Day to Remember

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

The first day out in literal weeks was something that Tsukuyomi almost couldn’t process. He’d been locked in the solitary closet for making the Kawada look bad. At least in the eyes of his grandfather who’d for the most part snatched up control of the noble family. Nothing Tsukuyomi ever did lived up to his expectionatons, a fact that wounded him emotionally up until last month. He’d been locked up for the last year with only perhaps two weeks of total time set free, last month though he’d asked his grandfather why he treated him this way after everything.

All he got was the worst sort of response and now Tsukuyomi felt like he had nothing left, no real reason to be a Shinigami. He’d dragged himself out of the Rukongai after his mother had died. He’d only learned of his noble blood after he’d graduated. He didn’t have any of them just a few years ago, now though after all the near death experiences, all the lives he’d taken along with the people he’d met and then lost. Despite his age Tsukuyomi felt broken, he needed someone to help him, but all he had was someone who hated him. Someone who viewed him as nothing more than a scar on the blood.

Tsukuyomi had to be seen once in a while otherwise Central Forty Six would revoke his position as the Vice Captain of the Eleventh, in reality though Tsukuyomi didn’t really feel like that position was his now. His grandfather controlled everything whether he liked it or not. He’d been reduced to nothing more than a name. His eyes once dark as the void unable to perceive the light of the world now had nearly as much darkness enveloping them. His long pitch hair was tattered, split, unclean bathing was a privilege for the strong. Tsukuyomi was a failure, a false Shinigami that’d been beaten too often, besmirching the name of Kawada.

A single bucket of cold water is thrown on him every couple of days and then when he would be allowed just a small bit of time out like now more buckets along with some ice and then perfume would be splashed on him. A horrible scent that Tsukuyomi couldn’t pick up on anymore, all he knew was he must smell foul as his skin in many areas was now red with rashes and damaged skin. Keep up appearances as the Vice Captain moving throughout the Seireitei where others could see him, otherwise be beaten, harder than what was given for the last failure.

Right now he walked without thought just placing one step in front of the other while doing his best to focus on what a pleasant experience this was now. The air was fresh outside, the Russ of the sun felt nice on his pale skin. It made him want to shred his uniform although he knew that’d earn him another beating. He had to be presentable at all times otherwise he wasn’t fulfilling his duty. “How did things turn out like this? Am I really meant for nothing beyond this stupid name?” What else was there for him though he couldn’t do the unthinkable otherwise he just proved them all right.

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

Kazuhiko was glad to be back from his... Excursion to Hueco Mundo, there was no denying that. But ever since he'd returned he hadn't felt quite right. Healing had never been his strong suit, despite claiming that he wanted to heal the whole world! It had been mostly metaphoric. But nowadays he found himself unable to use his reiatsu to heal anything at all. Another oddity in the Yonbontai. Another misfit toy.

He'd changed in other ways as well. Physically. He'd gone through something of a rapid metamorphosis. For those who hadn't seen him since before his kidnapping, he was difficult to recognize. He'd once worn glasses and robes that hadn't fit him. His hair had been messy and unkempt. And his demeanor had been meek. And beyond that, he'd only had one arm. He no longer wore glasses. And while the sleeves of his dual robes were still long enough to hide his hands, they fit appropriately. And perhaps the most curious of all. He'd grown taller. He was still short, standing at only 5'5". But those three inches made quite a difference.

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{Kazuhiko Satoshi}

But along with these changes, he'd become more capable. His endurance throughout the Los Noches Survival Game had instilled in him a confidence that matched his naivete. He'd also managed to release his zanpakutou during all of the chaos. The overly large and blunted blade had become a golden arm, a prosthetic. And while he couldn't heal, he was constantly giving off positive energy to those around him. Just being around Kazuhiko made your day a little bit brighter. Your hoarse throat is a little bit smoother. Your bad mood a little less prickly.

And perhaps that would be of some use to the despairing Vice Captain who was about to cross his path.

"Good afternoon!" The boy cheerfully called out as Tsukuyomi passed by the front gate of the Yonbontai Barracks. Kazuhiko was just inside of it, a straw broom in hand. He was gently sweeping fallen leave off the stone path that led into the main campus of what was largely known as a medical facility. Couldn't have anyone slipping on their way in for treatment!

[Benjiro Hiroto]

It had been quite a while since Benjiro had fought with Furinji. Benjiro's body had physically healed at this point, but mentally he was still struggling. He felt guilty for leaving Furinji in such a monstrous state and had been unable to shake off the feeling of failure. He had given up on her, even though he was on the brink of death, and it haunted him. He wondered if there was something else he could have done to save her or if he had missed some vital clue that could have prevented her transformation. These thoughts kept him up at night and weighed heavily on his heart.

