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He raised his head, the hand felt heavy on his shoulder, and unfamiliar.

The words were... they were, that was the best description he could give them, he recognized them as advice, from anyone else he would have blown them off. It was the same thing he did with others back in the Rokungai. But not the Kenpachi, this was a man who could kill him without moving a muscle and that was something that had to be respected.

He gave the man a nod.

He was still shaken, more than he had ever been but he would heed the advice, his purpose would find him. He just hoped it was soon, if a purpose was what allowed the Captain to grow to his current strength then...

But first thing first, looking back at the man he spoke.

"Thank you"

Words rarely uttered left his lips, he couldn't remember the last time he said them, maybe he never did. The man had left an impression on him, few words, yes, but the familiar feeling of burning fire beneath his skin roared with newfound vigor.

Head raised high his mind went back to stalls, maybe he would find a familiar face, maybe not. But he was going to enjoy himself.
Shortish post, got writerblock but managed to push somwehat


Breakfast continued uninterrupted, although there was a new mood covering their table, no surprise considering the news and the fact that they were still under siege, even if it didn't feel like it. Once everyone finished he bid goodbye to them and started his journey to where he was summoned... with a slight deviation.

The Temple was somewhat full, considering how religious people in this world were that wasn't a big surprise, what was surprising was that Areleth was the one doing the morning sermon, usually such things were delegated to lower-ranked priests unless it was a very special occasion so seeing him high in the podium wasn't nothing if not surprising. He listened to it for a couple minutes before deciding to go for another route, originally he would have made contact directly but it was obvious that this session was not going to end soon, not with the fervor in his voice.

Instead, he had to search for something to write on, eventually obtaining an empty paper from one of the altar boys.

He didn't write everything, and while he was confident it would reach Areleth human curiosity was a big concern. So he just described the situation in general terms, that one of his and Kass' party members had accidentally caught the attention of a denizen of the abyss and that he needed some help and certain resources to get prevent things from escalating. Listed were the materials he needed as well as a promise to cover the costs for them and the help.

Message delivered he tipped the altar boy some coin for his trouble and then made his way to the official that would escort him to the Academy, thankful that they had allowed the side trip in the first place.

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The Academy was... imposing.

That was the first thought that crossed his mind the moment he came across it, he recalled the others talking about it but he had always been focused on other things. Now he regretted not having given more attention to those scraps of knowledge.

The official guided him past the big frontal doors and then through a number of hallways until he entered a room that was almost sci-fi like. People were dressed in lab coats and were buzzing from side to side, with the person he recognized as Clarissa, Shields standing in front of one of the bulkier machines monitoring something.

Introductions were quick and curt, the woman not bothering with any fancy speech.

“I’ve asked for you on the recommendation from trusted sources that you are uniquely intelligent and gifted.” She gestured to the cube that was being held in magical stasis amidst different kinds of machinery and computers. “This is technology beyond Mytheria. And you being from beyond Mytheria, puts you in a unique position to help us by providing an intellectual perspective that none of us have.”
Clarissa

...How the fuck was he supposed to respond to that?


Yuto scratched his head as he thought about the Captain's words, something to fight for? wasn't he already doing that? He wanted to not be pushed around so he fought, he wanted to not go hungry so he fought, he wanted to fight so he fought. But something inside was telling him that the Captain wasn't referring to those things. So as the smart person he was, he decided to confront the part inside himself that was saying such things.

Closing his eyes he could see a burning district. In the midst of the flames sat a tall man, horns adorning his head, a mask concealing his face from the outside world.

"Hey bastard! What did he mean by 'Something to fight for'?"

The man didn't answer like he never did, even when he first went through the trials to get his Shikai the man had never uttered a word, just tossing him his Zanpakuto and assuming a stance.

To be fair that had been enough.

He kept watching the man for a few seconds but at his silence he let out a 'tsk' before turning away, what a waste.

The sound of cloth moving brought his attention back immediately, there standing at his full height was the tall man, sword still sheathed but ready to be drawn at any point. Then the flames around them grew in intensity, hotter and brighter to the point he could feel his skin almost melting, his heart racing, and a blush rush to his face. Memories rushed back, of previous fights, of hunger, of desperate moments where his life had been on the line. Then the academy flashed through his mind.

Abruptly the flames died, and the cold seeped into him, clutching his ribcage and freezing him instantly. Unpleasant, unsettling, unnatural.

He didn't like it. Bring it back, the heat, bring it back, bring it back!

Just as he was about to... to do... to do something the flames returned, lacking the previous intensity but still there, providing lukewarm heat.

The man was seated once more but with a hand extended in his direction, it wasn't an invitation but a presentation, like saying 'There you have it'. And he did, weirdly enough.

He scowled and opened his eyes to the real world, barely a second had passed and Kenpachi still answering questions. He got it now, the difference between fighting and fighting for a reason.

He just... he just didn't know his reason. The anger that was slowly rising fled his body, damnit, this is why he disliked that thinking shit, it only helped create problems he didn't have before. He remained where he was, Nakajima was asking something but he wasn't listening, instead his gaze was focused on his own hands.

What could he fight for?
I will try to update today or tomorrow, I am having troubles with my net


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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