An Unlikely Meeting (Closed Social NDE); Benjiro and Zeich

[Benjiro Hiroto]

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon, Benjiro found himself gasping for breath, his chest heaving with the exertion of the day's activities. Despite the fatigue that weighed heavily on his body, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. He had spent the day fulfilling his duties as a Shinigami, defending and guiding the lost souls scattered across the World of the Living and upholding the balance of the natural cycle of life and death. He reached up to wipe the sweat from his brow and adjusted the green haori that he wore over his traditional Shinigami robes, tightening it to keep himself warm as the evening breeze began to pick up. He couldn't help but feel content with the day's work he had accomplished, and he thought that he had done enough for the night, ready to head back to the Soul Society and the 10th's barracks. 

Benjiro truly felt like he was truly coming into his own as a Shinigami, taking on a variety of duties above and beyond what was assigned to him by his Squad. At this point, he had gone with Tala from Squad 3 to patrol the Northern Rukongai and assist where he was needed, trained with Gestalt of Squad 4 in the 10th's training grounds, and patrolled in Karakura, meeting with Miss Furinji. He wondered if Captain Celes would appreciate his overt productivity and his commitment to his duty despite his experience and skill, or rather his lack thereof. Still, he figured that she would considering that she herself liked to keep busy, he was just replicating his Captain's example. 

He was just about ready to head back when he noticed a strange looking child kneeling by what he learned was a lamppost. That seemed unusual to say the least, so Benjiro decided to do one last check. Rushing forward down the dimly-lit street, Benjiro focused on his weak energy sensing ability since his physical senses were compromised at night. Thankfully, at least for now, no threats seemed to appear on his radar, giving him a sense of security, false or otherwise. As he approached, he noticed the child did in fact have a soul chain, but it was nearing the end of his rope. It made sense considering the young child had been crying profusely. 

The gentle giant bent down and placed his hand on the child's head. "Are you alright, little one? Lost?" With a soft smile, he attempted to calm the sorrowful child. "M-mommy... She can't see me sniff" Immediately, his heart sank in his chest. He glanced around and saw a nearby home, with a sobbing mother sitting by the windowsill. It was truly heartbreaking how families could be stricken with such tragedy, especially to lose one as young as he was. Benjiro wrapped his large hands around the child's, closing his eyes to speak as calmly as possible."Hmm. I'm sorry, little one, it seems as if you're mother isn't ready to be by your side yet... and it seems like you need to move on now..." Immediately the child recoiled, screaming out. "No! I don't wanna leave my mommy! NO! NO!" He yelled out, angry, confused, and frustrated. Benjiro just took in a deep breath before calmly retorting. "Breathe, child. Things will be better on the other side, and I promise that I will reunite you with your mother, when the time is right. I swear to you in the name of the Buddha of Compassion. Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha. Guide this soul through the realms of Samsara, lead them to the path of enlightenment. Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha." He spoke, his prayer confusing and comforting the child at the same time, just enough for him to stop his tears. With that, Benjiro lifted his Asauchi and gently tapped the butt of the hilt against the forehead of the little one, performing the ritual of Konso. 

Once the child was sent to the Soul Society, Benjiro closed his eyes and clasped his hands together in prayer. "Namo Amitabha, may this child find peace and happiness in his journey through Samsara. May he be protected by the compassionate Buddha and be reunited with his loved ones, especially his mother, in the next life. Namo Amitabha" Throughout this whole prayer, Benjiro was in the traditional lotus sit under the light of the lamppost, exposing himself to any Spiritual Beings that happened to be looking in his direction...

[Zeich Yajuu]

Nighttime was a time of peace for many. Work had wound down, time had been spent with family and friends, and before long, people would be retiring to their rest. For many, perhaps, but not for Zeich. Though he had spent his required time at Uzaki Enterprises’ offices, doing his job as the head of security there, the former Shinigami was not one to sit idle. He still had plenty of energy left from his day, and he had long since developed a routine where he’d do a quick sweep of the less populated edges of Karakura, places where Shinigami were less likely to roam in their own vigil over the town. After all, the higher-populated areas were the ones most prone to Hollow attacks, were they not?

It was a fair assumption, but that did not prevent those on the edges of town from knowing despair, fear, or pain. It did not stop those who died from lingering on the strings of regret and sorrow. That was why Zeich made his usual patrol, leaving the Shinigami to their territory and dwelling along the edges. Though he was no longer a Shinigami, expelled from their ranks through his apparent death and self-exile, he had not stopped performing his duties. Hollows were uncommon and more often than not, it was a simple and quiet patrol. Tonight didn’t seem like it would be any different, and Zeich expected that he’d be heading home to sleep before long.

“Look there, Master.”

Expectations existed to be disappointed, it seemed. Zeich stopped as his companion spoke, and the two halted atop a low-sitting building near the edge of the city. Beside him, Haiiro placed his front paws on the edge of the rooftop to better see over the lip. The former Zanpaktou spirit continued to accompany his master despite his inability to perform in battle, the two sharing a bond beyond words as they lived their days out in Karakura, and he served to make up for Zeich’s lack of sight by acting as his eyes, projecting images along their connection. That was how the Vizard was easily able to spot that which Haiiro mentioned—the wolf’s eyes were pointed directly towards it, and provided a constant visual.

At the street’s edge, near a large lamp pole, an incredibly tall man knelt by a small child. No, not a standard child; Zeich could tell that this was a Plus, a human soul that had not transitioned to Soul Society on its own. Perhaps it was the shock of death, or perhaps something had happened to traumatize the child, leaving them too paralyzed or afraid to move on. Either way, it was tragic when a child was forced to linger, unable to process their death in the same manner an adult might. Zeich felt for the boy, but fortunately, he did not need to intervene; after all, the man accompanying the child was a Shinigami. The black kimono and the Zanpaktou the man bore was proof enough, and that was furthered when the man performed a Konso in order to send the child along. Things were in hand here, it seemed.

“Unusual to see a Shinigami out this far, huh Master? Most try and stay near the populated areas, since there are more people there and thus the chance of encountering lost souls or Hollows.” Haiiro’s question was merely a light intrigue, something to stand out in their routine day.

“I suppose. Maybe he got bored and decided to roam, or maybe they’re reforming their patrol routes slightly. Who’s to say what—” Zeich suddenly paused a moment, his eyes narrowing. “Haiiro. Raise your gaze upwards slightly, and towards the left. Roughly in that direction.” Zeich’s hand pointed unerringly, using Haiiro’s sight as a point of reference, and soon the wolf was looking in the direction that was indicated.

Clinging to a nearby building was a frog-like Hollow; a minor one, appropriate for a low-seated officer to handle. The Shinigami had somehow not noticed it; either he lacked the appropriate senses, or his attention was focused elsewhere—Zeich had idly noted that the man had dropped into something of a meditative stance—but either way, the Hollow had gone unspotted. Indeed, it likely realized this fact, as Zeich watched the creature’s leg muscles bunch up, the Hollow preparing to spring. Zeich hesitated, wondering if he should interfere and risk revealing himself, and that moment was enough for the Hollow to spring away from its perch, attempting to pounce on the Shinigami.

It was reason enough. Wrapping an arm around Haiiro, Zeich made a quick Shunpo step down to the street. The wolf was released, and immediately sped off, understanding his master’s intent. The former Zanpaktou spirit lunged across the distance like the wind he used to represent, and soon was right next to the Shinigami. “The Hollow Avoidance Express, now departing!” The wolf’s humor flowed through the bond between himself and his master as he suddenly grabbed the Shinigami by the back of his kimono and, without losing momentum, pulled them both away in a lunge. Haiiro was easily fast and strong enough to get them both out of the way, and the Hollow crashed into the ground behind them without even coming close.

