Kuchiki Returned (complete)

It was strange being here again, his uncle had left him here. Despite him being terribly weak compared to the others. He could only focus on one thing as he gripped a kendo stick. Bringing it down and using traditional swordplay. Takehiko lacked very much spiritual pressure. Truthfully he was likely the weakest among the Kuchiki. He felt it weighing on his mind often. But in his heart, he could never ignore truth or justice. Despite his weakness or his lack of power. Takehiko would always at least try his best in any case. He couldn't use his zanpakuto or utilize the powers it held for him. Though he sensed they wouldn't help in any sense regardless. HIs hollow felt a bit more comfortable for him. But the mask was only usable for a single moment. Making it rather useless at the moment. So all he could do really was training himself while not at the academy. Lately, things had been noise though and servants were running. It seemed things had gotten heated in the outside world finally. If only he was able to help someone and was stronger. This feeling of helplessness was something that marked him. He couldn't save his mother or his father because he was so weak. Takehiko began swinging his kendo sword now bringing it down quickly as sweat dripped. He wasn't trained or skilled enough in any field really. He was a bottom tier student in Shino Academy despite noble birth. Everything one could say made him average, but he didn't care about that. Takehiko wanted to protect people and uphold justice and the truth. He didn't plan on giving in to anyone or anything on that regard. As sweat beaded down his forehead he glanced at his hand seeing blisters form. He'd been at this for so long hadn't he? His uncle Byakuya had gone off to stop a strong spiritual pressure. He wanted to help so much, but what could he do in this situation. Frustration was an emotion that felt strong right now as he slammed the kendo stick on the ground. He wasn't strong enough or trained enough. He was utterly helpless at this moment.

All he could do was watch as servant bid his uncle farewell. He couldn't attempt to help him. He'd made sure no one saw that outburst as he clenched his fist and let the anger flood out of him. He wanted to help and save people from this incursion of darkness. He couldn't describe how it felt to someone to be a noble but to be so utterly weak and useless. He couldn't use his zanpakuto and could only manifest his mask for a moment. Everything seemed so far out of his reach and grasp. He didn't feel improvement coming naturally like so many others. Or perhaps it was so small that he couldn't make it out. Was this how nobles were meant to act in this station? But were they supposed to be this weak as well? His uncle Tsubasa had lost his mind the people said around here. So it meant that the gene pool was faulty didn't it? He picked up the kendo stick his grip tightening on it as he exhaled a sigh. Composing himself to continue training as he guessed his only choice was to keep going. He stood outside the Kuchiki Compound though not venturing too far away.

This wasn't defiance or anything like that in truth. It was a realization that at present perhaps he could do one something. He didn't know what he could accomplish by himself. Uncle Byakuya was a standard for him to try and meet someday.