Shinigami
Administrator
“Oh no…”
Sweat begins to build on the captain’s forehead, a few stray drops rolling down his cheeks and onto the ground, off his chin. His eyes are locked on the folded envelope on his desk, hesitant to approach and learn of its purpose. The hauntingly familiar purple insignia emblazoned on the letter is enough to give the boy butterflies in his stomach… It was time for him to participate in another one of his many duties as captain.
Or perhaps, another matter entirely. A personal summons from the Captain-Commander? Maybe he wished to discuss a private matter with the young captain… a secret assignment designed especially for him? Numerous ideas try their hardest to make any sense in Yū’s head, but still the appalling idea of proctoring a Captain’s test refuses to be forgotten. Shakily, he reaches for the missive and removes the stamp with a single swipe of his hand. The letter unfolds…
“Shit...”Quote:Captain Nakamoto,
You are hereby ordered to escort examinee Shusuke Kiyoshi to the Valley of Screams. It is here you will act as the presiding proctor––
… the boy whispers under his breath. His worst wishes granted, Yū can’t help but suddenly feel dizzy, cueing him to grip the chair beside him to catch himself. He finds reading the rest of the letter to be virtually pointless– the anxious boy is fully aware of what is expected of him… and he fears it. While other captains are able to fulfill their duty without complaint with some even yearning the “honor”, proctoring had always been something the young captain had dreaded. He ignorantly assumed because of his status as a fourth division member, he would find himself exempt from the task, but a direct request from the Captain Commander… this is a duty he is unable to turn down, no matter how much he desires to.
He turns to the bed in his office, his zanpakutō resting lazily against his bed frame. How many months had it been since he last drew his blade for the purpose of combat? The idea of it even being a weapon was foreign to the crimeless. The boy regains his balance and steadily walks to his bedside. He grips his zanpakutō by the hilt, and with one fluid, sideward motion, the blade cleanly slides from its sheath. The otherwise impeccable katana would lose its shine today no doubt, blood threatening to stain the faultless metal. The shine of the blade crosses over Yū’s eyes before he locks eyes with himself; his reflection as clear as if looking into a mirror. His worrisome expression begins to fade, now replaced by a stoic Captain Nakamoto looking back at him. His inner protest is short-lived; Yū understands what he must do, and what is expected of him…
… and for the greater good, for the future of Soul Society, the young captain would not fail.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting, Shusuke...”
… a voice calls out from behind the idle shinigami. Yū steps out from between the sliding doors, the expansive void closing from behind him. The captain stands steady, only a few meters away from the seemingly, gentle man. The boy takes quick note of his surroundings; It had been awhile, since he last found himself in the Valley of Screams. He wasn’t exactly fond of this place, haunting memories of his match against Captain Mukuro forcefully infiltrating his mind when he tried to reminisce. But with all the bad that had come from that day, young Yū Nakamoto had unknowingly become one of few, ensuring his position in the Gotei 13 on this very field. Perhaps today, he would personally witness another shinigami join their ranks as the captain of the sixth division… or fall, like the many that failed before him.
Yū allows a moment of silence to pass between them, allowing Shusuke to greet the Captain in return or if he chose to be rudely cryptic, they would instead share the sound of the howling wind encompassing them. Either response would be met by the same, swift action.
In a flash, the boy unveils his zanpakutō from its sheath, the shell of his glittered weapon now empty of its matching piece. He lowers the rectangular hilt down to his abdomen, his zanpakutō’s blade raised directly in front of him, parallel to his stance. While it is unknown to many that his skill in zanjutsu is by far the worst of his peers, his displayed form to those in the dark in holding his blade, exudes the confidence of a true, born master. But, now the following question is offered... what purpose would resident kidō master Yū Nakamoto achieve by drawing his blade? His frame refuses to break, the facade proving to hold strong. Yū's typical soft countenance is absent of any mercy; Instead, Shusuke is met with an uncomfortable scowl. His expression however, is unable to match with the tender words he leaves for his opponent before they begin.
“Whenever you’re ready. Best of luck to you, and… I’m sorry, in advance.”