He knew he needed help, but he was unsure of where to turn. Asking for aid from within the Tenth Squad or other Squads could put Furinji at risk, and he couldn't bear the thought of her being hurt anymore. He needed to talk to someone who wouldn't report the anomalous nature of Furinji's existence to the higher ups, else they hunt her down or experiment on her. Perhaps he needed a medical opinion, which led him to visit the 4th Division. He hoped to talk to Father Gestalt, who shared his more compassionate viewpoint. But he hadn't seen the older Shinigami in a while and began to worry that he may not be able to help him after all.

As he wandered the streets of the Soul Society, on his way to the 4th Division, Benjiro couldn't help but feel lost and alone. He wondered if anyone else understood what he was going through, if anyone else had ever faced a situation like this. In the millennia of the Soul Society and the Shinigami, at least one was bound to have felt this way before. However, what mistakes had they made? What did he need to do to help her instead of harm her? He was going in blind, without any point of reference. He longed for someone to confide in, someone who could help him make sense of the turmoil in his mind. But he feared that if he spoke too openly, she would be hunted or killed, which only added to his feelings of isolation.

Despite his reservations, Benjiro knew he couldn't keep these feelings bottled up forever. He needed to find a way to move past what had happened with Furinji and find a sense of closure. He hoped that he could find someone to talk to who would understand his situation and help him find a path forward. But for now, he felt lost and unsure of where to turn next. Thankfully, that choice seemed to be made for him. He stumbled across two Shinigami standing by the entrance to the Yonbontai, one younger Shinigami who was sweeping, and a disheveled Shinigami that looked to be in even more distress and turmoil than Benjiro was.

Upon closer inspection, Benjiro saw the red rashes and damage across the Shinigami's body, coupled with a horrid stench that permeated the area. Thankfully, Benjiro's sense of smell was rather weak, which meant he could mostly ignore it. Instead, he was more concerned at the man's injuries. He seemed to be heading into the Yonbontai for treatment, which was good for him. Instead, Benjiro just decided to approach the two shorter Shinigami, as the gentle giant stood at 7'2 himself. He bowed down deeply as he drew attention to himself. "Good afternoon! It is an honor to be in the presence of two of my seniors."

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

Walking around the Seireitei in a type of mindless shride Tsukuyomi would only become aware of the world beyond the walls of his mind once he heard the voice of someone else near him. Almost waking up to the world from his thoughts, Tsukuyomi turns his head to see a Shinigami from the Fourth Division. A male about his own height and size, likely someone that faced the same sort of remarks he did about being small as a Shinigami. Things that used to get to him when he had more . . . more.

Tsukuyomi, still in a sort of daze, raised her left hand in a sign of universal recognition. Ready to begin conversing with his tan skinned colleague, Tsukuyomi recognized the sound of heavy feet nearing, gaining confirmation visually with the sight of a giant Shinigami to his side. One that normally would have made a smile spread across his face. The sight of a Shinigami of immense physical size that seemed as gentle as a ladybug. Tsukuyomi felt a sense of caring just from the aura, one that seemed to be almost matched by the one who’d already greeted him. Two individuals that perhaps could have helped him if he had been born different.

“Greetings, good morning to both of you. I’ve come in search of Satoshi Kazuhiko. Tsukuyomi made it very clear with his eyes that he knew the tan boy was Kazu, having seen his picture already. As for the giant, well he didn’t really know, but he wasn’t a bother. “Due to recent events it’s been requested that you undertake additional combat lessons from a seated officer of Division Eleven. I’m here to fulfill that order. My name is Kawada Tsukuyomi, do you need time to prepare?”

The way that Tsukuyomi spoke would let both Kazuhiko and Benjiro know that he was experienced despite his appearance whether he looked ill, dirty or young he knew what he was doing here. As for Tsukuyomi himself, his body felt heavy, his awareness was struggling. At the moment he wanted to sleep, but knew if he didn’t fulfill what he was ordered to it meant another week inside the box. He had to stay awake, had to help this Shinigami out otherwise it wasn’t just him that’d suffer but others that relied on Kazuhiko.

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

'My my my, the Yonbontai sure is busy today!' He thought as Benjiro approached. The man was large and impossible to miss. Not unlike the trees that had cluttered up the walkway with these pesky leaves! He hurriedly swept away the last bit of leaves at the entrance. With the job done, he would gleefully spin the broom upwards to rest upon his shoulder. "How can I help you Vice Captain Kawada?" He inquired with a tone as cheerful as it was kind before either of the men had spoken.

"Oh?" He chirped in curiosity as Tsukuyomi stated his intention. Tsukuyomi had arrived for... him? This was most likely the result of his recent promotion and his report regarding what he believed to be an impending invasion. His smile twitched briefly at the mention of combat training. He understood why it was necessary... Especially after his time in Hueco Mundo.

A curious and alien sound could be heard from within the hidden depths of his right sleeve. It was the sound of metal components compressing and sliding into place as his strange right fist clenched. "I see." There was a time when something like this would have excited him. Fuuko had always been the tough one between the two of them. She was always fighting. And from the outside looking in it had seemed so romantic. But now that he'd been exposed to the horrors of battle he had begun to grasp the truth of things. This wasn't fighting for sport. It was training for life-or-death battles.

