It was only a short time after everything was said and done before someone who wanted more for themselves approached them. This one particular person viewed themselves as feeble. She could not stand living in a state of uselessness and approached the one person she believed could help her evolve. The former member of the Second Division returned in hopes of getting what she was searching for a better future. The Captain stared at her entire visage with emotionless eyes. Still, those very eyes were staring at someone who carried themselves with determination and conviction of wanting the urge to be stronger. But could they survive the trials ahead? Did she know what she was searching for and who she sought to ask? A man is defined by only one thing: seek and assassinate.
A little time has passed since he has taken her under him, but not to the prodigal child back to the likes of Second Division but to refine her combat ability and aspects of what it means to be a Shinigami. The dark black eyes stared directly at the flame-lit candle before him; many may not understand its purpose. The silent Captain watches the bright orange-red kindle glow as it is perfectly still. It didn't sway even an inch while he sat across from a young Munetoshi woman who should have been present this time, mimicking his movement and breathing control. His chest would slightly rise as the air was taken in through the nostrils, then slowly between his lips, which caused the chest to deflate. Both hands were mashed together, and the middle finger was down to the pinky interlock with one another. The tip of the index fingers formed a triangle, with the thumbs touching together by the tip. The entire purpose of this exercise was to meditate and focus. The hands were formed this way as a hand seal known as 'Rin' to prepare her mind for the training she requested of the Captain.
He urged her to delve deep within herself, to unearth her determination to grow stronger, her yearning to shed her feelings of weakness and uselessness. Kagi wanted to hear her words, not to convince him, but to see if she had truly embraced her conviction. Training the mind and body was a serious matter, one that Kagi did not take lightly. It required discipline to be a shinigami, but it also demanded personal growth to become a better warrior. The kind of warrior needed was one who could not only defend themselves but also fulfill their duties as a shinigami. Did Fuyuko possess the necessary qualities?
For months, Kagi had tested the First lieutenant, testing her resolve and her will to carry on the duties as a shinigami. While training her, he paired her with a member from his division, Kinko Kuchiki. He allowed them to grow and evolve as individuals and what it means to work in unison as a unit. What made them compatible is they both sought strength and power, but neither had control, which is something Kagi had allowed to grow by pushing them to their limits for months on end. They both had entered their growth as shinigami and what they did from then on was entirely up to them and how they wished to shape their future.
The soft breeze withers by as it brushes against the porcelain skin of the individual who stands at the top of the rocky edge, free of any blemishes and donning a healthy appearance, and has a smooth texture that reflects light quite handsomely yet despite the youthful look on the outside, the inside was much shrouded in dark thoughts. Scarred by the very past that created his existence today, a killing tool from the shadows. The one who lives for chaos and death, and in the last 20 months, there was nothing short of destruction and eternal sleep. The fume of anger swelled within when both objectives became unsuccessful, but the main thing that bothered him most was the man who decimated his barracks and left without a trace. It placed a bad reputation on his name as the Second Division captain. Someone who has built up a reputation from his time as the Vice Commander in chief of the Stealth Force and had been simply made a fool of by one man. No. A beast of a man that goes by the name...
"Daigo Shimojima"
The name was merely a whisper from his lips while both eyes continued to stare into the beyond with every building and barracks below his current position. The Captain's haori swayed off to the side in the same direction as the wind, slowly dancing while his entire focus had been replaying the events constantly over and over in his head. The anger that has been building and slowly increasing each passing day has made him hunger for blood. Even moreso, when one man broke many laws and killed multiple people, one of them including a Captain, his sentence came down to only being imprisoned for 2000 years in the Muken. This punishment was a joke and a spit in the face to high-ranking officers, such as himself. Despite any reason the Shiba acted out for blood, his sentence should be death. An eye for an eye, and yet 2000 years is not enough to pay his debts for the countless deaths and carnage he left behind.
While those thoughts and opinions weigh heavily, he took a peer over the right shoulder, staring at the significant tool used for executed shinigami that has severely broken the laws of the Soul Society. Kagi could be seen staring at its existence. The thick ropes were wrapped around the large pole of this oversized halberd, and they kept it upright. A fine piece of instrument was meant for people like Densagi Shiba. The Captain couldn't help but think if Densagi's sentence had been influenced by that woman, who wanted to save him so badly that she nearly put herself in harm's way just to keep him safe. Did she have any influence on C46's decision? These were all his thoughts during this long ten-month period.
Swords clashing echoed around the entire vicinity, two against one. Both were doing their best to strike their target. Apparently, both shinigami did not have the will or desire to quit, no matter how worn out they may be. Yet, the Captain was not going to stop them either.
"Clang"
"Swish"
Both tried to time their strikes one after the other, only for one sword to clash against Kagi's zanpakuto; the other would be dodged, missing him and his zanpakuto entirely and only swinging towards the air. His body would be slid backward against the gravel, creating space between himself and the Third Seat and First Lieutenant. The zanpakuto was brought to his hip, slid right into the sheath, and slid until there was a clicking sound.
"That shall be enough for today. Rest up for now."
He told them both, but he gestured for his Third seat to approach him away from the pink-haired shinigami. The words he would tell Kinko were not for her to be concerned with.
"I have matters to attend to. I understand you wish to be promoted to Lt. That is something we shall thoroughly discuss upon my return; in the meantime, do not interfere with any other division affairs. Instead, you shall only observe and report. Nothing more."
His word carried weight, as he wanted Kinko to not involve himself with anyone who wasn't their business. Kinko could tell just by the tone of his Captain's voice that there would be severe consequences if he disobeyed a direct order. Was there a reason for Kagi to have Kinko focus only on their business? Kagi is sure Kinko would question his reasoning, but if he knew any better, he would not question Kagi's intention. There was a reason for everything and a why. However, it is kept secret since the Captain keeps certain things close to the chest with reason. Kagi stared in the direction of Fuyuko as they remained emotionless, and it could not be easy to read exactly what he was thinking. For months, he trained this little birdy, but it was not without conditions, and those conditions were what he expected to be met. He soon left both of them alone, leaving the area entirely while he made his way to the Captain's meeting. What exactly would a meeting with the captains entail? A new Captain Commander? They have gone ten months without one. Have they finally decided who will take over, or would the meeting be about something else entirely? The entire chain of command tipped after the prior commander was killed, leaving the Gotei 13 to hold things together on their own.
Time has passed, but not too much time, given he was already around the area when he trained both shinigami. The Captain slowly took a stride into the compound of Central Forty-Six; his steps were silent, and his presence was unknown unless someone could see him physically. Was he first to enter? Second? Last? It did not matter to him; he would have arrived when he was ready to appear; being as it may, he had his agenda in mind and hoped they would deny what he had been after all this time, and having this meeting would ensure he had an audience with them to discuss his proposition.
