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Was it voices in her head, or the dull hum of the water in her ears? The queer noises of the water, lapping at her cheeks as she lay down as though suspended on the surface, rang with the voices of two hundred years of memories. Some voices were dark, some were helpless screams of fear. Some noises she could recognize, her own sobs, the screams of a hollow. Though most were unintelligible. Forgotten sunny days, and the endless annoying ramblings of her father were nothing but faded noises in the ocean’s currents. Sachi sat upright, quickly snapping into an attention of her surroundings. The endless sea, the infinite reefs below, and Ryujin’s imperial palace. Sachiko listened intently, for the sound of flapping wings, yet found nothing. She shot up to her feet, turning quickly around to meet red, piercing eyes.
“You’ve finally come. I was beginning to wonder if you heard my call at all.” Said the dragon, sounding slightly displeased. “Why are you here, Sachiko?” Sachi turned away from the dragon, crossing her arms over her chest, almost pouting. She replied with a low tone, “Don’t toy with me. You called me here.” Ryujin could read its master like an open book, even if she gave a cold shoulder with a tone to match.
“Indeed.” The dragon mused. “I know why I called you. But why did you come?”
This set Sachiko off. There was little that really sent her into anger, but Ryujin taunting her certainly did the trick. She quickly turned to face the dragon. As she did, a spear formed in her hand with a long blade and guard, several feet taller than she. She held it to bear against the dragon. “You know why!” She practically yelled. “It’s been 130 years, Ryujin! You can’t keep it from me forever.”
The dragon raised a mighty foot, pushing the spear aside with its talon. “Petulant. As ever.” The dragon sighed deeply, as Sachi lowered her spear. This was not the first time in many months which Sachi has demanded Ryujin’s power delivered to her. Ryujin could see through her eyes, hear her thoughts and know every consideration. Yet Ryujin could not puzzle why its master had not visited it for many weeks. They used to sit and chat for hours back in the day, or after a particular scolding, Sachi would cry, huddled into the dragon’s warm body. It brought comfort to them both. Feeling her sword, her soul there for her, made her stop hurting. Ryujin, feeling the love and devotion of its master, always stood at her side. The seas become ever parched when its master’s soul aches. And lately, not a single drop of rain has fallen over the sea of her mind. The sands at the bottom have loomed closer lately.
“You are not ready. The bankai would destroy your soul. Even achieving the release would kill you. And that is not in my best interests.” Ryujin was blunt, sparing no courtesy for its master, a girl so accustomed to servants carrying her every whim. A wave of her finger, and Sachiko had as she wished. A place to vacation, a warm meal, expensive clothing, the finest gem stones to adorn her pretty, scrawny little neck. Ryujin would not abide such entitlement. Not here, especially not regarding such matters so sensitive.
“I will make you. I’ll-” Sachiko could not finish her sentence, Ryujin interrupted her with a raucous laugh. “You’ll…. What? Force me into submission? Be silent, you pretty idiot.” Mocked the dragon, as it rushed forward, sweeping its master off her feet, flat onto her back again. He stomped her chest with a massive foot. Pushing a talon down, it crushed the air from her lungs. She would be silent now, and listen closely.
"You are not ready. What you seek will kill you in your current state. Do not think I will bow my head, courteously bidding you as m'lady, as I hand the bankai release to you. I am not your servant. We are partners, remember? You will never achieve bankai, not in a hundred thousand years with such a brash outlook. You're really naive, Sachiko. Though you will never wish to admit it." It lifted its talon, allowing Sachi to breath again. The dragon turned its back to its master as it spread great wings.
"Find someone, somewhere, to practice with. If bankai is your goal, so be it. We will build your power. Piece, by piece."
The world faded back into view. The Seireitei, the Rukon beyond, and the training yard below her cross legged sitting position on the rooftop. Wait- the training yard? Sachiko had assumed the position of Jinzen in the Squad 12 barracks courtyard. How in the blazes...? Ryujin was toying with her again. Sachiko sat up, sliding her zanpakuto into its sheath. The woman hopped down from the roof into the yard, looking for someone, somewhere, to practice with.
