Summer is Gone, Winter is Here [Fuuen, Makoto]

"I suppose I will need to put away the Yuudachi for a while. It is my understanding that when properly developed, it should be entirely natural for the shinigami to use, yes? My chief concern will cease to be a problem in time."

Fuuen was fully aware that to have such purpose and general aim in his life was rather abnormal for himself, given the past centuries, but he also acknowledged that he had turned into something far more than a mere wandering vagrant lacking in memory. It would be quite sickening if he continued to lack any ambition, wouldn't it?

"If I find further roadblocks in my progress, may I come to you once more? I would not wish to interfere in any of your other work."

It was simply polite to ask that sort of thing, even if she was a teacher.

Well, she was quite pleased by his outlook and approach. To view the zankensoki as a whole school rather than an individual set of four. All four came together to complete the whole. It made sense like that, and Makoto did often feel a twang of disappointment when her students would commit to only one or two. Neglecting the others. That former vice-captain was wise beyond his macho and loud acting.

"You, are correct. The zanpakuto can change ot suit its user's preferences, its length, size and weight will gradually attune to your preferences. You can request my aid as you require, as long as it does not impact my duties as a vice-captain."

Makoto said and gave him a nod, looking back down at the papers in her grasp before heading past him. A little hopeful that he would keep that dedication to pursuing the pathway of a shinigami over focus into one or two. It was hard, she knew that.