonating with your Zanpakuto Spirit. I Would always be willing to Spar my Captain, however if we did start this Battle I would ask that it be left to Straight Hakuda and Sword Skills.. There is a Severe weakness in my Soulbind that your Zanpakuto Accentuates that I would rather reveal to you in private. However allow me to first answer this question!" He Looks over towards Asmo when he says that Not only him but To Miranda and The other shingami around. He Looks around and the look on his face is caution Not only caution in showing the power of such a technique and drawing new minds to such dangers but also the competitive nature of the seireitei.

He Smiles and Turns to the rest of Gathered Shinigami, keeping his right arm draped over the Bruise that seems to have turned a deep black now. He Gestures to All of those that have gathered around and waves around to Gather closer "When you will discover the name of your swords.. this is a question I Asked myself when I was in your position. However Today was a lesson in the reason for pacing your training. Miranda Has demonstrated the dangers of forcing your soul to do things that it is not yet ready for. You Only need to keep your soul open and ready to listen for its name.. You will learn to Call out the name of your Zanpakuto when your soul is ready for it. If You push it and force it out you will break yourself." He Spreads his hands in a welcoming Gesture, bowing slightly towards All that are present.

[“Mizu Tsuraiko" Orina]

Mizu blinked as the man explained himself. Ah, so it really didn't seem to have any particular timeline. But even so, she glanced around, thankfully she got a few looks, but nobody seemed keen to address her other than to answer her question. She supposed she should be thankful for that. She gave a sheepish smile and a nod. "R-right. Thank you sir." she murmured softly before promptly backing into the ranks of the unseated to move herself back out of the spotlight. Having people look at her made her nervous, and she felt much better once she was further in the back once again, giving her friend a sock in the shoulder as they stifled a giggle.

She supposed it was a good enough answer, but she was a little ashamed of herself. She had been a little cowardly just now. Sure it was natural, and indeed it may even be normal, but she did feel a bit....anxious about it. These shinigami intimidated her greatly, more than she had expected. She almost wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But of course, that as impossible, despite her nerves she had to persevere. Just.....just for now....perhaps she would be a bit more of a spectator than a do-er. And then that bitch grabbed her wrist and raised it into the air. Mizu blinked, a little shocked when her arm was raised, struggling, but failing to break their grip, though they removed it on their own and spoke out. "Could we perhaps do some more spars?" They called out, and Mizu gave them a horrified look.

WHY?! She immediately considered perhaps working toward retribution to this woman at some point, and it was then that she realized that her hand was still in the air, which she pulled back down as soon as she noticed it, her face as bright and pink as could be. She turned to look to the woman that had spoken up and found herself blinking in surprise. They were...gone? For a moment she wondered if they had simply run, but there was some sort of ink on the floor where they had just been. Only a few small droplets. What the? She suddenly found herself wondering if the girl had actually been a recruit. But looking to the number of people now looking right at her, she did feel a little anxious. Well shit.

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

Hotaru watched how the event played out before her. It seemed that Miranda was sorry for what happened, but she really shouldn't be. It is true that her Zanpaktou was released before she was ready, but she now knows what the feel is like to gain that kind of power. Now that she has a taste for it, it would make it easier for her to work hard towards being prepared to learn her Zanpaktou's name. It was when she walked away that she got to see Arantima after what he did. She winced in sympathy.

The bruise that was growing and before she could say anything, he started to explain how the Soulbind technique affected him. It seemed that there was an immense physical drain when you resonated with your Zanpaktou spirit, which makes some sort of sense. He would be willing to spar, just no releases. It seemed that Hotaru's power shows the weakness in his technique. She didn't blame him to wait until they were alone for him to explain it to her. The division didn't need to know a weakness that the second ranked member of the squad had.

She took a step back while he answered the question. Damn, he was good at making speeches. It made her happy that he was here, so he could use his fancy words and do a lot of the announcements, leaving Hotaru to do behind the scenes work and let the division know of the major issues that were happening. Once he was done, she walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder. "Great answer, Arantima-fukataichou! I also believe that I heard someone mention doing more sparring? Of course! Break out into pairs to continue sparring."