Wearing his white shino academy training outfit since he did not want to give away his kidoshu status so freely, since he finally got a new outfit after the previous few outfits had met their demise. He was busy training as he could go all out here without revealing his division as well as being free from the scoldings he got for continually destroying outfit after outfit in a rash bashing of intense kido training. He took a deep breath before deciding to just practice his chanting for a change since he felt he needed to keep it available to him as he opened his mouth.
Ye Lord! Mask of flesh and bone, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, Upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws!
The small boy held out the palm of his hand facing three target posts as he let loose his technique. "Hadō #33 Sōkatsui" as the blue flames shot forth and exploded upon the three targets as the flames seemed to be out of control for a moment before fading away slowly as felt it was a bit off as he took his small zanpakuto and glared at it.
"Why won't you teach me that attack of yours Kagami, every single time I ask you to teach it to me you go and say I need to master my kido rather. I nearly beat you last time, why can't you just let me skip so I can learn the last technique already!!"
He thought he was alone and the intensity of his training distracted him from other presences, but the clearest thing right now was that his abilities with kido were some what crazy for people outside of the kido corps. He was soon going to begin learning tier four kido and had used this technique as a warm up for the attempts he would make into the forth tier
A familiar face. Almost annoyingly so. The blonde haired boy, the same one she saw on the mission only a few days past. This one had witnessed her almost losing Ryujin. The thought of that day brings odd pangs of an almost feeling of shame. What a sore mistake. How would the powers that be react if the Quincy had stolen it? Off with her head, most likely. It was remarkable that almost losing it did not result in a swift reprimand. Sachiko wondered if, perhaps, her last name was to blame. Sometimes, most times, that last name was a blessing. It was odd that Ryujin sent her to train with others, not just train its master on its own. Here. Where this person happened to be. Sachiko sighed. Still standing across the yard from the boy, she pondered whether to approach.
Ryujin was really annoying sometimes. Sachiko walked up behind the boy, as he was repeating the incantation of Sokatsui. Sachi watched him, his body aglow with strong energy. The words called for strength, releasing a powerful blast. They blue fire crashed down upon three unfortunate training dummies. His technique was good, his spiritual pressure strong. The execution of the spell itself was a bit messy. He just needed more practice. And so did she. The boy had not seemed to notice her, as he spoke to his zanpakuto. She took another step forward, before finally speaking.
"Sokatsui. One of my favourites." Said the woman with a slight smile. "But you lost focus at the end. Concentrate on the spell foremost not the target. Trust your eye, it will guide the spell to your mark. Keep trying you've almost mastered it." This was all basic theory to a member of the Kido corps. Sachiko didn't know his station nor title. She was only striking conversation on a mutual subject of interest. "I could show you, if you want. I've been using Sokatsui for years."
He got interrupted by the sound of a girl's voice. He froze for a bit as he just slightly looked behind him as she was speaking about liking him and something about losing her focus. His ears were ringing a bit from blasting too many explosions that day. He was just watching her lips move as he looked down and ruffled his own hair trying to assure himself that things would work out somehow as he slowly and carefully opened his mouth to reply.
"Sorry, I could not hear", as he pointed to his ears as some blood was dripping from his one ear. He had nearly burst the ear drum earlier in a failed attempt at a tier five kido. He nearly died, but managed to recover enough to resume training. He was blushing a bit as he was nervous being alone with a girl, who somehow reminded him of his sister as his eyes began to turn watery. Glistening in a sense as the tears were on the verge of breaking their dams unless Sachiko did something to bring the mood up and for one she needed to say what she wanted to say so that he would hear it more clearly.
This encounter may have been fate, but hopefully fate does not repeat itself.
What an odd kid. Sachiko wondered his true age. You could never quite tell with shinigami. Sachiko was a pretty rich girl, looking nearly a grown woman. She was two-hundred years old. Humans always wondered why she wasn't in high school when she interacted with them on missions. This boy, was barely over four feet tall. Looking like he was bound for elementary school rather than the military. Sachiko wondered what his age was on the inside. She got a clue when his eyes became heavy. Like he was reliving in that moment a terrible pain. What an odd kid.
