I Was Born Ready, Sumire! [OPEN]

As he continued to play and walk, his notes began to become more aggressive, yet passionate, as if the stress of his own overthinking began to play for him. His brows began to furrow as he played, showing his disdain for his current situation but also providing insight to the intensity of his tune. He even began shaking his head as he allowed the notes to ascend from the flute effortlessly, although his thoughts did not seem to flow the same way. During his play, he noticed for a brief second that one of his notes came out a lot more aggressive than he intended. He paused for a moment as he pondered the present moment. The immediate thought that popped in his mind was that he was being followed, so to allow the person that was pursuing him to continue, he made it so that the pause seemed like an intentional rest in his tune as he continued to walk at his hastened pace.

While he played he looked for other possible reasons that this spike of pressure occurred. The winds were still, so he could factor that it was not that. He looked briefly down to his hands to see if he fingered the wrong key and everything looked as though it was in the right position. He looped the previous melody again, to make sure his fingers were in the right spot for the note, and the note was played normally. While doing this, he also remembered hearing some type of tapping during his playing, but upon the rest occurring, the tapping pause as well.

He had a hunch that someone or something was following him, but he continued to act as though he paid no mind to it. He was a fresh recruit into the Seireitei, and only a seated officer at that. If anyone was really trying to hunt him down, others would have probably dealt with it if they were to break through. And even at that point, there was no one in particular that he could think of that would even want him put down in the first place. Therefore he silenced his panicked state by continuing to play, chalking up the sound and the eerie note spike to be a captain that walked by him, and maybe did that burst of pressure as a warning.

"I guess I should keep it down a little bit... it's only the crack of dawn. granted most of'em are probably up by now, but for the select few who aren't... oops."

He thought to himself as he began to relax his face from his aggressive play. His shoulders dropped and his brows unforrowed themselves as continued walking, this time much slower and enjoying the rhythm as he watched the sunrise peak over the top of the barrack's walls. As soon as he began to relax himself, he heard a voice speak to him, in a hushed, confident; yet monotone, dialect to him.

Instantly when hearing
"You..."
He took his step forward, and pivoted on the balls of his feet swiftly in place, turning in a complete 180 to see who was talking to him. Although, he had a hunch of confrontation to the interaction, he still kept his flute up to his mouth and finished playing the last few notes of his tune.

"--'re very good."

He heard once he finished his pivot and held the note for a little longer as he looked closely at whom was behind him. The scarf around his neck finally whipped around in unison with his tune coming to a halt, and his focused expression relaxed into a soft grin. This was the face of one of the many captains in the barracks, Stealth Force captain, Henrex Astillion. Mitsuyo knew this face specifically since they are usually wonder around at the same times, however this was the first they have spoken to one another. They also happened to be neighboring one another, although Mitsuyo rarely hears much from their barracks; with them being the stealth division it makes sense. Mitsuyo took note of Henrex's exhausted looking expression, but ignored it for now and accepted the compliment to his play.

"Thanks a lot. Sorry if I woke you, I usually play when... she... gets annoying to deal with."

He placed emphasis on "she" referring to his zanpakuto spirit, Sumire. Even giving in a bit more to his annoyance, by squinting his eyes and glaring down to his sword in a cutting gaze, before returning back to meet Henrex's eyes.

"It kinda didn't dawn on me until now that it's extremely early... oops."

He grinned in nervousness, as he tucked his flute into his belt behind his blade, and then placed his left hand behind his neck, massaging it lightly, as he put his other hand forward offering a handshake.

"Oh, I don't think we've met formally yet. So uhh... I'm Mitsuyo"


"And lets hope this'll keep him on his good side."
He thought to himself as he continued his grin.