A Blessed Crystal

Miaka had finally been able to relax a bit more, as she stretched her arms upwards in the air as she headed off to Vastine letting out a yawn. She was on a quest to find her mistress and show her at least somewhat of her improvement. From their last encounter, Miaka had been a mess letting all her piled up hassles weigh her down, tying her in place frozen still. Mirja, the woman she respected and the one who supported her, Her mistress, was someone she wanted to chase after. The encounter had left a gem inside Miaka’s heart which motivated her to learn martial arts and find her own way to fight no longer forcing her to bow to the will of that she deemed her duty. Her duty as a shinigami was important, her duty to her family held a great value to her but yet also her own desires were very important. She knew this was a weight she created on herself and this is something her eyes were opened to. she can still have the bonds of her family, she can still perform her duties of a Shinigami, and still be selfish and learn to be more herself.

Miaka had been wearing the gift Mirja had given her before she disappeared suddenly last time, a qipao, a bright, red, Chinese silk dress that felt quite tight, it gave Miaka the feeling as it was grabbing onto her body. This had given her great embarrassment she didn’t like how she looked in the dress, it felt a slight bit small making it feel as it wrapped her body but hated how if she tried to kick someone that someone would be very likely to see her underwear. Which she was also embarrassed if people knew she was also wearing the black lace underwear that she received as well. She felt that this had in a sense to be a sick joke from the mistress.

Miaka let out a depressed sigh thinking about how bad she felt wearing everything but she wanted to at least show she was grateful. She learned how to move in the dress as she studied and learned the basics of martial arts. She also tried to incorporate her full body and abilities into the way she wanted to fight. She knew normally long hair is a weakness in a fight, but she couldn’t come to the fact of reality that she would need to cut it. Her crimson red hair reached all the way down to her butt. After a bit of practice and focus she was able to have her hair react to her crystal flames harding or having her hair release flames as she fought for a variety of reasons. She looked at the Zanpakuto she kept by her side she was curious how a sword could support her with her martial arts if she was deciding that was her main focus of combat yet, she couldn’t bear to part with it either. It was part of her soul, something she could never throw away. Miaka grew curious what the mistress would think of this especially after what she said the last time.

I'll teach you the best way to punch people in the face, but you seem to have chosen the sword and dual-classing isn't something that you should really do on a whim. Learning two things is harder than learning one thing, after all. Focus on the sword, or discard the sword if you feel it isn't you. Don't just use a sword because people say use a sword"

Due to the words spoken to her she had decided to learn as Mirja put it “The best way to punch people in the face”. Miaka giggled since her mistress’ wording seemed so simple and direct. She was now not using a sword because people said to use a sword but it just felt to be a part of her and she couldn't get rid of it. She knew the basics of using it but like she was told learning two things is harder than one thing.

Miaka Continued finally arriving at her destination, Vastime, she was impressed everything seemed so neat and orderly it was different than the gotei. There were many buildings used for training and guards everywhere. It all stood out to her and remembered she had to be on her best behavior. Miaka thought how boring the reason was that she was sent here, to help deal with some politics involving the two groups but the hopes of seeing her mistress had given her hope that this would prove to be an exciting visit.

Miaka hated the stares and comments she overheard people making of her appearance. It made her angry to hear catcalls as she waited for her guide to appear. She wanted to burn their eye sockets but knew she had to keep her actions appropriate as this could worsen further relations with the gotei and vastime so she at least for now had to endure it.

“So did I get lost, get here early or are they not sending someone to meet me here? If not I could continue wandering around hoping to find something. Would that be the best course of action? No, it would be best to behave proper and wait.”

Crossing her arms as she spoke Miaka grew tired by the longing stares she received and started reflecting the light of the sun into all the males in sight to lose their gaze.