[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Southeast Seireitei

[GeekyRaven]

He didn't speak or offer a retort as he considered. Toshiro Hitsugaya, Captain of Squad 10. He was a person who also wasn't tall. He was a prodigy, once in a generation talent. Koyo took the average time to complete the course of the academy. He wasn't a genius; his skills weren't beyond basics. Only two of them, Kido was a skill he could perform. His Hakuda skills were high, as he used his body as a weapon. The picture wasn't clear for him to see it. He put limits on his body that were only his.

"I understand your meaning Komamura-san. " Koyo said as he considered for a moment what could be done. Koyo paused in his steps, thinking the situation over. He wanted to train, train until his body had nothing to give. Was Komamura-san right? Was this inspiration?

Maybe he wanted to do better, to perform more for those there. He could feel the shifting sands of his desires. What kind of training could be done to improve his skills? Despite his unknown origins, Koyo did have spiritual pressure. His control was lacking; however, he occasionally let his emotions run.

"Komamura-san, when I graduated, I was given the rank of Fourth Seat in Squad Ten. Right now, my comrades are in the field. I am a hindrance; I don't know how to train effectively. " He paused as he swallowed and considered how to word this. He'd rarely let people know his past, his devotion to protecting the personality inside. The truth was, neither one knew who the real one was. It was a jumbled mess inside the mind.

"I only know one way to train and fight. Neither of these will serve me in my duties as Squad 10's fourth seat. I must find a way to improve so I don't ever have to return to that place." Koyo said the words, not meaning the academy clearly or such. But a place where the scars on his body gained home. Where the tale of flesh and broken bones could be remembered discreetly.

"Komamura-san, will you please help me train?" ​

 

[Sanyu Komamura]

"So, as soon as you graduated, you chose to join squad 10, do you yourself, know why? When I graduated, I decided to Join Division Seven, in memory of my father… he died fighting a hollow, the same day he joined Division Seven, or so I had been told. For a long time it was my father, and Omoni-Taichou, that inspired me to become a Shinigami and do right by my Ancestry… but I find myself at a crossroads already too. All this time I was thinking about what I could do to make my family proud, and to be all that I could be, that I forgot one important key ingredient, which was my own Happiness…"


Sanyu looked down a bit in thought, about how similar the two shinigami talking now were, before he looked back up at Koyo.


"Sure. I could help you train. I wouldn't say, what you know now won't help you complete your duties as a member of Squad Ten. You never know, something you learn on your own could prove ten times more important than something learned from someone else. Don't work hard on being someone you're not, Koyo. Just work hard on being yourself… look at all the contestants in the games, they all have full confidence in their strengths, and powers, and… turn their weaknesses against themselves… Let's use the Courtyard, I'm sure 3rd Division won't mind… specially since I… plan on joining them eventually, I hope."

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[GeekyRaven]

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Koyo made a choice, one both personalities were alright with. Though not a rare occurrence, they decided to trust Komamura-san. Koyo followed him, listening intently; his background would help. He had no figures to look up to, nothing like that. He'd been betrayed and ripped at in ways that define humanity. Koyo lowered his gaze, considering how to begin this. Telling his story wasn't easy for anyone to listen to or speak. Koyo would do just that, though. The imagery twirling in his mind was one of pain and suffering.

"When I came to the academy, I came from District Seventy-Six." He swallowed, feeling the unease inside of his own mind and body. But something about Komamura-san felt trustworthy. So he decided to press through the emotional burdens. It was to help him overcome the obstacles.

"There, I lived with my mother, and she tore at me physically and mentally. People were brought trust gained only to betray and torture me. I didn't play outside or experience youth, the fighting I've done in that life. It wasn't a pretty martial art; it was a wild thing. Flailing and trying to survive another beating. " Koyo paused, his hands tightening as he followed Komamura-san closely by his side.

"I broke away finally, coming to the academy for something better. But somewhere along the line. I died inside; I joined Squad 10 because a position was offered. But, they in the games have something inside. I lost it somewhere. I want to find a purpose or a reason." Koyo paused, speaking entirely of the inspiration and devotion those people had shown. He'd never seen that type of thing before in his life. They all had something driving them forward. Why was he empty on the inside? Was this what he lacked?