Turning towards Arantima, she would lean in and whisper to him, loud enough for only him to hear. "I didn't see your injury Tima-san. Our spar can wait and I don't want you injured more than you already are. Maybe oversee some of these spars. I'm going to check on Miranda-san and then probably knock some of the rust off by sparing with Asmo. Thank you for what you did and I now understand what you saw in her. Just be careful and don't do anything too reckless please."

Leaning back up to standing, she would smile towards him, give a nod and then walk over to Miranda. People had already started to pair up, but she noticed Miranda immediately, still leaning on her zanpaktou. "Hello, Miranda-san! The spar was definitely interesting to watch and it seems that when you're ready, your power will be interesting, using ice like that. Now, do you need to go to Squad 4? I can have someone help you there. Or, you are more than welcome to stay and watch or go back to your bunk to rest. I just want to make sure that you're okay and don't get hurt more than you are."

She would wait, waiting to hear what Miranda would say. If she wanted to go to Squad Four, she would grab the fifth seat to escort her there, telling her that she needs to stay and observe or else she would take her there herself. If she decided to watch or rest in the barracks, she would nod and tell her to call to her if she needed anything. After that was done, she would then walk over to her husband, standing next to him and watching the pairs spar. She would lean over towards him, keeping her eyes on her division, as she started to whisper in his ear.

"So, I know that you don't want to spend your entire time here just watching my division work. I would spar with the Vice Captain, but that weird technique he used took a lot out of him. I don't want to push him too far to the point he would get injured. But, since you're here, would you be willing to spar with me? We can't go full out, since I don't want your arrows to injure anyone here. I would also still need to keep an eye on them while they train, but I have seated officers that can help me with that. What do you say? One quick, low key sparring session right now? We can always have a full on spar later, and I can show you my Bankai." She would then stand up straight, waiting for him answer while watching her division spar.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

The training that Hotaru was putting her subordinates through was a method of her own or perhaps how most shinigami trained their own. The thought that perhaps that was why the rank and file shinigami weren't impressive crossed Asmoskon's mind in a moment of arrogance towards his own subordinates and race. Mentally pushing the thought away Asmoskon felt ashamed for a moment having such a thing even appear in his mind. Such were the thoughts of the Vandenreich and the corrupt believes that stemmed from the Emperor. Despite everything even now he could still feel the influence of the Emperor within himself something that he always has and will remain to submerge for as long as he exists.

Division Ten the section of Soul Society's military that his wife directly oversaw was responsible for defending Soul Society primarily as opposed to other Divisions which while they shared the same goal and duty had other purposes as well. As he watched how Hotaru interacted with them all it became clear to Asmoskon that despite everything the both of them had been through since Hotaru had been in the place of her subordinates now, he was still the hard one. He didn't teach his subordinates in the same way and never had unless they were family. He was strict, harsh and rough pushing his subordinates to strive towards perfection or at the bare minimum exceptional results. So many had learned the hard way that in order to combat those that truly possessed power they needed to become power themselves and throw away a piece of themselves in the process.

Lost in his own thoughts for what felt like hours a mixture of emotions in a state of flux throughout his soul Asmoskon finally snapped out of it when he heard the word uttered from his wife. "Bankai." raising his head up Asmoskon looked to Hotaru it would be obvious to all the shinigami how he had looked before his attention was now on the same thing as all of them. A happy couple that had just returned from their honeymoon recently yet neither of them in truth knew if the others true strength. Asmoskon had never seen Hotaru's bankai something which in truth he now realized was rather important. He'd have to make a point to her later that both of them should inform the other of their true might.

Only a few moments later Hotaru came over to him and began to speak asking if he'd be game to spar against her here for a multitude of reasons. One of which was simply so that he wouldn't be bored worth watching over the training of shinigami that were below a seated officer level. That didn't matter much to Asmoskon though he was used to it. What was interesting was the idea of sparring against his wife while in the presence of her division. One thing caught him off guard for a moment. The idea that Hotaru believed his arrows could even hit her subordinates. Only that which was a target would ever be struck by one of his arrows something his wife should know, he'd have to tease her about that later.

