A clear blue sky, and a warm welcoming day, seemed like the idle life for the inhabitants of the soul society. Students from the academy trained with such earnest, while officers watched them. Other individuals just simply walked around the soul society as if they had nothing important to do. That just so happened to be the story for one person in particular. If one were to ask him what he was doing, he would have responded “Reflecting on my past decisions and life.” That person called himself Shino. The young male, he had to be at least 23 years old, stared lazily at his surrounds. The male was known for being very spacy.
Shino stood at an average 5’10. The young male has pale grey eyes that always appeared confused, but he is actually quite wise. Shino wore the standard soul society attire, a black two piece shirt and pant combo. The black color complimented his tanned skin quite well. He also wore simple sandals. Shino’s long jet black hair was pulled back into a neat pony tail, held by a simple white ribbon. His mother had given it to him before he had gone off to the academy. She had wished him good luck, and hoped that he would have made something out of himself. Unfortunately, that did not happen.
The young male let a quick sigh before taking hold on his sheath. Shino remembered the story as if it happened yesterday. He had gone through all the training in the academy, but did not get a placement. They were going to put him in the 4th division, the medical division, but he declined. Healing was not his ‘thing’. He had always been a close combat fighting, which made his presence useless in that division. At least he thought so anyway. The young male, took hold of the grip of his sword, and unsheathed it. The weapon he held was an average zanpakuto. He had yet to master or even touch bases on its full capabilities.
“One day, I’ll earn a higher ranking position in some division, and I will learn how to wield you” the male said in a calm soothing voice. What was the point of having a sword if you did not know how to use it to its fullest potential? Shino held the blade up in the air and stared at it. He had noticed that his sword was much shorter than the other academy students. At first it worried him, but soon he grew to like it. Plus, the zanpakuto seemed to fit him well. They fit so well that his zanpakuto had even told him its name. ‘Tonbo’ he thought with a soft smile. Tonbo, meaning dragonfly in Japanese, seemed perfect for the small weapon. A dragonfly was a small insect that showed that it could be strong and courageous too. The zanpakuto had to see something in his calm, quiet natural to have picked him. That’s something he had often questioned in his free time. Why me? Why give me such a meaningful zanpakuto?
Shino continued to stare at the blade, as if it would answer him. It could after all, but Tonbo did not seem like that type of zapakuto to do so.
Shino stood at an average 5’10. The young male has pale grey eyes that always appeared confused, but he is actually quite wise. Shino wore the standard soul society attire, a black two piece shirt and pant combo. The black color complimented his tanned skin quite well. He also wore simple sandals. Shino’s long jet black hair was pulled back into a neat pony tail, held by a simple white ribbon. His mother had given it to him before he had gone off to the academy. She had wished him good luck, and hoped that he would have made something out of himself. Unfortunately, that did not happen.
The young male let a quick sigh before taking hold on his sheath. Shino remembered the story as if it happened yesterday. He had gone through all the training in the academy, but did not get a placement. They were going to put him in the 4th division, the medical division, but he declined. Healing was not his ‘thing’. He had always been a close combat fighting, which made his presence useless in that division. At least he thought so anyway. The young male, took hold of the grip of his sword, and unsheathed it. The weapon he held was an average zanpakuto. He had yet to master or even touch bases on its full capabilities.
“One day, I’ll earn a higher ranking position in some division, and I will learn how to wield you” the male said in a calm soothing voice. What was the point of having a sword if you did not know how to use it to its fullest potential? Shino held the blade up in the air and stared at it. He had noticed that his sword was much shorter than the other academy students. At first it worried him, but soon he grew to like it. Plus, the zanpakuto seemed to fit him well. They fit so well that his zanpakuto had even told him its name. ‘Tonbo’ he thought with a soft smile. Tonbo, meaning dragonfly in Japanese, seemed perfect for the small weapon. A dragonfly was a small insect that showed that it could be strong and courageous too. The zanpakuto had to see something in his calm, quiet natural to have picked him. That’s something he had often questioned in his free time. Why me? Why give me such a meaningful zanpakuto?
Shino continued to stare at the blade, as if it would answer him. It could after all, but Tonbo did not seem like that type of zapakuto to do so.