[JT]Squad 4 Training!

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko paced back and forth in the fourth squad training facility. She had to clear away all of the training dummies, the cots, the supplies... it was like the training that was done here wasn't for fighting at all. She understood it, but she didn't like it. All she did all day was sweep and clean up messes and walk through the sewers. She was a glorified janitor. Especially  Fuuko because she didn't know how to heal. She tried her best, but no matter how much effort she put into it, she couldn't get it right. 

The truth was, she hated  being in this squad and the longer she was in it, the more  she hated it. 

Fuuko was a fighter. She was proactive, not reactive and she hated that her job was to mostly wait for people to make messes and then clean those messes. She wanted to be in Squad 11 or 13, the ones who got most of the action, but she had a duty to her little brother, Kazuhiko, and he was almost the opposite of her. He was practically built  for Squad 4. 

Eventually, her restlessness got the better of her and she decided that even if she was in the healing and sanitation Squad, that she still needed to keep her blade and martial skills sharp. That meant that others needed to do the same, so Fuuko barked around the barracks, telling everyone in earshot (which was a pretty good distance considering her loud, obnoxious voice) that she would be in the training facility waiting for someone, anyone, to come practice actual  fighting with her. 

So, there she was, her asauchi tucked into her obi sash in the tachi style, her sandal tapping the ground and her arms crossed under her ample chest. Her short skirt swished in the gentle breeze and she looked around. Fuuko honestly didn't expect anyone to show. Unlike her brother, Fuuko was not as endearing, though, maybe someone would come just to shut her up. 

"Heh..." Fuuko grinned at the thought. She hoped they would. 

[Tatsu Chirako]

It was early in the morning at the barracks of the Yonbantai, the sun was rising in the east and Tatsu was working his way towards the entrance of the building. He had been given access to roam around and look around to see if this squad was suited for him. This squad already had a reputation, but the amount of cleanliness displayed was rather insane, even though squaddies were running up and down the halls and everyone seemed busy. He moved away from the urgent care area to make sure he was not in the way, he didn't expect shinigami to shunpo around him, all in all this impressed him.

The janitorial side of things, he had to admit felt like those things were beneath him, he believed the 4th squad should be on the frontlines keeping people alive rather than hiding in the sewers with broomsticks, but then again he could be wrong perhaps knowing all of Seireitei by heart could be an advantage not given to everyone. He walked around trying to see if the squad had skeletons in the closet, it did seem like nobody was paying him much heed so he went where less and less people seemed to wander, until someone crashed the silence with a shout inviting anyone and everyone to fight, a bit unorthodox but not an unwelcomed challenge, he worked his way towards the shout.

Tatsu was still sporting his academy garb, and he would until he had chosen a squad for sure. A keen eye would easily notice the red ribbon holding his hair in a ponytail, the white and gray academy outfit, a single unformed sword at his hip, still waiting for a spirit to enter it. He turned and entered the room with a deliberate stride and tried to lock his gaze with the woman who had shouted so loud within the barracks.

"I presume it was you who shouted a challenge to anyone and everyone?" He said with a slight smile on his face, hoping this wasn't one of the god tier shinigami wandering around seireitei. "Well, if you aren't against sparring an academy graduate I would gladly try and trade blows with you" He'd say laying his hand on the hilt of his blade not really knowing how she would react to him accepting his challenge. To him she sure looked like she had a fire in her that would be best in another squad but who was he to judge, he hadn't even made up his mind yet. 

He looked around and noticed that this would be a great place to spar, although there was a bunch of stuff moved against the walls, this seemed like a proper training room, but judging on the stuff laying around, it hadn't seen much use. Still the place was spotless as a proper 4th division should be, and the floor was recently waxed, yes this place would do just fine to have a proper spar. 

[Satoshi Fuuko]

"Heh..."

Fuuko's grin widened when someone else stepped in, but she was surprised to see it was an academy student, or so she thought. She opened her mouth to make a snide comment, but Tatsu explained himself quickly. "Academy? What? Didya get lost?" Fuuko shook her head. "Oi! I got no problem fightin anyone, ya hear!" Fuuko declared. She needed to make sure evryone knew fighting with her was always an option. Then, she added, "I'm fresh out the academy myself!" as she jabbed a thumb into her bosom.