Standing up with a grin across his face. "Alright I suppose everyone here could benefit from seeing a Quincy fight. This is the heart of Soul Society's defense so if any of the shinigami should know how to face off against Quincy it's all of you. While it won't be as exciting without the prospect of your Bankai I can't turn down a spar against one of the few that have beaten me in the last. To make it fair I won't use my true power either. So whenever you want to begin let's show everyone just what a battle involving a Captain is like." Asmoskon felt like he was instructing his own subordinates for a moment yet more than that just felt happy with his wife beside him.

[Miranda Frost]

“If you push it and force it out you will break yourself” Tima’s words bounced aimlessly through Miranda’s mind. It was a valuable lesson to be learned beforehand, but she didn’t have that luxury. Her lieutenant had made an example out of her which brought the question of whether or not the spar had actually ended or not. His words were many, but each pounded down on her wounded spirit. Her hand tightened around the pommel of her zanpakuto, her nails digging into the softened leather wrapped around its hilt. Then again, wasn’t that what training was for? She was but a soft iron waiting to be molded into hardened steel. This process would be required for all levels of her development, it’d seem.

Out of the corner of her eye, she’d spot her captain approaching. Frost didn’t know why she felt so surprised at her Captain’s warm demeanor. Hotaru-taichou had displayed a certain affection for her division as if the men and women under her were her own children. Miranda’s jaw tensed, her eyes of silver unable to connect with those of her captain’s. How was she to respond to her kindness? Should she take the offer and be escorted out? What then? Sure squad 4 would ease her pain and help to bring her back to full strength, but something about that path seemed too easy.

“M-my apologies, Hotaru-sama, I would like to stay. There is enough strength for me to stand yet.”, She stammered, putting more of her weight onto her sheathed blade, ironically enough. Her body was drained, her flesh was numb in various parts of the body where her Zanpakuto’s influence had lingered, and burns lined the places that had only barely touched Towairaito’s crystalline growths. The smart move probably would have been to be escorted down to squad 4’s medical suites, but Miranda wasn’t the smartest pretzel in the cookie jar. She was content with letting her body recover on its own, if at all possible. Besides, if she left, she’d miss the show that was about to occur.

[“Mizu Tsuraiko" Orina]

Bringing Senka to Proficient

Mizu let out a gentle sigh of relief as it seemed that she wouldn't have to spar any of the powerful seated officers. She rubbed the back of her head and began to look around at the others in the group. It was a rather interesting group after all. And perhaps she should spend the time to actually learn something? She thought about a few of the shinigami moves she knew about and decided that perhaps she should go with something faster? She knew that her ability to replicate a high-speed technique was limited, especially with how slow they would be, but even so, wouldn't that just mean that she'd have better control over them? Rolling her shoulders and swallowing, she moved off to the side and looked at one of the training dummies.

She reached up and lightly tapped against the thing, making note of how sturdy it was as she let her mind wander just a little. She remembered a technique she had heard about, a technique most closely associated with a noble house. It seemed that all the officers were....well mostly focused on making sure that the rest of the class was doign their own thing. Really they all seemed to be grouping off, meaning that Mizu was by herself. She couldn't help but smile just a little bit, aware that no doubt SOME of her squadmates would be watching. Different parts of her, depending on who it was, of course.

She took a moment to visualize the technique. The motion of her body through each and every part of it. She knew enough about step techniques to know the general form, and her eyes slowly closed as she sheathed her blade at her hip. She gently ran her fingers along the handle of it, getting a FEEL for the zanpaku'to as she took slow, steady breaths. She slowly moved her hand, but did not draw the blade, slowly going through the motion of drawing it, sweeping it out, and then returning it. she did not go through the precise stabbing motion, but rather a more general flow. She repeated this several times. After all, the stepping was the easy part right? All the difference was in the arm motion in the midst of the step itself.

