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Aah, I am so happy I’m not up there.
A woman’s light footsteps echoed against the brick waterways, the pitter-pat of heavy rain breaking the usual silence in the sewers. She had just returned from her weekly visit to the Academy, but the long walk was made shorter by this underground system. Oh the perks of being a healer!
Stopping right in front of a ladder, she promptly climbed up, knowing that so much work awaited back at the Fourth, probably more patients rushing in. By now, she had grown accustomed to climbing these ladders that even her white scarf, oversized uniform and black doll shoes failed in serving as a hindrance to her. In a moment, she found it pleasantly harder to actually lift the tile she was supposed to go out from. A smile graced her features as the familiar clink of an opening tile reached her ears, but quickly regretted having done so. Rain water started pouring down from a corner and drops of rain battered her cheeks. For heaven’s sake, she didn’t imagine it rained this hard!
Pushing the tile aside with all her strength, she managed to open a space right beside a wall where her small body was enough to fit through, and went out almost unnoticed. Well, almost.
“Wait, what-- oh!” Without warning, a blast of kidou blasted the space near the opening, missing the hole by mere inches. She nearly slipped back out of surprise, but managed to hold her body upright by leaning on the wall. That was so close! Not wasting another second, she placed the tile back to its original spot and moved away, lifting her arms so that her hands shielded her eyes from the rain as it would from the sun.
“Who’s there?”
Earlier that day, Theo checked the weather report, it called for rain; it was during days such as these, that he got most of his secretive training done. The time was mid day, the sky filled with rain bearing clouds as they let their torrential downpour upon Seireitei. Theodoor was in the middle of a private training session, his skills in kidou failing.
Once more, he read the file downloaded earlier. It described how to form the energy required for the high level kidou that, at his level, was not allowed. His elusive curiosity, hidden by his formal passive aggressiveness, provided the perfect front for his own ambitions. ‘I don’t understand, everything I do is right but, still the energy I need isn’t molded correctly. This time, I’ll increase power, that should yield the result I need.’ The young man was determined.
The rain hit the boys pale skin, the cold seeping deep into his body. The only warmth he had was from his outfit, soaked in water. Theo had been at the rooftop all day, most of the inhabitants inside in search of shelter from the relentless battery of the rain. He let out a soft sigh, the cold air visible through his breath.
‘Again!’ The young man placed his arms together, his index fingers pointed up to the sky, the rest interlocked with one another as if he was praying.
“Four corners of the ocean, the king's trident strikes the surface of the pool, the drops all gather at the lowest point, throw the pebble and it will bounce forever. Bakudou #59, Kaiousei no Tate.”
A wall of water and energy began to form in front of him, the stability of it questionable as the water leaked out from every side before falling again into a large puddle of water, arcs of arcane energy spraying every which way with alarming ferocity. The level was apparently too large for him as the sound of another caused him alarm.
He turned his to the side, shocked to see someone else out during the storm. “I should ask you the same question Shinigami-san. It is impolite to sneak up on people.”
“Well, I work here,” she spoke up, emphasizing on here, as in, the Fourth division, just where they were right at that downpour. The cold rain slowly dampened her scarf and made it heavier, but that was nothing compared to the sensation of nippy air caressing her whole body. Her strawberry-blonde hair was getting wetter by the second, its wavy end clinging on her uniform, and her usually blush-kissed cheeks turned paler in response to the environment. Oh how she would love to go under a roof right now...
“I do not mean to disrupt your training or anything, but please go down from there! It will be bad for your health!” She told the other shinigami, whose face and physique seemed unrecognizable from the lessened visibility brought around by the rain.
Whether it was the rain or the exhaustion, Theo had forgotten just where he was. Each Division had its own grounds for a reason, to train its members and house them. Although, the tiny boy prefered the liberating feeling of being in places he was not supposed to be. He gazed through the veil of rain, the woman’s appearance shrouded by the rain, only her strawberry-blond locks visible against the otherwise monochromatic environment.