"My name's Satsohi Fuuko, by the way." Fuuko said and extended her hand. "Nice ta meetcha!" There was a gleam in her eye as she held out her hand and waited for Tatsu to introduce and explain himself. "Of all the places ta wander, though. Heh. You joinin up with us?" Fuuko asked, taking a moment to size Tatsu up. Now that someone had finally shown up, she'd shaken off the last bits of sleep that had come from her early morning announcing. She just couldn't sleep with the thought of some real action dancing in her head. 

[Tatsu Chirako]

Tatsu extended his hand to meet hers in a proper handshake and offered her a polite smile. "I wouldn't say that I am lost, no. I was granted permission to visit the barracks and I got curious when I heard you proclaim your challenges" He chuckled a little looking at her. "Perhaps if you want challenges you should organize a club or something I heard its not something impossible, I wouldn't want you to get hurt by challenging the wrong person !" Tatsu said as he finished his hand shake and took a step back. " I'm not sure about squad 4, but some of the other squads are rather violent by reputation, you never know what you might fall on."  He nodded at her and replied with a smile "Its also nice to meet you, I'm Tatsu Chirako and I am pondering which division I should join, it seems I have a knack for a bit of everything so I have a hard time picking" He said scratching the side of his head giving it serious thought. He had worked out a meeting with Squad 4 and Squad 2 already, still not sure which he would pick. 

Tatsu hadn't made his mind on joining division 4 yet, but he had learned some healing techniques, to him learning the basics of healing was easier than learning how to use Hado so perhaps he was destined to join the 4th squad. "I'm not sure yet about joining the 4th division, but perhaps you can convince a rookie like me ? I'm down to take you up on your challenge, but if you win you have to organize a fighting club in this place, its always good to shake it up once in a while and get some action. I wonder how they do on the frontlines if this is the training quarters..." He trailed on in his thoughts, thinking actually how any 4th squad member would survive if all they do is janitorial duties. He made sure his unformed zanpakuto was at the proper place, that he could access it properly and positioned himself at the proper distance for a proper spar. "Any rules you want to use? I wouldn't want you to end up killing me by accident.. atleast we're at the proper place to get injured" He thought aloud ready to get to it in case she went all crazy on him. 

As soon as she would accept his duel, he would nod and draw his blade at the same time she did, ready to get this started.

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko gripped Tatsu's hand tightly and gave it a firm pump when he greeted her. His line, though, made her laugh obnoxiously. "What!? Ahahah!" Fuuko slapped Tatsu's shoulder and shook her head. "I'm lookin for the wrong person!" Fuuko said with a gleam in her eye. "How am I gonna know who the toughest bitch here is if I don't challenge em all!?" Fuuko barked. She sighed, pulled her hand up and undid then redid her ponytail as Tatsu talked.

"Squad four ain't violent one bit. We're a squad full a healers n' janitors. Least the rest of em are. I can't heal a lick." Fuuko didn't seem dismayed one bit by the idea of being unable to heal in a squad full of healers. Instead, she cracked her knuckles and pulled up her fists like she was going to box Tatsu. "This is what I'm good at. Fightin! I guess I sweep a mean hallway too, though." She said with a shrug. "I'd much rather be in any other squad ta be perfectly honest, but this is where I am, so as far as I'm concerned, it's gonna be the best. Maybe it ain't gonna be the toughest, but I'll whip every last member inta shape if I gotta!" Fuuko pounded one fist into the other palm and dropped her left hand so it rested on the hilt of her unformed zanpakutou. She clutched the handle and bounced in place.

"A club sounds great, but you should have more conviction. As far as I'm concerned, a Jack of all trades means ya ain't got any passion! As far as rules goes, well, we ain't gonna kill each other, obviously, but don't worry about me. Go as hard as ya want. As ya said, we're in the right division for goin all out, ya know! If we draw blood or we get tired, we can call it. Don't worry, though, I won't aim for nothin vital, though I guess that telegraphs my attacks a bit, huh?"

"We'll go on three." Fuuko said, though she hadn't taken a proper stance yet. Her blade was still in its sheath and her right hand hung free at her side.

"One... Twoooo..." Fuuko's body tensed up, but she remained in her position, her smile widening in anticipation. "Three!"

[Tatsu Chirako]

The student laughed at her reply, she really seemed fired up and ready to go, he made sure she released his hand before declaring any kind of challenge. "But what if you challenge a captain and simply crumble under their spiritual pressure, wouldn't that spoil the fun?" He wondered if she really wanted to get beat by anyone, or work her way up to find her upper limit, she was interesting none the least. He rose his hands and tightened the noose holding his hair properly in place, wishing to be ready for this upcoming spar, this would be fun, much more fun than what he anticipated.