She stepped forward again, standing beside him she towered over the boy. "Your spell. You lost focus at the end. You should concentrate on the spell, not the target." She spoke clearly and loudly. "I've been using Sokatsui for years, let me show you." Sachi drew her sword, twirling it between her fingers to release her shikai. "Crash down, Ryujin." She stamped the flat end of the spear into the dirt. Fifty feet down range, a mass of ice, shaped vaguely as a man, sprouted up. Sachi lay her spear down on the ground.
She raised her palm first, bracing with the other arm. Her body lit, and the air shook as she repeated the spell. "Ye Lord! Mask of flesh and bone, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, Upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws! Hadō #33 Sōkatsui!" Her mind and reiatsu concentrated deeply on the spell. Fire loosed from her palm, cascading to the target. Her fire was more refined. Though not overtly powerful, it was capable and controlled.
She lowered her arms, turning to face the boy. "A spell is more than reciting a verse. You must hear its words within yourself, and focus on them with your power." As the smoke cleared, naught remained of the target but a puddle. Sachi picked up her spear and rested it across her shoulders. Another ice target sprouted up down the range. "Try again. You almost have it. Focus through the whole thing, every word, every facet of the flame."
The woman stepped before the small boy and stood beside him as he looked up to her with a look of wonder. He was not sure why she came to him, was it perhaps for something he did wrong. Had the small boy failed at something unknowingly and why was she so firm in her posture. Though perhaps that was not the correct way to look at it as she said his spell lost focus. She said he should focus on the spell instead of the target, as he listened he did not wish to argue with her logic since half of what she said was true. However there was something she could not tell, something he held deep within him. An unending potential as others in the academy saw him as a prodigy the kido corps themselves just saw him as some child who had gotten lucky.
This woman had been using the spell for years so she must have mastered it to a level even he could not imagine as he decided to watch and learn. She released her blade which formed a giant man of ice as he began thinking of how his zanpakuto had been stingy about teaching him actual attacks saying that right now looking after himself was more important then beating the enemy.
He watched her technique and felt it looked similar to the kido seniors in the corps, not quite as powerful but definitely as refined. As she made a target for him he took a deep breathe. He nodded as she asked him to have a try as he just said with his soft girl like voice "okay"
"Ye Lord! Mask of flesh and bone" as the energy around him was different this time "all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man!" as a sharp spark seemed to form as he had gone through the incantation. "Truth and temperance, Upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws!" As a flame began to form however unlike the previous one it looked similar to hers, but not quite the same.
"Hadō #33 Sōkatsui!" as the flame blast forth it focused towards the target, but unlike her deep refined flames his were lively and vibrant as the cascade violently and passionately as his kido was fuelled by a passion. The flames kept crashing down upon the target with a larger explosion then his previous attack. It kept going for roughly a few seconds or so before stopping.
"You a bit better then me at this, I only mastered it about a month ago but guess I still need a lot of work to catch up to you... " He looked down. "What is your name?" as he blushed slightly...
The second time was the charm. The spell this time was controlled to a much finer degree. At least he listened to her advice. His reiatsu was much better balanced this time, staying sharp as a razor right up until the flames fizzled out. It seemed the kid had talent. He had no small amount of power at that, his reiatsu was easily at the level of a seated officer. Sachi was a bit stronger, but she wagered this boy despite his size was still a tough customer. She certainly hoped so. He certainly seemed like it. When the smoke from the spell cleared, there was again, naught but a puddle.
"Excellent. Just keep practising. You'll get it in no time." She smiled gave a slight bow, as much expected from a noble lady. "I am Sachiko no Heian. I'll spare you the titles, I'm an officer of the 12th Division. We met a little while ago in the human world." Sachiko was being polite, but truly she wanted to perhaps spar with him. He seemed as good a training partner as any, and she wasn't here by accident. She swallowed her embarrassment about that day. They might both learn something today.