Kazuhiko was thankful for Benjiro's interruption. His smile rediscovered itself as his eyes made the treacherous climb up Benjiro's body to meet his own! "Welcome to the Yonbontai!" He couldn't help but wonder though... "Are you here for combat training too?" He gave Tsukuyomi a side-eye. His attention fully diverted back to Tsukuyomi now.

"Time to prepare?" He pursed his lips. "I don't think so, no." He tapped the broom against his shoulder. "However,-" Tsukuyomi looked like a wreck. And he could -feel- how tired the man seemed to be. He was amidst his own personal struggle. His body and mind both seemed tumultuous. "Are you sure you didn't come here for treatment? Iroka-chan can see to you if you'd like."

Kazuhiko would have liked to tend to him all on his own... However, after his time in Hueco Mundo the boy found that he could no longer use Kido for the sake of healing... No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't conjure the restorative techniques his squad was well-known for. Though he couldn't heal people directly, his inability to control his constantly leaking reiatsu had a strange restorative effect. Those in his presence were subject to his field of positive reiatsu. Reiatsu that made those around him just a little less hungry. A little less tired. A little less anxious.

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro's irisless eyes narrowed with concern as he took in the sight of the injured man in front of him. The man was covered in rashes and his hair was tattered and in a mess. It was evident that something was wrong, and Benjiro couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy towards him. The Fourth Division, known for their medical talents, should have been the ideal place for his Senior Shinigami to receive treatment, but as the man spoke, it became apparent that he hadn't come for medical assistance.

The Shinigami introduced himself as Kawada Tsukoyomi, a Seated Officer of the Eleventh Division. This earned the notice of Benjiro, who himself was a Seated Officer of the Tenth Squad now, which meant their squads were sisters. Perhaps this was a sign to offer his assistance? It was then that Tsukoyomi spoke, revealing that he was here to request the presence of another Shinigami, Satoshi Kazuhiko, for combat training. Benjiro's concern deepened as he tried to process the situation. Why would Tsukoyomi, an unwell man, be in charge of combat training? The eleventh was known for having the most combat-ready individuals who could be available for combat training, most of which would have been in a better condition, right? The pieces of the puzzle didn't seem to fit, and Benjiro's mind raced with questions.

It was then that Satoshi Kazuhiko spoke up, the tan Shinigami that was sweeping the outside of the Yonbantai revealing his identity. He greeted them both, addressing Tsukoyomi as Vice Captain Tsukoyomi. Benjiro's eyes widened at the revelation. Vice Captain? He suddenly felt a wave of reverence towards Tsukoyomi, realizing that he was in the presence of such a high-ranking officer of the Gotei 13. He struggled to look the Vice Captain in the eyes, instead staring at the ground as he offered his apologies. "My apologies, Vice Captain Tsukoyomi! I was not aware that I was in your presence, sir."

In all honesty, Benjiro was still worried about the condition of the Vice Captain, even more so now that he was aware of his position. He understood that the role of the Vice Captain was filled with responsibilities and duties above and beyond that of a normal Seated Officer. In Benjiro's mind, this meant that they had to be at the peak of their health at all times, else they fall short of their duties. Yet, despite all that, Vice Captain Tsukoyomi had only been there to ask Officer Kazuhiko to join him for mandatory combat training.

As the conversation continued between Tsukoyomi and Kazuhiko, Benjiro listened attentively, curiosity getting the better of him. He knew that a private matter between the two should have been left alone, especially since he was there to look for Father Gestalt and get a medical opinion on the horrific transformation of Furinji. Still, he was inevitably dragged into it as Kazuhiko turned towards him, asking the gentle giant if he was also to join in their combat training. Benjiro stammered back a little, unsure as to how to reply, but he eventually settled on bowing once more.

"Unfortunately, I am not here to help with the combat training. I was here to consult with an Officer of the Fourth about a spiritual being I encountered but," His eyes turned towards Vice Captain Tsukoyomi's direction. "With your permission, sir, I, Hiroto Benjiro, Twelfth Seat of Squad Ten, would also like to attend this combat training." The gentle giant proposed, his spirit unwavering. He couldn't help but think about the battle he lost to Furinji, and how his own negligence in the art of combat had nearly caused his death. If he was allowed, then this chance encounter with a Vice Captain could be just what he needed to better prepare himself as a Shinigami.  

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

After Tsukuyomi spoke giving the reason for his arrival at the barracks he could see the happy disposition that Kazuhiko was giving off fade. He could understand why having been given the file about what had happened with this poor soul. Getting trapped in Hueco Mundo for any period of time would be horrible, getting trapped there while weak and having to deal with multiple high profile Arrancar was something else completely. Despite his physical problems at the moment he would do his best to aid Kazuhiko towards protecting himself in the future.

