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| Seijuku | Oct 9 2008, 05:23 PM Post #1 |
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The sunset was fastly approaching and the day was drawing near its end. One house had not been touched in some time. No dust was found, it seemed like it was recently put up for sale. However this home does belong to someone. Hajime, the old samurai appeared in front of his door and smiled. 'It's been far too long . . . once more I relive a lot of memories . . .' Memories did indeed fill his mind, the time when he first entired the Gotei 13, the times where Kane was in danger, the time where he placed his live and devoted himself to his training. This house had become his haven in the Soul Society and will continue shelter him in his future days . . . if he had them. Hajime walked in and took in the scents of his home. Minutes passed, he changed out of his tatered equipment and put on a new set of clothes. He started with the base white hakama that lied under the normal shinigami outfit. His clothes had always been padded and laced with chainmail to offer more protection. As he sat down, he poured himself one cup of warm sake that he kept in the back. A private drink to cleanse the body before battle. Truly a samurai in every way. Since achieving bankai, his right arm had felt quite lighter almost as if a power was revealing stress on his long injuried arm. However in battle, this would not be good in terms of balance. Taking a long sip from his cup, he decided to cut the sleeve from his shirt. The chainmail was a lot lighter. Thinking, Hajime went to the back, double layered his exposed body part with chainmail. Still not enough. His eyes then fell upon a samurai armor set that kept in his room. The main part being the right arm. Taking the shoulder plates and gauntlet, he placed them on his body and finally, he felt balance. 'It's been even longer since I wore armor . . .' The sunset had come. It was time to meet up with his friends. Dressing himself completely and tying his hair back in high pony tail. Taking Okami in his hands, he took another breath. "Kane . . . here I come . . . Ikkuzo, Ookami!!" With that, he held the hilt of his zanpaku-to and used shunpo to go back to the Sokyuku Hill. [size=1]* He said "Let's go, Okami" in japanese.[/size]
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