Shocking Training! Young Captain vs. Old Captain: Can an old dog learn new tricks?

Whistling lightly to himself the young Captain made his way down the lake front path, he had given the duties for today over to his Vice to handle so she could build relationships with her squad mates and honestly he needed a few hours to himself, what with all of his new duties stopping him most days to actually go out and enjoy the nice weather. Today though the paper work would wait for him, his temple throbbing slightly from the thought of the mountain that piled up each day when he woke up until when he went to sleep.

exhaling lowly the young boy released his tension from the daily stress of his job, he had signed up for this knowing it would get this way and a lot of work would need to be done before he could actually make a change but he felt like things were starting to click. His squad had all come together, admittedly it was rough at first with so many egos in one small space accepting a young boy as their new boss but in the end Carter had rallied the troops and felt his squad was closer now than it had been before he came.

Without missing a beat or tripping him up the wave of spiritual pressure washed over him, the source was a man standing in the middle of the lake he was walking beside. He was standing so resolute and stoic he almost thought the man a statue or was meditating but if that were true his pressure wouldn't have rushed out like that for no reason. As soon as he made this realization he heard the soft noise of a piano being carried along the wind toward him, the wordless song vibrated the air around him before drifting onward. It was more than enough to peak his interest into what this man was doing out here, almost at peace unconcerned with the world. At first Carter was concerned for the man releasing his spiritual pressure but he remembered why he himself had come here, no one around for miles. The man was most likely training in some way and needed space so he wouldn't possibly harm others.

The white haired boy could respect that, so he stopped in his tracks and looked out toward the man, the boy's white captain robes swaying in the light breeze. His right hand came up in greetings before he hollered out to the man to make himself known, knowing the man wouldn't have noticed him unless he saw him because the angelic shinigami didn't give off a spirit pressure like every one else. He appeared almost to be a normal human, "Nice day we're having out isn't it?" he yelled out, making himself known.