Characters: Ganju, Hanatarou When: October 3, 2009 Where: Academy Training Grounds Rating: PG Summary: Ganju agrees to teach the pipsqueak how to fight like a man.
Yamada Hanatarou was late. He didn't know if it could still count as a proper zanpakuto while completely empty of its spirit, but the empty blade was left behind regardless. He ran, darting from one walkway and passage to the next along the back supply routes in hopes he wouldn't be spotted and asked to run just one more forgotten errand, it wouldn't take long, really. One here and there certainly didn't, but Hanatarou was learning that saying yes once made it harder to say no later in certain cases
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"Eh? Oh, there you are!" The gruff look vanished to be replaced by a friendly and toothy grin that may or may not still have managed to frighten small children just the same. "Don't worry 'bout it, you ain't that late." Still, he was pleased enough to meet up with one of the few friends he actually knew in Soul Society, and he wasn't about to start lecturing a ranked officer on matters of tardiness. It just wasn't his place, and besides, Hanatarou didn't need to fret and worry and wind up distracting himself once they got started
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A question direct and blunt enough Hanatarou flinched. He tried for a smile despite it, a blustery little thing that wavered on his face. "I need to improve my skills." It was a bare thread of truth, just close enough he could say it without feeling it was a lie, but far enough away it still felt awkward and incomplete even to himself. A reason, but not the real one. Hanatarou looked off to the side and hugged his arms against his chest as though to brace against the slight chill in the air even though he was still warm from running so hard.
"I don't want to feel helpless like that again." His gaze flicked back over to Ganju and Hanatarou forced himself to hold his arms at his sides even if his hands still curled into frustrated fists. "People could have been hurt and I couldn't help them. I can't let that happen again."
Ganju listened, holding his peace for several silent moments until he was sure that Hanatarou had finished. Satisfied, he grunted. "Well ya got the heart for it. Mebbe not the muscles, but they ain't always gonna be the best help ya got
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He almost went cross-eyed for a moment peering up at Ganju's finger and then back up at his face. "Just keeping myself and those I'm responsible for alive until the fight is over would be enough," Hanatarou said in a low voice that was almost a mumble. He made himself straighten up and speak clearly. If Ganju were going to use time he could have spent elsewhere in studies or simple relaxation, Hanatarou was determined it wasn't going to be a waste. "It's not about pride or ego
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"I don't want to feel helpless like that again." His gaze flicked back over to Ganju and Hanatarou forced himself to hold his arms at his sides even if his hands still curled into frustrated fists. "People could have been hurt and I couldn't help them. I can't let that happen again."
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