Zeich, on the other hand, moved a step later, and even as the Hollow was turning to adjust for a second attack, found another figure standing before it. The former Shinigami was dressed in his usual incognito getup, with a long black coat disguising his body from the knees up, black gloves covering his hand, and the false copy of his Vizard Mask covering his face in a lupine visage. The Hollow only got a brief glance before Zeich’s Zanpaktou slid out of its sheath in a sudden burst of speed, a rapid slash that easily sliced the distance between the two of them and completely bisected its head, from the mask down through its neck. A single swing was all it took with the difference between the experienced Vizard and the low-level Hollow, and the creature dissolved almost immediately, purified by the destruction of its mask.

Zeich’s Zanpaktou was sheathed almost immediately, and he kept his back to the Shinigami he had rescued, a black silhouette against the falling light. Haiiro, on the other hand, didn’t seem inclined to retreat, and instead simply seated himself on the ground, his head tilting as he examined the man for injuries. “Hullo, friend! I hope our brief flight didn’t leave you battered, but I figured a few bruises was a fair price to pay to avoid being squashed by a Hollow, hm? But you should be alright now, I’m sure. Just let me know how you’re feeling, and we’ll be on our way!” Another pique of amusement had the wolf holding both of his front paws up in front of the Shinigami. “How many paws am I holding up, hmmm?”

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro sat cross-legged beneath a lamppost, the only source of light in the quiet and secluded outskirts of Karakura. He was deep in meditation, reflecting on the cycle of life and death. He thought about how Samsara had gifted the deceased with the ability to enter the Soul Society, a place of waiting for their chance at reincarnation. This brought him hope and gladness for the betterment of every soul. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel sorrow for the lost soul of the child he had encountered, longing to be reunited with his mother. He knew the vastness of the Soul Society made it highly unlikely, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that this was a test for him, to try and reunite the family in the future.

The thought that this could be a test for the child or the mother also crossed his mind. He knew that everything happened for a reason and that perhaps this was a trial that all three of them had to face. He couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility to help in any way he could, to guide them through their struggles and towards a better future. He meditated on these thoughts, allowing them to permeate his being and guide his actions in his duty as a Shinigami and an Agent of Samsara. Such was the path of a Buddhist like himself, one who struggled along the path to Nirvana and true Enlightenment. Perhaps this was the cruel truth beneath Samsara, the punishment that encouraged all to seek Nirvana, as the uncaring cycle refused to connect souls with their loved ones, even prompting most to forget them with time. Samsara was not in and of itself evil of course, but it was a fundamental truth, one that allowed souls to continuously better themselves. Perhaps that was the truth behind Nirvana, behind the escape of the cycle of reincarnation, to reunite with loved ones and find the souls that every individual cherishes the most. 

While deep in philosophical thought, Benjiro continued to circulate and exude his relatively low Spiritual Pressure. The reiatsu within his soul constantly in motion, but keeping a gentle flow similar to the serenity of a stream. Through mindful meditation, concentrated breathing, and active circulation, he had hoped to strengthen his abilities and eventually, his Spiritual Pressure as a whole. However, as the Reiatsu within himself continued to recycle and even purify itself little by little, increasing its quality, Benjiro was unwillingly becoming an unaware target and easy meal for a hollow not to far away from him. Thankfully, unbeknownst to him, Buddha had blessed him with a savior and protector that night. 

Deep in meditative thought, Benjiro began to feel a sudden lightness in his body, unlike any he had felt before. After losing his vision and becoming untethered from his physical sense momentarily during his sparring with Gestalt, he had felt a unique emptiness and lightness as if his soul was unbound from his body. In contrast to know, he had felt a lightness in his body, as if he was floating or flying. He felt the cool night breeze wash over him in strong gusts, chilling him quite a bit. It was as if he was one with the clouds themselves, at least, until he wasn't. Benjiro's face crashed against the ground from the sudden momentum of a Lupine beast grabbing him by the collar and pushing him far away. His eyes jolted upon as he looked up at the empty darkness of the night sky, not a star in sight to illuminate the area. He sat up, very slightly and lightly bruised, but he was used to pain much worse than that. Instead, his cloudy, irisless eyes gazed over to the first thing he saw, a wolf sitting not even a few feet away from him. His first thought was that this wolf was a beautiful creature, one that resembled or even surpassed the wild wolves on Mount Otowa back in his youth. His second thought was, why was there a wolf there and how was it looking right at him? It was more than a simple glance however, it seemed as if the wolf was examining him deeply before speaking up.

Benjiro's shock knew new bounds as the wolf enthusiastically greeted him and questioned him about any injuries he had sustained, though he also said that a few bruises were nothing compared to a hollow attack. What did that even mean? There was no hollow there, none that he could sense at least. The wolf had asked him about how he felt so that they could leave, holding up two paws and asking how many there were. Benjiro blinked, his eyes focusing in the dark as his gaze wandered. "Two paws... what is... who is?" He mumbled under his breath as he caught sight of an individual in a long cloak, black as night, turned away from him. He blinked and just barely caught sight of the remaining vestige of what once was a hollow before it dissipated entirely. "A-are you a Shinigami? Will that poor soul be purified?" He questioned, his voice clearly showing more concern over the perished hollow than himself or even the mysterious figure. He was worried that the soul would have been banished from Samsara prematurely, had the weapon to strike it down not been a Zanpakuto or an Asauchi. The worry had quickly caused Benjiro to bring his hands up in prayer as he quickly got up to his own two feet. "Namo Amida Butsu, guide this soul through the cycle of reincarnation with mercy and compassion." He offered up his prayer for the Buddhas to guide the hollow's journey through the afterlife, in the hopes that his savior had been a Shinigami himself. 

"I apologize for my lack of caution, I nearly lost my life there. Thank you, both of you." He bowed deeply and humbly to both the kind wolf and the mysterious man. His bow, despite having an earnest meaning, was comically deep, to the point that his head was left in between his legs. He looked back up, standing to his full height of 7 foot 3 once again, albeit his meek stance and rounded shoulders made him seem much smaller than he truly was. "My name is Benjiro, Hiroto Benjiro. I am an Unseated Officer of Squad 10, and I graciously thank you for saving my life."
 

[Zeich Yajuu]

Through Haiiro’s eyes, Zeich watched the Shinigami, getting an initial impression of the man’s personality and disposition. Shock came first, indicating that this was more than likely a rank-and-file Shinigami, rather than a seasoned veteran. Granted, there weren’t too many who would not be surprised by a wolf talking to them after the sudden flight, but the fact that the Shinigami had not even attempted to draw his weapon or assume a combat stance until he evaluated the threat definitely suggested that he was greener than most. A fresh graduate, perhaps? A recent appointment, at very least. That was good; in two years, Zeich’s reputation had likely faded enough that this Shinigami wouldn’t be likely to identify him.

The man’s question was an interesting one, however. Rather than wonder at the sudden appearance of a purposefully concealed individual or the potential for injury, this Shinigami was more concerned about the Hollow slain. Idealistic, but dutiful; Zeich could respect the latter, and the former had its merits. The prayer after further identified the man as Buddhist, at least as far as Zeich’s religious knowledge extended, but Soul Society was made up of individuals from all over the world and beyond. Another non-surprise for the ever-unflappable Vizard, and another useful bit of information.

