[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northwest Seireitei

[Shinigami]

Just three months? It felt like everything that happened, happened yesterday...
Arashi did his job and displayed his abilities well. The lives of many, could easily thank him for even being able to see another day. Still, he did not accept such a gratitude. The Rukongai still held a sour taste in his heart and soul, but like before, like Katsuo... Arashi could call it home, when all else fails...
From the past and now on to today! The Squad 13 barracks, easily returning to their booming lives and every day job. The members adjusted, even he adjusted. There was always work to be done, and lives in the World of the Living that needed to be saved as well. In the past three months, he has spent his hours in meditation or planning for the next group of men and women to be sent to the World of the Living. The fight against Sword-Eater is not forgotten, how could he ever forget a time where his battle prowess was tested and his life almost lost. It changed him, but for the better. Training with Hoshizora proved to be well and always she still had moves that even surprised him, much like the healing technique that he has yet to learn... For now, Arashi kept his attention upon how the Barracks were handled. His rank though not Captain, is the highest among the squad, easily placing him in charge.
With int he confines of his office, his desk was littered with paper-work and a cup of tea on his right hand side at the corner of the table. His hand well at work, with tracing his finger across paper a she thoroughly reads through every line, sentence, and paragraph. From behind him, the doors to his office opened, a man of his squad bowing respectfully.
"Arashi Suta. Patrol 3 has returned from the world of the living, shall I debrief them?"
Arashi relaxed his attention and turned around in his eat to acknowledge his subordinate. A nod and a smile revealed, genuine as it always is.
"Yes, thank you... Also."
Arashi realized that he had plans made for both himself, Oyama and Katsuo. The squad member remained awaiting the order that Arashi planned to give.
"I need you to relay a message to Katsuo and Oyama. Tell them to meet me in the training Grounds in the next 30 minutes."
With a nod and then a quick flash-step the man was gone, the door left open, and he wished that he closed it, but Arashi would stand none the less. With in his reach, he grabbed Hoshizora and placed it between his obi-sash and hakama on the left hand side. he made sure not to forget his cup of tea, which was regular in its making, having no special properties. His paper work will have to wait for now, it is time that Arashi put some focus into his top two members of Squad 13. While he had motivation and a vision to improve them, he needed to improve himself as well... The door closed behind his frame as he exits his office, the candles with in the room lost their flame leaving smoke trails. His stride held a steady and slow pace, making his way to the training grounds of Squad 13.
He stepped into a field of short grass, trimmed well and presented with a lovely display of care and hours worth of work. There was a time Arashi spent a lot of hours out here. Simply one giant field, 30 feet in length, but 50 feet in width. Four walls, covering the sides about as tall as any wall that designs the path and walk ways of the Seireitei. Immediately, Arashi moved towards the center of the field and took a seat. Crossing his legs, but before hand he removed his Zanpakuto and placed it across his lap. For the time being he sipped his tea, awaiting the arrival of both Katsuo and Oyama.

 

[Shinigami]

It had been three months. He awoke in squad four barracks from being nearly drained himself of Reiatsu, tired beyond all means of the word, after pushing his limits to create a shield big enough for the ones he and Arashi had saved from the aftershocks. Their voices and screams of fear and confusion still haunted the young oda's mind while there, and even when it was time to go home.
He went through a bit of his own sort of training everyday since then. Caught by his foster father Kyoki in the Oda clan yard, Katsuo was physically training himself further in the thought that if he made himself stronger, the people of the Rukon wouldn't suffer more of what had happened. He'd lost everything there, every part of his past. Who he was, what he'd become… the people who called him Toshiyuki-san were all dead. There was no longer any Toshiyuki Oda.. he was just now Katsuo Oda.
Kyoki wasn't much of a conversationalist but Ten'yuu saw Katsuo's distress and she knew how much he dreamed of making the Rukon a better place to live. As he took a break she sat down with her foster son.
"Katsu-dear… making yourself strong won't fix our world and it's problems… you'll die before you even get remotely close, if that.."
He took a drink of water listening to her and gave a sigh. He knew that.. he just wanted to get stronger to save more lives than what they did… he had to.
"Mother.. to me true strength comes from your actions… strong hearts full of life and love.. they will always win over those with hate and despair in their hearts."
She nodded to him, and sighed herself. He was always like that as long as she's known him.
"A true king is a king who rules with kindness and admiration. One who rules through fear and dismay… is hardly a king at all.. if his people don't follow. The same can be said for anyone, not just kings..
He nodded, this was the type of captain he wanted to be. The people first, regardless of race. His determination to become stronger has led him to even more training, even at Squad 13 Barracks, which he was at now. His hairstyle a bit different from before, but the recognizable dead blonde hair was still the same color. A new bright pair of light blue headphones with his music just as loud. He'd had a hard time hearing the squad 13 member Arashi sent over to bring him, but managed to read his lips. Katsuo just stayed in the yard where he was, doing back flips off the wall to his music like it was an acrobatic exercise. It was, increasing his speed and agility. The experience was twice as grueling with the heavier weights he put on himself at the wrists and feet, not that anyone would see them under his outfit. His dual katana Zanpakuto leaned against the wall near him, sitting silent to others, but to Katsuo, she was watching him all the time like a mother goose.
It was time. He needed to meet Arashi to see what the guy wanted, not like Katsuo was busy at all with his own training. This was fine. Perhaps the big cheese himself would like to challenge Katsuo and Eikōgitsune? He hid the fact he wouldn't mind it, however the blade yearned for it. She saw little to zero action three months ago, and is still beating him up over it when he enters the inner world. As he approached Arashi could probably hear his music going off, he smirked, watching the squinty eyed weirdo sip tea in the middle of a field.
"You called me? Man that smile of yours his creepy, have you ever considered wearing devil horns and splitting your tongue like a snakes? Would make a good gag."
It was his thing, picking on people he respected, it made them stronger. He awaited Arashi to say something Similar about him back. Tenzen was often no fun with it, usually just ignoring his snarky remarks instead of bantering back. I wonder what he's up to today… he thought to himself looking up at the sky.
"Glad you made it out alright, creepypasta face."

