The female walked ahead of him, leading the way to what one could assume to where a confrontation of sorts could have the strong potential to take place. Students were watching as each step led towards the grounds of the largest training field – the facility in which usually multiple classes could be held, something of powerful demonstrations. While outside, a number of students loitered around the field, some of them already there. Whether they were studying or practicing themselves, seeing two notable officers within the Third Division led the lot of them to gather their belongings and leave the field.
“Hey, what’s going on? Why is Instructor Nagahiro here with Instructor Fēng?”
One of the many students popped up – another one shaking their head.
”Beats me! Everything’s been all over the place ever since Captain Oki became the principal. There’s definitely some organizations, but I heard that there were some placement changes. Instructor Nagahiro has been here for years and taught some of the finest Shinigami there are to this date… and Instructor Fēng hasn’t even been here for a fraction of the time. This is the largest training ground… do you think they could be…?”
The other student’s eyes shined brighter than the sun itself. The both of them spoke in unison…
“ARE WE GOING TO SEE A FIGHT TODAY?!”
Of the many things any soul loved, a fight between ranking officers was always something to take note of. There was no telling what could possibly happen, but in the eyes of most, the odds did seemingly favor the older soul. How could they have not? She was centuries upon centuries old, and the amount of wisdom that she was flooded with could topple a number of souls with that alone. Despite this fact, The Fēng continued to move forward without any hesitation, not even remotely the slightest hint of fear. It was his duty, an obligation, to perform to the standards required of him in any regard – in this instance, it was taking time with Kururu upon the battlegrounds.
“Keep in mind one thing, young Fēng-sama. I have no personal quarrel with you. What I require from you is strictly beyond your control."
Her words were absolute, as strong as the very ground they stood upon. Once they reached the battle field, Zhou’s distance from her was no more than 5 meters, enough distance to hear what she had to say, as well as allow herself to speak further. He waited for her to continue on rather than just utter what she spoke previously, but alas, there was nothing.
“I see. Mind speaking bluntly? As nice as the weather is out here, I’d rather cut straight to the chase.”
Despite the ironic phrase, Zhou’s silver orbs looked towards her own purple ones. Whatever was bound to occur was due to her actions. Not his own. He didn’t issue anything or suggest even a fight in the slightest. Instead, anything that was going to occur from here on out had to do with not only her words, but her actions. Zhou could assume what was going to occur, in fact, he had a strong idea of what was about to ensue. Regardless of what he thought, Zhou refused to simply attack the older woman out of mere idea of what was going to occur -- that didn't make sense. Instead, he waited for her to decide the fate of the day as he simply stood the distance away from the previous third seat of the Third Division.