Waiting for his companion to finish his prayer, Zeich spoke quietly. “There are many means by which to purge Hollows these days.” It was something of an evasive answer, but he did not wish to reveal that his weapon was a Zanpaktou; indeed, his cloak had already been closed over top of it, leaving the weapon hidden beneath it. The last thing he needed was for this Shinigami—Benjiro was his given name a moment later—to ask risky questions. If he asked for squad or similar after discovering Zeich’s Zanpaktou, then that could lead to an ugly situation in which an investigation on a rogue Vizard in Karakura could begin. He would have to leave Uzaki Enterprises behind and go into hiding again, likely in another city. It was that or be slain, and Zeich had no intention of doing either.

Haiiro was the more loquacious of the two, however, and wouldn’t leave it at that. “What Master means, friend, is that you need not concern yourself with the Hollow. We’ve dealt with it in a manner necessary to the situation, and everything is alright now. You’re fine, we’re fine, the Hollow’s gone; I think we can leave it at that, hm?” By now the wolf had bounded his way over to Zeich, turning to face Benjiro and continuing to provide the former Shinigami with a live feed of their companion. The two had maintained this bond for a long time now, and the Vizard had come to accept his partner’s vision as his own. Zeich continued to keep his back to Benjiro, and maintained his silence.

Haiiro continued to speak the Vizard’s thoughts for him, however. “In the future, you really should be more careful!” The wolf’s tone was playfully scolding, clearly tinted with amusement rather than genuine anger. “Definitely unseated, being as unwary as you were. Closing your eyes and meditating in the middle of one of the most spiritually-active cities on the world! Any Hollow would have sensed your spiritual energy—boy you don’t have much of it either, do you, just a bit above the human average—and come to gobble you up!”

“That’s enough.” Zeich spoke, his tone still neutral, even, measured. Haiiro was having his fun, but the last thing they needed was for him to let slip unnecessary information; he had already done so once in this conversation. Indeed, Zeich himself had purposefully not used his Zanpaktou Spirit’s name, lest it be traced back to Soul Society. He raised his voice slightly, ensuring Benjiro heard him. “If you are well, then we will be on our way. Be vigilant.”

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro watched in sorrow as the hollow's soul dissipated before his eyes, like a mere speck of dust in the wind. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sympathy for the creature that had been writhing in pain just moments before. He couldn't help but wonder if the soul of the hollow was saved, returned to Samsara. As he looked upon his savior, the man didn't seem to be a Shinigami, and he feared the worst. If a hollow was slain by any other method aside from the Zanpakuto, then their soul was sent into damnation.

What was the point of being a Shinigami, of having the power and responsibility to save all souls and protect the balance of the world, if he was just to act carelessly and get others killed for himself to live? He had always known that it was a risk that came with the job, but seeing it happen in front of his own eyes was a completely different story. He felt a weight on his chest, as if the gravity of the situation was crushing him, the guilt of the lost soul seared into his mind.
He asked his saviors, the mysterious man and wolf, if the hollow's soul had been purified, holding onto hope that his own shortcomings caused the loss of a life forevermore. It was then that the man spoke for the first time, speaking cryptically as he explained that there were more than one way to purge hollows. What..? Was that true? Benjiro couldn't help but feel worry and concern from that vague answer, but the wording implied that the hollow could have been saved, right? "Did you..? Sorry, I just, I wish I could have saved that lost soul. I truly am grateful for what you have done, thank you." The gentle giant spoke, his eyes falling to the ground sheepishly.

As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, he couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious man who had saved him. He was taught that only a Shinigami could preserve the soul of a hollow, but the man's words had cast doubt onto that notion. Benjiro's mind was racing with questions, and he couldn't help but feel both frustrated and defeated. He had failed to protect himself, and now he was left with the aftermath of his own mistakes. The wolf made sure that he wouldn't forget that.

Of his two saviors, the wolf was the more talkative one. He also seemed much warmer and friendlier. Benjiro found himself drawn to the wolf as well, out of both curiosity and confusion. He had never met a talking wolf before, but here he was, more than well versed in the the language of the people. He had used this gift to reassure Benjiro's mind and calm his heart. Apparently, the cloaked man was this wolf's master, and the important part he was meant to focus on was the fact that everyone was safe. Was that enough?

Benjiro smiled weakly as the wolf continued, scolding and admonishing him. He scolded him for his amateur mistake of meditating and blocking off his awareness in one of the most spiritually-active cities in the entire world. That was news to Benjiro, he was not aware that Karakura was so important. Apparently, any hollow would have sensed his spiritual energy, but at the same time, the wolf said that he did not have a lot of it, just barely having more than the normal human. Benjiro nodded as he listened to his own frailty being spoken back to him.

Thankfully, the cloaked man came to his rescue by telling the wolf to stop. They seemed busy, as the man stated that they would be on their way if he was uninjured, giving him one last piece of advice, to be vigilant. "I will, thank you. May the Buddha guide your path, wherever you go..." He said his farewells respectfully, but he couldn't help the growing curiosity gnawing on the fringes of his mind. "I um, I apologize if I am overstepping, but... do you have any advice on how I could become stronger? I don't want anyone to die on my watch anymore, especially because my life was saved..." It was a long shot, Benjiro wasn't sure if he could ask his saviors for advice, but he needed to know. If he could become as strong as this man was, perhaps he could be strong enough to protect others instead of being protected.

[Zeich Yajuu]

Benjiro’s question gave Zeich a moment for pause. “How can I become stronger?” He had asked, in his own way. Though the Shinigami’s mindset was overly naive and idealistic, at the same time, it came from a place of good intentions. The Vizard had once been driven to the goal of doing his duty back in the day, and that duty had included protecting as many as possible in the World of the Living, as well as those innocent Pluses that Hollows so often fed upon. Though it had been long ago, the former Shinigami recalled many instances of powerlessness, such as his futile fight against the Arrancar, Myza. His blade had been unable to scratch her Hierro, and she had only left by being driven off by reinforcements, through no effort of his own. That frustration had led him to develop his strength and become a better combatant as a result.

Master? Haiiro’s questioning thought slipped between their bond, the wolf having noticed Zeich’s pensive mood.

Rather than answer, Zeich turned slightly towards Benjiro, and for the first time he would reveal more of his silhouette to the man. In the sinking sun, shadows would deepen, but there was enough light that the Shinigami could make out the bone-white mask that Zeich wore. A snarling visage, the lupine mask was meant to match Tsukikage’s own, a Hollow’s mask with golden eyes hidden within their depths. Though it was a forgery, merely shaped to resemble the Vizard mask that Zeich could summon at any time, it was still a fearful facade that would undoubtedly make anyone who wasn’t expecting it blanch. The little light remaining was enough to reflect off of the former Shinigami’s eyes, making them seem to blaze golden from behind his mask.

“You would be stronger. Strong enough to defend, to perform your duties as a Shinigami.” Though he left his mask in place lest he risk concealing his identity, Zeich raised his voice, letting the other Shinigami hear him more clearly. “But strength is not something that is gained so easily, nor is it necessarily what you will need.” Zeich let those words sink in. Strength was not always the answer to a situation, at least not the strength to defeat or destroy. Strength was many more things, a lesson he had learned only after becoming a Vizard. It wasn’t enough to serve as a soldier, as a weapon; instead, one’s strength should also go towards protecting one’s own life.