 

[Shinigami]

The past three months? Oyama had been on and off her training in the small dojo of the thirteenth barracks, on occasion she would take herself out from the barracks, if only to practice kido, and god forbid anyone was around when she was as she tried pushing herself even to the point where it would back fire and send her flying into a near by wall. Sometimes she would be found knocked out by some members of her division, but always waking up just before entering 4th division to which she would hop out and flee from her help as she felt she didn’t need to be in that hospital just from being knocked out; where she only wanted to resume her kido training. Wash rinse repeat, At least she was finally able to figure out her sweet spots for the Kido spells she used. Though it took a lot of tries and a lot of black outs.
As for her concerns with her family? She had made paid a visit to her family and the shop, they had appeared to be alright they had been just far enough away from the disaster that occurred, and it seemed like her brothers and sisters were doing alright; they seemed to be helping with the rebuilding. She was grateful and relieved, though there was one that didn’t seem to appear anywhere, his wife was around but He wasn’t, though she was told not to worry, and worry not she did as she had slowly returned back to thirteenth division. Stopping here and there to rest, and to observe the actions of people, before returning to thirteenth to continue her swinging, and resting, on occasion avoiding Arashi and Katsuo alike to both avoid duties and parkour. She wasn’t exactly thrilled to run around, and the thought of doing regular duties outside of Living world was to say the least boring to her, and when she was bored, she didn’t want to do much.
Though today? She had merely been sitting in the Dojo, not near the center nor the entrance, but towards the corner, easily spotted, her legs crossed and her eyes closed, from appearance asleep but finally she was meditating. Finally wanting to force a conversation between herself and the blood Panda.
She had finally returned to her zanpakuto, darkened marble floors polished to a shine, Enough so that one could see the reflection, the time of day was constant twilight, with the sun shining into the room. There she sat infront of the blood panda who which was also sitting. “It only took you three months to sit down and talk, what do you want?” Despite him being a short looking like an adorable red Panda he was and is rude, and straight to the point.
“Questions and answers, Only you can currently provide” as before in the past she had to be direct with him, and in return he would be as well. “Did I always have this split personality? Or did it manifest, while when I was in the academy?” The blood panda only smiled, one that which annoyed her. “It wouldn’t change a thing knowing whether or not you had this split personality, in you this whole time; but you did, long before I came along, Course it only worsened as you gotten older.” the last little bit had her shake her head, though it wasn’t much of a surprise, she had time to dwell on this, if anything she was here for conformation. “Ano-” something pulled her out something physical, a heavy tap on her shoulder and a person speaking her name.
“Oyama Hoshi, Oyama Hoshi” soon a violent shake would come out from the member that was sent out to get her, in which she would open her eyes with a clear look of annoyance across her face, though she tried to smile and mask it, though a visible twitch would be seen in her eye. “yes?? What is it?” her voice had changed toned quite a bit, again she was trying to hide it as the man would speak “You are requested by Arashi to meet him training grounds in 30 mi-” her hand had moved towards the hilt her zan, in which she would swiftly move it up and hit him hard enough to make him grip onto his stomach and curled over. As she would move herself up. “Thank you for relaying this to me” her body moved to bow and she herself would walk out as if anything had ever happened; though she carried a smile across her face, as she walked towards the training yard, stopping only to hear Katsuo speak.
"You called me? Man that smile of yours his creepy, have you ever considered wearing devil horns and splitting your tongue like a snakes? Would make a good gag. Glad you made it out alright, creepypasta face."
A slight giggle came out from her, before she would calm herself and walk towards the two. “he called both of us here, Noble boy. Shouldn’t you be dressing up a little more… Pristine? Or did your servants forget to bring your clothing for you?” She had her hand over mouth as she spoke, it was something she did from time to time, she did like to pick away at people with small insults like that, if only because she found it fun from time to time. “anyways… forth seat Oyama Hoshi Reporting for a task” she had by this point removed her hand from her mouth and gave a bow to both Arashi and Katsuo, before rising up. “Are we going to train directly under you Arashi? And if so how are we going to do this?
With in the past three months she had decided to change her hair style, combing and forming it into a braid long enough to reach down to her waist, while placing it onto her right side. Other than her wings that were pined into her hair she kept her standard Shinigami uniform, and her zanpakuto tied to the left side of her hip, where she had placed her hand onto the hilt, await an answer.

