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ryusxnka · 2 years ago

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“I don’t understand how your academies work.”

A direct question, too brazen to be any sort of spy work. Too direct, too brash in it’s demand for an answer, for attention. The Quincy had snagged a syllabus, a student somewhere lamenting their loss, and thumbed through the pages with alternating scowls and scoffs. “I know some of you losers end up with swords that, like, turn into mildew. Why the hell do you spend so much time on kenjutsu before you even know what you can do?” He’d not really figured out the distinction from zanjutsu just yet.

“And you practice on each other?” Tossing the book onto the Captain’s desk, moving to rummage for anything interesting in nearby drawers, his critique continues. “You guys are supposed to hunt Hollows and murder sweet, innocent, baby Quincy. How often do you fight people with swords!?”

He pauses a moment. “I guess there was Aizen, but how much did your academy really help with that? Had to outsource your problem to a kid who didn’t even attend!”

“ - Keep your grubby hands out of my desk drawers!! “ The coarse, intonation snapping akin to rupturing Ice, vocalizations of a youth erupts authoritatively with the objective of discontinuing further movements the instant he strides through ajar doors. ----- Registering yet seemingly disregarding what had been inquired beforehand. The outright impertinence that this bastardized man, a quincy, exhibited in a locality he was the furthest of being welcomed to loaf around as if naught, remnants of a cutthroat warfare still ever-present, had transpired ‘tween the two militaristic combatants. -- Irritated wouldn’t remotely characterize the Ire scorching, thawing the calm frigidity habitually epitomized, faithfully. He was weary, famished, after finalizing hours of workload, in fact, he was in the midst of getting some dumplings afore being interrupted by an unease officer reporting of a visitant within the confinements of his office that had come directly from the direction of the Shinōreijutsuin. - An individual which forthwith riddled his subordinates with conspicuous disquietude, understandably so. Generating the adolescent to expeditiously retrace his course sans first tending to his abdomen’s aching demand. - And thus, was his temperament one of tempestuous.

Their fundamental reasoning being affiliated to criticizing interest in regards to their Academic teachings and the main functionality of their Zanpaku-to; a disclosing matter which wrought a grimace to adorn ‘pon Hitsugaya’s countenance. “ As if I'll reveal our training regimes and fighting techniques to a still-potential enemy. It goes without saying, Bazz-B, that I do not trust you. “ he curtly answers, taking the abandoned Syllabus amongst his extremity, mentally inserting a new, and involuntary, task within his immaterial schedule to return the book to whoever it originally belonged to, and forwarding it somewhere momentarily secure. -- The impromptu comment implicating Aizen grits teeth and furrow brows, but he refrains to indulge the utterance. Notwithstanding the fragments of truthful actuality that protruded through the words. “ You certainly have a lot to say for someone who hates Shinigami. “ He scoffs, realizing that perhaps if he, in reality, offered the information they wanted, the latter would soon depart from his barracks. Exasperated, he directs to his desk anew whilst exhaling a breath.“ I’ll be forthright with you. “ he yields. “ --- You're speaking with someone who graduated from the academy after only one year. There wasn't much I needed to learn. Everything just came naturally for me. “ A prodigal child who had known how to utilize his Bankai long before being officially robed in a Shinigami’s attire. “ In comparison to someone who has spent the necessary years -- I do not have very much to divulge. “

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