JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Akiyama Takehiko on Jan 11, 2014 20:00:40 GMT -5
The feeling of a cool breeze brushed across his forehead taking the bangs of his hair to dance wildly in the air like a spreading fire. The tickling sensation would be enough to force the violet jewels of the sleeping Shinigami to open and take in the view of the wide sky behind the barrier. Restless Takehiko gripped onto his Zanpakuto that had rested in his lap for the past few hours, and made his way to his feet letting the cold shingles of the rooftop sent a chilling alarm through his body causing him to leap up into his sandals.
“Sh-” – he’d catch himself before letting his obscenities fly freely into the air, though the cold feeling would also serve to jolt the memory of the tired lieutenant, and served to answer a few questions such as why he was napping above the training hall of Juuichibantai. Having a rare day off Takehiko decided to approach the Juuichibantai Taicho, the notorious Kenpachi in search of guidance. He’d stopped by the training hall earlier in the day, but found the hall closed and locked leaving him with nothing to do besides wait, though admittedly embarrassed Take would not let his day be anymore derailed than it already was and proceeded to leap down from the building onto the gate, and finally to the ground level upon the path to the entrance.
From the outside of the hall he could hear the spirit of every member, and the aura of the building was indeed intense and filled with a sort of bloodlust. Not that it would turn away the ever-curious fox, and instead he’d face their will head on with his own will. Brazenly opened the door to the halls. Unaware of any eyes turning towards him, he’d bow his head and enter into the dojo. The door would close behind him and again he’d offer a bow to the members of the Juuichibantai before walking over to a sword stand and lightly placing his trusted partner on the wooden arms.
”Just wait here.”
He’d give a light nod, and then walked over to the edge between the outer walk and the actual training floor. There he’d look into the crowd of members as he lowered himself down to his knees, folding his hakama accordingly of course. Taking his time Takehiko would strip off his white Shitagi and Kosode revealing his small, but toned frame. Of course he looked puny to larger men considering his size, but muscle was still muscle and one could not be fooled when it came to appearances in Soul Society.
”I’d like it if one of you would summon Kenpachi-dono, that I would.”
Giving a small bow, he’d take to his feet with his adjusted hakama and obi in place and secure.