"What would you say to spot of sparring? Sharpen our skills a bit in more realistic conditions." She looked him over, seeing his bleeding ear, he looked a little beat. "Unless you wanna rest up a bit."
The boy's power was still in growth and he was not sure if he performed well enough as the woman then praised him as something about her looked familiar. He was happy to get encouragement, though if he thought to hard on it the comment itself could have easily become an insult. She said her name was Sachiko no Heian. He was not sure but he read somewhere about that name that sounded so familiar as his heart began to pound harder, but he just could not figure it out right now. The boy's little mind had been swarmed with a large knowledge of kido, just that he had not learnt or mastered that many yet.
He was about to get lost in thought about it when she told him she was also an officer in the twelfth division which reminded him of that time he walked passed the captain. It was one of the worst experiences he ever had as that guy looked like an alien from outer space, if that even existed. Then her last line reassured him when she said they met in the human world as he thought back and remembered her.
He was about to blurt out some silly line like, wait aren't you lost weapon girl. Which was just a simple way to identify her as he then heard her say they could perhaps have a sparring session to sharpen their skills or he could rest for a bit as he felt his bleeding ear.
"Okay, but resting only is a bit boring. We could talk a while and.."
He paused for a while before blushing as he said his introduction, "I am Aoi Sora, not sure if I may tell you my squad though. The rules can really be hard to learn sometimes, Miss Sachiko?"
He would not mention his Squad. How peculiar. Either he did not have one, or his work was rather secretive which left two other options. He was an Onmitsu, or a Kidoshu. Most likely the latter, given his apparent talent for kido. She felt it most polite to not pry overmuch either way. He also looked weathered to say the least. It seemed that he had been training hard today. His reiryoku reserves were like quite drained as well. Getting some food in his belly would be helpful in that regard. To that end she said, "Good to meet you, Aoi. I'm sure they are." She smiled as he spear squished itself back into sword shape. Sachi promptly slid the sword into its wooden home at her side. "If you like I could get us something to eat. Looks like you need it."
Sachiko felt a bit peckish herself, and did not feel like taking no for an answer on this particular question. The lady drew a phone from her pocket and tapped the screen. She held it to her ear and spoke. "Hey Hatari. Bring us something to eat. I'm at the training yard. Yes. That one. Swiftly, if you wouldn't mind." She tapped the screen again, and sunk the device into her deep pocket. "Food is on the way. My chef is an artist, he'll make us up something exquisite." Sachi leaned against a nearby post, trying to think of small talk that would not be mentally painful.
"How long have you been in the Gotei?" His answer to this question might reveal wherein the Gotei he was stationed if at all. She was curious about that, and he didn't seem eager to inform her.
She said it was a pleasure to meet him in words that were easy to understand, she reminded him of his sister in that respect that she never made things too difficult for him. She smiled as he looked down and blushed, but his eyes at a closer look had a hint of bags underneath them. He had nightmares a few days ago as was not too common, but he had a streak of them at times. She returned her spear to its original sword shape or was the spear the original shape as he had become confused.
He nodded as he heard her ask if they could get something to eat since he was really hungry as there was this look of hidden excitement, the only thing missing from his face was a smile. He looked excited when she pulled out her phone, he never got one and had to deal with a slightly retarded butterfly that he currently had to go back and train again due to it ignoring him repeatedly. A touch screen as he got a bit more interested staring at the phone as she put it in her pocket. "Maybe a few months, I am not so good at telling time, Miss Sachiko"
He gave a some what dejected look, like a child feeling as if they were a disappointment to their parents which he was in life.
He called her, 'Miss Sachiko.' She hated formalities like that. Her whole life, her people called her 'my lady.' Lady Sachiko, Lady Heian. Her father shouted down countless people who had the sheer temerity to address her as a human being. Sachi always hated being called that. Now she had assumed the role of her father. Still she hated it. To her, to this noble lord, it was like they were speaking to her titles rather than to her. She was more than just her social status, but it was expected of them. Expected of her to receive their proper tone with a polite smile and that same peacefully serene voice she always had. That one that had been taught, it wasn't her real voice.
