He detected the coming of someone as he leaned his head back a bit. He looked at the female who'd arrived. She was interesting and different from any in his homeland. She held a certain grace and curiosity that wasn't found at home. It had long since been proven in their homeland curiosity had a way of killing people. But regardless she had come and asked a question of him. "I am Tatsuya Oda, as for my confusion it's hard to explain."
He said itching as his head softly thinking for a moment before lowering his hand. "I had a really good friend and the person I helped train when he was young. He lost his way and fell to a point that I wonder if I can make amends for him. Sometimes everyone needs a little bit of help..sorry I am rambling on, that's very rude of me."
He said stopping himself from continuing his old man rambling. Tatsuya got up and politely bowed to the woman showing his manners. He was a guest in these lands and it was prudent to not be disrespectful to anyone. The A.I that was with him vanished into his head before he smiled somewhat sadly.
Was this his guide was the main question, he rubbed his chin thinking. Before a voice chimed in and a beautiful woman appeared coming from behind him. She wore a blue dress and had lovely features. But an unnatural heat came from her body as she stood to put her arms on either side of him. Tatsu, just ask her if it's still troubling you..She seem's like a lovely young lady.
Tatsuya's zanpakuto had manifested herself to speak plainly to her wielder for a moment and show her ankle long auburn hair and appearance. " This is my zanpakuto, Amateratsu. What she is not so delicately trying to ask is what is your impression of the Unabara Clan?"
It didn't matter if she said she had none. But he was interested in finding the public opinion and organization view. How had many hopes and such Tsubasa betrayed in everything? Had he truly crossed a line that no amount of amends would make up for?
The question was did he fight this situation for the pupil who lost the will to fight? Tsubasa had lost the will to do anything even live to an extent. Had he not handled it he was certain Tsubasa would have committed seppuku. Which was entirely unnecessary from what he could tell the damage wasn't endless. He needed to also meet those who sat within the ranks of the clan. But for now, he needed to await being accepted into the Seireitei properly. The woman turned into a whisper of air before returning into his sword. He sighed patting his zanpakuto, she was a better talker than he was. Talking just wasn't one of Tatsuya's strengths. Charismatic and all that stuff was for others. He knew people who could sell ice to Eskimos if you'd forgive the poor pun. He just wasn't that guy, he could only let his actions speak for him. His scars ached though not Damien's which meant it was going to be a long period. Some people's joints hurt before the rain, for Tatsuya, it was his scars. Each one seemed to ache on different occasions.
They didn't qualify as senses or even alerts as they could take years to even work in that case. Tatsuya looked at her offering his normal smile as he sort of wished Sachiko was here at this point. He was terrible at small talk and that sort of stuff in general.