“Your statement is contradictory to your intention Shinigami-san, you say you do not mean to disrupt, yet, that is exactly what you are doing. I would advise you to think before you go making statements.” His words dampened by the overwhelming sound of the rain.
During the days it rained, it was the only chance the young man had to practice this spell. Although much higher than he was capable or allowed, he ignored all warnings. Danger was expected in the world of a shinigami and, it was only natural that the stronger one got, the more dangerous training would be.
Honestly, she was appalled by how apparently disrespectful the boy was. Didn’t anyone teach him some manners? Worse, didn’t his captain or some officer from his division bother to check up on their members? In any case, she was frustrated at how irresponsible this boy’s superior was, if he was a new member within Seireitei.
“At this rate, I’m disrupting you for a little while for the sake of those inside the building you are currently stepping on. Do you have an idea how much they would be disturbed if you keep shooting your failures on the roof?” Her voice was louder, competing against the roar of malevolent rain. “What are you doing on the roof anyway? Do you have an idea how slippery those roofs can be?”
The woman had a stern demeanor, her voice darting to the ears of the young man. His head dropped, the burden of her concern not really weighing on him at all. He had already done the research, everything he did was never taken lightly.
“The wing we stand on is filled with comatose patients, I would expect you to know that Shinigami-san. However, if you like, I will return to my division and waste this beautiful day,” he said, tilting his to the side with a smile as he closed his eyes.
“Yes, comatose, and I’d rather not have you letting the healers think that someone actually woke up, or some ghost accompanied them,” she quickly replied, just to have the boy go down.
His odd mixture of politeness and condescension gave an air of mystery towards his true intentions. He told people what they wanted to hear or he did not. However, people who assumed a position above him without earning it would be met with a greater sense of torment, subjected to his mind games and met with a conversation filled with quick, short, comments about their character.
Unfortunately enough though, she wasn’t tormented at all. Twins in tantrums were much, much more tormenting, whether or not they intended to do so in the first place.
An odd silence fell over the two, the young boy mulling over the idea of running for the first division. He cared not for the concern of this woman.
“Is there anything else I can answer for you shinigami-san?”
“I do not have any more answers, but I would appreciate it if you could go down from there and find a drier place for your training.”
The woman’s persistence was admirable, not many could tolerate the childish tangents Theo got himself into. He brushed his hand through his hair, slicking it back as he moved it out of the way of his vision.
“It would appear you are not familiar with ‘Kaiousei no Tate’. I suppose it can’t be helped.” The young man walked over to the woman, his hands folded within the arms of his uniform. He walked to the edge of the roof, looking down upon her as lighting bellowed behind him.
“If you can make me leave shinigami-san, I will happily move from this place,” a fox like grin appearing on his sharp face.
Ah, so that’s what it is, she thought inwardly, almost amused by the boy’s words. With a smirk, she folded her drenched arms in front of her chest and tilted her head at the side.
“I am afraid I have read about it, only that I am not particularly interested in elemental kidou,” she spoke, her right eyebrow raised, “especially if it’s not going to help me patch your wounded comrades. Normally, I’d find more efficient ways to help them, not to kill them faster.”
Healer though she was, she made sure that she had gone through a lot of kidou books, including those not within the chiyudou tree, just so she would know its effects on people and health, branding certain spells with its actual effects on the body rather than what it actually does. Except for the fabled kindou, of course.
Theo let out a childish laugh before squinting his eyes, ‘this woman has no clue what I am doing.’
It was just like an adult to talk about something they really had no clue about. Theo scoffed at the woman’s explanation of why she was and was not, familiar with the kidou he was trying to learn. What surprised him even more was the audacity of the curvaceous woman to lecture him about kidou in general.
“Shinigami-san, I do not think you really understand what this kidou does. Here, I shall explain.” He began to speak, making a square motion in the air with his index fingers. “Kaiousei no Tate is a high level barrier spell that utilizes water as a catalyst, covering a large area. Killing in no way, shape, or form is outlined in this brief description. Now, are there any questions Shinigami-san?”
