A Blustery Academy

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Quest Name: A Blustery Academy

Who can participate?: [Ishikawa Seiji]

Quest Time Frame (How long it takes): [5 years]

Quest Setting (NDE/DE): [DE]

Quest Synopsis:[/b] [Seiji was once an Academy Student. This is his journey through the Academy and his story of graduating into a Squad]

Maximum Number of Participants: [1]

Overall Goal: [Survive and Graduate the Academy]

Number of missions involved: [5]

BASIC Synopsis of each Quest mission:

Year One [Easy]: Year one features the most basic of classes, Kidou 101, Zanjutsu 101, and History 101.

Year Two [Easy]: Year two features Kidou 201, Zanjutsu 201, and Hoho 101.

Year Three [Medium]: Year three is where students begin to get involved in the cycle of souls. It features classes Kidou 301, Zanjutsu 301, Hoho 201, and Zanpakutou 101

Year Four [Medium]: Year four features Kidou 401, Zanjutsu 401, Zanpakutou 201, and Purification 101.

Year Five [Hard]: Year five has but one class, Purification 201.

Each year comes with Basic training, Advanced training, and End-of-year Exams for each class.

Recommended Class for entry:[8]

Special Conditions: Seiji will begin the thread at 315 Stat Points and will not be able to increase beyond that unless otherwise noted. He will start with his current Type, Spirited. Techniques can be "temporarily" purchased for QP and either kept at the end of the thread or Seiji will be allowed to "forget" them with no penalties. Techniques that are required for passing classes will be granted for free as rewards for "studying" but can be forgotten at the end of the thread for no penalties as well. This is to allow Seiji to have techniques to be used during the thread, but not necessarily fill his technique pool with all class 8-7 techniques.

After each End-of-year exam, a QP shop will open for Seiji to purchase items and other helpful things to be used during the Quest and kept afterwards if desired. QP will be awarded for defeating other students in Basic or Advanced Training like they were enemies per standard QP rules and will also be awarded based on his grades on his Exams.

Techniques required by Classes will be gained for free based on the paragraphs required to obtain in a JTT. 1 paragraph for a Class 8 technique, 2 for a 7. And can be improved to Proficient/Mastered by the same number of paragraphs inside or outside of "class"

Seiji has the first post.

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{Seiji's Marks}
Kidou 101: ?/5 + ?/8
Zanjutsu 101: ?/5 + ?/8
History 101: ?/5 + ?/8

Kidou 201: ?/5 + ?/8
Zanjutsu 201: ?/5 + ?/8
Hoho 101: ?/5 + ?/8

Kidou 301: ?/5 + ?/8
Zanjutsu 301: ?/5 + ?/8
Hoho 201: ?/5 + ?/8
Zanpakutou 101: ?/5 + ?/8

Kidou 401: ?/5 + ?/8
Zanjutsu 401: ?/5 + ?/8
Zanpakutou 201: ?/5 + ?/8
Purification 101: ?/5 + ?/8

Purification 201: ?/5 + ?/8

Total Tally: -/195

[Ishikawa Seiji]

Stepping through those double doors for the first time?

Well, it had been quite an inspiring sight and while he could now understand why so many talked about their time at the academy with such wonder and joy. He had never been too known for anything so much as resembling boundless optimism that many of his now peers shared. Frankly, he was probably one of the few cautious few in their year, honed from centuries in Rukongai having to watch his own back, and his brother's in turn. Not many lingered and looked around, most of the group he observed rushing forward to explore a little now that they were given the freedom to do so before classes began in a few hours. Looking around wouldn't hurt him, could prove useful in the long run even, though he did his best to stick to the shadows.

Yet even if he tried, to the older students and instructors that passed by he knew he'd stick out like a sore thumb. Damn this white uniform, who decided it was a good color to use when they had to sit and eat in it too? Did they expect everyone to have been trained with excellent table manners befitting that of nobility? Ha! Fat chance of that. He'd seen only one other from the outer reaches of Rukongai, a young girl who passed him by only a few minutes before. Looking at him in a way that spoke of silent understanding, it wasn't hard to notice those like him, always just a little bit more guarded than the rest. All he had done was nod slightly in her direction and that seemed to be enough for the time being, if he saw her struggling too much, wouldn't hurt to help a fellow stray out.

There seemed to be so few here.