She realized that some of that reiatsu would not only have to go to her leg, but to her arm performing the motion. she took just a moment, focusing her reiatsu and feeling it course through her legs and that one arm. It was most certainly an odd technique, almost like a full body step technique. With several moments of adjusting her form, at long last she felt she was ready. Her eyes slowly opened and she focused on the dummy ahead of her, and she felt her heart begin to race. If she fucked this up, then her arm might snap. Or she might lose it. THAT would be an asshurt to get fixed. Swallowing loudly, she suddenly felt that familiar RUSH of air! And in that sweeping attack, she found herself on the other side of the dummy. There was one stab clean where it's soul sleep was, another, wider stab, partially a slash more than a clean hit, right where the soul sleeve was.

She chuckled just a little to herself, and was a little...marveled! she had actually done it! She grinned, her face scrunching up as her cheeks puffed out, eyes sqinting together as she did a very tiny little stomping dance in a circle, resisting the urge to just let out a squeal of excitement. She chuckled a little and then focused on the training dummy again. She stared at the ground. she had touched it somewhere along the line. Hm, she had subconsciously split it into two half-steps instead of a full one. A sort of compensation for the secondary stab? She'd have to keep herself from doing that.

She rolled her shoulders and took several slow breaths, and she could FEEL the reiatsu tingling in not only her arm, but her legs as well. She could give it one more go before she needed a break. She focused, once more starting herself through the motions, particularly begining to...try out different transitions. She could about-face, and wind up skidding back during the landing if she wanted to not strain her arm so much. the initial attack had involved swigning her arm and reversing the blade so that she could stab again.

Aha, so THAT was why she had stopped in the middle. But how to solve that? she began moving her arm through the motion over and over. Perhaps just one stroke? How could she manage to stab forward, then draw...AHA! She grinned. If she stabbed, and then drew her hand back, pointing her blade backwards after, once she was behind them, it would essentially stab them from behind, accomplishing the second stab fluidly before the blade returned to the scabbard! Now she just needed to relax. She didn't want to do it while her body was still all tingly. She paused, her eyes drifting over to the Captain. She did pause and take a moment, eying them for just a moment before shaking her head.

Refocusing, she took a nice, slow, deep breath, slowing her pulse and watching that training dummy carefully. She let herself relax, her shoulder slouching as she let her blade slide into it's sheath, and let both arms rest completely at her sides. It was bad enough learning to do this at all, but doing it in her lure was even more of a hassle. She took a swallow,and then she paused. For a moment, she almsot pushed off, but no. This was an attack of grace. She relaxed, and simply let it...flow. Not forcing it, not pushing off hard or with any real force. She simply swept past the dummy, as two stab wunds burst through it's chest, leaving Mizu panting a little as she dropped to one knee, smiling to herself.

Back to training for SP

"Whew! Oh fuck. Alright." She panted, slowly getting up to her feet and grunting as she took a few steps, and then slumped against one of the training dummies, blinking rapidly as her tired body demanded she take a rest, though a couple of her classmates began clapping softly, one of the boys even making his way over to hand her a canteen, which she accepted gratefully, supping the water and closing her eyes with a soft Ahhhhh. One eye cracked open to peek at the dummy and she felt a soft smile of satisfaction creep across her face. Excellent.

[Nola Vilde]

Training for CTP

Nola had to admit that she was running a little late. But alas she was in no real hurry. The idea of a joint training with the rest of her squad honestly had her very excited! But even so, she took her time, knowing that no doubt things would start off with spars. With any luck? She would arrive AFTER all of that hoohah. She had no real wish or desire to go sparring with someone, especially since all the new recruits would doubtlessly want to see her shikai. Hers was a bit...notorious among the sereitei. Those that had experienced it, generally changed. Slightly at least. They either came to be incredibly fond of Nola, or incredibly terrified of her.

Others had more of a ...disjointed relationship. A sort of uncertainty. And as a result of this, many often tried to ask her about her powers. But she always felt that for the most part, it was better that nobody quite understood what her powers were. Just about everyone in the sereitei thought that her ability was an illussion. And for her purposes, that was just fine. In fact she much preffered that they think that than know the truth. So far as she knew, the only other people that knew exactly what her Zanpaku'to did, were either dead, or Captain Hotaru.

