The Fourth Division training field was always bustling with activity, whether it was raw recruits first learning how to swing their Asauchi or the seasoned veterans, polishing and refining their connections to the weapons that were their very soul.
Now, more than ever, that training and refinement was of utmost importance. With all of the threats cropping up on Earth after Desmond Hayden's fall, the Captain Commander had put the entire Gotei on high alert, which meant the rank and file of the Fourth Division had to be ready to deploy at any moment. Both from a viewpoint of military power and morale, everyone needed to be working to develop their full potential.
That, of course, included Laskt himself in his position of Third Seat. Unfortunately, his assigned training had been the one thing that he had been purposely avoiding: contacting his Zanpaktou Spirit now that he had re-achieved his Shikai state. The knight had tried to explain to his Captain that such affair was not only pointless but also extremely dangerous, but Yoshitsune had simply brushed aside his excuses.
This all resulted in a rather annoyed Laskt meditating in the middle of the training yard, with Junkyomaru in his lap, as the Vizard delicately prodded at the reclusive spirit. He could definitely feel something, a mere scrap of the bond he had once possessed with the representation of his soul. The connection he had gained after reclaiming the blade's name told him that Junkyomaru was alive and, surprisingly well. However, no matter how hard he tried, he simply could not make a solid contact: it was as if Junkyomaru simply did not exist. It seemed that if he truly wanted to locate his spirit, he would have to take another journey to his Inner World.
With a shake of his head and a sigh, Laskt came back to himself, rising to his feat and sheathing the weapon at his waist. He had at least made a good attempt at a connection and that was more than he had done in a while. For now, he needed to focus on gaining enough strength and power to make a journey into his Inner World not be completely suicidal. And the only way Laskt knew how to do that was through hard work and sparring, two things he was very eager for after a morning of failure.
The Vizard was just about to look for Hanako or Yoshitsune himself when a stranger wandered onto the training ground, outputting enough power to make Laskt look over curiously. The tattooed man had the graceful gait of a trained fighter, and the strange knife at his build signified that he had evolved his Asauchi. Interesting."Greetings."
The knight would call out, walking over to the newcomer. "I am Laskt Matiche, Zird Seat of zis Division. Do you have formal business here or are you seeking to test your abilities?"