Still, Ansherina could only shake her head at this young man’s audacity. “Apparently, our priorities are different.” Raindrops continued to batter the place around there, now left unnoticed as the skies darkened even more. “While you are focused on its defending capabilities of repelling projectiles, I am more concerned with what is used for that defense. See, when it isn’t raining, you’re basically going to get the moisture from the air around you, which I assume is hinted or explained in your book.”
Shoving away the locks of wavy hair clinging to her cheeks, she continued, “So basically, you’ll let the others around you to breathe stale air, which brings an uncomfortable sensation to the throat. Not only will the air be stale, you will basically make the environment hotter, that much is inevitable. Along with drying of throats, it will be a bit harder to speak so much, like long incantations, if you are too thirsty to do so. Breathing stale air is bad enough, but making those around you thirsty, hot and irritated is worse. And if you’re with a badly wounded shinigami, or a patient, that much could bear heavily on their health. Clearly, you did not even try to look at what consequences casting that spell would have on you and those around you.”
“And please, do not worry about me having to pull you away from there. But then again, if you go down now, I might actually forgive you and not report to your superiors. I am pretty sure it will be better to just go down than to be given errands for certain misdemeanor.”
Lowering her voice so that it could barely heard from the din of rain, only one word escaped from her mouth.
“Daishou.” Within a few moments, the vague imprint of a black arrow appeared beneath the healer’s feet, and she was literally thrown up from the grey tile she stood, high enough for her to reach the roof in question. It would have been terribly painful, enough for her to fear the concept of casting it upon herself. But she bypassed it in purpose, enough to send her flying, but not enough to put a large hole in her body. Geez. I should learn shunpo sometime.
In a rather ungracious fall, she landed right in front of the boy, supporting her weight with both of her hands and stood up, towering over his small stature.
His blue locks covered his fox like eyes, the squint in them so sharp you would cut yourself just by looking. Now, there was the matter of disciplinary action. The young man, although new, always came prepared.
“You could do that, but, you would need to know which Division, if any, that I belong to Shinigami-san. Assuming that you will probably ask, you should now assume that I will not tell you based purely on curiosity. My first deal stands.”
“Make me leave.”
“Blood to fuel, skin to tinder, bones to kindling,” she started speaking, her words almost incoherent from the rain tapping on the roof, and the rolling thunder that erupted from a distance. “The spark of life, the wind of death.” Pointing right at the middle of the small roof they stood on, she called out its name. “Hadou forty-five, Kanen!”
The glowing kanji shot forth and attached itself at the same direction she pointed to, releasing a malevolent greenish-grey substance as soon as it landed, spewing out the liquid all over the roof. In a moment, the substance mixed with the water, covering the whole roof with its somber hue.
Stepping forward, she spoke up directly to the little boy’s direction, meeting his gaze with the same kind of sharpness he used to belittle her with. “Now, little mister, if you know what that does, you’ll step down right this moment.”
The woman jumped up to where Theo was, her pression with kidou apparent to the boy as he made a mental note, she bypassed that spell. He would be staring directly at her as she began an incantation. It was one unfamiliar to him, and a such, he knew not what it did.
The woman’s immense frustration with the young boy emanated over him, sinking his shoulder down and his head to drop. High level kidou skills, strong reiatsu, and an over confidence. Although, quite knowledgeable. Theodoor let out a sigh, the rain seeming to let up as a will of the spirit King. He was not a fool, the young man would submit to the will of the woman albeit in his own way.
“The rain has stopped shinigami-san, there would be no point to continue my training,” his eyes glaring into the very soul of the woman standing before him. However, the woman was right, it had never occurred to Theodoor how else the spell might affect those around him. Although, his empathy for others was questionable at best, it would be a good thing to know if he wanted to help someone in the future.
A wide smile graced her features as soon as the little azure-haired boy turned his back on her, out of utmost happiness that the boy had stepped down from this steep roof. Good. I didn’t want to ignite it anyway.
