Artist: Blue Stahli - Song: Takedown (Instrumental) - Word Count:
It was a certifiable poopfest. Going on a Hollow hunt, only to be torn open and nearly killed. It certainly wasn't on one Asuma Nakahara's bucket list of things to do that day. For Christ's sake, he knew the damn things weren't to take easy, but he never imagined they'd be that strong. He barely managed to get out of there alive, when someone happened to be there to drag him away and nurse him back to health somewhere in the Human world. Speaking of which, who the hell brings some random stranger to their house, especially when that random stranger has a sword on his person? Weird.
Though Asuma's physical injuries were somewhat healed by the time he reached the Soul Society, he found himself in a hell
of a crippling depression for the next two weeks thereafter. At best, he went to work and kept away from Hollow hunting, though he never really enjoyed the idea of paperwork. At worst, he couldn't even get out of bed in the morning to take a piss. Irregardless of how bad or good it was, Asuma was one hot mess. It wasn't until he stared in the mirror of a bathroom that he realized just how shitty he looked one night, and thought about something he was told while at the Academy. "There are two main forms to a Zanpakutō: Shikai and Bankai."
Sure, Asuma knew what those were, but he didn't think that he'd actually need to attain it for his life. Up until now, all he had been doing was office work, and the hunting missions he did go on had relatively weak Hollows in them, so there wasn't that much of a desire there to get stronger. To be frank, it was rather idiotic to underestimate the damn creatures, but he couldn't help it considering what he had been going up against at the time. He had never been too much of an avid fighter either, and the only time he really trained was when somebody asked him to come with. In other words, Asuma was a lazy bastard, and he knew it, but he realized that he'd have to be less of a lazy bastard if he wanted to keep doing what he was doing.
In the ever so familiar swoosh
of Hoho, Asuma found himself inching closer to his destination. Along the way, he discovered a wound on the side of his thigh. Luckily, it wasn't deep enough to really screw with his intentions this day. He was in fact going to attain the Shikai, with the help of a Quincy of all people. It was weird, to say the least that he would be enlisting the help of one to train. It was known that Shinigami and Quincy had vastly different training styles, though he hoped that they wouldn't need to rely too much on that factor to get him.....bigger in the simplest sense. The only thing he knew about his sword was that it had a function that prevented anyone else from even touching it, but what good would that do him in a fight? Hopefully, this wouldn't crash and burn, and Asuma would get something out of this session.
Finally, he reached the location where he was to hone himself, and saw but one hooded man. This was it.
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