Despite his situation Tsukuyomi couldn’t ignore the senses that he’d fine tuned throughout his early life, picking up on the sound of metal moving yet different from the metal of a blade. Although he wasn’t sure what he was hearing, he could tell that Kazuhiko meant him with no ill will and it was originally from him. The giant nearby wasn’t causing the sound which meant he was standing there retaining a display of respect that had started to feel foreign to Tsukuyomi. Never one for the overt displays they now didn’t seem feasible with the treatment he’d been receiving lately.

“It’s no harm, you’ve shown what little respect I deserve.” Turning his attention away from the giant back towards Kazuhiko, he brushes his left hand to the side gesturing that he wouldn’t wait, he’d been sent here to teach Kazuhiko enough to help him next time. That wasn’t the real reason though, Tsukuyomi couldn’t do anything about his physical condition right now otherwise he would receive punishment. Further torture would be unleashed upon him by his grandfather.

His condition was punishment enough, but it wasn’t anything near what he’d been put through in the past, nothing compared to what his grandfather would do. “Benjiro, you are welcome to participate. If there is no better open space we can begin.” Tsukuyomi didn’t have much knowledge of the barracks although known as medical personnel they likely didn’t have a training circle like the eleventh or seventh. The opening in front of the barracks offered enough space though he was confident they could maneuver around although it would be cramped.

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

Kazuhiko observed Benjiro as he spoke. A gentle giant it would seem, another one of the universe's great ironies. The larger man was very polite. He was very much the opposite of Kazuhiko's own giant, Fuuko, his sister. She wasn't anywhere near as large as Benjiro, but she was larger than he. And her attitude made her seem absolutely titanic. By contrast, Benjiro's attitude drew away from his intimidating stature. He wasn't worried in the slightest that the man might use his size to impose on anyone.

Benjiro announced his purpose in coming to the fourth division. He'd come seeking advice regarding some form of spiritual being. The admission caused one of Kazuhiko's eyebrows to raise aloft. How curious. That he would come to the fourth division for such a thing. One might have assumed that he would have gone to the 12th division. Or perhaps even the second, depending on the nature of the creature. But Kazuhiko didn't need supernatural insight to tell that the man was gravely concerned about whatever or whoever this being was.

"Perhaps we can do both!" He chirped optimistically to Benjiro. In truth, Kazuhiko had no measure of expertise when it came to strange preternatural creatures. But unlike most, he didn't condemn them on-sight. He had an unquenchable curiosity. As well as a dangerous compulsion to help those in need, regardless of their origin. He had plenty of questions. But unbeknownst to Benjiro (and likely to Kazu himself) he probably wouldn't have very many answers. "Feel free to ask me anything!"

Tsukuyomi had waved off Kazuhiko's insistence on treatment. He wasn't entirely certain what the issue was, but he didn't have the rank to impose on him. And so he allowed that sleeping dog to lie. He gave the vice-captain a bow of his head. "If you'll join me, I'll lead the way to our training area then." It was true that the fourth division did not historically have a sparring room. But Fuuko had insisted. It was all part of trying to remodel the fourth division's image.

Kazuhiko would lead the group of Shinigami into the Yonbontai's barracks and straight through to the back. There, another paper door awaited them. And beyond it was a dirt training circle. It was raised up off the earth and outlined in sandbags, not unlike a sumo ring. The ground was well-trodden. Against the back wall was a few combat dummies and a Mook Yan Jong dummy. "Fuuko-nee will be thrilled that we put her training circle to use!" He gave the two men a thumbs up. It was clear that making his sister happy was important to the abundantly positive third seat!

"So... What is this combat exercise exactly?"

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro paid his respects to Vice Captain Tsukoyomi, but couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Was it an illness that plagued him, or something else? The weight of concern pressed upon him, yet he held his composure and kept any doubts at bay. It was not moral to question the health of his superior after all. Especially not when a trained medical professional like Kazuhiko was ready to examine the Vice Captain at his leisure. Although, the Vice Captain was seemingly here only for combat training, training that Benjiro felt he desperately needed as of his frequent losses as of late.

Fighting was inherently natural for a Shinigami, with the multitude of enemies between the spiritual races of all the worlds. Even in his life as a monk, humanity was plagued with war, conflict, and strife. Despite Benjiro's personal beliefs of pacifism and the ideals of peace, he had also learned that it was impossible to truly turn away from violence. It was a part of life as anything else, after all. Still, the gentle giant fought for something beyond himself. He only ever wanted to turn his Zanpakuto towards hollows, for the sole reason of purifying them and freeing them from their agony. Outside of that, he would never spill blood.

These restrictions upon himself had made it difficult to fight, admittedly. These same restrictions had caused him to lose in battles time and time again, but the only recourse that he could imagine for himself was to learn how to overcome these weaknesses through both training and technique. His immovable body was tantamount to his unshakeable will and ideal, like an ancient tree ingrained into the very earth itself. That was why he felt grateful when Vice Captain Tsukoyomi had granted his request to join their combat training.

