[center][sub][Colour=CadetBlue][h3]甚 悟 郎    半 間[/h3]
[h2]J I N G O R Ō     H A N M A[/h2][/Colour][/sub][/center]
[hr]
   Unmoved by Kobes posturing, Jin quietly shuffled after him as the pair made way to the copious food stalls erected for the graduation festival. As they walked Jin noted the various interactions new graduates instigated with lieutenants and even captains. He wasn't aware the festival acted as opportunity to gain ground into the various Gotei squads. 

   In fact he had been so focused on his graduation and his training that he hadn't given much thought to which squad would be his preference. But in the short time it took to reach a stall and as Jin observed Kobe begin to devour his food, he felt a natural pull towards one of the more subtle squads. Be it the Onmitsukidō, reseach and development or, as he took a second glace over his shoulder at the Lieutenant, now in conversation, the third division. 

   His attention was quickly pulled to the vendor gesturing at the spread of treats. With a slight wave Jin picked the first thing that looked applicable and in reply to his companions question took the skewer and bit into the chewy snack. "[colour=CadetBlue]Mitarashi Dango.[/colour]" the words bent and muffled by his full mouth.

   Survival of the fittest? the notion unsettled Jin, as it implied intrinsic conflict. He wasn't naïve. Fighting, even for ones life, is to be expected for a Shinigami and if he wanted to rise through the ranks of the Gotei Jin realized his path would have to involve conflict. He just hoped he could rely on solitary training and combat with hollows, something less offensive to his sensibilities, to progress towards his ideals. 

    "[colour=CadetBlue]I hope we get proper funerals if we do die.[/colour]" It took a moment for him to realise he spoke his mind out loud. "[colour=CadetBlue]But that won't happen. We will become strong. Too strong to die.[/colour]"