"I believed picking a squad was a voluntary process, what made you pick squad four if you preferred any other? I don't wish to doubt your choice, I am curious as to your conviction" He offered a smile wishing to know what drove her to her choice. "There will come a time when every shinigami is driven to fight, and if I can fight to defend and heal others, I think it is a noble goal to strive to be a combat medic." The young student offered her a bow and unsheathed his blade while being a good three meters away giving her the time to do so before he countdown. "We could always use bokkens if we want to go all out, but I would prefer getting to know you a little better before we do more dangerous training, nothing personal but there are some pretty insane folks out there" He chuckled a little while she started her countdown.

He was ready as soon as she spoke the word three, he would attempt to shunpo a little above her shoulder height, and position his zanpakuto in front of him and allow gravity to pull him down in a downward chopping motion, the move was an obvious one but then again, they weren't out there to kill one another, he wanted to sweat a little and if he could offer a good fight, all the better.

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko didn't move as Tatsu charged forward. She remained still except for her eyes which followed Tatsu even as he increased his speed and appeared above her. It wasn't until he slashed down, that Fuuko flicked her thumb, popping her Tachi out of its sheath and then using her left hand to throw her sword above her. Her right hand shot up and grabbed the handle and her forearm from her left hand caught the back of her blade as the force of Tatsu's blow pushed it down. The sharp clang of steel sliding against steel made Fuuko's heart jump as she felt the weight pressing down on her.

"Fuck yeah!" She barked.

"My brother wanted ta join Squad Four and I wasn't gonna let him join a squad by himself." Fuuko admitted plainly. "It's as simple as that. I'll find a use fer my skills here, don't worry bout that."

Fuuko felt the pressure of the blade, somewhat of a test of strength in this position and her knees bent as gravity aided Tatsu. With a grin on her face, she closed her eyes briefly and gave into the weight of his blade, letting it throw her to the ground. She tucked in her legs, so as not to give him a peek under her short skirt, and then kicked her legs up, aiming both of her feet for Tatsu's stomach, trying to monkey flip him up and over her. 

[Tatsu Chirako]

"That is pretty noble of you to do so Fuuko-san" He smiled as suddenly the lass in front of him buckled and allowed gravity to work in her favor as she landed a kick straight in the samurai's gut. The strength of pivotal force, gravity and the mighty kick paired together was easily strong enough to flip him behind her. This was all a blur for the student, but six years at the academy was enough to teach him how to land and how to work his body not to show his back to his opponent. Rolling on his weight he unsprung his legs standing back up facing the woman with his unformed zanpakuto in his hands. 

He would grab the scabbard of his blade and use it as an improvised blade and charged back towards the woman with no intention of giving her any respite. Tatsu's sword would be swung in a whip like fashion towards the opponents collarbone while he attempted he poke her with his scabbard straight where her liver would be attempting to make a strong front and give her at least a little challenge, so that he wouldn't be perceived as a little man with no skill. "Well, I'll try to make this fun for you !" He'd say attempting to give her as little breathing room as possible. 

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko hopped up once she heaved Tatsu away and spun around to face him with her lips dancing into a grin and her eyes sparkling with delight. "What can I say, I'm chock full a nobility!" Fuuko barked and bent her knees, holding her sword in one hand upside-down in front of her. Once again, she bracxed as Tatsu charged. Her knees bent and her eyes followed Tatsu as he came right at her and swung down. With h is sheath in one hand, she bent her knees and blocked the downswing, trusting her own strength to be able to hold up his blade.

The scabbard, though. Her body jerked away and it drove into her gut. "Oooughhh!" As it sunk into her belly, a small bit of saliva flecked form her lips as she coughed. "Shit..." Fuuko hissed. "Heh..." She clapped her hand on the scabbard and held it in place. "Ya sure ya don't belong here in Squad Four?" Fuuko asked. "You weren't usin that sheath as a distraction ya were aimin fer a very specific spot! If I hadn't taken a hit or two there, I'd be on my knees wheezin in pain." Fuuko narrowed her eyes. "Not bad, but... yer hands are full and," Fuuko glanced up, "I got a blade pointin right at ya with not much more than a flick a the wrist."