In the meantime, he took to exploring what he was permitted, which granted was very little. But better to familiarize himself while the rest of the newest bunch like he, appeared content to linger in groups and chat, he'd surely be rushing through these halls soon enough. Knowing now would reduce the likelihood of him rushing face first into a wall out of panic later. Nothing from what he could see looked all that special, regularly buildings and the occasional surge of what he could guess was a very strong reiatsu pressure being briefly released. The instructors most likely teaching advanced classes, if he had to hazard a guess on the topic. While the thought of taking such classes made him wonder, it wasn't enough to risk trying to sneak off to peak into the room. Not yet anyway.

He'd have to play innocent for a while. Easier that way.

Shin had told him so many stories of what followed from his own first year, of sneaking out way too much, yet with impressive enough scores that the instructors didn't seem to mind all that much. It was doubtful he'd be that lucky. But sticking to what he was told for this first year seemed to be the wiser choice, he had chosen to come here, he did not want to waste it. Or worse, be sent back out there and never allowed to return, doomed to forever roam and scrape out a living among the dregs and slums of Rukongai. No. He had traveled all the way here to avoid just that. And while he knew no first year student was given an asauchi until their first Zanjustu class, he could already tell from observing other students, that learning to handle one would be more than what he was used to. Larger and less room to jump around, well wouldn't that be a pain.

Time passed quickly, as if it had never existed to begin with, the hum of quiet chatter drowning out most things and leaving the student to space out for quite a while. Mulling over things, what Shin had told him, what he would likely find common as one from the outer districts and everything else. It was with a slight huff of air tugged from his lips, hair falling into his face all the more as he shifted to lean his head against the wall, a shock of emerald green among the shadows pressed against that same wall just past the clusters of new students - he caught the sound of a bell blaring out loudly. Almost enough to make him wince. Had an hour passed already? Instead of complaining, he moved from his spot, prying himself off of the wall and into the now slowly moving crowd.

Time for classes, he supposed.

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{Seiji Stats}
Strength: 25
Speed: 100
Reiatsu Strength: 50 (+25%) = 63
Spiritual Pressure: 50 (+25%) = 63
Instincts: 40 (-25%) = 30
Senses: 50 (-25%) = 37
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Light Aura: 40
Dark Aura: 60

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Seiji's nod to the other young girl did not go unappreciated. In the halls on the way to his first class, Zanjutsu 101, she caught sight of him again as they started to enter the same room. They were in the same Zanjutsu class this year, it seemed. She brushed some hair out of her face shyly and smiled. Guarded, like a deep Rukongai soul would normally appear, but still acting pleasant. She didn't yet introduce herself, she just increased her pace slightly and ducked into the room just ahead of Seiji. The bustle of other students filing into the room would keep him from trying to talk to her before class started, but there would be time for that later.

Inside the room was a series of soft practice mats as well as racks upon racks of wooden training swords of all sizes from small pairs of daggers to great buster swords. In the center of the room was the Academy Teacher, who deceivingly had the appearance of a fourteen year old boy. He had short black hair, combed over to the right. His bangs were particularly long, covering half of his face including his right eye. As he turned to face the incoming students, his hair slightly shifted and attentive students could see that the covered up eye had been replaced with what appeared to be a solid emerald, a stark contrast to his other eye which was normal and blue in color.

He smiled at the incoming students and beckoned them over to him. There were no chairs or desks in this classroom, but there were series of benches in between the mats. This being a class of forty students would require a bit of crowding around him before Basic Instruction began. From there he'd hopefully spread the students out so they could better practice. When the Teacher talked, his voice was slow, methodical, and calculated. No words were wasted. "Welcome. Choose a weapon, then sit." He waved a hand over to the racks of weapons and stayed still at the center of the room. Students were expected to go select a wooden sword and then sit down on one of the benches around him.

With Seiji's low physical strength, he probably would find a smaller blade easier to deal with this year.

[Ishikawa Seiji]

It would seem, she noticed more than he'd thought.

It wasn't a bad thing, even with that near deafeningly loud bell currently blaring all around everyone currently mulling about, having someone who understood what hardships you'd had to go through, to even get anywhere near the Seiretei. Let alone enter the academy itself, could prove useful, if she was at all willing to speak with him anyhow. He wouldn't blame her for staying by herself, it was likely safer that way at least for the first few weeks. For now given how unlikely it was, he did little more than that even as she moved through the crowd, he had never been the type to barge in on someone's personal space. Today was no exception, shinigami-in-training or not, he wasn't a complete monster to such a degree that he forgot general manners. Well most of the time anyway, it was certainly less than the stuffy nobility, but he doubted any noble would consider a mere stray to be anything close to the likes of their holier than thou selves.

