Contemptable contentment [Closed]

The clashing of steel, that sharp, bitter clang was the one sound most familiar to the 9th squads Sanseki. "Again!" He screamed towards his pupils. Without a Fukutaicho, the duties of the day to day management of many of the men fell from the captain to him. They were weak, the lot of them weak, content to putter their days away making marginal improvements and thinking that was to be the end of it. And as a result, the Seireitei was torn apart, it's captains maimed and killed, it's captain commander a casualty of her own hubris and contentment. This attitude needed to change. They needed to grow strong. They needed to constantly improve, or they would all surely die. The display before him was discouraging to say the least. The lowest seats and unseated men and women in his squad lacked combat acumen. Real experience in the field. Their forms were rough and easily broken, their strength, negligible at best.

Unable to reserve himself anymore, he intervened in the sparring match between the two young unseated Shinigami. Before they could react, he landed a punch clean on one of their jaws, and quickly pivoted around to sweep the others leg and land a flat kick on his torso as he fell to the ground. Squirming and coughing on the cool floor of the training grounds, the one he had his foot on gasped and looked up at him. "Why Hiro-Sensei?" He looked down at his student and sighed, removing his foot and folding his arms behind his back. "When you saw me coming, why did you not defend yourself?" he questioned. "Did you think that just because I am your Sensei, your squadmate, that I would not strike you? That I would not easily break your unbalanced footing and move in through that weak point between your shoulder and lower ribs?" Hiro gave a light sigh as he walked back to his previous position and pressed his glasses up. "Just because I am your Sensei, does not mean you can be content in the fact that you are safe around me. A Shinigami is NEVER safe, pup. We are warriors, that is our creed, and our duty. To purify hollows in the world of the living. You do not do that by walking up to one and asking nicely." He paused briefly. "Becoming content like that in the field will cost you your lives, it cost a captain his life, it cost many more captains in grave wounds and shattered Bankai. Think, pups, contentment is why our GOD is dead. Such thinking is a death sentence for our kind. The most powerful of us were no match for it's poison grips. If you wish to be Shinigami, you must. Grow. Stronger. No matter the price, contentment for us is the gravest of sins. And I will not have it amongst those that I train." He stood his ground and shouted as loudly as he could. "AGAIN!"

There was a war brewing, a war between the Seireitei and Hueco Mundo. And a war within the Seireitei's own walls. His own squad would be amongst those right in the midst of both. And he'd be damned if a single one of those that he swore to protect died because they assumed they would be safe.