Once, long ago, Zeich could have been considered a martyr. Though he was not one to simply throw his life away, he had not cared about it, either. He lived only to be able to serve longer, to be able to perform his duties and protect the cycle of life and death that existed between the worlds. His own life had been bereft of meaning, with nothing but training and duty to fill any absence or void. The former Shinigami had never cared for recreation, for socialization, for bonds or camaraderie. He had simply existed and fulfilled the duties he had been given, even if he did so in his own way despite orders given.

That had been anything but strength. Zeich’s willingness to throw himself away had been a weakness. With no value to his life, he put no unnecessary effort into doing more than was required. Survival was a matter of practicality and efficiency, with no desire or passion for living. He had been bound and limited by his own pragmatism, and in the end, had been shackled to the point where Tsukikage had managed to invade his soul to the fullest, take over his body, and wiped out an entire district of the Rukongai. With no will to do more than survive and no desire to go beyond duty and expectation, he had been utterly consumed. He had lacked the will to truly do more.

But that had changed, and since then, Zeich had learned the value of his life. He swore to protect it, even as he swore to perform his duties as a Shinigami. He would no longer accept, but would put everything he had on the line in order to not only serve, but to live in doing so. And that was why he responded to Benjiro’s plea for help, to the Shinigami’s desire to become stronger. A hint of warmth flowed through the bond to Haiiro, a sense of understanding and acceptance of the situation, as well as a desire to aid. He could do this much.

“Nonetheless, your desire is not unreasonable. You lack strength, and you wish to have more in order to protect and serve. I can teach you one kind of strength: the strength of self-determination. Only once you can protect and control the direction of your own life can you hope to use it to properly serve others. It will be up to you to strengthen your body and spiritual energy, but I can help strengthen your will and soul, if you so wish.”

“For the time being, you may call me Wolf. If you have any questions, ask them now.”

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro felt lost, his heart heavy with guilt and regret. He had been so careless, so self-indulgent by stopping in the middle of such an hotspot for spiritual energy, and now the lives and souls of others had been put at risk because of his recklessness. He was lucky to be alive, saved by the cloaked savior and his wolf companion. The gravity of his mistake weighed heavily on his soul, and he knew that he needed to become stronger to make amends and protect those around him.

He looked at the cloaked figure with pleading eyes, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked for any method to become stronger. He was determined to make things right, to ensure that he never put anyone in danger again. The man stopped in his tracks, his golden gaze piercing through the darkness of his hood, and for a moment Benjiro felt as though he were being scrutinized, judged for his mistakes. It only made the stare harsher when he realized that the mask his savior wore resembled that of a hollow.

Benjiro wondered if this man was actually a hollow, if he had somehow transcended the bestial hunger for souls that most other hollows had. He seemed more conscious than most, which made him question whether or not the Shinigami's duty of slaying hollows was indeed a good thing. Then again, this man dispatched of the hollow so quickly that it seemed as if there was no other option. Benjiro was curious to say the least, but the identity of the Lupine savior was not important right now.

It was then that, something shifted in the air, and the cloaked savior's demeanor seemed to soften. His words were measured and deliberate as he imparted his knowledge, and Benjiro listened intently, soaking up every word like a sponge. The golden gaze had seen through his intentions, knowing that he wanted enough power to protect and defend, as a Shinigami would do. But that was when the man imparted more of his knowledge, explaining that strength was not gained easily, nor was it what he needed.

Benjiro was confused by this statement, if not strength, then what did he lack? Still, he felt a glimmer of hope ignite within him, as if this chance encounter had been set to guide his path. Perhaps the journey towards his goal needed something deeper than just strength, with a stronger foundation than the path to power. In time, he would train and become stronger, but strength alone is hollow. The man seemed to confirm this with his next statement, saying that there was a kind of strength that could be taught, the strength of self-determination.

It was at this moment that the masked man offered to strengthen his will and his soul, to gain control over the direction of his life and to use it properly in service to others. Benjiro's desperation quickly vanished as resolve found its way into his irisless eyes, staring up at the golden glow beneath the mask. He bowed in respect, ready to receive guidance from the Wolf. "I only have one question, Master Wolf. Will the power of self-determination be enough to protect everyone? It may seem silly, as most of my teachers and peers at the Shino Academy have said, but I wish to put an end to the suffering between the races, as impossible as it may seem."

[Zeich Yajuu]

Benjiro’s question might have caused a moment of reflection and thought for others, but for Zeich, it was a simple answer. “No. It will not be enough.” It was a hard response, but it dipped into the former Shinigami’s pragmatism. No amount of good will, strength, or desire was enough to protect everyone. It was impossible. That did not preclude the desire to do so, however, and his tone softened slightly. “No one is able to be everywhere and save everyone, Benjiro. No one is able to solve all of the world’s problems, nor protect all the things they value or all of the people they love. No matter how fervent the determination or how strong the will, you will lose that which you find precious. It is a statement of fact.”

Zeich let those words hang in the air for a moment, to let Benjiro digest them, and then continued. “But that does not mean you cannot try, however, or that we should just accept the losses that will come. Though we may fail and fall far from perfection, every step towards it is a step we did not have before. Even in a never-ending journey of self-development, we can always make progress in the right direction. That is part of the self-determination that you will learn over time.” He fell silent again, once more leaving Benjiro to formulate his own thoughts and responses. It depended on the Shinigami’s own will; if he was able to understand what would be, but still strive against it, he could stand against the harsh reality rather than crumbling under it.

That was the most I’ve heard you speak at once in a good long while, Master. The stray thought that came through his bond with Haiiro was tinged with a hint of amusement as the wolf patiently allowed the two to speak without his usual intervention. And dare I say, did I detect a hint of encouragement and hope in there? Goodness me, this is a treat. You might actually sound positive for once, oho! Zeich sent a wrinkle of annoyance across their connection, but that only strengthened Haiiro’s amusement. Would that the wolf had a human’s expressions, he might be struggling to hide a smile or laugh. As it was, the only signs he gave were subtle, a wag of the tail to indicate his genuine delight.

“For now, I am going to teach you some very basic lessons to begin with.” Zeich’s stare hardened, his eyes piercing and that gaze discerning. “Namely, survival. One cannot protect lives with a life one no longer has. For that, we need to work on your awareness of the situation around you. Let us get a feeling for your ability to sense your surroundings.” At that moment, Zeich stopped masking his spiritual pressure, though only enough to produce a faint presence. His abilities with in stealth allowed him some control over his spiritual pressure, at least against those who weren’t trained to specifically look for it, and it allowed him to release it in small amounts, slowly rising, to get an idea of Benjiro’s ability to sense it.

Eventually the man would detect it, and it would be an experience. Zeich’s presence was suppressive, as was the nature of his Zanpaktou, and the feeling of his spiritual energy was stifling. It wasn’t quite enough to be suffocating, but laid pressure atop those who felt it. Breathing felt harder, not impossible or truly difficult, and there was a sense of, strangely enough, nothingless. It was a blank wall that told nothing of the spirit that released it, at least not by itself. But painted across that canvas of still gray, there was a hint of something more. Touches of violent red, a hint at something deeper and darker, made streaks across that oppressive fog. Something lay beneath the surface, and yet still sent ripples across that placid stillness.

The Vizard would increase that feeling of spiritual pressure until Benjiro said something, or until it reached a moderate point at which he ran the risk of anyone surveying the area being able to detect him. Despite the intensity that his spiritual pressure suggested, his body language was calm, controlled. There was no hint of the violence that shimmered beneath, the anger and broiling bloodlust that barely touched the surface. As impassive as stone, Zeich stood, and waited, and watched. That golden-eyed stare never left Benjiro once.

