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This was one fo those jobs that yes he did do occasionally. Tsubasa didn't do well with younger children. His childhood was a mess of ideas and conflicting backgrounds. He walked in being tasked with teaching the youth about the way of Zanjutsu. Tsubasa took up a small wooden kendo stick for this and began his discussion. "Zanjutsu is an art form like many of our peoples. It's practice of wielding your sword to highly proficient levels. "
He said as he handed the kendo stick off giving his head a slight shake. He didn't need it and would do more harm than good. He stood and moved around a bit as he ate some pocky sticks. "You see, when you swing your blade you must carve a path. You must find the answer within you to the ambition of heart."
He put his finger against the chest of a kid as he raised his sword up to high smiling he patted him gently."Understand you all have tremendous potential to become someone. Anyone can become a hero or an Ichigo Kurosaki with hard work and dedication. "
He said not bothering to mention himself as he found enjoyment in this. It was like the old days where he would train his children. Tsubasa may have taken the job here for now. But as Veteran other things needed to be done to prepare. His clan didn't have a place to settle for a massive amount. This wasn't going to be an overnight process as he smiled and avoided their blows. Redirecting them into one another and helping them up. "Potential is the key word, everyone here has it in something. Something that's special that makes you different from the person next to you. You're not just generic Shinigami here to learn things, you are people. Living breathing beings with the potential to become someone."
Tsubasa's mind was conflicted on something, something he wasn't sure on. Should he join the Monsuta and better them? Or perhaps the Gotei needed him with them. Would Ibiki ever forgive him for it as he touched his device now?
He'd gotten permission to make a factory within the Research Division as well. Building Dolls now was going to be easier and allow for greater advancements. Tsubasa needed to develop and do more for this place before he could safely leave. He smiled watching the last one swing his sword at him. Good power and not too bad for his age in the swing. He stopped it with his finger blocking it."Keep in mind, I am nothing special at all. Find your ambition and success will come when you have motivation. Alright, class dismissed to go on to your next one."
Tsubasa said softly before closing his eyes and releasing the blade. He patted the boy's shoulder before sending him off as he walked outside. Using a shunpo his position changed as he found a field of flowers. Falling over backward into it Tsubasa's frame laid there. Staring upwards into the sky he exhaled a sigh from his lips. Still chewing on the pocky stick a student gave him. This was his home and maybe things weren't always bright.
But this was home and he didn't belong sticking his nose into the Living World. The Unabara Clan could certainly do that and it was partly their job to do so. They were assassins with a contract that was open for business. Progress wasn't something that came about easily for anyone. He understood why his former Father in law did this stuff now. It was relaxing to remain off here. Tsubasa didn't intend to get involved much further with things. He agreed to lecture the Zanjutsu class and give some advice. The kids were nice and good kids from what he saw. The potential was what they had to be something more than just the average person. He couldn't train every single Division member. That just wasn't something he was capable of. Elitism was a problem in this world still. Ibiki was in process of changing things, so perhaps he should begin there. His greatest failure perhaps should be the beginning of things. Tsubasa leaned his head back as he pondered how ready they were.
He was restless unlike his father in law who could rest so easily. Shunsui was weird to have as such a relative. Tsubasa could have left behind his name and became a Kyoraku. But that wasn't the way things were done even his brother married well. Unabara, they were once warriors who fought. This world had changed without him noticing he guessed. The age of the sword was passing. Soon men and women's place on the battlefield would too. Tsubasa could only sigh at such a pitiful thought. Warriors left that he could study from were so limited. He had a singular project left that he could do. Something that the Research and Training could meet in the middle. But as a Veteran, he could only accomplish so much. Zeda was in charge of that place and all he could do was move things. Training and giving advice on somethings. It was certainly a strange way to live. Their duties were limited at best as a Veteran. Though it was a step up from the Zero Division he guessed. Working in that place where time was so strange.
Protecting a being who did little but remain behind the shadows of this world. The age Musashi lived in had passed and it seemed like Tsubasa's would as well. Someday warriors like he may be needed again. So the goal was to remain back. Avoid overextending and doing anything reckless. Tsubasa couldn't do much else at this point, instructing those here would eat some time up. Building his idea into a blueprint would devour another portion. How to do this was the main question, as he wasn't sure about it. Izanami had run designs and began designing the structure. He'd asked her to do it in back processes for now as there was no need to rush.