501st
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 27, 2015
It was inevitable in a place such as Soul Society -- desperate struggles were had, blood was shed, and people got hurt. This applied even to the captains, the foremost combatants of Soul Society, and it seemed to apply -- with distressing regularity -- to Toshiro Hitsugaya.
Perhaps it was a function of age or relative inexperience, or perhaps just because he couldn't control his Bankai perfectly, but he did tend to get injured a lot. And so once again he was waking up in Squad 4's medical facilities.
The rank of captain afforded him his own room, and he awoke to sunbeams and soft sheets. There was also a dull ache in his hip and a yawning void where his reiatsu should have been. It would come back -- he had just overdone it, was all.
He pushed himself up into a sitting position, sheets falling to reveal the impressively developed musculature, marred only by the bandages wrapped around his lower abdomen. He gripped his head and muttered something low under his breath.
"... need to get out of here," he said, and moved to do just that.
Perhaps it was a function of age or relative inexperience, or perhaps just because he couldn't control his Bankai perfectly, but he did tend to get injured a lot. And so once again he was waking up in Squad 4's medical facilities.
The rank of captain afforded him his own room, and he awoke to sunbeams and soft sheets. There was also a dull ache in his hip and a yawning void where his reiatsu should have been. It would come back -- he had just overdone it, was all.
He pushed himself up into a sitting position, sheets falling to reveal the impressively developed musculature, marred only by the bandages wrapped around his lower abdomen. He gripped his head and muttered something low under his breath.
"... need to get out of here," he said, and moved to do just that.