Mt Fuji you talking about?

So Ulv had mentioned Mount Fuji of all places. To go for an answer it didn't make quite the amount of sense he thought it would. Shinsui's eyes looked around as he'd hiked up it. Staying in the living world was fine enough, he was living with his mom now. He likely smelled of Aiko as he'd been around her a bit more. But that was fine as he came to the spot he was told to pray to someone. Was prayer the answer at this point to getting stronger? Did techniques and prayer truly equal the answer to his problems? He didn't feel like they did truthfully but perhaps that was his own stubborn nature. He wanted to know what the true meaning of strength was in this world. He wasn't sure about that or another thing. How was it each person despite problems in Karakura. He saw smiles and happiness, he wondered if that was true of most places. If there was an element that the warriors of the Unabara had forgotten. Had they lost humanity along the way. Had their smile died somewhere on the path of carnage?

It could be that the answer was just somewhere hidden. But one thing was clear the Unabara needed to change. As a Head of the family, he'd begun thinking about it. His father concerned himself with only military and only that sort of thing. Perhaps the answer to growing better was to face people and change. The Soul Society he at least new some strong folks in that area. People, he could go face and train himself relentlessly against the machine. Perhaps it was time for this journey among humans to end. He could return with his mother and find his challenges there. Techniques and skills took time and process, swordplay was a growing art. Something that didn't refine itself till much later in the line. Shinsui was beginning to understand that perhaps the easy road wasn't the right one. Maybe there was more to life than just casually jumping into the abyss. As he sat at the shrine he didn't pray but he did sit thinking. His father's mistake was doing things the easy way. He didn't care about others or worry about other people.

His father's selfish desire to reach power was meaningless. Power would consume a person, this was why he didn't want to rely on his zanpakuto for everything. Hatred was a meaningless burden and poison that could freeze a warrior's veins. His father never forgave or moved passed Tsubaki. So what needed to happen here was something different. Shinsui exhaled a soft breath as he thought on the subject. He hated him, but he hated more the idea of being bound. Of his father having some sort of grasp on him. He needed to let go of his father and this idea of surpassing him. It bound and choked Tetsuya to the point he sold his soul. They both were so consumed by power and what it meant to be powerful. They never stopped to think about the consequences of friends they burned. Did his father truly understand the problem he faced now? He got the power he so desperately sought to only lose everyone. Ibiki turned on him and he lost most of the people dear to him.

Forced to leave the Family he gave all his fire too. Shinsui had a choice to make, let go his desire there. He smiled and stood up slowly and glanced at the Shrine. "I won't ask for power, I think that perhaps in that itself power is something that is a poison. I believe that I need to find the meaning of strength. Perhaps guidance in that area would be good."