Words are Wind (Ira)

Abraham Leonard had been practicing his martial arts, trying to take out much of his anger before proceeding to enter the public. He made sure to hide his zanpakuto in a guitar case that had a hidden slot so he could place an actual guitar over it. Locking it, he dressed in his normal attire and took his acoustic guitar and went out to explore Rome. It was a endless tourist area, always having beautiful scenery and people. The colors always flowed brightly and it was soft on Abraham's eyes. He spent a good amount of time inspecting art and saw a painting that was quite familiar. A panting that had a preacher with a chain dangling from his finger...

A quincy piece of art. What an odd find, but he could only feel the guilt from the war. In order to go sooth his soul, he pulled out his guitar, keeping his blade hidden, he started playing. Approaching a bar, he entered and returned the guitar to its case. Two things he noticed: There was an out-of-place form of attire a woman wore and the fact the only table open was next to her. After taking his seat he kicked back and rested his case against his table. "White wine. I don't care what kind, just get me a glass if you would so please." he requested, also requesting a mushroom alfredo to go with his food. It was such a hot day...But he enjoyed the heat. Heat is what kept him going, the compassionate flame he had. But the flash backs of the war just banged on his brain, screaming "YOU ARE OF THE DAMNED!" and always returning the emotion of anger to him. His sunglasses hid his eyes so the frustrated squint he had would go unnoticed.

Abraham took a few sips of his wine, looking over to see a scarred woman speaking to him. He had flash backs of the war, remembering when he went berserk on the quincy using Psycho Fire. He dismissed it and just looked away before she asked if he was from around here. "Yeah. Well, I'm an immigrant. Came from Japan, so I started a Dojo here. I find it funny how close I am to a bar. I don't know why though." he chuckled a little, taking a few clean bites from his food. The burns...Why do they make me think of you Orin?

It is your guilt Abraham. Abraham sighed, he seemed a little stressed but pushed it down with a sip of wine. "Are you from around here?" he threw the question back at the lady whom had asked it.

Abraham almost spit out his win, but it was easily masked with the fact the wine was going down the wrong tube. "God damnit, swallowed....down...the wrong tube." he kept coughing but eventually washed it down...with more wine. The name sounded familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. He gave up but shrugged and looked towards Naomi. "Abraham. Abraham Leonard." he had a strong accent, it seemed a little American but an old style American. Although he could easily just say he was raised by Americans whom lived in Japan.

He enjoyed his pasta and enjoyed talking about his dojo. "Yeah. You're visting for a day or two. If you finish all the tourist attractions why don't you come down?" he said, smiling, she seemed too innocent to let her know 'by the way I am a death god' right away. "The Vatican. Holy place? Not what it said in the history books. Weird there for some reason.They don't even let you in!" he shook his head in disappointment and continued eating.

Abraham cleaned a little bit of the spilled wine and had finished his alfredo, along with the wine. He looked over to Naomi and nodded his head with a warm smile. "Sure. I'm fine with that. Also, I don't do much for decorations so it is usually just a place to train. No one wants lessons so it is open to all for free practice time. I don't teach anything...I couldn't really." he shrugged, standing and waiting for Naomi to stand as well unless she wasn't done. He paid his server and tipped at least twenty percent. He actually kind of liked the girl he was talking to. "You gotta few moves you wanna show me? Hand-to-hand?" he imitated a boxed and then resumed a particularly cool looking pose.

Abraham followed Naomi and proceeded to listen to her. He thought it was cute how she tried playing weakling but not weakling would just be so willing to enter his dojo. As they left, she had asked how far the dojo was and he pointed down the street, which wouldn't be too far of a walk. "Not too far. You could leave your bike here, but I do have a garage if you want to use that." he was trying to be as kind as he could be but had feared maybe his anger would make him release his reiatsu as soon as they got on to the mats. He was then shocked by her question of finances, but partially there was no secret. He had a large supply from before he moved in order to keep traveling, and he had at least a few million left. But the story was that it was inherited.

"In Japan, I inherited a lot of money from my parents when they died. I traveled for a while and now I am here." Abraham nodded with a smile and then began walking.

Abraham smiled as he opened the Dojo door and waited for Naomi to enter. She had inherited money from her family, so he had quickly learned a little about her. But then the false pity came and he nodded in the way that expressed that it was ok. He seemed to have been over it for a while, even though it was a lie. The lie itself was fabricated by a man he had come to know whom had helped him. "Yeah....Happens though," he said, but was at a loss of words. He waited for Naomi to respond. "A decent dojo. Five rooms. Right next to my house." he admired his dojo and then looked back at Naomi.

Once they had entered, they walked into the main room which was vast and had several weapon racks. There was a shelf in between two doors that held trophies for martial artist competitions. "Once I get a chance, I'll be entering bigger league Martial Arts tourney's. Then I won't have to rely on my inheritance." he seemed confident of his skills, before showing Naomi two storage rooms, one with medical supplies and others with maintenance for the dojo, weapons and other gear. He then showed her a fourth room which he did business in but said that the fifth was off limits. In reality, what Naomi didn't know is that he kept a case that had his old uniform on hooks. He also did not totally forget his guitar case and set it in the room where he did business.

Once he was done, he walked to the middle and took a fighting stance, throwing his sunglasses to the side to reveal his red eyes. "So, are you finally ready? I'll give you a chance to limber up if you need. And if your attire doesn't suit combat then I have some unused uniforms." he too took a moment to limber up, cracking his neck, hopping around. He tightly gripped his fists and heard his knuckles crack.

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Oh she is going to play that game huh? He smiled, jolting forward as he was moving amazingly fast for a...human? He jumped into a cart-wheel, heel-dropping the girl whom he was meant to fight. He wasn't going to do much holding back because she was playing a game with him and he did not know why. The kick was with much force so she could either, assumingly at least, be sent to the ground breaking the boards or he could send his foot straight through the floor if she dodged. He already had his attacks planned, if he failed he would either spin his body around while kicking to Naomi's side with his opposite foot. If he would bring his other heel down on Naomi and then spring off of her into a backwards flip to open up distance. Time to get HEATED.

Abraham still kept his reiatsu suppressed but could not resist the urge to be a little wild. "I highly doubt you are some frail girl!" he said during his assault. He just wanted so badly to let his flames free. Just to burn everything...the ecstasy of fire fueled him so much. There was a fire in his eyes like no other. The fire to fight was driven by a new opponent. "You're a new opponent. With martial arts I'm going to town!' he found the battle a sport really, enjoying it.