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An at ease smile had crossed Captain Toushin’s lips as he set the final object down in its rightful place. The violin’s stand had been positioned against the farthest wall from the room’s rather large desk, near the already open windows. The office itself was located at the top floor in the Division’s barracks, and had over looked his squads training area. Giving his office one last look over, the simple smile against Akuryou’s lips remained.

“Perfect.” Was the only word Akuryou had felt was needed at the time. With a pivot of his foot, Akuryou had turned and approached the back of his new desk, plopping down in the large, comfortable office chair, allowing his forearms and palms to rest on top of the seats arms.

Akuryou's eyes would have only shifted up to the newcomer, the relaxed, at ease smile slowly fading as the blissful silence was broken. Being the one to always care about tradition, and respect, the first words out of Akuryou's mouth would have seemed to possess somewhat of a dissipointed tone. "It is proper to announce ones self before entering in a room" His arms would have seemed to have fallen from the chairs as he stood with a rather swift movement, his captains jacket ruffling with his movement. "Though you are correct... in the boredom that is.. it has been... 'slow'"

"Mn... when someone tastes the joy of battle, it appears it sticks with them, doesnt it Captain Daichi?" Akuryou's stance had shifted as he spoke, bringing most of his weight down apon his right leg; His mind completly voiding out the fact that the fellow captain wasn't wearing his intitled uniform. "Anyway, I can agree with what you think about these times, the serinity is always nice; But a storm is usually brewing behind the façade." Akuryou's gaze had then turned out the still open window, as a soft, cool breeze whisked its way across the room.

Akuryou's attention would have been snapped back to his fellow captain, from the accusation he might have been injured. "No, not at all, it is just I feel more comfortable leaning against my right leg. Heh, I should really say it runs in my family, an 'Unconsious readyness for battle' my brother called it." The mere mention of his brothers name would have sent a shiver of displeasure through his core. "Besides," Akuryou's gaze would have seemed to falter, taking on an enjoyable grin "There is no need for me to hold out"

"If it were a race to the enemy," The smile against akuryou's lips would have only spread as the conversation insued. "By the time you swong your first strike, their head would have already been rolling to the ground." An uneasyness would have gone across the chilled air, an oh so fimilar feeling seemign to build within his stomach. "I take it, your swords disappearance, means that a storm is coming." After taking the words that Daichi himself had used, Akuryou's right arm would have repositioned a few inches farther back on his side; As his weight rested just a bit more on his already pressured leg.

Akuryou's gaze would have averted up towards the petite girl that now resided near his sholders. "Hello there." his voice would have came out like a chuckle. "I see your sword manifests itself on its own. Zenchou does that, but my blade does not vanish... intresting" With a simple pivot of his right foot, akuryou's balance would have been fully extablished, so that the 'females' weight felt like nothing. "Zenchou tends to be more, well let us say 'quiet' when it comes to his appearances. Truth be told, I've only heard him speak once; On the day he told me his name." Feeling slightly edgy at the moment, Akuryou's sholders would have rolled backwards in their sockets, which would have given the momentum for the girl to have slid off his sholders. If the spirit were to slide off, a thin, yet clearly noticable black smoke would have then begun to slowly seep from the bottom of the tsuba which rested against the sheath.

The look of curiosity would have stained Akuryou's face as his gaze traviled up and down the young looking girl before him. The thick, near black smoke would have continued to seep out from the tsuba of my sheathed zanpakutou. "So i see the lust for battle drives the both of you.. for seperate reasons though it may appear." Akuryou's eyes would have drifted down to the seeping smoke, only for his lips to tighten after a few seconds. An uneasy look crossing my face. "You two seemed to be destined for one another then. I am glad for you, and your sword. Even though most shinigami act it, they do not find a link between their zanpakutou's spirit, and themselves." The smoke would have appeared to slowly circle my body in a long, thread like appearance; Dancing from right to left on the still ongoing breeze that was flowing from the window. "I take it you two fight together in perfect unison aswel?"

Akuryou had lowered his gaze from Daichi, now examining the still dancing smoke that had incircled him. The once known silence of the room would have returned for a few moments, as Akuryou brought his right hand up, gently resting it against the hilt of his zanpakutou. "Zenchou?"
The look in Akuryou's eyes would have changed from curiosity, to a slight happyness as the breeze through the window picked up, always loving when zenchou came out from his sword. The forceful air had blown the dark smoke from his body, kicking it up as the manifestation thickened. The substance had quickly began to converge around a small area just to Akuryou's right; Thickening and molding together, slowly forming the outline of a shroud, completly made from the black smoke. (Zenchou) The dark smoke-like-matter would have continually seeped from the hood, sleeves, and bottom of the closed shroud, making it impossible to tell if there was even a body within the clothing, instead of the constantly shifting and seeping darkened air. Akuryou's eyes would have shifted back between Zenchou, and the female still before them a number of times before he had decided to speak. Knowing all too well that Zenchou can only be heard and seen by those whom he wished, Akuryou had quickly taken the role of the spirits translator.
"He says that he finds the two of you quite intresting. As do I. Also, that..." Akuryou would have gone silent for a moment, as if a bit suprised by the unheard words. "Also... he wishes for... A spar? Really Zenchou?"