((OOC: This thread has a storyline that happened about 3 months before Captain Byakuya went to the real world, when Ulquiorra kidnapped Yuki.))
She felt bored, it was as simple as that. After graduating from the academy, Hasegawa had been eager to join the squad of Captain Hitsugaya but to her dismay then she had barely even managed to catch a glimpse of her captain ever since she had started here. Certainly he had talked a little with her the first day, but she had to remember that he was a captain after all and didn't have much time for low ranks like Tsubaki was. So now she found herself in the situation of almost always training alone. It wasn't though as if she was alone in this division... the problem was that she couldn't really get along with anyone here. No matter how much time passed, she never seemed to fit in anywhere in Soul Society. But what was bothering her the most though, was not remembering her first days in this world. She had woken up at a hospital with no memory at all of what had happened to her, not even remembering her own death. So was it any wonder that she felt a little lonely and angry even every day as she struggled to remember just how long she had been here and just how she had gotten here? It was frustrating to say the least to have to deal with the blow of someone telling her that she was but mere -ghost- in some Soul Society place. At first she had simply refused to believe, but then again... why would all the people she encountered here lie to her? Plus then there was this thing about those shinigamis.
So the blue haired girl had wandered around aimlessly for a few weeks, always felt though drawn towards that place where the captains and shinigamis lived and trained. It was as if perhaps it could help her memory if she would go there, and so she did. She hadn't forgotten anything about her previous fighting skills, although being surprised as she realized that she had become more skillful than in her previous life. I must have trained here also .. And she was glad for that, since her skills helped her make it into the academy and then to graduate. She had always had her eyes set on the X division. Perhaps because she liked that cold and short captain that was over it. He never seemed to smile, but she had seen his softer side a few times and was certain she could be happy in his squad. It might be worth mentioning also that when joining the life of a shinigami, a wealthy and noble family had adopted her in acknowledgment of her skills. But to that story later on.
Ever since she had learned the name of her Zanpakuto and ever since she had been accepted into the X division, something had started to haunt her. She had nightmares where a shadow stood over her with his sword drawn, a male's voice spoke to her that she didn't recognize. Sometimes that shadow's face almost came to view but all she could see were brown, mesmerizing eyes that had looked coldly and judgmentally at her. It was starting to happen more frequently now, making the young shinigami pale with dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep.
And so, this day she found herself yet again at the training field. She had been trying to practice kidou use but the lack of sleep and concentration were not helping the blue haired shinigami as she cursed silently after failing yet again. "Hadou 31, Shakkahou!" Crying out the words, she braced herself. Digging her feet into the ground, holding her arm stretched out and concentrating on shooting at a rock that stood in front of her. She bit her teeth together as the energy started gathering from her body and into her hand, and to her dismay she felt the dizziness take over her mind again. The red light that was starting to gather perfectly into a ball at the palm of her hand started to become bigger and bigger until with a loud blast it exploded in the hand of Hasegawa, making her fly backwards with a yell and fall on her back on the ground.
"Damn it damn it DAMN IT!" Tears of frustration and pain started gathering in her blue eyes as Hasegawa pounded her fist on the ground. She was aching all over, her head felt like it was splitting in two and this was already her 6th try with the kidou. At first she hadn't managed to even make the energy take the form of a ball before it faded, but the next 5 times had all ended the same, causing her to fly in all directions. She sat up, groaning out as her body protested. Why must I be haunted like this.. why can't I just get my memories back and find out who that man is that tortures me every night in my sleep? She hugged her knees to herself, clenching her fists so hard that her nails pierced the skin in her palms. Never had she felt so utterly defeated. She had always held her head high, never loosing, never needed anyone to help her. But now... now she felt as if she couldn't even breathe anymore.
Straightening her back, wiping angrily the tears away from her eyes, Hasegawa stood once again. Her legs shook slightly as she examined her once black shinigami robes that had turned almost brown from dirt on the ground and small holes were here and there. She tried to brush most of the dirt away, flinching as her hand brushed over a cut on her right arm. Ugh this is just great.. She paused, lifting her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. The sunlight warmed her face, shimmering through her blue hair as she stood still, trying to gather the physical and mental strength to keep going.
