Post by hater on Jan 31, 2010 12:42:50 GMT 1
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It was a cold day in Seireitei, the winter air biting at the nose of the Noble Housed Twelfth Division Shinigami Hitogoshori Kishoku. He detested cold days, feeling the bitter, frozen energies turning his face red and ruining the beauty of his physique. Kishoku was not a vain man in normal circumstances, but he could only deny the rage he felt at having his complexion ruined by the frozen temperatures in small amounts and remain truthful to himself.
Miserable, the young Shinigami Lord found himself out on the fields of practice, where target dummies were plentiful - almost as plentiful as the thick white blanket of snow that lay upon the ground. Garbed only in his Shihokusho, the Garment of Dead Souls, the man was obviously an idiot, or else bound by honor to appear as if the wet and cold did not bother him. Unfortunately, it was the latter, and there was naught that he could do about his assignment.
Told by a higher-ranking officer within his Division that his battle skills were below par, Kishoku had been sent out to the training fields to meet an unknown combatant for a spar. He was to remain out here until he could claim a victory, however many bouts that took. Kishoku could only hope that he was skilled enough to suffer a quick defeat for his opponent, for he did not desire spending too much time out here in the frost-encrusted lands, training until he died or came out on top.
Maybe someone would have pity on him...? Hmph, honor is destroyed by that very statement. He was a member of the Hitogoroshi Royal Noble House, and in the end, he would come out victorious if it were the very last thing that he did.
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It was a cold day in Seireitei, the winter air biting at the nose of the Noble Housed Twelfth Division Shinigami Hitogoshori Kishoku. He detested cold days, feeling the bitter, frozen energies turning his face red and ruining the beauty of his physique. Kishoku was not a vain man in normal circumstances, but he could only deny the rage he felt at having his complexion ruined by the frozen temperatures in small amounts and remain truthful to himself.
Miserable, the young Shinigami Lord found himself out on the fields of practice, where target dummies were plentiful - almost as plentiful as the thick white blanket of snow that lay upon the ground. Garbed only in his Shihokusho, the Garment of Dead Souls, the man was obviously an idiot, or else bound by honor to appear as if the wet and cold did not bother him. Unfortunately, it was the latter, and there was naught that he could do about his assignment.
Told by a higher-ranking officer within his Division that his battle skills were below par, Kishoku had been sent out to the training fields to meet an unknown combatant for a spar. He was to remain out here until he could claim a victory, however many bouts that took. Kishoku could only hope that he was skilled enough to suffer a quick defeat for his opponent, for he did not desire spending too much time out here in the frost-encrusted lands, training until he died or came out on top.
Maybe someone would have pity on him...? Hmph, honor is destroyed by that very statement. He was a member of the Hitogoroshi Royal Noble House, and in the end, he would come out victorious if it were the very last thing that he did.