He jumped off the roof, trails of water streaming from his shihakusho as he landed with a large thud at the building below. He continued his journey down until he reached a level he knew the woman would find acceptable.
The small Russian stepped down right after the boy, without wasting another second on the roof. After all, she didn’t want Kanen’s substance sticking to her shoes.
“You big fish are all the same,” he muttered under his breath sticking his hands into the sleeves of his garment. A whole day's practice, ruined on some wench. A scowl plastered itself on his face before slipping off like the water, his usual, complacent image repaired.
“Are you sure you don’t want to dry up inside or have a hot drink before going back to your division?” She called out to the small boy, hands cupped near her mouth.
The young man looked at her, his face blank except for the usual smile he had on it; more of a mask than anything. “If you can brew tea as well as you can cast kidou then I think I would enjoy a small cup. I must not stay long however, I have duties to attend to.”
The young man bowed, not out of respect but, to hide the look of disgust on his face. Pleasantries are so annoying. He rose, tieing his sword a bit tighter to his body. The clouds held the rest of their torrent at bay for the moment, he glanced to the sky to see the ash colored abyss go on endlessly.
He walked to the nearest door, the entrance to the Fourth Division hot springs. “I believe this is the way Shinigami-san.”
I don’t know if he’s from here, but he seems pretty knowledgeable about the place, she thought as she raised her eyebrow, mainly from surprise.
“If that is where you want to go, I will not stop you,” the healer said with a shrug, “though I have completely no idea why you want to get any wetter than you already are.”
He continued to walk into the doors and take off his cloths, “Wet, dry, they all end up in the same place.” Wait, that phrase is not supposed to be used like that. he waved one arm behind him, “Or something like that.”
He followed the signs into the men’s washroom, never knowing the woman’s name. Although kind, the matronly aspects that she gave off ate at the very core of the young man. He did not like to be bested with such easy means. Only time would tell who the woman was and why she was so concerned with the well being of a stranger. This was a concept the young boy, who chose to not feel empathy toward others, did not understand.
A woman’s light footsteps echoed against the brick waterways, the pitter-pat of heavy rain breaking the usual silence in the sewers. She had just returned from her weekly visit to the Academy, but the long walk was made shorter by this underground system. Oh the perks of being a healer!
Stopping right in front of a ladder, she promptly climbed up, knowing that so much work awaited back at the Fourth, probably more patients rushing in. By now, she had grown accustomed to climbing these ladders that even her white scarf, oversized uniform and black doll shoes failed in serving as a hindrance to her. In a moment, she found it pleasantly harder to actually lift the tile she was supposed to go out from. A smile graced her features as the familiar clink of an opening tile reached her ears, but quickly regretted having done so. Rain water started pouring down from a corner and drops of rain battered her cheeks. For heaven’s sake, she didn’t imagine it rained this hard!
Pushing the tile aside with all her strength, she managed to open a space right beside a wall where her small body was enough to fit through, and went out almost unnoticed. Well, almost.
“Wait, what-- oh!” Without warning, a blast of kidou blasted the space near the opening, missing the hole by mere inches. She nearly slipped back out of surprise, but managed to hold her body upright by leaning on the wall. That was so close! Not wasting another second, she placed the tile back to its original spot and moved away, lifting her arms so that her hands shielded her eyes from the rain as it would from the sun.
“Who’s there?”
Earlier that day, Theo checked the weather report, it called for rain; it was during days such as these, that he got most of his secretive training done. The time was mid day, the sky filled with rain bearing clouds as they let their torrential downpour upon Seireitei. Theodoor was in the middle of a private training session, his skills in kidou failing.
Once more, he read the file downloaded earlier. It described how to form the energy required for the high level kidou that, at his level, was not allowed. His elusive curiosity, hidden by his formal passive aggressiveness, provided the perfect front for his own ambitions. ‘I don’t understand, everything I do is right but, still the energy I need isn’t molded correctly. This time, I’ll increase power, that should yield the result I need.’ The young man was determined.