 

[Shinigami]

His tea still hot and with half of a cup left, the two arrived with little delay. The first to arrive between the two is Katsuo. He made quick work of the standing expression upon Arashi's face. The only response he would get from him is a slight chuckle, followed by a sip of tea. Shortly after, Oyama arrives and immediately her attention took towards Katsuo quickly attacking his nobility and heritage. A simple joke to her, but it may not roll over so well with Katsuo. Her report followed and then a final statement. Before Katsuo could address her insult and rebuttal, Arashi placed his cup of tea upon the grass. He finished it, with little left to savor for later. No matter, he stood up, grasping his Zanpakuto in his left hand though he did not proceed to secure as he has always done.
"Its good the two of you have made it. We are all busy now a days, but its always nice to make time for others. I've been, keeping an eye on the two of you for the pass couple of months. The two of you, have been doing your own training, but today we dive deeper..."
Both of them can visible see his Zanpakuto beginning to crumble away in small specs of light. As this is happening, Arashi is stepping off away from them, venturing towards the opposite of the field away from them. He knew Oyama has been working towards her kido skills, but for Katsuo he always felt that he saw greater strength period. So be it. The two of them will be tested her and so will himself against them. The pressure builds, making it seem as though the air is vibrating, shaking against Arashi's might. His Reiatsu flows, remaining simply as a outline around his form. Golden, and heavily concentrated as well as refined. Once he felt himself far enough, he turned around to face them and no longer his Zanpakuto would be in sight, but instead floating around him in numbers that could not be counted using their fingers and toes or anything for that matter.
They both will be able to tell from right now that Arashi has been doing his own training. Though it begs the question, when did he find time to do it? From these passing months he was always see with in his office, working, planning, to improve the smoothness and fluidity of his squad. As the highest ranking member, he always had to step up and surely these two knew this far too well. The cup tea was crushed, shattering upon the weight of the pressure he exhibits, exerting just enough and kept it confined to this area alone. The both of them would feel the bulk of it, however, they should be able to tell that he is holding back considerably.
His fingers interlocked as he bends them forward. Numerous cracking sounds are heard before he releases his hands and proceeds to roll his shoulder forward and backward.
"I do not expect you two to hold back. Please come at me when you are ready. I wish to test your limitations and my own."

 

[Shinigami]

Katsuo was a bit taken aback at Oyama changing her hairstyle, just as he did, but hers was a bit more compared to his change. A few more spikes were added to the top of his head, where as hers as beautifully braided. You could see her face more, which really brought out her beauty to Katsuo. He blinked and shook his head to get back on his mind what she said about him being noble.
"actually pristine, prim, and proper aren't in Oda Vocabulary. We're warriors. Do I look like I would enjoy someone doing things for me?"
He looked to Arashi who was speaking to them about training. Katsuo turned in time to see his Zanpakuto disperse into tiny specs of light. As he released his spiritual pressure Katsuo sneered like a warrior just waiting for his opponent making the first move, putting a hand on his own Zanpakuto, that continued to shake at his side in anticipation of battle. He drew her, knowing she would want a part of this even if it killed them.
"Eikōgitsune and I are ready, let's do this. C'mon Oya this will be fun, unleash your inner warrior!"