She felt bored, it was as simple as that. After graduating from the academy, Hasegawa had been eager to join the squad of Captain Hitsugaya but to her dismay then she had barely even managed to catch a glimpse of her captain ever since she had started here. Certainly he had talked a little with her the first day, but she had to remember that he was a captain after all and didn't have much time for low ranks like Tsubaki was. So now she found herself in the situation of almost always training alone. It wasn't though as if she was alone in this division... the problem was that she couldn't really get along with anyone here. No matter how much time passed, she never seemed to fit in anywhere in Soul Society. But what was bothering her the most though, was not remembering her first days in this world. She had woken up at a hospital with no memory at all of what had happened to her, not even remembering her own death. So was it any wonder that she felt a little lonely and angry even every day as she struggled to remember just how long she had been here and just how she had gotten here? It was frustrating to say the least to have to deal with the blow of someone telling her that she was but mere -ghost- in some Soul Society place. At first she had simply refused to believe, but then again... why would all the people she encountered here lie to her? Plus then there was this thing about those shinigamis.
So the blue haired girl had wandered around aimlessly for a few weeks, always felt though drawn towards that place where the captains and shinigamis lived and trained. It was as if perhaps it could help her memory if she would go there, and so she did. She hadn't forgotten anything about her previous fighting skills, although being surprised as she realized that she had become more skillful than in her previous life. I must have trained here also .. And she was glad for that, since her skills helped her make it into the academy and then to graduate. She had always had her eyes set on the X division. Perhaps because she liked that cold and short captain that was over it. He never seemed to smile, but she had seen his softer side a few times and was certain she could be happy in his squad. It might be worth mentioning also that when joining the life of a shinigami, a wealthy and noble family had adopted her in acknowledgment of her skills. But to that story later on.
Ever since she had learned the name of her Zanpakuto and ever since she had been accepted into the X division, something had started to haunt her. She had nightmares where a shadow stood over her with his sword drawn, a male's voice spoke to her that she didn't recognize. Sometimes that shadow's face almost came to view but all she could see were brown, mesmerizing eyes that had looked coldly and judgmentally at her. It was starting to happen more frequently now, making the young shinigami pale with dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep.
And so, this day she found herself yet again at the training field. She had been trying to practice kidou use but the lack of sleep and concentration were not helping the blue haired shinigami as she cursed silently after failing yet again. "Hadou 31, Shakkahou!" Crying out the words, she braced herself. Digging her feet into the ground, holding her arm stretched out and concentrating on shooting at a rock that stood in front of her. She bit her teeth together as the energy started gathering from her body and into her hand, and to her dismay she felt the dizziness take over her mind again. The red light that was starting to gather perfectly into a ball at the palm of her hand started to become bigger and bigger until with a loud blast it exploded in the hand of Hasegawa, making her fly backwards with a yell and fall on her back on the ground.
"Damn it damn it DAMN IT!" Tears of frustration and pain started gathering in her blue eyes as Hasegawa pounded her fist on the ground. She was aching all over, her head felt like it was splitting in two and this was already her 6th try with the kidou. At first she hadn't managed to even make the energy take the form of a ball before it faded, but the next 5 times had all ended the same, causing her to fly in all directions. She sat up, groaning out as her body protested. Why must I be haunted like this.. why can't I just get my memories back and find out who that man is that tortures me every night in my sleep? She hugged her knees to herself, clenching her fists so hard that her nails pierced the skin in her palms. Never had she felt so utterly defeated. She had always held her head high, never loosing, never needed anyone to help her. But now... now she felt as if she couldn't even breathe anymore.
Straightening her back, wiping angrily the tears away from her eyes, Hasegawa stood once again. Her legs shook slightly as she examined her once black shinigami robes that had turned almost brown from dirt on the ground and small holes were here and there. She tried to brush most of the dirt away, flinching as her hand brushed over a cut on her right arm. Ugh this is just great.. She paused, lifting her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. The sunlight warmed her face, shimmering through her blue hair as she stood still, trying to gather the physical and mental strength to keep going.
- Spoiler:
- Hadou 31~ Cost: 150 Sp
Shakkahou - Artillería Carmesí
This is a mid-level hadou attack that can be prepared quickly. It forms a strong red ball in the caster's hands to provide a blast of power. This attack hits with the force of 300 Sp.