The rain hit the boys pale skin, the cold seeping deep into his body. The only warmth he had was from his outfit, soaked in water. Theo had been at the rooftop all day, most of the inhabitants inside in search of shelter from the relentless battery of the rain. He let out a soft sigh, the cold air visible through his breath.
‘Again!’ The young man placed his arms together, his index fingers pointed up to the sky, the rest interlocked with one another as if he was praying.
“Four corners of the ocean, the king's trident strikes the surface of the pool, the drops all gather at the lowest point, throw the pebble and it will bounce forever. Bakudou #59, Kaiousei no Tate.”
A wall of water and energy began to form in front of him, the stability of it questionable as the water leaked out from every side before falling again into a large puddle of water, arcs of arcane energy spraying every which way with alarming ferocity. The level was apparently too large for him as the sound of another caused him alarm.
He turned his to the side, shocked to see someone else out during the storm. “I should ask you the same question Shinigami-san. It is impolite to sneak up on people.”
“Well, I work here,” she spoke up, emphasizing on here, as in, the Fourth division, just where they were right at that downpour. The cold rain slowly dampened her scarf and made it heavier, but that was nothing compared to the sensation of nippy air caressing her whole body. Her strawberry-blonde hair was getting wetter by the second, its wavy end clinging on her uniform, and her usually blush-kissed cheeks turned paler in response to the environment. Oh how she would love to go under a roof right now...
“I do not mean to disrupt your training or anything, but please go down from there! It will be bad for your health!” She told the other shinigami, whose face and physique seemed unrecognizable from the lessened visibility brought around by the rain.
Whether it was the rain or the exhaustion, Theo had forgotten just where he was. Each Division had its own grounds for a reason, to train its members and house them. Although, the tiny boy prefered the liberating feeling of being in places he was not supposed to be. He gazed through the veil of rain, the woman’s appearance shrouded by the rain, only her strawberry-blond locks visible against the otherwise monochromatic environment.
“Your statement is contradictory to your intention Shinigami-san, you say you do not mean to disrupt, yet, that is exactly what you are doing. I would advise you to think before you go making statements.” His words dampened by the overwhelming sound of the rain.
During the days it rained, it was the only chance the young man had to practice this spell. Although much higher than he was capable or allowed, he ignored all warnings. Danger was expected in the world of a shinigami and, it was only natural that the stronger one got, the more dangerous training would be.
Honestly, she was appalled by how apparently disrespectful the boy was. Didn’t anyone teach him some manners? Worse, didn’t his captain or some officer from his division bother to check up on their members? In any case, she was frustrated at how irresponsible this boy’s superior was, if he was a new member within Seireitei.
“At this rate, I’m disrupting you for a little while for the sake of those inside the building you are currently stepping on. Do you have an idea how much they would be disturbed if you keep shooting your failures on the roof?” Her voice was louder, competing against the roar of malevolent rain. “What are you doing on the roof anyway? Do you have an idea how slippery those roofs can be?”
The woman had a stern demeanor, her voice darting to the ears of the young man. His head dropped, the burden of her concern not really weighing on him at all. He had already done the research, everything he did was never taken lightly.
“The wing we stand on is filled with comatose patients, I would expect you to know that Shinigami-san. However, if you like, I will return to my division and waste this beautiful day,” he said, tilting his to the side with a smile as he closed his eyes.
“Yes, comatose, and I’d rather not have you letting the healers think that someone actually woke up, or some ghost accompanied them,” she quickly replied, just to have the boy go down.
His odd mixture of politeness and condescension gave an air of mystery towards his true intentions. He told people what they wanted to hear or he did not. However, people who assumed a position above him without earning it would be met with a greater sense of torment, subjected to his mind games and met with a conversation filled with quick, short, comments about their character.
Unfortunately enough though, she wasn’t tormented at all. Twins in tantrums were much, much more tormenting, whether or not they intended to do so in the first place.
An odd silence fell over the two, the young boy mulling over the idea of running for the first division. He cared not for the concern of this woman.
