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He munched on some meat as he listened to the Big Boss speech, a stick with different food between each finger, he was saying something about growing stronger which he appreciated. But when it reached the part about socializing he lost interest, how did one even get to know others? So far most of the people he knew he had met after he kicked their asses or they kicked his, but he had been told this area was not for that so he was confused.

That wasn't even the biggest problem, earlier when he had been tasting every stall he had overheard some punks talking about using the opportunity to meet the captain of the squad they wanted to join.

Now, Yuto knew he was not the smartest knife in the shed(?) but even he had thought about the future, somewhat, from time to time, like maybe 3 times total. And on one of those occasions his thought had landed on the squads, where would be better? Which squad would allow him to lay off and have good fights? After careful consideration he gave up and went to fulfill an errand to Division 11 grounds.

Sometimes things just work out by themselves.

Like right now, he could spy Nakajima making her way toward the guy with the mask, the senior who kicked his teeth in said that he was a good fit for the 11th squad and there was one way to check. Making his way he took a bite from some of the dango on one of his sticks, approaching he managed to hear Nakajima saying something.

"...what are you looking for in those who join the Eleventh?"
Nakajima

Aha! An exchange, he was familiar with those. Although it was usually weaklings trying to join his 'protection group' and not the other way around.

"Yo!" He sent her a wave before focusing on the tall man, swallowing the dango in his mouth he continued "I am also interested in joining."
Thank you for updating your abilities, very well thought out. Just be aware that every Shinigami joins Squad Ten upon Graduation, but it wouldn't be unheard of for new Shinigami to have visited Squad Eleven barracks or be around members of other Squads. So that still allows you to play with that idea. Accepted altogether though!


Changed the bio so it is a little better


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There is a limit, it is roughly twice his strenght, conceptually the boost is proportional to his own strenght.


Ah shit she was mad.

Well, she didn't sound angry but he had caught the brief annoyance in her eyes and very small frown, Mac was certainly more the most open and expressive of them so it was pretty evident what she was feeling unless she made an effort to hide it.

"Of course," she answered. "Co-" She froze in terror as she realised she was just about to invite him into her room to talk, but with all that was going on in her head, with Adam and Zell, she felt it quite possibly the worst idea in the world to have any man in her room. "Let us, ahh," she stalled, her hand recoiling from the doorknob. "Let us go sit at the windowsill on the top floor. I think that will be where we have less chance of being disturbed."
Mac

He lifted an eyebrow before gesturing for her to lead the way, her caution was cute but he was not interested in diving into the mess that was her love life, uh, maybe thinking about it Fenna was his favorite party member, she was the only one who had her shit together.

Eventually, they were sitting on the windowsill in silence.

She seemed content on letting him speak first which was something he was not looking forward to but eventually, the silence became so unbearable that he ended up spilling the beans. Letting out a big breath he prepared.

"Look Mac, I ain't gonna beat around the bush, the night before we left for the temple me and Zell got sloshed at a tavern and then got into mischief, but I forgot I had the blessing with your appearance active. I meant to clear the misunderstanding but, well, everything else happened and we got busy" A hand went to rub the back of his neck "What I am trying to say is... sorry Mac, I fucked up and forgot to warn you"

He wanted to keep apologizing, to ask how he could make amends but... but first he had to hear a response. Didn't make sense to apologize and then not let the other person talk.




The next morning started normal -or as normal as it could be with everything that was happening, it was pleasant enough, with a fulfilling breakfast and friendly faces. Then the official messenger arrived, the message itself was brief but it still threw a wrench into his plans. No matter, the first day was just to coordinate and inform so he could get everything moving.

But first he had to notify his party members of the new orders.
Will post tonight
Just in case I will also drop mine:



Same, looks very interesting


...Okay he might have exaggerated the never part of never again BUT in his defense, him drinking this refreshingly cold extra-large beer was more for Zell's sake than his own.

Trust.

Of course, then the idiot decided that a retelling of that moment was needed and decided he had to participate as well. His ears were burning and it wasn't the alcohol, he once again thanked the fact that his fit had a hood integrated or else the stares would have killed him. Were his body not too tired to attack he would have slammed his anchor into the idiot, perhaps going drinking with this guy was a bad luck spell or something.

After a couple hours of playing a somewhat modified retelling of the history (Funnily he found himself switching between the roles of James and Zigmund when Zell had to explain something), he finally was allowed to move on. A slight buzz accompanied every step he took but he was not totally wasted. The last thing he wanted was to show up drunk to the next meeting in his itinerary.

Finally after what he felt was an eternity he stood in front of an unadorned door, according to his source (Freddo) this was the room Mac was staying in. Hestiantily he gave it a few nocks.

"Hey Mac, you there!"

He waited a few seconds before releasing a sigh, there was no sound coming from within so most likely she had yet to return. James wanted to take it as an excuse to delay this until tomorrow but Zifmund dug his feet in, this was their mess and he had to clean it up. With scalding reasoning he burned his soul he pressed his back against the wall beside the door, hoping against hope that she decided to spend the night elsewhere.

It took less time than he wished for her to arrive.

"Hey Mac, do you mind if we talk?"
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