Without missing a beat, his Senior Shinigami of the Yonbontai offered to take them to the training ground of the 4th. That was strange, considering Father Gestalt had stated that the 4th did not have a training ground, or rather it was plain or bare relative to that of the 10th? Honestly, Benjiro was having trouble remembering which it was exactly. Either way, as Kazuhiko took the lead, Benjiro followed with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. Memories of friendly competitions flooded his mind, and he couldn't help but smile at the prospect of testing his skills again.

Despite his aversion to conflict, the gentle giant had always loved competition, whether it be one of wits or one of might! It was a lesson instilled into him by Master Eshin, especially once Kazuto had entered the order. Benjiro had always been a formidable opponent back then, in his days as a young monk in the Kiyomizudera temple. He would spend countless hours honing his skills, practicing his techniques, and facing off against his fellow monks in friendly competitions. Many times, he emerged victorious, tossing his opponents out of the ring with his sheer size and strength. In another life, perhaps he would've taken more of a shine to physical combat. Captain Celes would have probably enjoyed the sparring partner.

The training circle itself was a thing of beauty, even in its simplicity. Unlike the multitude of equipment and abundance of all manners of weaponry and training dummies that made up the relatively massive training grounds of the 10th Division, the small but personable space of the 4th suited his needs just fine. He looked upon its raised earthen platform and sandbag outline and felt as if it was speaking to the seriousness of the training that took place there. For Benjiro, it was a place to truly test his limits and push past them. 

The only question that was left laid within what type of combat training they were meant to do. The gentle giant was not unaccustomed to the ways of Kido, even going as far as to be at an expert level for his age. Despite not having the capability to cast the higher ranking Kido in high pressure situations, his use of mid and low-level Kido had grown at an alarming rate, almost to a prodigious level. This did not mean he neglected his physicality, however, as the gentle giant's natural strength was enhanced by his proficiency with the blade. He was definitely no swordmaster, but he was proficient enough in Zanjutsu. The only areas of the traditional Shinigami's kit that he felt lacking in were Hakuda and Kaido. Perhaps rounding out his abilities would have helped him fight against Furinji.

It was then that he recalled his initial purpose in coming to the Yonbontai, to ask if they knew anything about Furinji's condition. Kazuhiko seemed to be willing enough to answer his questions, so the larger Shinigami looked towards him with a meek expression. "In the World of the Living, I met what seemed to be a Plus, however she was missing her Soul Chain. She was familiar with Shinigami and the Soul Society already, which seemed even odder. She was a kind soul, however, which made the next thing even stranger. A hollow attacked us and she suddenly shifted, blades growing out of her arms as her personality turned for the worse, delighting in causing harm before attempting to kill me. The longer it went on, the more she transformed, with more and more blades growing out of her. Have you... ever dealt with a case like that?"

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

Being led to a training area within the confines of division four seemed almost like a trick statement. Almost like a coded message that one would only send out in desperate situations. Tsukuyomi, although he was young, knew enough regarding different captains that such an oxymoron wasn’t soul shattering in surprise. Now though he was curious what sort of training situation they’d have set up. What he saw was almost like a memory ripped out of his mind and placed in front of him. His previous captain had utilized simple methods just like what was in front of him. Perhaps she could be his life line?

“No, it could start a war between them. It’s no right to risk her family. Stop being selfish.”

Tsukuyomi kept his thoughts locked within his head, thoughts that he’d clung to so often in the recent past yet even now with the fresh air giving life throughout his body the Kawada blood held him still like a noose. Tsukuyomi for a moment would be visible gone with even the light from his eyes darkening as if he were locked within his mind. Then suddenly the light would snap back on and the young Vice Captain was ready to evaluate what he needed too. “First I want to hear from both of you what you believe to be your best and worst aspects when it comes to combat.”

Tsukuyomi listened to Benjiro explain what had happened to him in the human world, something that didn’t happen all too often. Based on how he explained it there were a few different races that could accomplish something like producing blades from their body. A simple yet potentially devastating ability. What he said at the start though eliminated most of the potential options though, to be similar to a plus that left only one. “It sounds like she may be a rogue. Potentially a shinigami that’s left Soul Society for one reason or another. What you saw producing the blades may have been a parasite called Bakkoto. I haven’t heard of one changing the body of its host though.”

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

Kazuhiko was in the center of the training circle as Benjiro addressed the vice-captain. He was doing a series of leg stretches and backbends. Gotta limber up! It wouldn't do to pull a muscle whilst practicing! He listened to Benjiro's question before answering the vice captain's inquiry. How curious. He put a hand over his heart... There had been a time when he had nearly lost his Soul Chain as well. He was certain he'd heard something like a purr within his mind as the memory made him shudder. It was like velvet being rubbed along the inside of his skull. Pleasant, but invasive and unnatural.

By the time his attention returned to Benjiro he had mostly finished his explanation. There were some details about blades and a fight. He did his best to stitch it together with context clues. "Were you able to help her?" He asked before he could stop himself. The question might have come off rude, especially if Benjiro had failed and taken it personally. But Kazuhiko's attention was always drawn to someone in danger... Even in a story.

