Striking Up An Introduction [Hide/Jin] Oct 17, 2013 1:49:10 GMT -5
Post by Hideyoshi Shirotaka on Oct 17, 2013 1:49:10 GMT -5
✖ COUNT TO TEN
FALL APART AND THEN START AGAIN; ALWAYS STAYS THE SAME, NOTHING EVER CHANGES.
NOTESfirst post ever woo~ trying not to godmod too hard xD
The courtyard was in assembly; all around, the Shinigami of Squad 10 were gathered, fringing about the various buildings and walls that enclosed the wide, flat space. The palette of white, yellow and black was rather plain, but about the Seireitei it was uniform. This day, Squad 10 was electing its new Lieutenant... in a trial by combat.
The challenge was simple; face the Captain, and be judged. A slight oddity among the sea of shihakusho, Hideyoshi had stood with his tuxedo, ironically informal, though he did not see it as such. The battles that had occurred previously had been nothing special; most of the others, regardless of seat, had fallen fairly easily... and now, it was Hideyoshi's turn. There did not seem to be any particular order to the participation; it was as though it had been randomized, but for whatever reason... Hideyoshi had been drawn last.
This was not unusual. Though his servitude had never been begrudging, the Shinigami had also never been the most voluntary of individuals. He was a part of the Squad because had shown power and prowess, but otherwise... little was known of him. He could not have been said to have friends, though this did not mean he was resented. He occupied the metaphorical corner, and had since his arrival a relatively short time ago.
Knowing this was his part, Hideyoshi shrugged away from the obscurity of the crowds, out into the loosely defined 'ring'. The previous competitor moped off, largely uninjured but for his pride. Hideyoshi's face was deadpan as he faced his Captain; he had hardly spoken to the man before, and was not even certain how much the commander even knew of him. Regardless, he was not afraid; he had quiet confidence in his abilities that allowed him to stand erect. His left hand clutched Awashin'ai's scabbard at his left hip, primed to be drawn.
The weight of Jin Hoshigawa's Reiatsu was likely enough to sunder the lower Shinigami if released in full, but for the moment it was not too overpowering. Squarely facing the man, Hideyoshi merely nodded and spoke one respectful word.
And following such, he clutched his zanpakuto's hilt with his right hand and slid it from his scabbard, resting it at a forty-five degree angle upward in front of his chest, one-handed. Despite the obvious difference in power between the two individuals, Hideyoshi had no wish to initiate.