Hanako smiled her crooked smile and waved her hand in a vague gesture.
"I just need to get the hang of it, that's all." Hanako said evasively. She knew Yoshitsune was working hard as well and she didn't want to complain in her first month as Lieutenant.
The Captain went ahead and explained what he wanted to do with Hanako. It was true, that Bakumusha himself was a good teacher. She visited him often and he did what he could. But explanations often fell short because of his lack of words. His ability to speak seemed to be directly connected to her ability to remember. That much he had been able to tell her. So in the moment when Hanako could remember her name, her true name, he regained enough of it, to tell her his name.
It hadn't been that long ago and training the Shikai wasn't something she could just do as she pleased. After all, one still needed permission to release a Zanpakuto inside the Seireitei.
When Yoshitsune was finished she simply nodded, to show she had understood, but said nothing. For a heartbeat her focus went inside. This was no real fight, it was still a colleague, a friend and her Captain that stood there. When her concerns washed through her mind like ripples on the surface of a pond she felt a heavy armored hand gently placed on her shoulder. A sign of support, from her partner, the part of herself that resided inside the steel.
With a slow motion she drew her Zanpakuto. When she moved it in a wide and elegant arch over her head to her right side the polished blade caught the light and for a brief moment it was as if the sword was ablaze.
Habako held the sword in her outstretched arm to her side, edge down.
"Live...Bakumusha." she said quiet, but with a determination as strong as old tree roots.
Instantly the hilt of the sword began to glow. Tendrils of light crept over the blade, grew around it. One tendril crawled over Hanako's arm, crossed her back and encompassed her left arm completely. It all went fast, very fast, and just a moment later the light faded.
Now Hanako wasn't holding a Katana anymore, but a big curved blade, almost as long as her bearer was high. It seemed to consist of tightly interwoven roots. Only the cutting edge, that curved back over the handle and closed with the pommel, was of shining steel. From the pommel, loosely wrapped around Hanako's right arm, came a chain. It went behind her back and connected with an old-style sleeve of Samurai armor, made from dark red hardwood.
"May I introduce…" said Hanako, as she grabbed the sword with both hands. Her words were no mockery, she was totally serious.
"This is my partner: Bakumusha."
After that she briefly vanished, flashstepped a short distance forward, and then immediately lunged, performing a strong, diagonal slash. It was no spectacular beginning...but Hanako didn't want to show everything right from the start. Who knew, maybe she would even be able to surprise her captain.
Coding Altered From: [The Frost]