[Spirit Class 9 | Hazard E] Junko Takeuchi

Born to a young man and his mistress, Junko Takeuchi was brought into the world with very little to her name. As a Takeuchi, the Rukongai was almost something to take pride in. Her father, Jun Takeuchi, was a man with what could only be described as a varied reputation. That very notion is what led Junko down the path that she was unfortunately destined for.

Soon after birth, despite being a relatively healthy and happy child, Junko was granted nothing but a singular outcome from birth. A leash, some would say. To her, it was nothing short of indentured servitude. Jun had spent his time ravaging the Rukongai doing as he pleased despite the efforts to keep him under wraps. Even before him, the Takeuchi clan in name was something that was only ever spoken of from a poor light. Known only as your average problem maker scaled to a thousand, the clan had left quite the mark for the Gotei to keep track of. With that came Junko's own punishment as the next of kin.

Not even three years into her time in the Rukongai, Junko was effectively apprehended as collateral by the Gotei Thirteen. In accordance with keeping both her father and in the case of her potential uprising later on in life, herself, under control, the little girl would soon rather be leashed than let grow day by day by the Gotei. Of course, what was there for a child to do in the midst of so many adults? Learn.

As a dog tied to the First Division since her time started in the Gotei, Junko was taught to work the menial and excessively simple jobs that came with the Administrative Offices. Taught to be more a lap dog than Shinigami, she learned very little past the basics required to be considered a full fledged Shinigami in her time with the First.

Early on, the girl was assigned both an Asauchi and an unseated member's uniform. Aside from her tasks as an Administrative Assistant, many nights were filled with the basic training and understanding of what it meant to be a Shinigami. Whether it were basic Hakuda, Kido or Zanjutsu prep, Junko spent night and day learning to be a good girl. A good girl in the eyes of the Gotei Thirteen. This would, whether for better or for worse, leave her growth as both a Shinigami and a person stunted. Both socially and spiritually, Junko was considered average at best, something the Takeuchi clan was very rarely met with in their offspring.

In the interim between her time learning and becoming a full-fledged unseated member of the First, Junko was capable of at the very least doing something on her own on the path to progression. Her Asauchi, now having taken shape as a simple wakizashi embroidered with a thing red thread to the edge of its hilt, was now awakened. Awakened was barely passing, but awakened nonetheless. Going by the name Keizan, there was very little to the spirit's blob-like appearance. Both its inner world and shape took the form of what Junko could only explain as empty. A void of nothing, without substance and color. Despite that, a win was a win in her book. Better out than in, after all.

The years went on and Junko found herself easing into her position as a lapdog well. From the transition from the Gotei Thirteen to Gotei United to her time seeing the Captain Commander position switch hands, it seemed that Junko could do nothing but watch. As the leashed dog of the Gotei United, it was in her best interest to continue her diligent work as expected of her. That was until she truly came to meet her new Captain Commander, Murasaki. Even though it was quite a short time between her ascending to the position, not barely more than a year, Junko couldn't lie. What little she knew of Murasaki and her time spent with her, she wasn't just impressed, she was near infatuated. Familial love was something that, obviously, Junko was never afforded. Murasaki was different, something she strove to be. An older sister, even if entirely onesided.

In present day, whether it be the short and few interactions she has with the likes of Erica or Murasaki or the lectures that would come with the ripened and aged Lyza, Junko simply worked. She worked and worked and worked, hoping for a day that she would find herself a free girl. Not something burdened by the Takeuchi name, rather, something she could earn all on her own. A future.