Post by Yamato Kameyama on Jun 18, 2017 3:25:58 GMT -5
Two weeks.
It had been two weeks since Yamato's transfer to the Fifth Division, and he still wasn't entirely sure what he should have been expecting. Stories spread like wildfire about the courageous tales of the Fightin' Fifth and the endless endeavors of those that stood at the front lines, waves of hollows crashing against their blades. But in his short time here he had seen.. well, he'd gotten very used to his own dorm.
The initial welcome had been polite, well managed and keen to get him used to the lifestyle of the Fifth Division of the Gotei Five, but since that time he had very little routine work to do, and a lot of time in which to practice his own skills. That was likely on purpose, he figured, but the tan walls and light brown floors of his own dorm were becoming a bit too familiar in this short while. Usually a social creature, Yamato's transfer had been just enough of a change to throw him off balance. But now it was time to get back into the swing of things.
His practice had been basic thus far. He'd been with the Third Division on guard duty of the Restricted Library for so long that he'd forgotten what it was like to wield his blade with regularity. Picking it up for basic practice was something he did to keep himself at base level, sure, but the stars of the level of Captains were still light years away to someone who remained firmly grounded on Earth.
Thus, after days and days of practicing, it was a surprise to him when he received a notice of instruction, a thin scroll of information sealed with the Division Five sigil and addressed to him. Breaking the melted wax seal, he unfurled the freshly written message, which had probably not come from far away, and thanked the delivery person who had handed it to him.
"Do you know what--" He started, but with a shrug, the black robed delivery woman was off to her next destination. Obviously she wouldn't know what it was in regards to, it had been sealed and brought right to him.
Casting his eyes upon the paper he read it slowly and carefully.
Staring at it for more than was probably necessary, Yamato quickly gathered up his excursion gear and headed out of his room with more than a bit of haste. There was no time specifically listed on the sheet, which made him believe that it was for immediate departure. Even as he moved through the labyrinthine walls of the Court of Souls, his mind wandered to the blade strapped to his right side.
You must relax. The voice told him for the fiftieth time since his practice had begun. It was low and tenorous, somehow sing-song in a certain way but more langorous than anything else. This will not be a walk in the park, but it will not be the most difficult trial you will ever face. Stand tall, be a part of the moment, then let it pass.
Yamato did not answer, as he did not need to. Mouki Taihou was right. The excitement had gotten to him but as he completed his travels through the Dangai and arrived in the world of the living. His bearings were about him as he took in the shocking sights and sounds of the New World. He hadn't been to the human world in at least twenty years and so many things had changed. Lights, sounds, the world had multiplied and technologically advanced in ways a mind like his had not even imagined. He had kept abreast of technology, sure, but in hearsay and with the vaguest of understanding.
To actually see it took quite a bit of getting used to. Surrounding him were supermarkets and shops that made the ones in Soul Society look like rickety little carts. The screaming of a train flying past caused him to jump, hand on the hilt of his blade with practiced speed but misplaced reasoning. The overload took him more than a few moments to get used to. The sights became dimmer and dimmer as his focus shifted, and the sounds dulled to a low roar of chatter and movement, vehicles stopping and going, people passing completely unaware of his existence.
His attention had shifted from the world at hand to the vaguest sense of the hollow somewhere in the area. Somewhere near? No. Far? No. Somewhere between? His reiatsu perception was, as those in the know commonly said, shit. Tracking this thing down without physical traces would certainly be a bit more difficult for him. But that was part of his training as well, part of his test. Before he took a step forward, he recalled the latter part of the message that had informed him of assistance coming in the form of a Division Three Shinigami.
Was it someone he had met before, from his time guarding the Restricted Library? Or perhaps it was a new face, a new chance to meet someone closer to his level. It was unlikely that anyone much, much stronger than him would be sent to watch over him, but lofty thoughts of a Soul Reaper in a mysterious cape and hood over his standard fuku filled his mind and caused a temporary flight of fancy...
WC 894
It had been two weeks since Yamato's transfer to the Fifth Division, and he still wasn't entirely sure what he should have been expecting. Stories spread like wildfire about the courageous tales of the Fightin' Fifth and the endless endeavors of those that stood at the front lines, waves of hollows crashing against their blades. But in his short time here he had seen.. well, he'd gotten very used to his own dorm.
The initial welcome had been polite, well managed and keen to get him used to the lifestyle of the Fifth Division of the Gotei Five, but since that time he had very little routine work to do, and a lot of time in which to practice his own skills. That was likely on purpose, he figured, but the tan walls and light brown floors of his own dorm were becoming a bit too familiar in this short while. Usually a social creature, Yamato's transfer had been just enough of a change to throw him off balance. But now it was time to get back into the swing of things.