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro felt deeply disheartened and distraught as Wolf quickly shut down his goal of protecting everyone from suffering. He had been driven by a fierce determination to make the world a better place, but Wolf's words shattered his hope. He had always believed that with enough power, he could prevent all suffering, but Wolf made it clear that this was an impossible task. As he listened to Wolf's explanation, Benjiro felt the weight of the world crushing down upon him, his dreams of a better future slipping away.

The realization that no matter how much he tried, he could not save everyone's life hit him like a ton of bricks. He had always known that death was inevitable, but the idea that he would have to live with the loss of what was precious to him was unbearable. Benjiro was overwhelmed by a sense of futility and despair. He had dedicated himself to a goal that was impossible to achieve, and now he was faced with the harsh reality that he would never be able to make a difference in the way he had hoped.

He feared he would lose himself to the growing pit in his chest when Wolf had spoken up once more, explaining that, despite the odds, he could still try. He explained that this was not an excuse to accept the losses and pain that would come, that every failure was still a step closer towards the unattainable goal. That was when he said something that deeply resonated within him, that even in a never-ending journey of self-development, one could always make progress in the right direction.

Benjiro was touched immensely by those words, feeling like his path to Enlightenment was illuminated by this fateful encounter. As Benjiro stared into the golden gaze behind the Lupine mask, his own eyes began to reflect a wellspring of resolve and hope that he had yet to tap into. Was self-determination an aspect of his Buddhist journey he had yet to learn? It must have been, as he felt his soul quake at the realization. It began to make a lot more sense given the Wolf's mysterious appearance, the mask of the hollows, the formless cloak, and the Shinigami-like mission and method of fighting. He was an amalgamation of the different races, a symbol of an Enlightened being that transcended the races.

"I greet you once more, Okami Butsu (Wolf Buddha). Thank you for your guidance." He said with a bow. Despite not knowing whether or not Wolf, or rather Okami Butsu, was an actual Buddha, Benjiro would treat him with the respect and deference of one. From his teachings at Kiyomizudera temple, the Okami symbolized the traits of loyalty, freedom, and instinct. The principle of self-determination, the loyalty to one's duty empowered by the freedom of individuality, seemed to match up quite well. He couldn't simply ignore the signs, after all.

The Okami Butsu continued by saying that he was going to teach Benjiro some basic lessons, mainly Survival. There was the third sign of the Wolf, instinct. Anyways, the Okami Butsu wanted to test Benjiro's ability to assess his surroundings and to work on his awareness. "Understood, Okami Butsu." With that, he took in a deep breath and focused on his senses. First, his vision, he looked around in the dead of night, noticing that he could barely see beyond the lights of the lampposts. Nothing else seemed to be around, which meant he had to focus.

Turning to his sense of hearing, Benjiro listened intently for any abnormal sounds, but all he heard was the slight rustle of the wind and the normal hustle and bustle of people in their homes. He had also lacked a particularly sensitive sense of smell, which meant odors were out. Touch and taste were too tactile to be used to assess his surroundings as well, so instead, Benjiro turned inwards. There was a unique sense that he had only awakened when he became a Shinigami, and that was the sense of his soul.

Benjiro closed his eyes, allowing his breath to revitalize his spirit and allow him to be more aware of the energies at play. It took a few moments, maybe even more than what the Okami Butsu expected of most Shinigami, even fresh ones, before Benjiro suddenly felt the stifling nature of a growing spirit. Benjiro could only feel it for a moment, but the energy felt oppressive, yet empty, devoid of feeling and outright hostility for the most part. Benjiro wanted to gleam more but as his breathing became labored, his connection to his spirit waned. "Hngh."

Benjiro looked up into the golden-eyes of his teacher for the night. "Are you alright? Your spirit, it felt... lonely."

[Zeich Yajuu]

Zeich found himself bemused at Benjiro’s sudden shift in tone brought about a new title for him, like a student addressing a master. ...Okami Butsu? ‘Wolf Buddha?’ I don’t believe I fit the intended image... Teaching was not something he was accustomed to, and to the Vizard, everything he had stated was sourced in his own life and experiences. Yet they seemed to resonate with the relatively young Shinigami standing before him, inspiring him in ways that Zeich had not expected. He supposed that was a good thing, even if he was not sure how to truly feel about it; so long as one more Shinigami could live their lives for the sake of living as well as performing their duty, then he was… satisfied, in a way.

Haiiro’s response was naturally amused, the wolf’s stifled laughter expressing itself through the flickering of his ears and a slow wag to his tail. Master, Master… you’re thinking of the Buddha, the big round monk that is often referred to in that religion. He’s calling you a Buddha, or an enlightened person. You’ve clearly surpassed the nature of a… well, whatever he thinks you are, and he probably thinks you’re rather wise. Regrettably he does not know you like I do... If his expression were more human, Haiiro would be stifling a widening smile at the brief surge of annoyance sent between the two of them.

While the two of them sparred mentally, Benjiro had taken the time to begin detecting his surroundings. Zeich watched him quietly—or rather, Haiiro did, as long as Zeich kept him focused on Benjiro and not constantly roaming the area with his eyes—as the Shinigami slowly closed his eyes to attempt to rely on his spiritual senses. While it was a bit of a handicap to limit another means of sensory input, it was likely necessary; this indicated that Benjiro was inexperienced with sensing spiritual energy, if he had any talent in doing so. Worth noting; if the man proved that he was unable to sense spiritual energy, then Zeich would have to push hard on developing the man’s more natural senses, particularly his senses of hearing and touch…

“Are you alright? Your spirit, it felt… lonely.”

Those words broke Zeich from his contemplation, and his eyes narrowed slightly behind the mask. He knew the sense of his own spiritual impression and how it affected others: nothingness, emptiness, and a sense of suppressive force. He wasn’t sure he’d use the word “lonely” to describe it, but then again, the Vizard had never really understood the concept of loneliness on a personal level. He had always been something of a loner, working with others only when necessary and otherwise handling things himself. It was practical and efficient to send in a lone agent who could handle himself, and it required far less coordination than trying to assemble and guide a team. No, lonely wasn’t a word Zeich casually found himself familiar with.

That’s not entirely true, Master. I can think of one time where you’ve really understood loneliness. It only took a gentle prod from Haiiro to remind Zeich of that event. The day that Tsukikage had awoken, the pain of loss as one of the Vizard’s two Zanpaktou spirits was ripped away and devoured; that emptiness had left a gaping hole both in the Inner World and in Zeich’s soul, a painful one that gnawed at him even today. Was that really just “loneliness” though? It was more “loss,” but the Vizard supposed that the two went hand in hand. Loss created that emptiness, that loneliness of missing what was once there. Maybe he did understand it to some extent…

Zeich let his spiritual energy dissipate and vanish again, that subtle pressure disappearing and lifting its weight off of Benjiro’s shoulders. He considered the best response to the Shinigami’s question, and decided that it was best to be straightforward. “What you felt is a measure of perfect and necessary calm, Benjiro. That stillness and quiet is a necessity for one such as myself, maintaining a delicate balance between a machine-like discipline and a loss of rationality. Were I to let it slip either way, well...” The Vizard shrugged, a rippling motion beneath his cloak. “I suppose I’m more inclined to lean towards the former. It is not ‘loneliness’ so much as it is measured calmness.”