He nodded toward Vice Captain Kawada as he answered Benjiro. A rogue and a Bakkoto. Like the man who'd kidnapped him and started all of this trouble in the first place! But... Did that mean that man had actually been a plus. He rubbed his chin. He'd never actually considered whether or not that had been the case. Or perhaps he had been a Shinigami? Though no one Kazuhiko had talked to seemed to have any recollection of the man in question having gone missing.

Finally, he got around to answering the question he'd been asked. "My best aspects?" He raised his right arm. It was a great, golden thing. A prosthetic in the likeness of a human arm. The veins that ran through it surged with his snow-white reiatsu. "Once I'm in close, I'm usually able to take down an opponent without harming a hair on their head! And I'm pretty good at predicting my enemy's moves... That is if I can get them in range of Hyaakujuunoou! But once I'm there, it's pretty hard to get away from me!" He added.

"But my worst aspects come with range. I can't really compete with those that are further than my fist can reach. And if they're quicker than me, they could just play keep away and pick me apart." He nodded. "Oh! And it uh... can't deal any damage to living things." He recalled the time he'd found himself helplessly stuck inside of a tree... In truth, against anything not powered by Reiatsu, his threat level was nearly mundane. He was stronger than a human, like most Shinigami. But he'd not be blowing holes in large structures or buckling steel beams.

[Benjiro Hiroto]

In the quiet solitude of his training grounds, Benjiro found himself immersed in introspection, his mind grappling with the Vice Captain's query. What were his greatest strengths and weaknesses in combat? The pragmatic response would be to cite his proficiency in the art of Kido as his greatest strength and his lack of speed as his greatest weakness. After all, all of his practical battle experience informed him that this was the case. But Benjiro knew that there was something deeper, a duality that defined him beyond mere physical attributes.

His greatest weakness, he realized, lay in his unwavering commitment to peace. In a world entrenched in violence, he yearned for a different path, one that sought to minimize unnecessary harm and suffering. It was a noble ideal, but it often left him hesitant and uncertain when faced with the threat of battle and conflict. Doubt would creep in, clouding his resolve and impeding his ability to act decisively. Instead, he wished only to diffuse and come to peaceful resolutions, if that even was a possibility. 

Yet, within this seemingly contradictory nature lay his greatest strength. In moments of true conflict, when there was no other choice but to fight, Benjiro found a fierce determination to bring the confrontation to a swift resolution. He recognized that lingering in the throes of battle only prolonged suffering, and he would channel all his energy and skill to bring about a swift end. In these moments, his blade swung with the resolve of a thousand, singing through the air as if unburdened by any sense of hesitancy. 

As his thoughts swirled, on the brink of vocalizing his introspections, the Vice Captain addressed a different topic that had been lingering in Benjiro's mind. Furinji, the enigmatic girl he had encountered in the World of the Living, held secrets and powers that defied easy categorization. She was neither human nor Shinigami, a rogue armed with a mysterious parasite known as a Bakkoto. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, but much remained unknown. What was her true nature? How had she come to possess such a dangerous power?

Aware that he needed to set these questions aside for the moment, Benjiro refocused his attention on his training. The Vice Captain's time needed to be spent fruitfully, after all. It was then that Kazuhiko had asked him a question about Furinji, asking if he was able to help her. A solemn look fell upon the gentle giant's face as he slowly shook his head. "I had failed. She was too far gone. All I had done was make her angrier. She had been torturing a hollow, so I purified it in the hopes that losing her target would bring her to her senses. All it did was goad her to target me." His voice was resolute, like stone, as he spoke of his failures. 

It was then that Kazuhiko revealed his own strengths and weaknesses in combat, revealing his aptitude for close-ranged fighting. His unique ability allowed him to fight without causing harm, a true feat of prowess that seemed impossible to the Tenth's Shinigami. For one who constantly strove for peace, his own skillset caused quite a bit of suffering, despite his best efforts. Perhaps Kazuhiko could teach him the art of battle without pain. His weakness lay within his range, however, or lack thereof. That, and another caveat of his abilities, his inability to harm living things.

Now, it was Benjiro's turn to share. "My greatest ability in combat has to be my proficiency in the Kido arts, specifically in Bakudo. I have been able to omit incantations when necessary, or incant within my own mind. I have been able to weave Kido together in quick succession, should the need arise as well. My size and speed are often my bane in battle. I have often been subjected to attacks that others could easily dodge," The Shinigami gripped at the prayer beads wrapped around the hilt of his Zanpakuto. "However, I believe my mindset is an even greater strength and a more glaring weakness. If there is a possibility for conflict diffusion or resolution, I tend to hesitate in real combat. But, should the need arise, I end the suffering of my enemies as quickly as possible."

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

Kazuhiko, despite having a build similar to himself, claimed that close combat was his area of expertise. Tsukuyomi, knowing that the truth was the same for himself, didn't waste time disbelieving what was told to him. Kazuhiko more than likely either possessed a sort of talent in regards to a weapon or like many other Shinigami a gift for the martial arts. Either way it meant that testing what he could do up close would be best. Learning about both Kazuhiko and Benjiro was something rather new. Both of them seemed to have a peaceful method towards combat.