He could spot them from a mile off.

Even as he was quietly meandering towards his first class of the day, that of Zanjustu and a particular point of interest for the young student, he could spot one. Among the rush of chatter and footsteps, the arrogance wasn't difficult to see even at a slight distance. The way they carried themselves even straighter than the rest, walking slow enough that most passed them by. As if believing their instructor would wait, because it was them and they were nobility, should they show up late to class. The first one too. He sincerely hoped none of their teachers showed such favoritism to any of the students, otherwise, he was well and truly fucked in terms of getting anything resembling a decent grade. For now he supposed he would just have to wait and see and even as he noticed that same young stay from before entering shortly before he did, he kept silent about it.

Better not to draw attention to the two strays in class. Not on the first day.

The room itself was far more expansive than Seiji had first imagined it would be, but perhaps he hadn't thought big enough when his sibling had described it. Still, despite the outward appearance of their trainer, he was not about to take the young man at face value. He knew how to be deceptive and how that applied just as much to looks, as it did to the words that spewed forth from between another's lips. Hell, he had used both to his advantage back home and it had worked like a charm. It likely wouldn't work here, but he briefly wondered how many of those around him would see this instructor for what he suspected they were. A skilled warrior more than capable of kicking them back and forth across the room without even breaking a sweat, rather than the child he merely appeared to be. The fact that he seemed to be missing an eye, replaced with something far more eye-catching, told enough of a story to know that this man had been in more than few scrapes.

No desks were a lovely factor of the room, leaving most of them room to spread out, even as he headed over to the weapons wrack as instructed. Though not before inclining his head to the instructor as a show of respect as he passed by. While he typically relied on his tantō on the dirt ridden streets, he wasn't sure a blade quite that small was going to cut it. Not against those grabbing giant weapons near the size of damn meat cleavers, some handling them better than others. Instead, he supposed an in-between would be better. Reaching out to grab one of the wooden blades resembling a wakizashi, not as long sure, but it offered him a lightness that was enough to keep him agile and still do some damage. A slight bit longer than his tantō stored in his room, but he supposed he couldn't use something like that forever, given the sheer size of most asauchi or even Zanpakuto. A little adjustment would do him some good.

Testing the grip in each hand quickly, he settled on the hand he was more comfortable with for now, his left. Adjusting and testing out how much he would need to grip the blade even as he moved to sit, perched on the end of one bench, almost as if ready to spring up off of it. He doubted they'd be sitting for long after all, no rest for the wicked, or brand new academy students for that matter either.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

As the class filed in, there were two students who thought it alright to show up late to class. They had an air of nobility about them, but this teacher didn't seem to care. With his one blue eye he stared them down. They didn't seem to notice him. "Get out. Come back tomorrow, on time." They looked at each other and began to laugh. Who did this child seem to think he was? Did he know they were powerful kids of the Kawada and Kasumi'Oji family? He must not, or he wouldn't be reprimanding them. They took another step farther into class, laughing about the response of the Teacher who was unknown to them, not even recognizing his position.

His hair was disturbed backwards for a split second as his knees bent ever so slightly. His emerald eye was revealed to more of the staff as he pushed off the ground in a Flash Step, quick enough to even leave a flickering afterimage where he previously had been standing. His emerald eye gave off a faint glow and suddenly there was an impressively long saber in his hand, measuring probably seven feet long or more. It was pointed backwards as he appeared in front of the nobles, pommel facing towards them. It's orientation suddenly flipped, the sharp edge facing inwards towards the Teacher and the blunt edge out. With no wasted movement, the blade was hooked behind of the legs of the students and as he moved past them they found themselves on the ground, their feet knocked completely out from under them. "Get out. Come back tomorrow, on time."

They scrambled to their feet and hurried out of the classroom, afraid to incur more wrath. From behind his black hair there was another emerald glow and the sword disappeared from his hand in wisps of green flame. The Teacher again did not introduce himself, instead pointing to pairs of students rapid fire followed by individual mats in the room. "Duel. Basics later, demonstrate now." Most of the students frantically hurried to their mats and began introductions before starting to duel.

Seiji had been paired with a similarly tall, lanky man carrying a wooden training sword resembling a curved scimitar. "The name's Bobby. You ready for a warmup? I'm not particularly ready to go all out without some instruction. Swords aren't a big skill where I come from."