"All I can do is train Komamura-san. I have only one desire to never go back to that place. I'll follow your lead; all I can ask is for your help."

He'd not told many people who did it. In his mind, he saw the Komamura-san turning out to be another one of hers. But in reality, he didn't know what the next moment would have in the story for him. He'd told his story to someone. Finally, the question was. How would they take it? Would they be disgusted and toss him aside. Would the training offers be taken away as they came?​

 

[Sanyu Komamura]

Sanyu’s attention was partially on Koyo, and partially on setting up 3rd division’s courtyard to train him, and introduce him to some of the things his grandfather and omoni-san had taught him. Sanyu didn’t know what that was like, to have someone who was supposed to love, support, and nurture you as a child, beat you, and abuse you, put you down all your life. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy towards Koyo. Their stories were vastly different, but they had come together under one roof to find a common inspiration and work hard to achieve their goals.

“Hm.. I see. I was born and raised under the roof of the Komamura Clan, like my father, and his before me… I did everything with my dad, sometimes even riding on his shoulders happily all the way to 4th division, where he was first in, before he wanted to transfer to 7th division and make a difference for people who live in the Rukongai… people like you.. My father wanted to make the Rukongai a better place to live for souls… a true heaven, a true better place, so that when shinigami performed Konso on lost spirits in the world of the living, it wouldn’t just be a pretty lie, they’d truly go to a better place compared to the living world… but…”

Sanyu paused, and his face was riddled with pain, as if something had ripped his heart into two.

“I was roughly a teenager, just barely, when a messenger had given our family the news, the same day my father was to transfer and meet captain Asakura of division seven… According to the report given to our family, it was the day a hollow attacked the compound, and killed my father, and two other shinigami he gave his life to try to protect, and failed…”

Sanyu looked down in sadness, thinking back on how torn his family was, after that horrible day. How his grandfather was very much against Sanyu’s wishes to become a shinigami like his father, out of fear of losing him too, and how his mother fought to let Sanyu follow his path, his dreams, despite how protective his grandfather had become. All Sanyu could remember was his family’s pain… and his own… Sanyu loved his father dearly, Daiki was his best friend.

“I can understand, young Koyo-san, how hard it is for one to leave his past and step forward into their future… You can’t ever get away from your past, because it is a part of who you are… instead, try and embrace it, and accept it, so you can move forward, and become stronger as a result.

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[GeekyRaven]

It was hard to fathom what a father even was. Koyo had never seen his father's features or heard his voice. It was a strange part of the conversation and uncomfortable in some instances. He couldn't begin to imagine the sensation of a family loving you. He and Komamura-san had been raised as polar opposites. His mother's idea of training was to have him face adults. Fistfights with people entirely grown and more substantial than him. Koyo could only shake his head left to right with him, unable to process it.

"The name Koetsuji is the only thing my mother left me. I cannot claim to know the feeling of what a father is. Mine was gone from the moment I was born and even until now. "

Koyo began to try and help with the preparations for the training. He listened as the tale began to change. The loss of a father and loved person, Koyo couldn't understand. It was a sensation that he'd not felt yet. Because no such attachments had been formed in this world yet. He swallowed and considered how to respond to the details passed.

"I... am sorry for the loss you suffered, Komamura-san. I wish I understood, but it was just my mother in that shack and me. She paid the bills by letting people test swords on me or fists. I can't imagine the pain you went through. "

Koyo had to be honest with Komamura-san. It was maybe one of the times he was open with someone. He wished he could understand what the man had been through. But he only had limited experiences of that place and the academy. He'd not even held a sword until this place. So it wasn't surprising he lacked fundamental skills.

"I've been running a long time from those days, despite the marks left on my body. I've not been able to embrace it either, despite my efforts to accept it. You are right, Komamura-san, but maybe it's my age showing. But I...."

Koyo's eyes narrowed as he considered it. Could he forgive her for the pain caused? She sundered far more than the mind of the boy standing here. Maybe the only way forward was to face the training that Komamura-san provided.

"Maybe this is where I'll find the terms to embrace it..by training with you. "​