Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]

He screwed up. Henrex screwed up big time. Not with someone else, mind you, but himself. After all this time, all of this time that he had spent getting himself stronger, his mind had put the fact of his skill being absolute crap in the back of his mind. Even with his current energy levels, he knew that all the energy in the world meant nothing. So, he decided to do...this.

Train the places he felt the most attention was needed. Currently, those areas were Strength, Speed, Hoho, Weapon Skill, and Zanjutsu. A hand gently wrapped around the handle of his Zanpakutō as he thought of this. As he exited his room in the Soul Society, and quietly shutting the door behind him, Henrex would quickly tap into the GRID's UI, allowing him exit access, then raising the finger at his other side, revealing the Hell Butterfly that rested there. Drawing his sword and gently thrusting it into the air, a set of shoji doors opened, revealing the Dangai.

Stepping through, and breaking into a run, Henrex's body would vanish and reappear, the Hell Butterfly tracking and following his every movement. The quick, brief uses of Shunpo allowed him to reach further and further into the Dangai, and quicken his journey to the Living World. The male's eyes seemed to burn a hole at the emptiness that he glared at in the distance. Burning more and more of his energy away, he continued to use Shunpo, his body constantly moving faster and faster, pushing himself to, and past his limits.

As the doors to the Living Realm opened, Henrex put on a burst of speed, not even using Flash Step to attain this quick, and brief level of speed. Zipping out of the Senkaimon, and his feet landing on the dirt of the Vastime's training grounds, the effects of pushing his legs that far kicked in. Pain creeped up his ankles and backs of his legs, but he ignored it. Using a small bit of Demon energy, and Reiatsu, he quickly soothed the pain that was entering his body.

After all, there was much, much more that would come. As he stood up straight, and his body began to carry him to the coffee shop that one particular wolf girl was working in. Mirja. The Vizard girl was the one he was looking for. Outdated references aside, she was the person he aimed to find in order to aid him with training. She had at the very least two of the skills he wanted to train in. Speed, and Strength. He knew her extreme lack of interest in the Shinigami's sword style, and her reliance on one single weapon: her fists.

The girl had enough skill and power in the close-combat arts to make even the most skilled human boxer stare in awe. But, it wasn't the skill of Hakuda that Henrex was wanting. It was her tremendous power. He wanted to make sure that he at least stood a bit of a chance against the strong(er) people in the world, so he made strength training a part of this little list. Another thing that he was hoping she would be able to help him with would be his skill in Hoho. He personally loved it, and wanted to get better with it. As for Mirja herself?

She wouldn't find a cowardly kid, afraid of getting hit. She would find an eager student, willing to learn, and willing to get hurt because of it. Henrex had always been one to be wishing to learn something new, or get better. After all, sometimes you had to gain skill in order to learn something new. And, even better, perhaps they could benefit one another. He could help her train in something, and she could help him train in what he needed. But, right now, it was all a matter of if she would accept, or even consider the offer.

So, with those reasons sound in his mind, the male quietly walked into the coffee shop of Mirja: The Tundra. Taking a quick look around, he would walk up to a chair, pull it out, and sit down, scooting back towards the table. Placing his hands on the table, and sitting still, the male simply would wait for Mirja to come out, or show up. After all, she was here most of the time nowadays. Hopefully she was in a good mood, and willing to talk. That was something he needed.