Recovering Lost Pride

"What do you mean he's not here?"

"I'm sorry, sir. He's not here at the moment."

"Yes, we've already established that." Suigyoku was about to drive his foot up the ass of this Shinigami. His left arm hung from a sling, bandaged from shoulder to finger tip, and looked reminiscent of a mummy's arm. Over 1,400 years of the Gotei's existence, and bandages were still needed for most injuries. His was a costly one: almost every bone was fractured, several tendons either torn or split, and he was likely looking at several days to weeks of healing, depending on some factors: if he doesn't use his useless arm to beat the shit out of idiots. "I understand he's not here, but where?" Though he may be in a medicinal brace, he was not beyond using it as a weapon. The second division Shinigami typed some key strokes into her data pad, and glanced down a list. How she ever became a healer, it was not based on her being bright.

"Izumo's currently stationed on Earth. Would you like-"

"No, it's fine." He left as quickly as possible out of that office. He had originally come to the front after his recovery to see if Izumo was there. The man joined the healer department of the second division when they graduated, but it had been a few days since last seeing each other. Maybe he would have had some pointers for Suigyoku on how to pass the time, but unfortunately, no luck. Being on Earth makes everything a little more difficult that way. Suigyoku sighed; he felt defeated, and wished he had done better.

"Now that I'm out, might as well go home..." His brisk walk came to a halt when a thought occurred to him. "Which way is home?" He was lost in Seireitei. Being in a bed recovering did not fix his lack of direction. Two hours and a dozen strangers giving directions later, he went through the east gate, and made his way toward the 13th district of Eastern Rukongai: his home. His home also happened to be where his blacksmith shop lay. By noon, twisting the key in the lock, he opened the store front.

"Hmm...no mail." Disappointed, he threw open the windows and let the light in. Much nicer to have daylight come in. The mailbox might have been empty, likely collecting dust bunnies by now, but his shop was still neat and collected. Various different products lined the shelves, and an inventory log sheet lay on the front counter. Everything had been made by him, and he drew a sense of pride from it for having created something for himself. A year in Rukongai and his shop was known by most of the locals. Most of the customers came from the further districts, however, as he was the only one nearby that did business with them. Quite a few people from the nicer portions of Rukongai didn't like anyone past the 15th district. Regardless of where they were from, anything and everything helped, especially if it helped those who didn't have anything otherwise. Sometimes he wished he could do more.

"Annnnnnnnd open!" Flipping the store sign from "closed" to "open", he went toward the back to heat up some coals for tea. The back was an open area, and his smithy, well ventilated and with a great view of the river. He might be down one arm, but he sure wasn't useless. He'd find something to do.

Song: Beautiful Chinese Music - Bamboo Flute | Artist: NA | Word Count: N/A

It was a wonderful day at the Rukongai as Yoriko jumped across various buildings waving her hand towards the souls of both young and old watching as many were doing their daily routines of shopping, patrolling, or spending time with family. It was a great feeling for the girl

Beautiful skies with a cool breeze. Man this day couldn't get any better. Then the young genin stopped as her eyes took notice of a very particular shop with a sign that read "open" it had to be a blacksmithing shop..right? After all she's never seen one with such a breath-taking view of a flowing riverbank with ventilation normally it'd be filled to the brim with weapons of various types such as swords, daggers, and shields.

Then a thought came across the girl's mind as she placed a finger on her chin perhaps she could ask for a special weapon to be made for her? After all she is focusing on her hakuda and what better arsenal of choice then a fist-weapon weapons to increase her punching power?

With a smile the young genin jumped off the roof of a nearby building and landed on the ground softly approaching the blacksmithing shop with a keen interest as to what the owner must look like..maybe an old guy with a beard and bulging muscles? Who knows but she was about to find out. Hellooo, is anybody home~ The young shinobi uttered with a playful tone as she leaned against the wall with her feet tapping against the floor waiting for someone to greet her.