There was a rattle as their blades kissed, the unmistakable screech of steel sliding against steel. Fuuko loved the sound and felt her arm burning as she held it up to fight against Tatsu."Nnnghhh..." Fuuko leaned in, letting the scabbard press deeper into her side, Her face inched closer to Tatsu's, and she peered into his eyes like they were dancing and not fighting. "Not ta mention..." She kicked her leg forward, let go of Tatsu's sheath and reached out for his shihakushou, trying to grab hold of it anjerk him hard in a direction that might make him trip over her outstretched leg. "Yer all outta hands!"

[Tatsu Chirako]

The young student was pretty proud he could land a blow on her, he couldn't hold back the smile on his face, this was fun ! He locked his eyes with hers as she spoke about him belonging in squad four, that made him feel like he belonged perhaps this was finally a moment where he could decide which squad he needed to join. "I don't do distractions, I prefer using precision and work my way inside people's defenses" He smiled taking a moment to this about what his next move would be.

His blade was locked with hers, his sheath was in her gut, but she held it there, instinctively he tried to yank on it to remove it from her possession, he kept his blade in his mind though, he defended his body from her own blade with his own for now he believed he had the upper hand, that was until she pointed out that he was all outta hands, which was definitively true. At that moment she would remove her grip on his scabbard, which would make the student lose his balance, having his shihakushou grabbed and jerked towards her outstreched leg.

There was a moment of silence right before Tatsu crashed face first on the ground. "Oof, ow" he'd wince trying to get back on his feet, but this wasn't a good situation to be in, in any fight, sparring or otherwise.

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko watched as Tatsu tumbled to the ground. She grinned and leaped forward, driving her zanpakutou into the ground just above his shoulder and to the right over his head, giving him a firm indication that had she wanted to, Tatsu would probably have been skewered. However, that's not what she was going for. Her leap was less meant to "kill" or even demonstrate her killing potential as it was to pin him down tot he ground.

As Tatsu tried to rise, Fuuko dropped on the small of his back and leaned forward. She tried to quickly coil an arm around his neck and apply a fairly light choke while he was still catching his breath. She leaned in, hooked her hand and clapped her thighs around his body to try and keep him secure. With a wide grin, she leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"Now this is my kinda fightin!" She breathed. "... and I'm the one with no hands now, but it still looks like I'm in a good position... Tatsu-kuuun~" She teased. With the hand that held Fuuko's choking arm in place, she ran some fingers through his hair and took a light grip on it. "Do ya still got some fight in ya? Or will I be seein ya at the inaugural Squad 4 Fightin club?"

[Tatsu Chirako]

It didn't take very long for the student to attempt at getting back up, the first detail that changed within his view was the sword that ruined the floor of the room ! He bent his leg trying to get a better position to stand back up. That's when she landed on his back. It was that much harder for Tatsu to try and get back into a fighting pose. That's when the shinigami coiled her arms around his neck, preventing him from taking easy breaths, he would sneak his left hand under her grip trying to pry her arm away from his neck.

He wasn't about to give up just yet, he thought this would be a sword fight but there was no way he wouldn't answer to hand to hand combat. His first would become a little red as he began holding his breath, amassing the remaining air in his lungs and amass his some of manly pride to focus his strength on his leg, expulsing most of the air in his lungs and propulsing himself standing back up, still having the woman on his back unless she had let go by some miracle. She teased on as he was focusing on the most nearby wall, which he would attempt to slam his back, and the woman against, to get her off!

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Once Fuuko realized that Tatsu wasn't yielding, she immediately tightened the choke. She squeezed her thighs even harder and grinned as he tried to stand up. "Oh!? Ya still got some fight in ya!?" Fuuko grinned. "Good! Cause if ya ain't tappin, I ain't lettin go!" The blonde said while Tatsu struggled to stand up.

Fuuko held on tight as Tatsu struggled until, finally, he was able to slam her against the wall. Although the front of her was well cushioned, her body flattened against the hard wall and she let go of Tatsu. She tried to kick him away with a shove as her legs unfurled off of him.

'Ghhkkk!"

Fuuko bent over and wrapped an arm around her back. As she lifted her head, she grinned. "I like it." Fuuko huffed. "I like it when a fight gets a lil dirty. Ya still ready fer more?" Asked the caramel colored blonde. "I promise ya there ain't anyone like me in any of the other divisions, even those fight happy elevenths!" Fuuko boasted.