He could almost hear Honshitsu cheerfully laughing at Mikoto within his soul as he learned this bit of information. His wakashi zanpakuto possessing a fire that would fall in line with what both of them seemed to prefer was interesting. Although Mikoto would rather just settle any problems directly with absolute certainty. Tsukuyomi was tempted to ask what the golden arm could do if it couldn’t harm living things, but he claimed he could take others down so long as he could get ahold of them. All the same though it would be something to find out.

Standing at one edge of the sparring circle, Tsukuyomi would point to the other side where Kazuhiko was positioned. This was a test to see what both of them could do so utilizing Honshitsu wouldn’t be optimal. No, Benjiro claimed kido to be his best area in combat which meant Mikoto would be perfectly suited. Lacking reacting speed while possessing the mind to manage multiple kido at once, a tricky problem that would need to be solved if he hoped to handle a rogue in the world of the living. “Alright, both of you work together. If you can knock me over, knock my zanpakuto out of my hand or get a clean hit on my face you win.”

Tsukuyomi grabbed hold of the katana at his waist, his right hand caressing it like a precious artifact. Focusing his reiatsu for a moment along his right hand he feels the connection with his spirit strengthen only to softly utter the phrase. “Descend From The Abyss Onto The Battlefield, Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto.” The plain katana shifting its form bending backwards while sparkling bright for a moment would appear as a silver crescent sword with a chain attached to the hilt wrapped up Tsukuyomi’s arm in a twisting fashion. The zanpakuto wouldn’t be the only thing though as three white orbs the size of basketballs didn’t just appear around Tsukuyomi, but immediately began to rotate around him while he stares at Benjiro and Kazuhiko awaiting their approach.

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

The gentle giant spoke... And it was becoming clear that he was far from gentle. He wasn't dangerous. But he was tumultuous. His tone, his focus. He was being whipped about by regret and self-doubt. Kazuhiko didn't frown as he came to understand this, but it was an act of effort. One that was likely visible. The conclusion of Benjiro's recollection brought with it a nod from the much smaller member of the fourth.

"I see. But... You did end that hollow's suffering! I would call that a job well done!" He praised Benjiro with genuine sincerity. Kazuhiko had a way of speaking, of being, that made the burdens of others lighter. Or perhaps it was simply the ancillary effect of his ever-present Shikai's positive energy leak. It wasn't a consolation. Ending suffering was his life's ambition and what the giant monk had done was admirable!

"Kido, huh?" He gave him a bright smile. "I'm abysmal with it!" He made the declaration as if it were something to be proud of. "You sound really strong, Benjiro-san. If it's okay with you, I'd like to lean on your abilities to achieve our goals today!" He extended his right hand out towards Benjiro palm up. White veins ran through the metal surface of his hand, pulsing with varying illumination. He tapped upon the center of it with the index finger of his left hand. Two taps to draw Benjiro's attention.

"This is Vice-Captain san!" He tapped between his middle and index finger. "This is where you'll be!" He tapped at the base of his wrist. "And this is where I'll be!" He tapped again in the center. He was using his palm as a sort of makeshift model of the battleground where he was laying out his plan. "Don't worry about your size and speed! I'll show you how a fist can be used to protect, instead of hurt! If you'll be my sword, then I'll be your shield. Okay?" His smile became a big, confident grin. Then, without waiting for an answer, he nodded and spun about 180 degrees to face Tsukuyomi.

He then punched his right hand into his palm! It was soundless and without impact. Surreal and strange. "YOSHAAA! This is getting exciting!" Kazuhiko disliked battle. But he loved games! And though this was meant to be an illustration of a combat situation, he couldn't help but recognize the exercise as more akin to play.

He scurried to the approximate position that he'd shown Benjiro on his palm. In the middle. Between both of them! The ring wasn't especially large, a circle with a 40-foot diameter. This made it nearly twice the size of a human world boxing ring. His smile fell away, replaced instead with concentration! He drew in a deep breath to focus his reiatsu and calm his nerves. And then unbeknownst to Benjiro, he closed his eyes. The Vice Captain, however, could see it clearly. Next, he turned his body so that his strange right arm was in front of his torso. His left arm was pulled up by his face. But it was his right shoulder that took the lead, pulled in front of him with a lean as a barrier between him and his foe. This was the trademark stance of Beast King Boxing! The Rukongai Roll!

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{The Rukongai Roll}Beast King Boxing - The Rukongai Roll
Technique Name: Beast King Boxing - The Rukongai Roll

Technique Class: 3

Technique Type: General Physical, Sensory

Usable By: All

Technique Element: N/A

Technique Cost: 100 Reiatsu a post.

Description: In order to use the Rukongai Roll the user must meet these qualifications at time of implementation:

Martial Skill >2
Sensory >450
Instinct >300

The user closes their eyes, blocking out this very important sense in order to harmonize with the opponent. Because of this, the technique can only be used when the opponent is within 10 meters. This is expanded to 20 meters at 600 Sensory, 30 meters at 900 sensory, and 50 meters at 1200 sensory.