"Please, just call me Sachiko. My friends call me Sachi." She appeared to ponder for a moment, before speaking again. "Anyway, you and I both. Let me think. I joined just after the First World War, while we were dealing with that whole mess... and it was just before my mother died... hmm... I've been in the Gotei 13 for about 90 years. And I've not advanced a single rank since. Not that I'm complaining, my job has been pretty comfortable for the past century." She had done it again. She thought about her mother. It made her heart sink, though she was a master at not showing it. She pushed- no- forcefully shoved those thoughts from her mind, focusing instead on the growing hollow feeling in her stomach. The thought of the sustenance currently in preparation were enough to drive someone mad. Succulent meats, crisp vegetables, and perhaps a cup of wine.
The girl told him to just call her Sachiko or Sachi as he began to blush. He was confused, why did she want him to drop the miss, was she actually younger then he thought or did he insult her as he got confused. She was here during the first war as he began to try and sort all of this out in his head before realising something. He got really nervous as something finally registered as he was full of more complicated confusing emotions as he began to shiver nervously before nearly falling as he just took a quick step with his right foot to regain his balance.
"Sachiko" as he blushed then he thought about it more then it finally hit him. "Sachiko Heian" as he froze for that moment as his eyes were filling with tears, it had finally come back to him. He had so many thoughts in his head as he did not know what was going on, should he bow or was he just so kind she showed mercy and ignored his rudeness as he had his tears just about ready to burst forth from their dam as he sniffled a bit before wiping his nose.
"Y...o...u.. f..r..o..m " as he paused for a moment trying to sort out his own feelings and stop his mini-stuttering. "You related to the Heian family??!!". He was blushing deeply, but his emotions were going out of control since he only realised now as he was not sure if he did the right thing or not. He was not sure what to do, and he just called royalty by their first name. Would he be allowed to leave here with is life is one of the things he thought while the other was that Sachiko is really cool.
The boy seemed to, with a great amount of apparent shock, recognize who she was now. Few if any shinigami really bothered to learn of the feudal houses. Though for many of the houses, it was hard not to hear of them. The Heian family in particular. They were rather active in the Gotei, all of their members stretching back to the first generation were all shinigami. It was a tradition of sorts, one which to this day continues to carry on. One member of the family back in the day was a lieutenant. Now it was Sachi, her uncle in Squad 6, and her kid cousin who was still in the academy. Beyond the Gotei the family continues to keep itself relevant. Especially since Sachiko took over. The Heian family is been funding many public works and infrastructure projects as of late, even ones outside of their lands. 'Just investing.' Sachiko told people. 'Expanding the power base.' was more accurate.
She smiled again. This boy was cute, she had to admit. But sometimes it was like he was trying hard to be cute. She corrected him, "I'm not related to the Heian family, I am its lord." Her smiled turned from one of endearment, to one of pride. "My full title is Daimyo Sachiko of the House of Heian, lord of Shinjoku, Oda, and Ishekawa. Fairly colourful titles, wouldn't you say?" Aoi almost looked scared of her now. Such a reaction she hoped to avoid by sparing him that introduction. People always inverted their attitude on the spot when they learned of her place in society. Always treating her differently, like she was something special. Important, maybe. But still just another person. And she liked to be treated that way, more or less.
"Don't worry. No one's around so I don't have to put on the lord's voice. We can just chill, which is always nice for me."
He felt a sigh of relief when she said she was not related to the family, then froze with an even deeper fear the look of shock and horror as she said she was the Lord of the family. Did that not make her a royal princess, no this was far above that she would be more like the Queen who rules over all. He was struggling in his mind as he wondered if he should call her Sachiko-dono or Sachiko-sama, and then it hit him that is Sachiko not her name. He just disrespected her title which she gave in full as Daimyo Sachiko of the House of Heian which was a mouthful to take in at once.
