Lucky Day

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Japan was a truly beautiful piece of the human world. He hadn't ever really appreciated it while he had been growing up, but compared to so many of the other nations that he had been to since he had first left, it was just . . . indescribable. Normally he had stayed fairly close to Karakura or had spent much of his time in Tokyo. He still spent most of his time in the two places when he managed to get back to Japan. He wanted to go back to Okinawa, but his birthplace just had so many memories that couldn't be brought back happily.

Today though he had decided to see one of the other cities. Kagamino was a smaller urban area that Asmoskon hadn't visited in the past yet aside from looking fairly relaxed and normal the jungle of cement didn't offer a lot. Still though the structure was more pleasant to see than the dreadful, busy urban ocean of New York City. There were some shops and it was getting about the time to find something to either snack on or just eat when he picked up the spiritual signature of a Quincy! Wasting no time Asmoskon took off at a job headed for wherever the Quincy he sensed happened to be in Kagamino.

[jimbureka]

She never thought she'd come back to this place. There was a mix of emotions when she set foot in her hometown, but fought to betray nothing in her features as she stepped out of the Kagamino terminal. She will not stay long. She made that promise to herself. She will only do what she is needed for her, and leave as soon as she got done with it.

Kagamino was just the way she left it all those years ago. Beyond a few buildings, it still had the same reservations of a simple town that only knew of routines, work, and traditions. The air, the atmosphere was familiar, which of course gave her the sense of despondence. It was in this town where she felt... weak. Helpless.

As she began to walk the streets of Kagamino, her eyes look up towards the mountains in the distance. Her lips tighten at the memories that flash in her mind like snippets: the mines her father owned, the cave-in, the School for the Deaf, the death of her favorite teacher before her very eyes... those days, she was helpless. But now, she wasn't helpless anymore. Not if she can help it.

She makes it towards the civil law office of Kagamino. Her grandfather recently passed away, and being the only living family member, was asked to help with some documents. It didn't take long, and it was more out of respect for the man who took care of her after the mining accident. His urn remains at his home, which she can visit at anytime as she was given a key. By the time she steps out of the office, the sun was starting to set. She heads towards the terminal now, anxious to leave, but then she froze, stopping in her tracks.

Another sense of familiarity. A sense she never thought she'd pick up in the same place after all this time. Could it be? She turns her head slightly to the side, her eyes glancing behind her. In the crowd, an all too familiar figure stood out from the humans that merely walked past him. The inked forearms were a dead giveaway, even underneath the traditional garb. She knew he would've spotted her long before she spotted him, but she was unsure how to approach. Now, her feelings were a lot more complicated, as now, she was feeling a sense of regret.

"Sensei." She signs. No use hiding her deafness to someone who already knows who she is.

| Kagamino Streets. | → | Asmo. | → | Mixed emotions. | → | Processed some documents for her dead grandfather and senses a familiar presence as she was leaving and heading back. |

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[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

This was definitely not what he had been expecting by coming to Kagamino. Even the fact that he had picked up on the rieatsu signature of another Quincy had been a surprise. Now to see that it wasn't just a struck of luck that he'd come across another Free Quincy, but that it was one of his former students, Jimen Bureka. She had looked like she was ready to board the train when she turned around and Asmoskon could see the light of realization spark in her eyes.

She signed almost immediately her deafness actually saving her quite a bit of hassle for once in the crowded station. If there was ever an advantage to infinite silence it had to be that you never had to worry about receiving a headache from people not knowing how to shut their mouths. There was much for the two of them to discuss and perhaps now after sometime had passed the training could continue. "Follow me, we'll speak over house." Asmoskon was a little rusty with his signing, but Jim would without a doubt understand.

He would start to move from the station making sure to listen and feel Jim to know whether she was going to follow him. He had to think for a moment trying to remember what Jim liked to eat. He had always been a hard, but caring sensei to all of his students. At least in his own eyes that's how he saw himself. Hopefully he wasn't just imagining the fairness he intended upon his students. He recalled that she enjoyed tea, so it was time to find something that could serve a nice pot.

[jimbureka]

Jim didn't expect her master's overall reception to her, and was quick to respond to her, signing her to follow him. She felt like she didn't want to stay longer than she should, but she knew, after everything, she owed a lot to sensei Asmo. There were pangs of old aches, the waves of guilt from long ago. She remembered how this man saved her from her helpless state. It was on this very same town, this very same place, where she met him, and how she became her student after that night with her first Hollow encounter.

