Training days [Flashback]

The sun rose early in the air towards the sky, a light yellow and orange hue hanged on the edge of the visible plain that held the Shino Academy of the Soul Society. The rooms and halls of the school were filled with silence. Not even the sound of wind brushing up against the wooden floorboards were heard or the few gusts of wind that somehow made it into the closed of sections of the school heard within the gaps of wood. All but one sound, a steadily sound of wood creaking.

Tento was up, practicing his old martial arts from his pass life as a human on earth. The floor he was on was old, wood that had had its share of pressure and experience holding the many many stomps, jumps. and shuffles of the hand to hand combat fighters that came out of Shino Academy.

The door to the training room hanged up, an attempt to let any cool breeze to come into the room. A sweat was going to get worked up, and air circulation was one of the best ways to cool off in Tento's experience. The day had yet to really begun, but he was already ready to start his training and studying for the day. That was just the type of guy he was.

He was different from others at the Academy. He was not a peppy young adult that eyed the school from the time they were small or first arrived in the after life. Hoping to one day be in these very walls after years and years of waiting. He was just a soul that apparently had a bit of extra Reishi and Reiatsu. Not much more that could be considered truly special from Tento's understanding, but enough that he really should not be around the general populus of whatever district he would be sent to. He had to gain control of his powers or else it could take a toll on himself or others. And so, a Shinigami that was there helping new souls to their new home was tasked with a task, to talk to Tento, and to give him an understanding of what was going on while he was so deer eyed.

In the short talk and information given to him, Tento had to figure out what he would do for...well probably eternalty if he did not die. And even though he was now dead, he still held on to his habits to what he wanted to do for his life and career. Grow and help people. With that, he decided to try and become a Shinigami. And with a few several test and examinations, that was good to go.

So now, here he was, praticing one of the few things he did know in this new world where there seemed to be magical powers, demonic powers, and just...powers that existed. As well as monsters and other worldly creatures too!

But that was apart of the job Soul Reapers had, and thus would be the job Tento would have if he successfully graduated from the academy. He had no one along him here, no friends or family. Well, at least no friends from the living and no friends yet made in the after life. It was odd, not having someone or a group to compare and hold a bar of standards against. Tento could do that with classmates with general tasks, but that would only satisfy the basics. He needed someone he had a personal relationship to help hold him accountable and push him forward when he could not by himself. He needed someone he could lean on and someone that would allow themselves to lean on Tento. But for now, Tento at least had his own standards to live up to. And he was going to do the best he could. This was what he as he twisted his hips to the left, throwing a swinging kick to the rib cage of the imaginary opponet. The size of the fighter was Tento's body as a point of reference.

This was what he as he twisted his hips to the left, throwing a swinging kick to the rib cage of the imaginary opponent. The size of the fighter was Tento's body as a point of reference.

The image in Tento's mind moved in response to him. Using the experience and creativity in Tento's mind to create a shadow for Tento mentally. The figure step to their side, turning their body in a horse stance pushing their front towards the incoming kick from Tento. The figure crossed box of their arms, closing their forearm to their cross section in order to block the kick. The figure would then thrust out their forearm from their side, throwing out a lance like close fist jab strike to the chest.

In response to this mental response, Tento then physically.began sliding back his left leg and leaning his upper body back just out of the reach of the full arm strike that would be the same length of Tento's arms.

In response to this mental response, Tento then physically.began sliding back his left leg and leaning his upper body back just out of the reach of the full arm strike that would be the same length of Tento's arms.

In a strong forceful strike Tento would then slide his forearm forearm from his chest to the outside of his body, knocking away the extended punch while leaning his body back forward into a forward upward stance before stepping forward two steps. In these steps Tento would throw out a furry of three quick close fisted punches in close proximity of his imaginative opponent. The figure at the blows but soon responded.

The figure grapple Tento, grabbing him by his shoulders by using the fabric of his clothe Shino Academy robe top. After which the figure threw out a shrp left knee strike to the gut. In a realistic desperate response of a defense to this Tento would use his two free arms to lower his hands down by the point of impact. Holding both of his hands out towards the imaginative attack with his open palms in an attempt to brace and absorb the blow.

An upper strike would follow. Using his left hand Tento would jump forward, throwing up an open palm tiger strike to the chin. The attack connected and Tento gripped the target's chin placing a hold of his own. Tento then would throw out a low kick aiming at the inner side of the right knee an attac that would cause a person to lose their balance most likely. The imaginative figure would still be holding onto Tento but that would not matter. For it would be simple hypothetically at least for Tento to slam a person's head down as the both of their bodys fell if this was a real situation and not a combat simulation in his mind.