He listened to her vaguely as she said he should not worry and that no one was around as he looked down with a different kind of worry. He then looked up to her slowly as he then blushed and looked down to the side before looking up to her slowly turning to face her again as he tried to look up to her. She was beautiful and he was not sure why he did not see all the grace she had sooner, the moment she said her full name he should have known. However the image of the girl who lost her blade was also still in his head, she was a Lord but she was also a girl as he then scratched his hair with one hand sheepishly as he let his one foot fidget pressing the front of it to the ground as he was not sure what to say.
"Is it really okay, to just call you Sachiko?"
He was actually happy that she was honest with him, he had grown up to hear so many lies from adults with his sister being the only real light to guide him in the past. Now he was wondering on his own still trying to find his way and he found a friend, then to find she was a Lord nearly broke his heart, but if it was okay he still wanted to be her friend.
One thing few people noticed was that this boy had trouble smiling, it was not that he could not it was just that it had been beaten out of him at one stage. However he could still blush like everyone else.
"Really, it's fine." She tried to sound reassuring. Most of the time, in a setting that mattered, she would not be so lenient. Today however it was just these two shinigami, standing in the training yard, waiting for snacks to arrive. Hardly a situation that called for formality. This particular noble liked it that way, to just relax a bit. In front of this boy, Aoi, some random kid shinigami, she needn't watch every step. It was rather unlikely he was going to rush to the nearest flock of hand maidens and gossip. The hand maidens were the worst, most infuriating creatures imaginable.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Call me whatever you like. But Sachiko is just fine." Her mind again drifted to the thought of food, no doubt on its way by now. She wondered what they were going to bring, she just asked for... something. She hoped it would be something to Aoi's liking. Almost as though on cue, a man carrying a silver platter entered the yard. Another man behind him carried a small table. The second man placed the table, and then the first placed down the silver platter and unveiled a large bowl of rice and four large rolls of sushi. The two men quickly bowed and left. The benefits of wealth and privilege, delivered food on demand. Such was the easy life.
Sachi beckoned Aoi to follow as she wasted little time nabbing some of the sushi, popping one piece into her mouth and then another. Her chef was always excellent, if a little overworked as of late. The past few weeks Sachiko had been training quite diligently. Her reiryoku was increasing, a little bit day by day. So too was her appetite.
The boy felt happy when she said it was okay as she shrugged her shoulders, though some part of him felt like she might be holding the weight of the world on her shoulders. She told him to call her what ever he liked and even told him it was okay to just call her Sachiko. A strange man entered the yard as the young boy jumped up reaching for his zanpakuto before stopping a bit as he watched the man had something silver while another man had a table. They placed the small table on the floor and then placed a platter before revealing a large bowl of rice, with four extremely large rolls which had something strangely familiar inside them.
The men had bowed and left the two to their fate as Sachiko beckoned him as she nabbed some sushi, he watched it enter her mouth as she took a bite as he decided to join in. He reached out and grabbed some of the sushi and took a bite as tears began to flow from his eyes as he rubbed them a bit with his arm.
"This tastes a bit salty, is there any sauce to put on it please Sachiko?"
It was funny that he said please. The boy knew his good manners, that brought a smile to her face. Sachi could not stop herself from thinking how adorable Aoi is. Her smile seemed to fade off. There was none. No soy, no wasabi, fucking nothing. This realization, crippling it was not, still brought an odd feeling of disappointment. A feeling not wholly true. A simple nitpick. But for the wealthy and powerful, the nitpicks were more than just simple details. No sauce. How could they let such a catastrophe take place within the guidance of their purportedly trained eyes?! Unacceptable. Simply unacceptable. Sachi glanced around the platter, darting her blue eyes back and forth in the vain hope that there might be even a dab of soy. Nothing. It was sad really.
"There is none." She says frowning, looking visibly perturbed. "Sushi without sauce. T'is a sin. Truly." Almost in spite of this discrepancy, she grabbed another piece and popped it in her mouth. It had celery, carrot, and crab. The rice was a perfect consistency, the nori not too sharp a taste. The only thing absent, was a healthy drizzle of soy. Oh woe was she, to resigned to a fake without soy sauce. She had barely noticed the tears, just before he wiped them away. What an odd kid. Something was troubling him, and Sachi found it inappropriate to ask.
