Breathe in the Re-Living

⌠Stable≈Sensory⌡ With fast movements, the young Shinigami struck her target again and again. The training dummy taking slight bludgeoning damage from the shinai kendo sword she used. The strong bamboo shaking from the power of her strikes but her firm grasp keeping it straight as she backed up after each combo. She let out a soft exhale to steady herself and let some of her exhaustion out before breathing in and continuing with her strikes before stepping back and repeating. Her body was tense to move precisely. She had been gone for so long that the woman had lost herself. Her skills had dulled much more below than normal, but her mind had not. Thus, training was absolutely needed for her to gain back what she previously had. To think she used to be the division twelve's third seat. Now she was an outlier that needed to find its place. Her body feeling hot from the build up of kinetic energy and friction of her body against the fabric of her traditional wear. After a moment of such, she glanced around her area to observe if anyone was around. To be entirely honest with herself, division twelve was made up of a bunch of introverts and nerds. Not that Aiyoku believed she wasn't such but she sure as hell wasn't as bad as anyone else within the walls who seemed to not ever have a good time. Enjoying one's self is an experience that numbers and science can't teach and thus why she lives the way she had before her accident. None the less, with no one around, she began pealing away her outer wear. The uniform slowly falling off her being and revealing a pair of simple black shorts which hugged at her hips and rear with a black tanktop which came to just above her belly-button, hugging her figure and accenting a bit of her curving petite form. She didn't really care if anyone saw her dressed in such a way when training. It was more the fact of someone seeing her training in her uniform, just for it to be taken off. None the less, she was fine for the time being and enjoyed the soft caress of wind which danced over her revealed flesh, causing chills of delight to dance through the being. Eventually she let out a sigh and folded up her uniform, placing it to the side before preparing herself once more. Battle was like dancing, to Aiyoku. One had to find their rhythm and know that getting up-close and personal with another wasn't always too dangerous. If anything, it gave a slight advantage opportunity. None the less, she needed to get back to her usual state of battle and gain back her former grace. Slowly she took her stance, bringing her left leg behind her, lightly bending at the knees as she let her body relax. Her eyes closing as she let music begin to fill her mind, reminding her of a light tempo which battle normally took place. Soon she'd press off her toes towards the dummy, doing her small flurry of attacks before jumping back and re-positioning, prepared once more. She then turned away from the dummy in order to strike at the space around her, since she had to remind herself the feeling of not actually hitting her target. Her eyes falling shut once more as she turned herself so the dummy was to her left and began striking at the air calmly. Her movements slow and fluid as she moved before feeling herself hit something. Slightly startled by the light tap against something or someone, she opened her eyes to glance upon the being before her. With a light panic she backed up and bowed her head. Her long strands of cyan locks shifting with her as they weren't tied up for a change while she trained. "I-I'm so sorry!"

⌠Stable≈Sensory⌡ The man's tone was rather matter-of-fact, as was normal for members of division twelve. Was he one? Her gaze shifting to look over the man, taking in his appearance as as stepped back to give the man some personal space. Slowly she bowed her head as a sign of respect and emphasize her apology once more before standing straight once more. Her petite yet curvy frame relaxing as she gave the man a kind smile. Something was off about him. While most in the division were straight to the point, this man seemed rather... Dead. In a manner of speaking. She just didn't have any ounce of emotion coming from his form, which caused the woman to just begin examining him more for some sort of life. However, it didn't take her long to realize she had been staring. The man's words we kind enough to put her at ease, but something caught her eyes. Extended canines? Rather sharp looking, as well. The woman couldn't help but nod as her way of accepting his apology and waited for him to speak again. Upon him doing so, she confirmed she had not been just seeing things when it came to his canines. The man, indeed, had sharpened fangs. How on earth was that possible? Last time she had seen anyone of the sort, they were bounts. So what was this man? He didn't have the readings of a bount, nor the body language. She merely began thinking through the situation before her before shaking her head to click back to reality and speak. "O-Oh! Well... I have been in a coma within division four for a few years now... I've grown horridly weak... To think I used to be third seat here. Now I barely have a name for myself. I need to regain the loss muscle that I had as well as regain my reflexes. Stamina. Speed. I need to work hard to gain who I was." The woman said as she brought her delicate fingertips from her left hand up to her face and stroked stray strands of hair out of her face, revealing better the smooth fair complexion and playful expressions of her face. Her bright eyes glancing away from the man for a moment before back up at him. She had gotten herself comfortable very quickly with the new person after striking them. Which, to say the least, wasn't all that shocking. Before her disappearance, Aiyoku had been known as a forward and outgoing individual, a lively breath of fresh air to the division twelve. However, since she had been gone, there was no true idea as to what had happened to her beloved division. After a moment, the woman slipped right back into her thoughts as she bit her bottom lip before turning away from the man and walking towards the striking dummy once more. Each long stride she took was accent by a playful sway of her body. She couldn't help these things. She was raised to have these movements as reflex and no way was she stopping them for they only brought entertainment and laughter to the woman in all her years. She stopped her movements before turning back to the man with a slightly shocked expression, as something finally clicked. Her body seeming to tense before easing and bowing rather quickly before bringing her right hand up to give a playful and apologetic wave. "O-Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't introduce myself! I'm Ai. Aiyoku Benzene. Pleasure to meet you!" The woman said with a warm smile. Her eyes glistening with delight. She always did enjoy getting to meet and know new individuals. She could easily be seen as a scattered woman when she was confronted with multiple things she could have been doing. Now she had the options of training or getting to know this new individual. Such a choice was rather upsetting for her but she didn't want it to get her down too badly and eventually decided a bit of both would have been great and very much needed at this point. But how to go about it? That was the true question. Seduction? Flirtation? Innocence? Straight forward? The options filled her mind before finally deciding that all of the above would probably bring the most life out of the male, if possible. This was a challenge, in itself, which she wasn't likely to back down from. Her smile remaining unwavering before she spoke again to the man with a more harmonic tone to her voice, showing the life she still gladly kept within her being, even after sleeping for so long. [b]"So what brought you to the twelfth division~?"