As she arrived, she was pleased to see that everyone was more or less spread out, a smile showing as it seemed nobody was really up and ready to fight one another. She remained off to the side, blushing a little (Not that her face showe dit much) as she began tyo warm up. Doing some push ups, sit ups, and some other exercises to get her body into the groove, watching the rest of the squad as she got herself nice and ready before approaching with a calm smile. She was a little surprised to see that what looked like...OH FUCK! She almost tripped when she saw who it was.

A man she knew....WAAAAAY better than she had any right to. Asmokon. She felt her heart almost twist itself into a thorny knot when she saw him. where the heck had he popped up from?1 but then she saw that he was talking to the Captain and she gave a sheepish smile and sighed. She made her way over to the pair and cleared her throat, bowing her head in greeting to both the Captain and her husband. "Greetings Captain, Sir. I apologize for my tardiness." She spoke softly, that smile warming ever so slightly when she looked directly at Hotaru, but otherwise simply held the highest respect she could muster.

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

Hotaru started to roll her shoulders to slowly start to warm up for the spar against her husband. She looked over the squad, pleased that everyone seemed to be doing well. Frost decided to stay, which Hotaru didn't personally like, but she wasn't going to force the woman when she wanted to stay and, Hotaru assumed, study how everyone else was fighting. It could definitely help her in future training, but she just hoped that Frost didn't try to actually train anymore. She seemed weakened from what happened that if she pushed herself to train more, she might do way more damage to her body than it already was.

She then saw Mizu working against a training dummy, which seemed to suit her better than training against someone else. The woman had just gotten out of the hospital so she assumed that she decided to train against a dummy to train at a slower pace. Another squad member could unintentionally push her body too far and send her right back to the infirmary. She smiled and slightly nodded as she looked over the rest of her division, Arantima looking over some of the pairs of members that had broken off to fight. She looked back over to her husband, nodding in agreement with what he had said. "Okay, I think if we train over there, we can be far enough away that no one would get hit, but they could watch you fight. Watching a Quincy fight will be invaluable with our fight against the Vandenreich."

Before she could say anything else, she heard a noise like someone clearing their throat. She turned and saw Nola standing there. The last time that they had met was an...interesting time that's for sure. She smiled towards the woman, knowing she didn't need to introduce her husband to her, since she knew about their relationship already. "Ah Nola-san! Welcome to the meeting! It seems that you're late, but thankfully you're only about fifteen minutes late. You did miss a pretty exciting spar though. You can go pair off with another squad member or train with a dummy. But! Don't be late again. If you are, there will be consequences." At the last part, she let some of her reiatsu flare around her and glaring at the woman slightly, pressing the point. After about a second of that, she smiled again, waiting for her to say anything before she walked off to train.

Leaning in and whispering loud enough so only Asmoskon could hear her. "Nola-san is the one I told you about. The one with the Zanpaktou power to change memories and put herself in your spot in my memories." She would stand back up straight, shaking out her limbs and trying to loosen up her body before their slight spar. Walking them about ten to fifteen feet away from the entrance, she unsheathed her Zanpaktou. She didn't want them to take the center because first off, the others wouldn't be training to improve and just watching them the whole time, probably getting a little too close and something could happen. Second off, when she had let them pair off again after that spar, there were already several pairs in the center of the field.

After walking fifteen feet away from the entrance, she stopped and turned around, facing her husband. She would then start to pull her sheath off her belt, holding it in her left hand and her Zanpaktou in her right. "Now remember, we can't use our full power and with us this far away, I think we can minimize any collateral damage. I hope you're ready for this. BURN, RIVU~AIASAN!" At the call of his name, she sheath flowed up her left arm, forming her cannon, while her sword grew and bent towards the tip, turning into a scimitar with a huge dragon maw as the guard. A scaled tail curled around her right arm as she looked at her husband, smirking. "Alright Asmo, I'll give you the first shot. Try to hit me."