Post by Jasper Aizawa on Nov 30, 2014 18:40:48 GMT -5
The pen felt heavy in his hand as he held it over the parchment, his entire body frozen. All I have to do, Jasper thought, trying to soothe himself, is put my name to this paper, and the Fifth will be as good as mine. After thinking this, Jasper tried to force his hand to the paper, to will his body to move through the sheer force of his mind. But his muscles did not relent. After minutes of trying this, Jasper dropped the pen and collapsed on his desk, mentally tired. It was all in his own mind, of course. Nothing was keeping him from signing the parchment that held the declaration that stated he would be taking command of the Fifth Division unless he was challenged by another. It was somewhat likely he would be challenged, although not by someone he could not defeat. So why did he hesitate?
He had been angered, of course, when he had heard of the battle that had broken out between now-Captain Ezekiel and Lieutenant Minamoto for command of the Fourth Division. Kenshou had made it clear in policy he had issued that no man would be awarded the rank of Captain without having attained Bankai. However, it was reported that neither of the two combatants for the Fourth had reached that level of harmony with their inner spirits, and Ine was going to let it stand. When Jasper had heard of this, he was furious at the man's hypocrisy. He had followed the rules for so long, staying on as Acting Captain and commanding from that limited role. But he would do this for no longer. He would declare his intent, accept any challengers, and when he reigned victorious would finally don the white coat he had dreamed of wearing ever since he was a young boy.
But before he could do all of that, he needed to sign the paper. He pushed himself up from his collapsed position on the table, now staring down at the parchment once more. He knew what he had to do. Without even hesitating, he grabbed the pen and hastily signed his name on the paper, before throwing the writing instrument to the ground, grabbing the parchment, and storming out of his office. As soon as he exited into the sunlight, he turned to the first guard he saw. "You," he said quickly, "make six copies of these, and have a messenger deliver one to the office of every Captain. As you're doing that, have another gather at least two-hundred men from our division in the courtyard. I will be addressing them soon. Understood?" The soldier, caught off guard but still attentive, nodded in affirmation. "Good." Jasper handed him the declaration before walking back into his office once more. This time, however, he was filled with much more purpose. Preparations had to be made.
For the next hour, Jasper readied himself for the speech he would deliver, and the potential battle afterward. He memorized his words, drank a cup of tea to soothe himself, sharpened and polished his sword. Mindless but useful tasks, whose greatest benefits were in the time they gave Jasper to clear his mind. By the time he had heard commotion start to build up in the courtyard, he felt surprisingly unburdened. Truly ready.
He quickly walked to the source of the increasing noise, coming from the side opposite of where he discerned the crowd to be. Before making the turn that would lead him into the courtyard, he paused and took a deep breath. He did not feel an overwhelming sense of hesitation as he had many times prior to making large decisions. He had set too many events in motion in the past month for it to truly bother him anymore.
Jasper slowly walked around the corner, with a sense of deliberation in each step. A hush fell over the crowd as Jasper walked out of the shadows and made his way toward the middle of the courtyard. They surrounded him on three sides under the roofs that hung over the walkways, many rows deep. None dared to step out into the grass that constituted the middle of the area. That was Jasper's podium.
After coming to a halt, Jasper paused for a moment, looking over his men. They had changed since he had taken command. While before they may have ignored the presence of a commander, cheering or booing as they wished, they looked like true soldiers now. Jasper was proud of their transformation. In recognition of this, he quietly saluted them all, holding the position for some time before his hand snapped back to his side.
"Men," Jasper said, "I do not have much to say that you likely do not know by now. I have come here to assume complete command of the Fifth Division. As stated in my declaration and per the law, all who wish to challenge me to a duel now have the opportunity to do so to compete for the aforementioned rank. If I am victorious over those who would challenge me, or no one does, I will continue to command you all as the full-fledged Captain of this division."
Jasper stopped for a few moments more, before uncharacteristically smiling.
"So," Jasper said, reaching his arms out to the crowd, "which one of you will challenge me? Are there any among you who oppose my command?" Jasper remained in that position, turning as he spoke to face everyone in the crowd. He was surprised at how excited he was. He almost wanted someone to challenge him to a duel. It had been too long since he had used his sword to fight for something he believed in. And right now, above all, he believed in himself.
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