Takehiko had put in to join the Gotei finally making his transition out of the Academy. A scarf of white hid his neck from view which still held bandages. Carrying a stack of books up to his chest he went to his room. Having his own quarters were rather nice and efficient in the long run. Sitting down he began reading so far he'd been pouring through books and studying many different fields. Book smart was now part of his education as his injuries prevented intensive training. Coming home finally from his trip abroad he realized something. He could hopefully work here and provide intellectual helping. Sitting down he began reading he was able to process words very quickly. Reading books at an amazing pace and memorizing the information. So far he had been reading notes left behind by previous people. Going through his information figuring things out. It was a very intricate thing he was witnessing in this regard. Scientifically the Gotei held a rather interesting situation. They were ahead in terms of Soul Modification among other things.
Studying the Laws and other rules of the organization he'd begun focusing in on more scientific details. Figuring things out pertaining to the Gigai that they used. Believing he could create a replicate-based Gigai system. A way for the person to be in two different areas. But sadly he didn't know what resources were given to newer members. His own training aside he felt a sort of strange rush. Joining this Division felt suitable to him in the longer run. His uncle had worked previously here and the journal had been illuminating. Takehiko believed that some of his ideas would be helpful to the organization as a whole. But also start slowly restoring his families legacy. The Unabara were an ideal and the more he wrapped his head around it. The more it became crystal clear that it didn't really matter what he did from here. Intelligent thought was becoming more clear to him. Takehiko would begin creating things or at least trying to invent.
Most of the books he was carrying around with him were on armor. These were from varying cultures from different time periods. Also seeing what information he could dig up on the experiments involving it. It was hard to get a very good sense of things. Notes could go back centuries and take days to pour through. Armor in terms of design had always been worn in a certain fashion. Takehiko had been doing many studies on Gigai among other things. Before beginning to draw designs of a specialized armor used by taking a gigai pill. It would allow the person to in theory coat themselves in armor. Well not so much that as activate what was essentially battle armor. Meant to protect the persona and provide better protection in combat. The clothing they generally wore lacked in that regard. This was something anyone could use from a Captian to a foot soldier like himself. Writing down notes he didn't really know what he planned on doing. Takehiko had begun a different kind of journey now. Leaving the Academy to join the Gotei's proud Research and Development group.
The main goal would be to have the armor function similar to their clothing. To feel entirely natural and designed for that person. Freedom of design choice and many things of the like were important to him here. Takehiko didn't know what to call it as he'd seen cybernetic armor Tsubasa had made. Even investing in processors and soul manipulation. The entire thing seemed too human in his opinion. He believed they were abandoning the culture they had. Instead of focusing on what made the Shinigami special. Takehiko resumed focus on this though didn't claim a great academic acumen. The idea was tangible at the very least and processable he believed. The trouble was finding a delivery system for the armor though. Simply carrying it in a capsule was possible for a person. The trouble was would someone allow them to simply put it on? Takehiko worried about those details for now. But flipping through his books.
Studying would have to take the first priorities here. Couldn't focus in on something without means. The issues he encountered so far in his studies of armor and such was simple. Their men didn't wear anything and it was sort of a fair game deal. A helmet which would come with the latest technology they had available. Connecting them with commanding officers and other such things. Allowing them to communicate through a hell butterfly insignia would be best. Which would communicate them back to a set person or people in this regard? Takehiko wasn't sure how to really do a lot of this as he pondered. Armor making was difficult and he'd need a trial set. Something that could be tested for durability among other things. Takehiko was a Kuchiki though and craftsmanship wasn't his specialty. He'd designed it down to the letter and made sure that the material was comfortable. IN design it took many of its choices from the Shihakusho they all wore here traditionally. The armor was made in the same pattern as a Karuta armor of ancient lore. White Shitagi with White Tabi to finish the general build.
This set of armor would be highly stylized in this regard. However, issues did manage to rear their head. Takehiko was no forger or specialist in this regard. He didn't know how long it would take him to begin on such a drastic project. The books laid out before him were on Japanese armor construction. Learning how they made it back in that time period. Replicating their results for a piece to be shown to the Vice Captain. That would be difficult for him as he'd never done anything like this. Takehiko felt creative spark as he pulled his uncle's journal over. Details of many different things were in these pages. Not a bloody thing on armor though because of course not. Why would his uncle do something productive and normal that a nephew could pick up? He ran his hands through his hair before falling over in his bed. Unwrapping the scar from his neck revealing an injury to his throat that was massive.
Takehiko was being given a nickname around the Division of the Silent Kuchiki. Because he never spoke a word to anyone only nodding and smiling. Often times writing things down for people to see on a note pad. Licking at his lips due to their dried nature he decided to slumber for a bit. He'd bring the idea forward to Jetta tomorrow after he constructed it. Though the question was how long would it take him to figure all that out? Wasn't like stores sold build your own armor sets. Takehiko had to think about this constructively as it didn't need to be complicated. He only had to make sure it could be used by anyone in a general sense. This was the goal to accomplish a more widespread helpful thing? Why armor though was a question ringing in his ears. It dawned on him that he'd wanted to protect people and lives. So it was best for him to focus in on the work now. Yawning he continued reading before finally falling over into sleep. His room was covered in books spread everywhere. This was a place of sheer carnage of studying among other things.