“Now that I’ve a sense of your spiritual awareness, let’s focus on using it in conjunction with your other senses.” Zeich gave a half-nod to Haiiro, sending instructions in the bond between them quickly. More amusement flooded back through their connection as the wolf took to his task with a bit of glee. Haiiro would stride forward and assume a posture that looked like he was ready to pounce, a stance that was unquestionably aggressive. “All you have to do is avoid being tagged. He won’t bite you hard or anything, but if his teeth or claws touch you, you’re ‘dead.’ I expect you to maintain full awareness, lest you find yourself falling victim to an attack you don’t expect.”

Naturally, Haiiro did not wait for a signal to begin – few battles came with an agreed-upon start, and so it was up to Benjiro to respond accordingly. The wolf held back his speed to a mere 100, a third of what he could accomplish were he to push himself, and would lunge at Benjiro, aiming for the man’s thigh with his teeth. It was a simple, straightforward lunge that one could read if one was watching. If that attack was dodged, he would leap back, and then make a larger leap, bringing his claws slashing before him. These were aimed at the torso and intended to be shallow – after all, they didn’t want to disembowel their student – but they would draw blood if they connected.

At the same time, Zeich was watching closely, and the moment that the Shinigami’s attention was fully on Haiiro, he would move with a rapid Shunpo, his own speed reaching nearly 4000 as he stepped past the two of them. His skill in stealth had already let him blend into the background, maintaining complete stillness and quiet until Benjiro had focused fully on Haiiro, and so it was likely that the Shinigami would not notice his absence immediately unless he specifically looked to him. Once behind Benjiro, Zeich let his spiritual presence flow out again, still at that same mild amount that Benjiro had sensed before, and counted to five.

Two scenarios would come from this. After five seconds, if the Shinigami hadn’t noticed him by then in all his dodging of Haiiro’s bites and lunges, the Vizard would simply step up behind Benjiro and slide a finger along the back of the man’s neck and speak. “You’re dead. You failed to notice the attacker behind you.” On the other hand, if the man had somehow managed to sense Zeich and turned in time, even if “struck” by the Vizard’s outstretched finger, he would earn a nod of approval from the stoic Vizard. It was time to see which scenario played out.

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro's intuition told him that there was something off about the Okami Butsu's response, even if he didn't know him all that well. He felt like he could sense a profound sadness emanating from him, like a heavy weight that refused to lift. Was it regret? Loss? It was an intense and unfamiliar emotion, one that he struggled to comprehend. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone feeling so weighed down, especially someone he had come to trust and respect. He wanted to reach out to the Okami Butsu, to comfort him, but he was unsure of how to proceed.

As he listened to the shrouded man speak, Benjiro felt a deep empathy for the man before him. Despite his stoic facade and the claims of measured calmness, he could sense some sort of restraint or hesitation in his words. It was as if the Okami Butsu was carrying a heavy burden that he couldn't share with anyone. Benjiro felt a pang of sadness for him, and he wanted to do something to alleviate this emptiness, but he wasn't sure what he could do, exactly. Unless of course, he just did his best in the training that the man had offered him?

As he studied the Okami Butsu, Benjiro tried to read the man's body language, to see if he could glean any insight into his true feelings. He watched what he could of the man's movements and listened intently to his words, searching for any hint of vulnerability or distress. Though he couldn't discern much, he felt that he was beginning to understand the Okami Butsu on a deeper level. He was a man who cared, a man of great power, and a man of great discipline. He needed to be, lest he lose control of himself and lose everything he cared for. Perhaps even again. He knew that he couldn't force the shrouded man to open up, but he hoped that he could at least be a comforting presence for him.

"Measured calmness. I see." Benjiro nodded, trying to replicate that in his own soul. The constantly flowing nature of his spirit, almost like that of a gentle stream, had slowed considerably. It was his goal to stop it entirely, until his soul was at rest, as still as a pond. That was when the Okami Butsu decided to continue with his lesson, saying that he needed to use it in conjunction with his other senses, with the sole objective being to avoid being tagged by the Okami Butsu's wolf.

Benjiro refused to say another word, trying his hardest to simultaneously sense the world physically and spiritually. It was difficult as it was to simply sense nearby spiritual energies with his full focus, but now he had to split his attention in more ways than one? Worse yet, his wolf moved at speeds far beyond what he could comprehend with either of his senses alone. That is, if he used his senses alternatively, dividing his perception between the two. What if...

The wolf did not give him time to think, instead lunging at him much faster than he thought. The gentle giant took a quick step to the side, pushing himself as fast as he could and just barely dodging the claws and bite with ample time to react. He only just turned in time when he noticed that the wolf already created more distance between the two of them. In a split second, he lunged towards Benjiro with even more ferocity, and the Shinigami could not dodge. Well, not without assistance.

It was at that moment that Benjiro pushed the nearly still pool of reiatsu within himself into a sudden roaring tide, enhancing his speed for a single step as he flashed to the side. Unfortunately, he did not exactly stick the landing, finding himself wobbling and nearly losing balance. It was at that point that Benjiro decided to try his idea, the one that he had no real inkling of how to perform. That idea was to combine his senses, both physical and spiritual.

If he was correct, his spiritual senses could only extend to his immediate vicinity, while his actual senses could see farther than that, but with a lack of clarity. If he focuses his vision and hearing on stimuli that was further away, could he focus his spiritual senses to inform him of what was immediately around him? He needed to try at least, especially if he wanted a chance to actually dodge the wolf's next lunge, wherever he may be. In that moment, his five seconds were up.

As soon as the Okami Butsu's finger reached out to touch Benjiro, he felt that same isolating presence, that same oppressive aura, and he flinched. As he started to turn, he felt the finger of the Okami Butsu slide along his neck. Regardless of the response he got, Benjiro just shook his head. "I'm beginning to understand, but it is far from natural in its current state. Were you a real opponent, I'm sure I would have died just then." He said tactfully, whether he got approval or not. Benjiro needed no praise or acknowledgement, only the knowledge that he has and is bettering himself. After all, he needed to be better to achieve his goals, or at least get as close as possible.

Reiatsu:300/350
-50 for Shunpo

[Zeich Yajuu]

Benjiro’s responses were as Zeich expected, and the Vizard watched carefully as his companion moved to avoid Haiiro’s strikes. His speed wasn’t terribly impressive, but he was still a low-ranked Shinigami, and Haiiro was not weak by normal standards. Even at a reduced speed, the wolf’s attacks were still enough to force Benjiro into a Shunpo, the step technique propelling the tall Shinigami away from his attacker and out of range. This, however, left him vulnerable at the key moment at which Zeich chose to step forward. The Vizard stepped forward, prepared to make his “strike” that would mark his student as “dead.”

Interestingly, Benjiro was able to turn, albeit at the last second. Whether it was a fluke, or perhaps some familiarity after the first taste of Zeich’s spiritual presence, the man did open up his awareness just enough to spot the threat. Naturally, it would have still been a fatal strike in a real battle, but it was a good lesson and an opportunity for the Shinigami to adjust his way of thinking and improve his wariness. Indeed, the man admitted as much, and Zeich added that to his evaluation of him: Benjiro was a very straightforward and sincere individual, one who saw what was presented to him and was willing to believe the evidence of his senses over the stagnancy of pride. Zeich gave his companion a subtle nod, an indication of approval in his development.

What Benjiro wouldn’t see was the hint of a smile hidden behind the lupine mask, an instant before a large weight crashed atop him.

