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Firemind
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Kurisu stood in the halls of the Squad 6 barracks talking to one of the unseated members of his Squad after they had failed to capture one of the more petty criminals within the actual Seireitei "What the hell do you mean he got away?! How useless are you? This is the 6th Division and within this division failure is not acceptable! You succeed with your mission or you die trying to succeed! Tch! I can't have Shinigami such as yourself within this Squad...you may have made it in by the skin of your teeth but you have failed to live up to the basic set standard I have for this Squad! my father would have you executed for such a failure...be grateful you get to keep your life! Now get out of my sight before I change my mind!" The Shinigami then bowed and quickly ran off. Kurisu then rubbed the back of his head and closed his eyes sighing "How did you manage it father? dealing with such idiotic Shinigami?...it's beyond me...but I'm still the Captain of this Squad regardless...I have a job to do..."
Shunpo-ing through Rukongai and towards Seireitei provided Nadameru an opportunity to practice her Shunpo. She had excelled in all four schools of the basic Shinigami arts, but it was Shunpo she enjoyed the most. There was a certain freedom to it that always managed to mystify her. Perhaps it appealed to her free spirit or the sometimes smothering lifestyle of a noble, but being able to move so fast and so free was truly breathtaking.
In order to test herself, Nadameru pushed her Shunpo past the comfort zones she normally adhered to. She forced her steps to carry her further and faster until she paused on the rooftop of the building opposite the sixth division barracks. She made shallow, panting breaths as she steadied herself after the exercise and found a dull ache in her legs to be of great comfort. If she was aching, she was straining herself, and if she was straining herself, she could go a little bit faster next time. She had no lofty ambitions to become the fastest shinigami, or even the strongest; she would gladly take the title of free-est, though.
Her train of thought was broken by the sound of a young man with a look of mild terror on his face fleeing from the barracks. She heard what sounded like her older cousin's voice, shouting st the exiting figure and she cracked a smile. It wasn't the tone she was used to, but it was a voice she liked to hear...perhaps a little happier, if she could help it.Dropping down to the entrance of the sixth division barracks, she gently knocked on the entrance of the room that the captain occupied.