“Is there anything else I can answer for you shinigami-san?”
“I do not have any more answers, but I would appreciate it if you could go down from there and find a drier place for your training.”
The woman’s persistence was admirable, not many could tolerate the childish tangents Theo got himself into. He brushed his hand through his hair, slicking it back as he moved it out of the way of his vision.
“It would appear you are not familiar with ‘Kaiousei no Tate’. I suppose it can’t be helped.” The young man walked over to the woman, his hands folded within the arms of his uniform. He walked to the edge of the roof, looking down upon her as lighting bellowed behind him.
“If you can make me leave shinigami-san, I will happily move from this place,” a fox like grin appearing on his sharp face.
Ah, so that’s what it is, she thought inwardly, almost amused by the boy’s words. With a smirk, she folded her drenched arms in front of her chest and tilted her head at the side.
“I am afraid I have read about it, only that I am not particularly interested in elemental kidou,” she spoke, her right eyebrow raised, “especially if it’s not going to help me patch your wounded comrades. Normally, I’d find more efficient ways to help them, not to kill them faster.”
Healer though she was, she made sure that she had gone through a lot of kidou books, including those not within the chiyudou tree, just so she would know its effects on people and health, branding certain spells with its actual effects on the body rather than what it actually does. Except for the fabled kindou, of course.
Theo let out a childish laugh before squinting his eyes, ‘this woman has no clue what I am doing.’
It was just like an adult to talk about something they really had no clue about. Theo scoffed at the woman’s explanation of why she was and was not, familiar with the kidou he was trying to learn. What surprised him even more was the audacity of the curvaceous woman to lecture him about kidou in general.
“Shinigami-san, I do not think you really understand what this kidou does. Here, I shall explain.” He began to speak, making a square motion in the air with his index fingers. “Kaiousei no Tate is a high level barrier spell that utilizes water as a catalyst, covering a large area. Killing in no way, shape, or form is outlined in this brief description. Now, are there any questions Shinigami-san?”
Still, Ansherina could only shake her head at this young man’s audacity. “Apparently, our priorities are different.” Raindrops continued to batter the place around there, now left unnoticed as the skies darkened even more. “While you are focused on its defending capabilities of repelling projectiles, I am more concerned with what is used for that defense. See, when it isn’t raining, you’re basically going to get the moisture from the air around you, which I assume is hinted or explained in your book.”
Shoving away the locks of wavy hair clinging to her cheeks, she continued, “So basically, you’ll let the others around you to breathe stale air, which brings an uncomfortable sensation to the throat. Not only will the air be stale, you will basically make the environment hotter, that much is inevitable. Along with drying of throats, it will be a bit harder to speak so much, like long incantations, if you are too thirsty to do so. Breathing stale air is bad enough, but making those around you thirsty, hot and irritated is worse. And if you’re with a badly wounded shinigami, or a patient, that much could bear heavily on their health. Clearly, you did not even try to look at what consequences casting that spell would have on you and those around you.”
“And please, do not worry about me having to pull you away from there. But then again, if you go down now, I might actually forgive you and not report to your superiors. I am pretty sure it will be better to just go down than to be given errands for certain misdemeanor.”
Lowering her voice so that it could barely heard from the din of rain, only one word escaped from her mouth.
“Daishou.” Within a few moments, the vague imprint of a black arrow appeared beneath the healer’s feet, and she was literally thrown up from the grey tile she stood, high enough for her to reach the roof in question. It would have been terribly painful, enough for her to fear the concept of casting it upon herself. But she bypassed it in purpose, enough to send her flying, but not enough to put a large hole in her body. Geez. I should learn shunpo sometime.
In a rather ungracious fall, she landed right in front of the boy, supporting her weight with both of her hands and stood up, towering over his small stature.
His blue locks covered his fox like eyes, the squint in them so sharp you would cut yourself just by looking. Now, there was the matter of disciplinary action. The young man, although new, always came prepared.