She stepped away from the table, turning towards an open area in the middle of the yard. "I wanna practice a couple spells, see if I can even remember how to to do them correctly." She stood still, channelling her reiatsu around herself, enveloping herself in her own energy. "Bakudo #26, Kyokko." She was gone. Like she had ceased to exist in that very moment. Kyokko, 'curving light.' Was one of Sachi's favourites as well, though seldom used. This spell was like her 'get out of jail free' card. One day, it literally could be.
She reappeared in front of Aoi. Her energy seemed to flake and fall off of her. She then raised a finger, pointing it at a nearby post about 50 feet away. "Hado 4, Byakurai." A narrow beam erupted from her finger with a fury, severing the post of its top half. Sachi lowered her finger, which seemed to emitting smoke. She nodded, looking satisfied. "I've still got it. I'm a bit rusty with those two spells, I must say. I usually prefer to use my sword in general, and my shikai. I oft go to shikai right off the bat in a fight."
The announcement of there being no sauce and the lack of sauce not to mention that it was just plain sushi. She said it was a sin in a way that made her sound like she broke her language. He did not get it as he had a blank confused look of wonder as to what was actually going on. She stepped away from the table as he looked at her as she mentioned practicing some spells as he looked to her she cast a bakudo he had not yet taken the time to learn, but through her use of this spell she broke his heart as he thought she ditched him for a moment as his eyes turned sad and watery before she popped in front of him again as his eyes were just wide open as the tears sprung out so that he would not cry due to the shock.
He felt he needed to learn this spell one day as it seemed useful, though he felt like he hated that it was used on him. She then pointed with her finger and blasted the forth hado which he thought was weak. However he noticed the speed seemed a bit fast, why was this technique so fast and should he not learn this for emergencies as he had some dark thoughts on how he would use this technique.
She said she was a bit rusty and that she usually uses her shikai as he looked down with some sadness before realising something that bothered him.
"Is Sachiko really a noble?" as he looked her in the eyes as they were wavering. "Sachiko, is it okay to like you?" which he meant as a friend but was too emotional to give a more direct or clear answer
This boy was odd. Very, very odd. He was also very cute. In an odd way. A very, very odd way. She liked him. He had some strength too, anyone could see that. Sachiko say it first hand earlier. He was quite proficient at kido. He would make for an excellent officer, given enough time and maturity. She wondered what else he could be capable of. What power he might wield at his fingertips in the far future. Maturing would be imperative. More than thrice since she arrived he teared up or started crying. She wondered what went on inside his cute little head that made him feel such pain. She felt not in any position to learn those things.
"Of course it is." She gave a slight chuckle. "You're a funny kid. Of course it's okay. Unlike my cohorts in the aristocracy, I don't mind spending my time with common people. A good person is that regardless of their birth. And I think you're a good kid. You tried to come to my rescue in the human world, potentially risking your life. That has to count for something. It does to me, and I won't soon forget that." She hoped not to make him cry more, but at this point, she knew that would be a big ask.
She said in her own words to the small little boy that liking her was okay, but she did not quite answer his question. Though that did not take too long to sort itself out as she called him funny and that she did not mind time with common people. He was not sure what cohorts or aristocracy were, but he made a mental note to himself to look it up in the dictionary. Though he thought more about what she said and began to wonder if he was really that common, he knew some people thought he was special but inside the world of the strong maybe he was just an ordinary little boy. She also said he was a good kid which made him blush as he started feeling a bit happier then she mentioned him risking his life in the human world and that it counted for something.
"I was not really a good kid, I only did my job. Any shinigami would have helped you, even Rasen-senpai came though I think he was just looking for a fight..."
The small boy rambled and mumbled on as part of the conversation became hard to understand before he yawned a bit and stretched out.
"We could maybe spar a bit now, if you still want to."
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