A sudden force would catch Benjiro from the side after he turned to address Zeich, with Haiiro boldly tackling the man. He didn’t hold back his strength either; though modest compared to some of the stronger Shinigami, he bore a good 200, far more than the basic human body could produce on its own. Though Shinigami were far more durable, and Benjiro’s size likely worked in his favor as well, he’d likely find himself bowled over, with the result being him lying on the ground with Haiiro seated atop him, tail wagging briskly in amusement at his antics, ears perked up as he panted. “I gotcha! You’re dead, rawr snarl grrr!”

It was a simple but straightforward lesson, paired with the other: never let one’s guard down. While another teacher might have ended the lesson once he had been noticed in order to review it, Zeich had indicated for Haiiro to continue his attack, having a different lesson in mind. Life was often unfair and did not care for rules, honor, or dignity. Instead, it was equally likely to strike by surprise, to beat an individual while they were down, or to take advantage of them when they least expected it. The lessons were harder and came with their fair share of bruises, but in the end were more effective in their motivation.

But there was a third lesson to follow the first two, one that Zeich did not announce. Howl, Tsukikage.

The lesson set, Zeich gave a slight tilt of his head and a command for Haiiro to dismount his throne of conquest, to which the wolf just chuckled as he climbed down. Reaching out a gloved hand, the Vizard offered it to Benjiro to help him back to his feet. “As you can see, life is not always fair. The battle doesn’t stop until your opponents are unable or unwilling to continue, and you should not assume the latter.” Once the Shinigami was standing again, Zeich would release the man’s hand and step away. Benjiro would notice a faint gray powder coating his palm and spilling down the length of his arm. An examination would find it slightly gritty, but finer than sand. Indeed, it was ash, the charred remnants of something that once was. It would not come off easily, either; if Benjiro attempted to brush it off, he’d feel it cling and stick.

The truth was that the ash was not a simple substance, nor residue that had been simply left on Zeich’s gloves to be transferred to his student’s hand by accident. The ash was a portion of his Zanpaktou, its power Released beneath his cloak and hidden from sight. Unlike most Zanpaktou, Tsukikage did not flare its presence when transformed into its Shikai state, its suppressive nature blocking it from having any sort of energy signature. Thus it could flow from its sheath and along his body, masked by Zeich’s cloak, and slip down his sleeves and across his glove to be transferred to Benjiro’s hand at a touch. The substance used the bearer’s Reiatsu to stick to them like glue, siphoning their spiritual energy and keeping itself stuck to the surface. Zeich restrained the majority of his Shikai, keeping it from draining away Benjiro’s Reiatsu and preventing it from inflicting its concentration-breaking pain. It simply stuck there, spread across the man’s hand and sleeve.

“One last lesson.” A simple mental command reshaped the ash, and suddenly it congealed and formed a long, thin needle, its point directly at the vein in Benjiro’s wrist. Had he extended it a bit more, Zeich could have easily cut through skin and vein to leave the man bleeding heavily with little effort. He purposefully held back to avoid hurting the Shinigami. “Always be wary. Even a friend could turn out to be an enemy. Don’t fear everything, but cast doubt on your belief that you know everything. Be aware not just with your senses, not just with your spirit, but with your mind, too.”

“You have accepted the aid of a stranger. You have trusted this unknown individual with your life. At any point during this, I could have simply killed you. For all you know, I’ve been playing with you this whole time, waiting for the right moment to savor your death. I am not your comrade, nor am I even an acquaintance. You know nothing about me: name, race, abilities. Yet you’ve let your guard down around me. Be ever vigilant, if you wish to ensure your own well-being.”

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro knew that he had to stay focused, lest he be caught off guard by the Okami Butsu or his wolf companion. He took deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves, and focused on his surroundings, using every sense available to him. He listened carefully to the sound of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the chirping of birds. He scanned the area with his eyes, taking note of any movement or changes in the environment. He also remained alert to any fluctuations in the spiritual energy around him.

As the test began, Benjiro's concentration was put to the test as the Okami Butsu's wolf companion began to stalk him. The wolf was fast and deadly, and Benjiro knew that he had to be ready for any sudden attacks. He kept his senses sharp, and his mind clear, attempting to anticipate the wolf's every move. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as the wolf closed in on him, but he remained focused, not letting his fear get the better of him. He calmed the racing of his heart until it slowed to a steady pace, allowing him to focus just in time to barely dodge the immensely speedy wolf.

Thanks to his hyperfocus, when the Okami Butsu himself began to approach, Benjiro was ready for him. He watched the wolf's movements carefully, but he had barely paid any attention to the test giver himself. If it wasn't for his prior experience in sensing the Okami Butsu's disciplined yet calm soul, he would not have been able to pick up on the attack before it was too late. Not like he could do anything once he did figure it out though, as the gentle giant felt a pressure against his neck, indicating his defeat.

Benjiro knew that this was a test, set up by the Okami Butsu to help him survive, but that wasn't enough for him. He had failed to react in time, even if he had sensed the man's approach at the very end. He admitted as much, knowing fully that if it was a true attack by a real enemy, he would have been dead. That forthright honesty of his seemed to be appreciated by the Okami Butsu, but that was not why he had said it. Praise and victory were nothing but hollow in the face of learning and enlightenment, and that was what Benjiro sought out.

That was when the wolf pounced on him, the very moment that Benjiro had let his concentration wane and his senses fade. The immense force sent him to the ground, but he felt no pain. Instead, he felt a lightness fill from within his chest as the vocal wolf exclaimed that he had succeeded in killing the much weaker Shinigami. As Haiiro's tail wagged, Benjiro's laugh began to fill the air. The gentle giant ran his hands through Haiiro's fur, scratching him behind the ears if the jubilant wolf would allow it. "Ah, I am defeated once again! Good boy~" The joy was contagious, hopefully enough for the Okami Butsu to enjoy as well. 

After a few moments, the wolf backed away, giving Benjiro some room to breathe once again. He sat up off of the ground, his eyes falling upon the Okami Butsu again as he allowed his spiritual senses to activate once more. The last thing he wanted at this point was to get ambushed by another assailant after all. It was at that point that the Okami Butsu offered him his hand, which the inexperienced Shinigami took without a moment of hesitation, just as the man taught him one more lesson. He was meant to never let his guard down, until one's opponent was unable or unwilling to continue. 

As soon as the Okami Butsu pulled away, Benjiro noticed the fine grains of silver or gray dust scattered across the length of his arm. He slowly rubbed his opposite hand over his arm, trying to wipe the ashes away, but it only clung to his skin even further. Whatever it was, it caused Benjiro to worry for a split second, only to remember that the Okami Butsu was the only one who could have left such a thing. In that case, the Shinigami calmed himself and placed his trust in the Enlightened One.

Just as he expected from the Okami Butsu, this was yet another lesson. It was the lesson that was most fitting for the Wolf that he represented, that a friend could become a foe in as little as a moment. It was not an excuse to fear everything and everyone, but to cast doubt upon what he knew. Awareness extended past both his physical and spiritual senses, it included his spirit and his mind as well. It was then that the Okami Butsu cast doubt upon Benjiro's decision making, for this whole time the Okami Butsu could have been playing him and biding his time to kill him. 

Unfortunately for him, Benjiro just smiled and shook his head. "You are not a comrade, nor are you an acquaintance, Okami Butsu. You are a teacher, a guide, and to me, a friend. I am forever grateful for your guidance." He said with another bow, showing his utmost respect to the masked man. "I apologize for my arrogance in assuming this, but I doubt that you would hurt me now. I am a relatively good judge of character, and I sense no hostility coming from you." He said with a soft grin before nodding head and taking in this final lesson. "However, I do see your point. I will be more wary from now on." With that, he gave one final bow to the Okami Butsu, as well as a quick boop to the snoot of Haiiro, as Benjiro gathered himself for his return to the Soul Society. 

