Post by July Kasumi'Oji on Aug 19, 2016 17:14:31 GMT -5
{OOC: July is training for CTP. And so the long road to Class 0 begins.}
This area of the Rukongai was dusty. In fact, the word dusty was probably understating it. The winds had caked the dirt from the roads into the houses, giving everything a look as if it had been passed through a sepia filter. The residents’ skin was as brown as the landscape in which they worked, and indication that they had spent many hours toiling away in the harsh sunlight. How different life was out here compared to the Seireitei. One would hardly have guessed that they represented separate aspects of heaven itself. But the difference between the polished marble of the Seireitei and the dusty wood of the Rukongai was as large as the gap between heaven and earth.
However, the faces of these labourers had relaxed from the furrowed brows of exertion to easy smiles. The reason was plain to see. A spectacle like no other had arrived to the forgotten district of the Rukongai - a simple wooden climbing frame, paid for generously out of the finances of the Seireitei. At first, the residents had been totally opposed to the idea. They didn’t need anything as superfluous as a climbing frame. They wanted better tools, sturdier houses, better facilities. They wanted to live in luxury, like those in District 1. And a climbing frame was not going to help them attain that luxury.
However, the Shinigami had been quite persistent, saying that it was orders from above. At first the district residents had cursed this mysterious “benefactor” - why did he see it fit to waste money on an item that wouldn’t hope to make their lives better? But eventually, the Shinigami came in the middle of the night, where no-one would obstruct them, and constructed the frame. The residents had come out the next morning, thinking about how they could best repurpose the wood. It made no sense to leave it as a climbing frame. They had no need of playthings like that. They agreed to break up the frame the day after, after a short meeting. It was regrettable, but necessary.
However, it wasn’t their desire for comfort that roused them in the morning. No, it was the screams of their children - they were yelling at the top of their voices in delight, as if cheering on some mysterious athlete competing in a race. And so, the labourers went out to see what was causing all this ruckus. What they saw was something inconceivable. This was a small district of the Rukongai, and received little to no attention from the Seireitei. They were wealthy enough not to be considered for financial help, but poor enough not to be lavished with the attention of the upper districts. Such was the limbo in which this district existed.
And yet, the whirling green and gold blur - that danced between the bars of the climbing frame with practiced ease - could be none other than the Captain of Squad 8, July Kasumi’Oji. Not only was he a Captain of the Gotei 13, but he was also a member of the illustrious Kasumi’Oji family - one of the Seireitei’s great noble houses. The labourers made a mental note of the day in their heads. This was likely going to go down in the records of the area. Such an occurrence was incredibly unusual. Let alone the fact that he would be playing on the climbing frame that… The labourers wouldn’t be long at putting 2 and 2 together. It was immediately obvious why Squad 8 had insisted on the climbing frame - for the amusement of their Captain.
But the labourers could not begrudge July for what he had done. The smiles and laughter of the kids were so genuine that it brought smiles to the faces of the hardened labourers. July had the attention of everyone in the area completely fixated on him. He would enter a complicated of series of spins, and pretend to falter - drawing gasps from those watching - before effortlessly correcting his balance, and continuing the technique as usual. Occasionally he would swing up to the highest bar, and then motion to the children to try and catch him. They’d clumsily fumble their way up the frame, only for July to elegantly backflip off, land expertly on the ground and giving them a mocking wave.
The game was simple, but immeasurably enjoyable. July didn’t regret the purchase one bit. He had whiled the way the entire morning at this rate - and these kids were a source of endless entertainment. They only played simple games, like Tag and Hide-and-Seek (in July’s experience, trying to complicate games with children only led to dissatisfactory results) but that didn’t stop July enjoying himself. There was something beautiful in the way children played games, especially those who lived in areas like this. They didn’t begrudge the winner when they lost, which was often (July was not taking it easy on them), but rather praised the winner for their skill - and then used that loss to fuel their own desire to win in the next game.
Oh, the other Captains could stand to learn a thing or two from these kids.
July allowed himself the brief thought, before his mind was swept up again by the frenzied excitement that the children leant to these games.