“You could do that, but, you would need to know which Division, if any, that I belong to Shinigami-san. Assuming that you will probably ask, you should now assume that I will not tell you based purely on curiosity. My first deal stands.”
“Make me leave.”
“Blood to fuel, skin to tinder, bones to kindling,” she started speaking, her words almost incoherent from the rain tapping on the roof, and the rolling thunder that erupted from a distance. “The spark of life, the wind of death.” Pointing right at the middle of the small roof they stood on, she called out its name. “Hadou forty-five, Kanen!”
The glowing kanji shot forth and attached itself at the same direction she pointed to, releasing a malevolent greenish-grey substance as soon as it landed, spewing out the liquid all over the roof. In a moment, the substance mixed with the water, covering the whole roof with its somber hue.
Stepping forward, she spoke up directly to the little boy’s direction, meeting his gaze with the same kind of sharpness he used to belittle her with. “Now, little mister, if you know what that does, you’ll step down right this moment.”
The woman jumped up to where Theo was, her pression with kidou apparent to the boy as he made a mental note, she bypassed that spell. He would be staring directly at her as she began an incantation. It was one unfamiliar to him, and a such, he knew not what it did.
The woman’s immense frustration with the young boy emanated over him, sinking his shoulder down and his head to drop. High level kidou skills, strong reiatsu, and an over confidence. Although, quite knowledgeable. Theodoor let out a sigh, the rain seeming to let up as a will of the spirit King. He was not a fool, the young man would submit to the will of the woman albeit in his own way.
“The rain has stopped shinigami-san, there would be no point to continue my training,” his eyes glaring into the very soul of the woman standing before him. However, the woman was right, it had never occurred to Theodoor how else the spell might affect those around him. Although, his empathy for others was questionable at best, it would be a good thing to know if he wanted to help someone in the future.
A wide smile graced her features as soon as the little azure-haired boy turned his back on her, out of utmost happiness that the boy had stepped down from this steep roof. Good. I didn’t want to ignite it anyway.
He jumped off the roof, trails of water streaming from his shihakusho as he landed with a large thud at the building below. He continued his journey down until he reached a level he knew the woman would find acceptable.
The small Russian stepped down right after the boy, without wasting another second on the roof. After all, she didn’t want Kanen’s substance sticking to her shoes.
“You big fish are all the same,” he muttered under his breath sticking his hands into the sleeves of his garment. A whole day's practice, ruined on some wench. A scowl plastered itself on his face before slipping off like the water, his usual, complacent image repaired.
“Are you sure you don’t want to dry up inside or have a hot drink before going back to your division?” She called out to the small boy, hands cupped near her mouth.
The young man looked at her, his face blank except for the usual smile he had on it; more of a mask than anything. “If you can brew tea as well as you can cast kidou then I think I would enjoy a small cup. I must not stay long however, I have duties to attend to.”
The young man bowed, not out of respect but, to hide the look of disgust on his face. Pleasantries are so annoying. He rose, tieing his sword a bit tighter to his body. The clouds held the rest of their torrent at bay for the moment, he glanced to the sky to see the ash colored abyss go on endlessly.
He walked to the nearest door, the entrance to the Fourth Division hot springs. “I believe this is the way Shinigami-san.”
I don’t know if he’s from here, but he seems pretty knowledgeable about the place, she thought as she raised her eyebrow, mainly from surprise.
“If that is where you want to go, I will not stop you,” the healer said with a shrug, “though I have completely no idea why you want to get any wetter than you already are.”
He continued to walk into the doors and take off his cloths, “Wet, dry, they all end up in the same place.” Wait, that phrase is not supposed to be used like that. he waved one arm behind him, “Or something like that.”
He followed the signs into the men’s washroom, never knowing the woman’s name. Although kind, the matronly aspects that she gave off ate at the very core of the young man. He did not like to be bested with such easy means. Only time would tell who the woman was and why she was so concerned with the well being of a stranger. This was a concept the young boy, who chose to not feel empathy toward others, did not understand.
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