[Zeich Yajuu]

Haiiro wasted no time in accepting Benjiro’s kindness and affection, his tongue lolling out and his head tilting to and fro at the fingers running through his fur. His tail wagged, and his expression was as joyful as a canine’s features could get. The joy flowing through their bond was almost staggering to Zeich, who nonetheless showed no reaction despite the influx of feeling he was not accustomed to. He did make a note, however, to show Haiiro much of the same affection at a later point; it seemed that the wolf truly enjoyed the sensations, and he deserved a little attention from time to time. A perk of Haiiro’s ears indicated that he had picked up on the stray thought, and the happiness flowing between them picked up a notch.

I think I could get used to being around a fellow like this, hm, Master? What a wonderfully friendly spirit he is!

Zeich chuckled inwardly, unable to avoid the infection of Haiiro’s enjoyment, a sensation he wasn’t familiar with. While he could have fed the overabundance of joy to Tsukikage to ease the effects on his own person and level out his emotional state, for once, the Vizard took a moment to to simply accept it as it was, to feel that burst of positive emotion spreading between the two of them. It was surprisingly relaxing, compared to much of the other feelings he was used to experiencing. He soaked it in, let himself feel briefly invigorated, refreshed. Then, with only a slight regret, he let it trickle away from him and walled off his emotions, steeling himself once more.

The test with the ashes from Tsukikage went by, and Zeich’s warning and admonishment were given. He was, however, surprised by Benjiro’s response to him. While his naivete continued to impress, at the same time, his judgment was… surprisingly accurate. Maybe it was his time spent hiding, or maybe it was an attempt to be something more than a vigilante, but Zeich realized that he had softened to some extent. That killing aura that had shrouded him while he lived in the grips of Tsukikage’s threat to take over had slowly eased away, and although he had only replaced it with a shroud of empty neutrality, a stillness without definition, it was still an improvement from the monster he had once been.

You know, Haiiro… if this is an example of those emerging from Soul Society these days, there may be hope for us yet. Us, and all other outcasts from Soul Society.

Zeich didn’t dare let hope truly sink its roots in, yet he had to wonder: was it possible that the ever-conservative Soul Society was starting to change? Was the sentiment towards those who weren’t “pure,” like the Vizard, starting to change? What else had happened in the time he’d been gone from the other world? What other mindsets had changed, what decisions had been made? Who led the various squads now, and how did their actions change the rest of the Gotei? Admittedly, he wasn’t sure how he felt about the departure from tradition, but at the same time, Zeich couldn’t help but wonder.

In the meantime, though, it seemed it was time for Benjiro to depart. No doubt the man had to return to his Squad; Zeich had detained the man for long enough, and his superiors would probably worry at his delay in returning. At the Shinigami’s bow, Zeich paused briefly, and then lowered his own head ever so slightly, a sign of respect for a man who had been an acceptable pupil. Haiiro, on the other hand, was more than happy to show his own feelings on the matter by playfully bumping his head against the man’s legs and indicating his happiness with a wag of his tail. The boop he received a moment later caused his head to pull back slightly in surprise, and it was only sheer willpower that kept Zeich from laughing out loud at the wolf’s expression. The humor could not be concealed from their bond, however, and was met with amusement after the initial moment of shock.

As Benjiro turned to leave, Zeich stopped him briefly one last time with a few words. “Two things before you depart, Benjiro. The first is a warning: when you return to the Soul Society, I advise that you keep our meeting to yourself. For your own safety as well as mine, it would be best to pretend you’d never met me. There are still those within the Gotei who would have your head, and attempt to have mine; few are willing to accept those of us who live between lives like I do, and far more would be willing to condemn without thought. Please bear that in mind as you move forward. We might meet again at some point, but until then, keep your silence.”

The second is one last lesson: trust yourself, and your judgment. You are correct in assuming I have no hostility towards you, and while that might not always be the case, trust that sense of others. Learn to believe in your own insight.” Zeich reached out, and put a hand on the tall man’s shoulder. “And… thank you.” The words were not forced, but somehow felt hard to say due to lack of familiarity. It was rare that the Vizard ever felt this sincere appreciation for another person. “It is rare that I get to talk to another in a non-hostile environment, and rarer yet that it ends on a companionable note. It has… truly been a pleasure, Benjiro.”

“Now, off with you.” After a soft shooing motion, Zeich turned and departed quickly, his Shunpo carrying him off with incredible speed as he leapt up towards the rooftops of Karakura. Dawn would be coming soon, and he intended to get a few hours of sleep before he had to be up in the morning. The night had not been a waste, however, and in the end, he was glad that he had stopped and made the decision to meddle in the Shinigami’s affairs.

It had been an unlikely meeting, but a worthwhile one.

[Benjiro Hiroto]

As Benjiro stood amidst the suddenly serene and joyous scene in the middle of Karakura, he felt an inexplicable sense of connection with the two. It was as if a thread of understanding bound him to both the majestic deity of the Okami Butsu and the magnificent wolf that stood by his side. The wolf's piercing golden eyes bore into his soul, and Benjiro felt as if he could feel its emotions, as if there was an unspoken bond between them already. Well, it was that or the fact that Haiiro's tail was wagging with the pets and rubs that he received.

Honestly, despite the vast difference in power and their contrasting outlooks on life, Benjiro was overwhelmed with gratitude for the insights that the Okami Butsu and the wolf had shared with him. Given the abrupt nature of their meeting, as well as Benjiro's own inexperience, the fact that they took the time out of their night to help him in this manner was truly appreciated by the gentle giant. His heart swelled with appreciation as he bowed down to the two of them, one final sign of respect. He felt as if they were kindred spirits who had found solace in each other's presence.

Still, eventually, Benjiro knew that the time they had together had drawn to a close. The Soul Society was not keen on letting Shinigami overstay in the World of the Living, and his own moral compass and sense of duty disallowed him from breaking the rules to that extent. He paid his respects to the Okami Butsu, bowing deeply with reverence. The deity's wisdom was evident as it shared two final pieces of advice with him. Firstly, Benjiro was instructed not to mention their meeting to anyone, for the sake of their safety. This revelation filled Benjiro with a sense of unease, realizing that the Okami Butsu was considered an enemy to the Soul Society, a fact that saddened him deeply, but one that he would respect.

The second piece of advice from the Okami Butsu resonated deeply with Benjiro. The deity emphasized the importance of trusting and believing in himself, as his own judgment and insights would be his most valuable assets. Benjiro nodded solemnly, taking the words to heart. "The pleasure is mine, Okami Butsu. May our paths cross again," As he bid farewell to the Okami Butsu and the wolf, a renewed sense of determination stirred within him. He knew that he would carry the memories of this encounter with him forever, cherishing the lessons learned and insights gained. 

With a smile, no longer burdened by the consequences of his failures and his own ineptitudes, but rather blessed by the guidance of such a fated encounter, Benjiro gripped his Asauchi with a newly steeled resolve. He unsheathed the blade, the silver gleam that reflected the moonlight had served as a mirror to the Shinigami's soul, resolute and argent in all things. With a practiced slice, he had opened the gateway to return home, guided by the Hell Butterfly assigned to him. He thought of turning around once more, but his senses were sharper now, and he knew that his fated guide had already left. Still, he couldn't help but feel happy. After all...

It had been an unlikely meeting, but a worthwhile one.