His practice had been basic thus far. He'd been with the Third Division on guard duty of the Restricted Library for so long that he'd forgotten what it was like to wield his blade with regularity. Picking it up for basic practice was something he did to keep himself at base level, sure, but the stars of the level of Captains were still light years away to someone who remained firmly grounded on Earth.
Thus, after days and days of practicing, it was a surprise to him when he received a notice of instruction, a thin scroll of information sealed with the Division Five sigil and addressed to him. Breaking the melted wax seal, he unfurled the freshly written message, which had probably not come from far away, and thanked the delivery person who had handed it to him.
"Do you know what--" He started, but with a shrug, the black robed delivery woman was off to her next destination. Obviously she wouldn't know what it was in regards to, it had been sealed and brought right to him.
Casting his eyes upon the paper he read it slowly and carefully.
Dear K. Yamato,
Welcome to the Fifth Division! I hope you're finding your way along so far. We're kinda in the middle of clean up after our last big adventure so hopefully you won't mind having a bit of free time, although today that's going to change. In Fujisawa, a small city south of Tokyo, there have been reports of a rather large but probably pretty weak Hollow wrecking up small shrines and temples.
It's probably nothing, but I've volunteered our newest member to check it out. Since you're a bit rusty on front line experience, I've called in a few favors and gotten a Division Three member to join you on this little mission. He'll be providing support, but make no mistake: Extermination of this Hollow falls to you and you alone.
You'll be meeting outside of the station. The creature was last spotted by recon somewhere around there.
Wishing you best of luck and some form of return.
--Kashiwagi Mutaito
Fifth Division
Welcome to the Fifth Division! I hope you're finding your way along so far. We're kinda in the middle of clean up after our last big adventure so hopefully you won't mind having a bit of free time, although today that's going to change. In Fujisawa, a small city south of Tokyo, there have been reports of a rather large but probably pretty weak Hollow wrecking up small shrines and temples.
It's probably nothing, but I've volunteered our newest member to check it out. Since you're a bit rusty on front line experience, I've called in a few favors and gotten a Division Three member to join you on this little mission. He'll be providing support, but make no mistake: Extermination of this Hollow falls to you and you alone.
You'll be meeting outside of the station. The creature was last spotted by recon somewhere around there.
Wishing you best of luck and some form of return.
--Kashiwagi Mutaito
Fifth Division
Staring at it for more than was probably necessary, Yamato quickly gathered up his excursion gear and headed out of his room with more than a bit of haste. There was no time specifically listed on the sheet, which made him believe that it was for immediate departure. Even as he moved through the labyrinthine walls of the Court of Souls, his mind wandered to the blade strapped to his right side.
You must relax. The voice told him for the fiftieth time since his practice had begun. It was low and tenorous, somehow sing-song in a certain way but more langorous than anything else. This will not be a walk in the park, but it will not be the most difficult trial you will ever face. Stand tall, be a part of the moment, then let it pass.
Yamato did not answer, as he did not need to. Mouki Taihou was right. The excitement had gotten to him but as he completed his travels through the Dangai and arrived in the world of the living. His bearings were about him as he took in the shocking sights and sounds of the New World. He hadn't been to the human world in at least twenty years and so many things had changed. Lights, sounds, the world had multiplied and technologically advanced in ways a mind like his had not even imagined. He had kept abreast of technology, sure, but in hearsay and with the vaguest of understanding.
To actually see it took quite a bit of getting used to. Surrounding him were supermarkets and shops that made the ones in Soul Society look like rickety little carts. The screaming of a train flying past caused him to jump, hand on the hilt of his blade with practiced speed but misplaced reasoning. The overload took him more than a few moments to get used to. The sights became dimmer and dimmer as his focus shifted, and the sounds dulled to a low roar of chatter and movement, vehicles stopping and going, people passing completely unaware of his existence.
His attention had shifted from the world at hand to the vaguest sense of the hollow somewhere in the area. Somewhere near? No. Far? No. Somewhere between? His reiatsu perception was, as those in the know commonly said, shit. Tracking this thing down without physical traces would certainly be a bit more difficult for him. But that was part of his training as well, part of his test. Before he took a step forward, he recalled the latter part of the message that had informed him of assistance coming in the form of a Division Three Shinigami.
Was it someone he had met before, from his time guarding the Restricted Library? Or perhaps it was a new face, a new chance to meet someone closer to his level. It was unlikely that anyone much, much stronger than him would be sent to watch over him, but lofty thoughts of a Soul Reaper in a mysterious cape and hood over his standard fuku filled his mind and caused a temporary flight of fancy...
WC 894
