an interest in swords. |Sakura&Senbonzakura| 

stubbornpinkette:

She eyed the mask upon his face a little warily, wondering if she had found the correct teacher. Taking a step into the classroom, she gave a slight bow before offering a polite smile. “Ah, you’re the…swordsmanship teacher, right?”

With her hands pressed behind her back, she took another step forward. “I’m Sakura Haruno! A first year here. I arrived just yesterday, actually.” She shifted a little awkwardly on her feet before continuing on. “I was wondering if you could teach me?”

“Erm, if you’re not busy, that is! If you are, perhaps you could help me at another time?”

It was during her introduction that the spirit finally turned around, ocean stained hues watching impassively as she swiftly bowed before offering a courteous smile. Even so, the slight gestures were lost on the samurai whose eyes remained somewhat focused on the the student’s- or rather Miss Haruno was it?- head of flowing pink tresses. In the back of his mind, the Zanpakutou recalled a time when his own master’s cascading locks of raven had been dyed the bright color, not able to help but compare the sight from what seemed like months prior with the girl who was currently before him.

Byakuya-sama’s pink hair… had looked much more elegant though I suppose in such cases it can not be helped.

It was only after she had provided the spirit with what seemed to be her basic information did she state her request, one of which gave the spirit pause as he turned his attention toward her spoken words.

“Erm, if you’re not busy, that is! If you are, perhaps you could help me at another time?”

“There is nothing pressing at the moment to stop me from teaching you if learning the way of the sword is what you desire. Though I must warn you- if you do not have the intention to give it your all, to attempt to teach you would be futile as I am not the most patient of teachers. ”

Pausing a mere three seconds to let his words sink in, Senbonzakura inclined his head toward the wall across the pair before raising a hand in gesture toward the many wooden swords hung in place.

“If you are ready, choose one and let us begin.”

an interest in swords. |Sakura&Senbonzakura| 

stubbornpinkette:

The more she learned about the others who resided along with the shinobi, the more she realized that there was still so much left to learn. The pinkette wasn’t one to wield weapons, unlike those shinigami that had swords strapped onto their being. It made her a little queasy, despite having her own specialties in taijutsu and the like. Still, the discovery prompted her to believe that maybe, just maybe, it was her chance to learn how to wield a sword properly. 

So, she had done what she thought was best. The pinkette had sought out for the swordsmanship teacher. After asking around for the whereabouts for said teacher, she found herself peeking into an open classroom, emerald eyes glancing around until it landed upon a lone figure. 

Unsure of how to address him, she merely gave a knock on the door, hoping to capture his attention. “Um, hello?”

Standing before the open window of his classroom, Senbonzakura allowed himself to become lost in thought as depth-less azure stared out into the expansive grounds laid out below. Though the spirit was quite consistent in matters of training, he was somewhat glad that his instruction time was only set for the early morning, leaving the samurai more time to indulge in leisurely activities- not that there were many he had come to indulge in, in the months following his arrival.

Sensing an unfamiliar presence behind him, the samurai remained in his statuesque pose, waiting for whoever it was to make state their business; though in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but become aware of the similar energy that felt not unlike a certain blonde haired student he knew.

“Um, hello?”

Tilting his head at the question, pale lips slightly curled downward before the Zanpakutou’s low notes pierced through the silence following the others’ seemingly hesitant address.

“What is it?”

For the First Time @ Lady Hisana 

lady-hisana:

Sitting on a bench under a large tree sat Hisana as she rested a bit. It seem her illness took quite a toll on her. If walking for a long period of time proved to be a difficult task she couldn’t help but wonder how teaching would be. But that’s the last she needed to happen, she wouldn’t want to worry her students if she suddenly passed out.

Slender fingers reached up and ressed against her chest. She took in a small in take of air then released it. A frowned on her face as a sharp pain was produce in the middle of her. “Even breathing is difficult…” The hand dropped down and played with the edge of shirt along with the other hand. Violet eyes looked towards the sky enjoying the light blue color.

Then again her illness could be worse even if people think her sickness was bad enough. The wind began to pick up causing the woman to smile as it went through her air. The weather was just perfect and relaxing, the only thing missing was probably tea. Hisana blinked as she noticed something in the corner of her eye, what could it be?

Her gaze landed upon a armor wearing individual, with long dark brown hair. The person looked elegant yet still had that fierce look going on. She wonder who this mysterious person could be, a student…a teacher? Sudden curiosity washed over her and she wanted to speak to the Samurai. As she stood up she quickly fell to her knees as a fit of coughs struck her.

Wandering about the corridors, dark brows pulled together as Senbonzakura once more stopped in the middle of an open hallway, a light-almost inaudible sigh escaping pale lips. It had been a mere few hours since his meandering through the expansive campus began, the sudden impulse to drop what he had been doing in search of…something growing stronger until it had been near impossible to ignore. It was then that without a moment’s hesitation that the spirit began following his instincts- actions spurred by his curious nature, despite not knowing just where they were leading him.

His first stop had been the front of the school’s administration office, the samurai leaving just as soon as he had arrived- the feeling that he had just missed whatever or rather whomever his search was leading him urging him onward to where he was currently standing after what seemed like a long period of time to the impatient Zanpakutou. 

Where are you….?

And almost as if in answer to his mentally spoken question, a series of small coughs caught his attention- the sight he was graced with after a slight inclination of his head directed at the sudden disturbance in the still of the sunny midafternoon making depthless azure widened at the image before him. Without sparing another moment, Senbonzakura vanished from where he had been standing across the way from the nearly crumpled figure on the ground, only to reappear a moment later beside them- an armored gloved hand resting upon the person’s or rather the woman’s shoulder as the spirit too knelt upon the ground.

Ocean stained hues roved over the other, comprehension slowly dawning upon the spirit the longer he observed. The small, dainty yet nonetheless coughing fit that had sounded eerily familiar- enough so that the samurai had reflexively inclined his head at the sound; the wayward locks of cascading raven, that the Zanpakutou was sure if he was to look closely enough would be gently caressing a somewhat drawn porcelain kissed- but nonetheless strikingly beautiful- face. And perhaps the most tall-telling of all these things was the unmistakable pull the spirit had felt to her- even when he himself knew not what he was searching for. 

The presence itself-nearly unmistakable.

Inclining his head slightly, if only to try and get a better glimpse of the woman he had only ever seen vague images of which within his master’s mind, Senbonzakura’s broke the silence, his voice low as he made to address her. 

“Lady Hisana.”