From Ninth Division
Wounded Reflection
A group of Ninth Division Shinigami rush over to Fourth Division carrying a burned and injured Kuwashii. They were in a rush because from their standpoint it seemed like the girl nearly died at the hands of Kisho. Despite their worries she was still conscious but just idle, laying still and staring upwards. She wasn’t without thought, she was thinking back to the fight, trying to understand what she had taken from it. With the adrenaline wearing off and without the scorching heat to dull the nerves the pain of her battle had begun to set in. This further prompted her to remain still as to not agitate her wounds but also to not cause herself needless pain.
"I could make you powerful...beyond reason...If only you will kneel. Under the care of mongrels too afraid to stoke and fan your flames and unprepared to contain them, your blade will dull and your flames will weaken."
She thinks back to the parting words from Kisho. His way of talking and looking down on people is detestable but she achieved her goal of getting his attention. It seems like he may be willing to train her and aid her in becoming stronger. Although she frowned and scrunched up her face when thinking about kneeling. In her mind she was thinking that the wording seemed like overkill, as if kneeling would be too much since she already threw herself at him asking to be trained. She can boil down the phrase “Kneeling” to one word, a word she learned from her human friends, cringe. The Shinigami carrying her saw her face scrunched up and assumed she was in pain and tried telling her to hold on, they were almost at fourth. Those words were in one ear and out the other. She was hoping that Kisho didn’t expect her to literally kneel, it's so old fashioned.
Putting that aside she is happy knowing that someone finally sees her as more than just a “little spit fire”. If she can learn how to be merciless from Kisho and how to fan her flames with more precision and ferocity her dream of becoming a Captain will be that much closer. Fanning her flames… She has to think back on what Kisho said about his own Reiatsu…
”Just by exerting your reiatsu even a bit the heat comes. If you've swung that blade around while releasing your reiatsu, I'm certain you've been cutting and burning things as a result. It'd make more sense if you haven't been doing so because you've actively restrained yourself from it."
Actively restraining herself… Her heart palpitates, her mind coming up face to face with the trauma of her past. She doesn’t want to confront it, her eyes darting from left to right as if searching for something else to think about or focus on because it hurts too much. Flashes of her white fire dance in her mind, then an image of blacked scorched earth, then more flames. She clutches at her Shihakusho and the image of her parents defending her from the other Rukongai citizens and more flames. Then the final image of her home burning down after being set ablaze by hired thugs out of fear of her. She pulls herself back and out of the memories but she sees her answer, the thing that is making her restrain herself. A fear of destruction. Destruction of her home, her family, and herself. She raises her right arm, her body is sore and in pain but she fights through it to place her palm on her face.
”I’m sure if I tell Kisho about this he’d know what to do… But man am I going to HATE the answer…”
She says, somewhat already knowing his response but in truth she knows what she has to do. Just how Lieutenant Gekka gave her the push she needed to face Kisho, she’ll need another push from Kisho to break the bindings of her restriction… She’ll have to burn down what remains of her old home, herself.
The Shinigami arrive properly at Fourth Division and hand her off. She doesn’t know how grievous her wounds are, she just knows that they hurt.