In his mind the body laid on the ground flat on their back. The blow powerful and precise not wasting any energy. If there were a real person they would surely be out cold, hopefully at least. If not it would not matter because Tento would have continued to hold his iron grip on their chin to press their face down to the ground. In addition to this he would have got on top of them in a half mount straddle and probably delivered one handed punches as he used on the other to hold them down. But that was not the case here, there was no other person that Tento was fighting. It was just him and his mind creating an image and his physical body that he used to respond with physical moves to what developed in Tento's brain.

That was what he did. Most of his time at Shino Academy. He studied in class, he read and reviewed class notes, pieces of information, advice, and he trained his body and mind. Against other students and as well alone. That was his day, his average day, every day since the day that Tento found himself in the soul society and a recruit of the Gotei 13 preparing at the Shino Academy.

Everyday was like any average day, he got up, ate, got dressed, went to classes, trained, and tried to improve. It felt like a very similar way of life to what he had in the world of the living. Sure, he was training for combat specifically, and not out of a hobby. And sure he was not doing his old job of a designer making products and devices to better people's lives, resolve consumer desires and needs, or environmental and community issues. But it was something. Now that he thought about it, maybe he could do something like that here? There had to be technology here, and thus technology and product development. But what kind of problems would come up in the regular day lives of the souls here??

But any way, that was no here nor there. Because for now he would train his body and mind, for now and pass the day of his graduation. He would try to find his place in the after life. A tall task to resolve indeed. But at least he had who he was. He knew his identity and sense of self so he could take pride and self respect in himself. Hold his head up high with confidence as well. Tento would watch his fellow student members of Shino academy start their days out, whether they were freshmen and women just starting their journey or the Seniors whom were busy studying for the final exams. He would gain experience from them, knowledge, and hopefully learn and improve techniques. And with luck, create many good memories here and a foundation for the rest of his time here, for however long it may be...

With what information he had, Tento thought about it and believed that being a Shinigami would be good. He would have power, a sense of purpose, and hopefully do a lot of good. However, that was a long long way for now. And for one, Tento had to make allies and friends, that would help in his goal of improving his mind and strength as well as completing his duty. The way to do that was to start meeting and greeting people. Like Hanako. Sure, she was a distant person and rough around the edges. Her reputations did not help either with others feeling towards her, but she was strong. And she had been here much longer than Tento. With the few times of interaction with her, Tento felt that he had gained. She was pushing him and he hoped that they could develop a friendship and continue to grow.

But for today and the last few day she would not have Hanajko to push him. Due to the tense and just plain bad interaction between the two of them, it would be wise, as well as productive to Tento's own safety and well being if he gave Hanako a little space for awhile to cool off her mind.

So today, Tento was stuck with doing his mental training, physically moving his body by himself and attempting to sharping his moves and possible reactions. His body was on the ground knelt, his fist pressed against the ground as his body sat on the wood training floor after his workout. He breathed, smooth breaths coming in and out of his body. He sighed, the release of tension power, and exertion within him feeling nice.

He was finished for now and probably should clean up. This was a shared space after all and given that, he should make the location presentable and clean in case someone else wanted to train and it'd be awfully rude of him if he were to keep it like this and just leave. Standing up and rolling up his sleeves, Tento went to work. Walking over to a closet door, he placed his hand over the handle door before sliding it to the side. The open door revealed the simple compact storage room that held everything one would need to clean up any possible mess that could come up in the room. Dirt, sweat, vomit....blood. The whole shebang. Reaching in Tento took out a sweeping broom as well as a mop. He needed to make sure to get the sweat off the flower before sweeping the dirt and dust and what other debris that built up in the room.

"Alright then".

With his items out Tento went to work and started the clean up. The first step of that was himself. He was sweaty and if he did not wipe himself down a little, he would just be dripping water onto the floor. Because of this he would have to take care of himself before he did anything else. As a result, the young man removed the top of his Shino academy uniform.

Removing his arms for the sleeves of the blue and white uniform, Tento rolled his shoulders loose and let the uniform top drop off of his body and hang around his waist. After this Tento would take a short few steps back towards where he was earlier in the room to pick up his workout towel. It was blue, his favorite color. The soft towel was then used to collect his sweat as Tento first put the cloth in both of his hands before pressing it against his face. A dab here a dab there, and with a sigh Tento wiped the clothe up finishing the collection on his face. He would then take his time wiping his arms down before finishing up with wiping his chest down, After that was done he would then extend the clothe behind him and using both hands in a pulling fashion up and down he would do his back as well as best as he could.