The user focuses on their senses and reads their opponent's movements in advance. The sound of their heartbeat. The contracting of their muscles. The subtle changes in their body chemistry are all notes used to predict the opponent's attacks. And the longer the user is in combat with their opponent, the more they begin to understand them.

While active, the user is able to replace their Speed with their Sensory stat for the purposes of dodging attacks by opponents within their range. In the event that they are unable to dodge, they are able to add their instinct to their strength for the purpose of suffering the hit. This is because they are slipping the attack and moving with it, rather than against it.

The Rukongai Roll utilizes 75% of the user's Senses. This increases by 5% per post of combat within the same instance of combat, up to a maximum of 125% as the user becomes more accustomed to their opponent's movements.

How to Use: The Rukongai Roll is a defensive form that utilizes advanced sensory and instinct to allow the user to defend themself against an opponent once in close. This technique utilizes footwork and body movement to steal the momentum and threat away from an opponent's attacks by harmonizing with them.

In order to use the Rukongai Roll, the user must close off one of their most important senses. Their eyes. However, with enough sensory and fighting knowledge, they are able to read their opponent and react before their opponent strikes. This form is not the same as dodging, but rather slipping attacks. An attack that lands can be rendered completely harmless. But in the event that it isn't, its impact is mitigated by going with the flow of the attack and potentially leaving the opponent open for a bad trade!

This stance is very specific and identifiable. The user stands with their lead arm in front of their torso, in the center of their abdomen. Their off-hand stays up by their face. And lastly, their lead shoulder is tucked with a lean, serving as another barrier point.

Drawbacks: The user must close their eyes to avoid sensory overload. The user must pay 100 Reiatsu a post. This technique also has an identifiable stance.

Reserved?: Yes, Satoshi Kazuhiko.

Made By: Sucker Punch

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{Tracker}
Total Reiatsu 5900/6000
-Spends-
100 Reiatsu for Rukongai Roll
0 Turns in Comabt, Effect=75%

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Vice Captain Tsukoyomi's instructions echoed in the training grounds, charging the atmosphere with anticipation. The prospect of the exercise ignited a spark of excitement within Kazuhiko's eyes, causing him to turn towards Benjiro, eager to share his simple yet effective plan. It was a moment of teamwork, where improvisation and support intertwined seamlessly. Kazuhiko would remain close, utilizing his Shikai arm both as an anchor to restrain the Vice Captain and as a shield for defense. Meanwhile, Benjiro would assume the role of the sword, maintaining a calculated distance to unleash his Kido with precision. "Understood, Kazuhiko," Benjiro acknowledged, his words concise and focused, concealing the turmoil of guilt that simmered beneath his calm exterior. For now, his commitment to the task at hand overshadowed any personal turmoil.

As the Vice Captain released his Shikai, Tsukoyomi-no-Mikoto, a surge of spiritual energy coursed through the air, setting the stage for the impending challenge. Benjiro's gaze fixated on the transformation of the Zanpakuto, morphing into a crescent-shaped blade and chain that coiled around the Vice Captain's arm. However, it was the three ethereal orbs orbiting around Tsukoyomi that drew Benjiro's concern, hinting at the formidable power he possessed. Positioned at the periphery of the designated arena, a forty-foot diameter circle, Benjiro commenced the circulation of his reiatsu, a tempest of emotions churning within him, channeling his inner turmoil into a whirlpool. His inner reservoir of reiatsu was already aligned with water, after all. 

Kazuhiko, assuming his defensive stance, initiated his physical movements, engaging the Vice Captain head-on. Benjiro's focus remained unwavering, his precision guiding his actions as he honed in on the starting point for his Kido. Muttering under his breath, the limitations of the confined space dissuaded him from invoking the full incantation, the Eishohaki a testament to his skill. "Hado number 40, Gouzen Demizu," he whispered, his finger pointing unyieldingly towards the intended target. With unwavering control, he drew a thin line, coaxing water to manifest along the traced path. Patiently, Benjiro bided his time, waiting for the opportune moment to unleash the tremendous force that lay dormant within the restrained line of water.

In this precarious dance of strategy and skill, Benjiro embodied the essence of a diligent and perceptive Shinigami. His dedication to honing his Kido arts allowed him to seize the potential within the smallest of openings. The weight of his guilt temporarily set aside, he embraced the clarity of purpose, his heart yearning to excel and grow. And as the battle raged on, each passing moment brought him closer to the critical juncture when the tidal wave of his Kido would surge forth, propelling their combined efforts towards victory.

Reiatsu: 1100/1200
-100 for Hado 40 Gouzen Demizu

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{Stats}Strength: 100 (150)
Speed: 100 (50)
RS: 150 (225)
SPPR: 120
Instinct: 50
Senses: 50 (25)
ES: 100
HE: 0
LA: 75
DA: 25