Post by Hakuen Shirabe on Sept 23, 2015 19:53:35 GMT
I have no intention of letting it win...
These words echoed through the mind of the ashen-haired Shinigami, causing a momentary pause in his usual pacing. Generally around this time Shirabe would be out at the Senkaimon gates, doing his usual rounds, however today was his day off and frankly he never knew what to do with himself when these occasional days rolled by. At the Academy he had been instructed to train at every moment of down time but the prospect of learning new Kido or even practicing the ones he already knew wasn't particularly appealing at the moment.
Rather, a question had been plaguing him for several hours now. How could he call himself a true Shinigami and yet be so at odds with his Zanpakuto? It was inconceivable for most regular Shinigami, and that is certainly what he considered himself; regular, to forgo the Zanpakuto in favor of another method of combat. It was a weapon built from your own spirit, designed to be your perfectly-tailored answer to a given situation. It was just unfortunate that Shirabe's tailor-made answer was one that terrified him.
He knew his blade's name, had somewhat mastered the use of it's abilities and yet that was a result of forced subjugation. By the day he was aware of his Zanpakuto's increasing disdain and anger at being tied to such a weak-willed companion; a man who was so scared of the place constructed by his own head that he actively avoided conversing with the beast that presided within it.
There had to be someone who could help. Someone who could teach him how to control with his sword without having to pin it to the floor using chains. But who had a Zanpakuto even slightly similar to his own? He had heard tale of the strength of Ryujin Jakka and it's wielder, the Soutaichou, though he imagined the old man wouldn't have time for an unseated member of the Kidoshu. And the sword utilized by Hinamori Momo, whilst related to the element of fire, did not present the same element of control that Kakazan allowed.
No, he had to broaden his search; disregard the element entirely and look to those who had mastered Zanpakuto with fine control over a specific element. And that's when it hit him: Toshiro Hitsugaya! The boy wonder who utilized the Ice-based Zanpakuto in a similar way to his own Lava-based blade. Not wasting a moment, he pushed open the back door to his room in the Kidoshu Barracks, before moving as fast as he possibly could towards the Gotei 13 Barracks.
As he reached the rather bustling and imposing buildings, it was quite clear this was a busy time of day for everyone. The Kidoshu Barracks never seemed to be this hectic; most likely because a large percentile of the Kidoshu were scholars rather than fighters. It didn't take long to reach the Juubantai Barracks, stepping briskly in and greeting the receptionist with a terse nod.
"Excuse me. I am here to see Captain Hitsugaya."
The glasses-clad woman seemed rather nervous as she flicked through papers, looking at an appointment book and quite clearly trying to make sense of many things at once. "E-er, do you have an appointment, Mr...?"
"Hakuen. Shirabe Hakuen. And no, I do not. This is more to ask advice than anything."
That seemed to stun her for a moment. The prospect of an man who looked in his mid 30's asking someone like Toshiro, who was to be perfectly honest rather young-looking, was certainly rather unusual. She seemed to regain her senses after a moment though, noticing that Captain Hitsugaya had no appointments currently, meaning he was technically free. That was all Shirabe needed to hear, turning on his heel and heading straight for the Captain's office, despite the frantic warning of the little receptionist girl that he was often quite terse with unexpected visitors.
And with a quick, rhythmic knock at the door, he waited.
These words echoed through the mind of the ashen-haired Shinigami, causing a momentary pause in his usual pacing. Generally around this time Shirabe would be out at the Senkaimon gates, doing his usual rounds, however today was his day off and frankly he never knew what to do with himself when these occasional days rolled by. At the Academy he had been instructed to train at every moment of down time but the prospect of learning new Kido or even practicing the ones he already knew wasn't particularly appealing at the moment.
Rather, a question had been plaguing him for several hours now. How could he call himself a true Shinigami and yet be so at odds with his Zanpakuto? It was inconceivable for most regular Shinigami, and that is certainly what he considered himself; regular, to forgo the Zanpakuto in favor of another method of combat. It was a weapon built from your own spirit, designed to be your perfectly-tailored answer to a given situation. It was just unfortunate that Shirabe's tailor-made answer was one that terrified him.
He knew his blade's name, had somewhat mastered the use of it's abilities and yet that was a result of forced subjugation. By the day he was aware of his Zanpakuto's increasing disdain and anger at being tied to such a weak-willed companion; a man who was so scared of the place constructed by his own head that he actively avoided conversing with the beast that presided within it.
There had to be someone who could help. Someone who could teach him how to control with his sword without having to pin it to the floor using chains. But who had a Zanpakuto even slightly similar to his own? He had heard tale of the strength of Ryujin Jakka and it's wielder, the Soutaichou, though he imagined the old man wouldn't have time for an unseated member of the Kidoshu. And the sword utilized by Hinamori Momo, whilst related to the element of fire, did not present the same element of control that Kakazan allowed.
No, he had to broaden his search; disregard the element entirely and look to those who had mastered Zanpakuto with fine control over a specific element. And that's when it hit him: Toshiro Hitsugaya! The boy wonder who utilized the Ice-based Zanpakuto in a similar way to his own Lava-based blade. Not wasting a moment, he pushed open the back door to his room in the Kidoshu Barracks, before moving as fast as he possibly could towards the Gotei 13 Barracks.
As he reached the rather bustling and imposing buildings, it was quite clear this was a busy time of day for everyone. The Kidoshu Barracks never seemed to be this hectic; most likely because a large percentile of the Kidoshu were scholars rather than fighters. It didn't take long to reach the Juubantai Barracks, stepping briskly in and greeting the receptionist with a terse nod.
"Excuse me. I am here to see Captain Hitsugaya."
The glasses-clad woman seemed rather nervous as she flicked through papers, looking at an appointment book and quite clearly trying to make sense of many things at once. "E-er, do you have an appointment, Mr...?"
"Hakuen. Shirabe Hakuen. And no, I do not. This is more to ask advice than anything."
That seemed to stun her for a moment. The prospect of an man who looked in his mid 30's asking someone like Toshiro, who was to be perfectly honest rather young-looking, was certainly rather unusual. She seemed to regain her senses after a moment though, noticing that Captain Hitsugaya had no appointments currently, meaning he was technically free. That was all Shirabe needed to hear, turning on his heel and heading straight for the Captain's office, despite the frantic warning of the little receptionist girl that he was often quite terse with unexpected visitors.
And with a quick, rhythmic knock at the door, he waited.
