Post by Hazuki Tsukimiya on Jan 19, 2016 5:49:46 GMT -5
A crowd had gathered in the square in front of the Third Division compound. Challenging a captain for their haori mandated a nontrivial number of witnesses from the division in question, and the Third’s turnout had not been a disappointment. Barring the emergency staff that kept Seireitei medical services running, they were nearly all in attendance, and there was a sizable amount of visitors from other divisions, too. It lent a certain legitimacy to the entire ordeal, and it was an interesting reflection of the Third Division itself: these were dutiful men and women whose future concerned them. The division itself was without fault; it was its leadership that had been compromised.
The challenge had been issued a day or two prior in a short message delivered in writing to both the Captain-Commander and the defending captain. It had been short and to the point.
I hereby challenge Miyuki Wakahisa for the position of captain of the Third Division.
Hazuki
Lieutenant, Fourth Division
A time and place had quickly been scheduled and now here she was, a slight breeze teasing her hair as the sun shone brightly on them all. There was no trace of the ordeal Hazuki had been through earlier that week—Shun had personally overseen her medical treatment and he had done a most excellent job: there wasn’t a single mark on her from the confrontation with Jasper Aizawa in Rukongai. Even the dark circles under her eyes were gone, though she knew it was only temporary; while she had been in a chemically induced sleep for three days, she hadn’t slept a wink since waking up in her quarters. It had been more rest than she’d had for two years, and Hazuki had almost forgotten how refreshing sleep could be.
Sunlight had filtered in through the window of her quarters and played across the floor as she lay there, digesting what had happened. First Kiriko, now Jasper. Her own connections with both were now severed, and she was unsure how to put the feeling into words. All she knew, really, was that the only real link that remained was Nagisa.
At long last she had sat up, her eye catching on her sword lying next to her futon.
Time to build a future, she had thought to herself, and ten minutes later she had issued her challenge.
Hazuki was not one for moving speeches—she would let her sword do the talking for her—so she remained silent as she waited, her back straight and arms crossed, blade tucked into her belt and the lieutenant’s badge—still boasting the deep cut across it—at her waist. She was ready.
The stage was set. She would not remain just a lieutenant for very much longer. All that remained was Wakahisa’s appearance, and then it would begin.
°469
The challenge had been issued a day or two prior in a short message delivered in writing to both the Captain-Commander and the defending captain. It had been short and to the point.
I hereby challenge Miyuki Wakahisa for the position of captain of the Third Division.
Hazuki
Lieutenant, Fourth Division
A time and place had quickly been scheduled and now here she was, a slight breeze teasing her hair as the sun shone brightly on them all. There was no trace of the ordeal Hazuki had been through earlier that week—Shun had personally overseen her medical treatment and he had done a most excellent job: there wasn’t a single mark on her from the confrontation with Jasper Aizawa in Rukongai. Even the dark circles under her eyes were gone, though she knew it was only temporary; while she had been in a chemically induced sleep for three days, she hadn’t slept a wink since waking up in her quarters. It had been more rest than she’d had for two years, and Hazuki had almost forgotten how refreshing sleep could be.
Sunlight had filtered in through the window of her quarters and played across the floor as she lay there, digesting what had happened. First Kiriko, now Jasper. Her own connections with both were now severed, and she was unsure how to put the feeling into words. All she knew, really, was that the only real link that remained was Nagisa.
At long last she had sat up, her eye catching on her sword lying next to her futon.
Time to build a future, she had thought to herself, and ten minutes later she had issued her challenge.
Hazuki was not one for moving speeches—she would let her sword do the talking for her—so she remained silent as she waited, her back straight and arms crossed, blade tucked into her belt and the lieutenant’s badge—still boasting the deep cut across it—at her waist. She was ready.
The stage was set. She would not remain just a lieutenant for very much longer. All that remained was Wakahisa’s appearance, and then it would begin.
°469