A Lecture on Kido [Benjiro and Turushino JT]

[Turushino Ronjiro]

Turushino's watchful gaze swept across the room, each student a unique thread in the intricate tapestry of this shared experience. As his eyes lingered on Benjiro, the seasoned Shinigami instructor, he couldn't help but feel a deep respect for the wisdom that radiated from him. The classroom seemed to come alive with the collective presence of those who had gathered, each soul entwined in their pursuit of spiritual mastery. The art of Kido held a special place in Turushino's heart, a path he tread with both fervor and reverence.

Amidst the hum of concentrated energy, Turushino felt a familiar sensation—the familiar surge of his Spiritual Pressure, the very essence of his being as a Shinigami. Taking a deep breath, he tapped into this wellspring of power, harnessing it with a practiced ease. Reiatsu flowed through him like a river, tempered by his intent and shaped by his will. In a subtle yet purposeful movement, he raised his hand, his fingers forming the intricate gestures of the Sho incantation.

As the words of power flowed from Turushino's lips, they carried a blend of intention and restraint. His connection to the Kido was undeniable, the spiritual energy molding and coalescing at his command. Yet, he held back, a deliberate choice to respect the lesson's context. The essence of Sho pulsed within him, an embodiment of his understanding and his journey thus far. The energy danced around his outstretched hand, a testament to the profound bond between the incantation and the spiritual force it invoked.

The air crackled with anticipation as Turushino began the familiar incantation, his voice resonating with both confidence and humility. The energy danced around him, a testament to the connection he had forged with Kido. With a final flourish, the incantation concluded, and Turushino's hand extended toward Benjiro. The energy of Sho pulsed outward, a controlled surge that carried with it the essence of Turushino's dedication and respect.

The soft, resonant energy filled the room as Turushino cast the Sho, its manifestation a testament to his dedication to this art. Looking over to Benjiro seeking for approval or a silent acknowledgment of the effort that Turushino had poured into honing his skills. It was a moment that spoke volumes—a student's silent conversation with the essence of Kido itself.

As the energy dissipated, leaving a gentle serenity in its wake, Turushino's gaze remained fixed on Benjiro. In that moment, teacher and student shared an unspoken exchange—an exchange that transcended words and carried the weight of a journey, both personal and collective. Turushino's heart swelled with gratitude for this opportunity, a chance to apply his appreciation of Kido in the presence of the very one who guided his path.

[Benjiro Hiroto]

As the moment of practical application unfolded, Benjiro's watchful gaze remained firmly affixed on Turushino. The young Shinigami stood as an example of the potential within the following batches of graduates, a canvas upon which the brushstrokes of Kido proficiency would be painted. In the silence of the lecture hall, he observed the student's every nuance—the interplay of both the physical and spiritual actions he took. For a boy that proclaimed his style to be speedy and laden with skill and technique, Turushino's attempt at casting Kido seemed the opposite.

Turushino's movements were slow and purposeful, beginning to mold the spiritual energy around him. Benjiro's perceptive eye discerned the hesitancy woven into the very fabric of the boy's reiatsu—a restraint that, while admirable in its intent, disallowed the reiatsu to flow naturally. The energy flowed through the boy's fingertips and danced across them, loosely flitting through the spaces between his fingers. It was as if the energy was slowly gathering and dissipating at the same time.

In the few moments that followed, Turushino's voice invoked the name of Hado number 1, Sho, a declaration that resonated with his spirit. A short burst of energy punctuated the air, a testament to the young Shinigami's first steps toward harnessing the power of Kido. The room quivered with the energy of potential, a heartbeat that pulsed through the hearts of all present. It was gentle and soft, but lacking in its pushing and piercing presence. Still, it was a wonderful first step for one who was not so inclined to the Kido arts.

Turushino's gaze met Benjiro's, a shared moment of triumph reflected in their smiles. The seasoned Shinigami nodded, acknowledging the effort that had borne fruit. It was a far cry from the Turushino at the start of the class. Most of the students seemed to have learned something from this class as well. "You did well, Turushino," Benjiro affirmed, his voice a wellspring of encouragement. "But you were too loose with the spiritual energy. You needed to condense it further and sacrifice the reach of the technique for more power behind the thrust. That will be your assignment for now."

With a glance that encompassed the entire class, Benjiro bestowed upon them an assignment in order to further facilitate this growth—a call to action that echoed with the essence of diligence and determination. "I expect all of you to do the same," he proclaimed, the weight of his expectations like a gentle hand guiding them forward. "I recommend spending at least an hour of free time daily trying to cast Sho until you have learned it." He then turned towards the clock and noticed that his hour of tutelage was nearing completion.

With the grace of a sage, Benjiro took a deep bow, a gesture that signified the conclusion of their shared journey in that moment. "With that, I shall take my leave," he declared, his words resounding with gratitude. "Thank you for being a wonderful class. I can only hope to see you all among the Squads of the Soul Society. Perhaps we even have a few that wish to join the Tenth Division. If there are, then feel free to seek me out. I will personally welcome you." With that, the gentle giant took his leave.

[EXIT]

[Turushino Ronjiro]

Amidst the classroom's quiet aftermath, Turushino's focus shifted from his own actions to the masterful guidance of Benjiro. The seasoned Shinigami's keen observations provided valuable insights into Turushino's Kido attempt, and he absorbed these words with an eagerness to learn and improve. The young Shinigami's brow furrowed in concentration as he absorbed the feedback, nodding as Benjiro's wisdom seeped into his understanding.

Turushino's gaze drifted to his own fingertips, remembering the sensation of spiritual energy dancing upon them. He recognized the truth in Benjiro's words—the delicate balance between reach and potency in his Kido technique. It was a balance he hadn't fully grasped yet, a reminder of the intricacies that lay within the art of Kido. As the classroom's atmosphere shifted, a shared sense of camaraderie and accomplishment enveloped the students. The connection forged through this collective journey was palpable, their aspirations and dedication weaving a common thread among them. Turushino felt a sense of pride in being part of this group, each individual striving for growth and mastery.

Benjiro's assignment resonated with Turushino's desire to hone his newfound knowledge. The call to dedicate daily practice to the refinement of Kido was a challenge he willingly embraced. A renewed fire burned within him, the spark of determination that had been ignited during this class now blazing brightly. With a respectful nod towards Benjiro, Turushino absorbed the Shinigami's parting words. The mentorship and guidance he had received were deeply appreciated, the gratitude unfurling within him like a blossoming flower. As Benjiro bowed and expressed his hope for their futures, Turushino's lips curved into a warm smile.

"Thank you, Teach," Turushino's voice held a genuine warmth, a reflection of the gratitude he felt. "I'll take your advice to heart and work hard on refining my Kido. The Tenth Division sounds interesting... I'll definitely keep that in mind." His words carried a note of determination, a promise to continue on this path of growth and discovery. As the classroom began to disperse, Turushino lingered for a moment, absorbing the lingering echoes of the lesson. With a final glance around the room, he felt a sense of accomplishment and purpose settle within him. It was a journey that had only just begun, but he was ready to embrace it, one step at a time.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

112 total paragraphs (some were short so I combined them in my count) = 560 TP awarded to both participants