The day had gone by swimmingly if he'd say so himself, after a few days of that spar with one Hanako he had decided to rearrange his house and practice more on his shtoyle. God that Mark Zuckerberg episode on South Park was left in his head, and he made sound effects as he practiced a little in the almost-empty house. Barefooted, shirtless and with a pair of sweatpants, Amon Breach swung about his Asauchi with actual practice instead of reckless abandon. He figured out that his style of fighting was more aggressive and fast paced, while patience was better suited to anyone including him, Amon genuinely felt that a more offensive type of combat suites him better; and that was what bothered him lately.
Hanako taught Amon to be center and front to your opponent, to not make any extra moves while on the offensive and whatever else. Overall swordsmanship required a balance between offense and defense when needed, and be couldn't help but feel empty in some areas. However he couldn't shake off the feeling of needing to be more aggressive, mire assertive... He didn't have a katana like these people or a curved blade of any kind, instead he was stuck with a broad sword of all things. His sword wasn't too light either, and was perfect balanced between the blade and the scabbard. That was great, as it would help with even blows and keeping the sword more controlled versus a heavier end requiring better control.
As Amon continued to utilize his practice he delve more and more into focus on his craft that his energy flares just slightly, his form becoming more precise and his movements were more so akin to dance shuffling. Each attack was well placed to an imaginary figure as well as rebounding after every or so strike. Just as an almost green steam was starting to escape his Asauchi, Amon's focus was broke from a knock at his door- the focus was gone as well as the buildup he had collected from nearly two hours of work. He signed and wiped some sweat from his forehead, slipping on a shirt and composing himself.
Amon answered the door with a messenger greeting him, explaining that the newish Shinigami was needed at the Fourth Division. Shit. Amon thanked the woman and got dressed, nothing more than a pair of black shoes, blue jean shorts and a ain white t-shirt. While it wasn't anything formal it wasn't anything that would look rude either, Amon would rather wear this attire than a kimono for the life of him. Thank God he had a choices.
Making his way to the Fourth Division building Amon started poking around to find whoever has sent for him. He looked around until his attention got caught by the sound of some wood and wood action. Amon went out to the training yard where one individual was sat off to the side and two more were practicing using bokken on each other. He couldn't help but further notice the stray person sitting by themselves... They looked vaguely familiar... Oh!
Amon approached the stray man, someone he's seen once or twice in his time here at Soul Society. He cleared his throat and said, "So I'm to understand you have sent for me... Ehm... Sir?"