Sure, over the time she spent training he was a bit of a tough teacher, but he taught her well. Everything she knew about being a Quincy, most of it came from him. He was always insistent for her to keep training, never stopping for anything. But she stopped for a while now. Seeing him again brought her back in a state of meekness, never raising her eyes fully to his, just enough for her to look at his lip movement every now and then in case he was speaking to her. There were many things left unsaid when they last saw each other. She never thought she'd ever see him after all this time.

There was a tea shop close by, one of the old ones that stood the test of time and was still running with the generations that ran it. Jim turns her head for a moment, before signing to Asmo. "I can't stay long." Her hands stay in midair, as if to say more, but then she drops it down, her gaze on the floor. After a while, she signs again. "The tea is good there." She gestures the tea shop behind Asmo, hoping that this would be enough for a quick chat, and maybe it would be enough time before she can take her leave. 

| Kagamino Streets. | → | Asmo. | → | Remorse, guilt. | → | Silently musing and gestures to have tea at a tea shop. |

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[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Walking the streets of Kagamino had been something that Asmoskon was only doing to check up on a different individual. He had been here out of duty much like he had once done for Jim. He hadn't expected to see her here again just as she hadn't been expecting to see him, but now that he had, the Quincy couldn't help yet be happy that one of his students was still alive and looked to be doing fine.

Now though he needed to know why she had disappeared, had something happened when he had been away? Had he pushed her to hard with her training? Could she not accept him as her sensei due to his alliance with Soul Society and marriage to Hotaru Kuchiki? He wasn't sure on what the cause was, but those three were usually what made many of the Quincy or even just his allies in general question his loyalty.

Asmoskon had no problem entering into the tea shop that Jim had chosen opening the door for her and allowing her to walk in first. He would follow behind allowing her to pick out the table and once they sat down Asmoskon wouldn't even bother to look over the menu. He was rather set in his ways in regards to certain things and when it came to tea, well he enjoyed green and that was pretty much it. "Are you safe?" That was the first and only question he signed to her so far.

[jimbureka]

Their interaction has been to a minimal, so far. Jim wasn't a talker, and for obvious reasons. She still hasn't looked Asmo in the eye; mostly on his hands, just to see if he made any gesture or sign for her to notice. She tried to keep her face neutral, not wanting to give anything away. But now it felt like 5 years was a bit too short. This man pretty much taught her everything she knew about being a Quincy, and she left abruptly a year ago, after... an incident. Something that she carried with her to this day.

"Are you safe?'

Her eyes quickly lock in on his hands at the movement. It was an odd question to ask, of all things he could've asked. Was he being her sensei again? It threw her off. She raises her hand, and for a moment, it seemed like she was going to answer. But then it was just to call the waiter, to which she pointed at the tea she wanted on the menu, with her ramen and sushi platter. As the waiter went away with their orders, she made a quick sign.

"Are we ever safe? She answers his question with another question, but then she pauses, a hesitance in what she is about to say next. "Nothing to worry about sensei." She signs, still not looking at him. Is he feigning ignorance, or was a year truly that long to forget what she did the last time? It was obvious that she was conflicted with a guilty conscience.

| Kagamino Tea Shop. | → | Asmo. | → | Guilty. | → | Hesitant around Asmo, apparently guilty about something she's done to him a year ago. |

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[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Although he knew what she was feeling Asmoskon wasn't really in the mood nor was he ever someone to let anyone feel guilty for something that didn't rest upon their shoulders. He placed his index finger in the middle of the table. It would ignite gently burning the surface black as a sign to Jim. "Not meeting the gaze of another is a sign of disrespect. I taught you that didn't I?" He would wait a moment hoping that his teachings had build well enough as a foundation for her that with a little help she could get past the problem of the past.

"If you adhere to the basics while pulling on your training then you'll almost always be safe. Whether the Vandenreich come after you or not Jim. I'm proof that you can still survive even with them as your enemy." It was time to show her that what she was so worried about was no big deal. Taking his black coat off Jim would see on his right arm. Well he still had it! Although right over the bicep was a large pale scar that ran across it completely. She had believed she caused him to lose it and thus she ran. "You're still very young, but remember what I taught you. Don't assume to much."

[Kitai Yoru]

Grading this as a Social, since it wasn't specified

Asmoskon Masurao: 10 paragraphs, 10% bonus

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