The Shadow's Answers

Takehiko had been given the royal run around most of the time on this. He'd written a letter sending it to the Captain of Squad Five. Well one of them anyways known as Henrex. Henrex had been trained and learned from Uncle Tsubasa to an extent. Takehiko didn't know what kind of man this one was in truth. But his letter had been delivered already and was written as such. "Dear Captain Astillon, I am writing this letter as Takehiko Unabara. Though Takehiko Kuchiki is my name given the circumstances. As you are no doubt aware my Uncle Tsubasa Unabara turned himself in for imprisonment or execution. I find myself unsure of what motivations he had or to truly understand him. The situation with me had always been slower given my weakness. I wish to ask two favors of you Captain Astillon, first could you explain what my Uncle was thinking you believe? On the last, I would like to ask for helping training and growing. I wish to make a difference and show people that the Unabara aren't all like him. My father's name Tsunashi Unaabra is at stake in this along with my mother Kokokine Kuchiki. Sincerely Takehiko Kuchiki."

The letter had been sent a days ago from the Kuchiki Manor. Again his uncle didn't seem to mind this time around. But Takehiko was desperate to undo the damage his uncle had done. Tsubasa's name dragged his father's through the mud. He just wanted to make a difference in some way. In some shape or form, he wished to improve himself. He would bow his head and do whatever it took to convince Captain Astillon to train him so he could protect people. The sword felt strange in his hands in all regards. He wasn't good at zanjutsu in the sense most would believe. He didn't inherit the skills of Tsubasa in that sense. He'd never tried his hand at Hakuda either really. Takehiko's grades were likely the first thing that Henrex would dig up. If he were to investigate the Kuchiki further. He'd find that he belonged to research and development presently.

His grades were poor and low, he made it by the skin of his teeth. Having the worst scores and being abysmal as an academy student with Shino. The Kuchiki name helped him get taken to a Division. His hand trembled and he felt anxious because Captain Astillon was his last chance really. Ulv had pointed him away in different directions. No training and his uncle Byakuya wouldn't help him yet. Takehiko had gone on missions even helping dispatch a large demon. His only stand out skills was in Hoho and Kido. He was a rough gem that hadn't been polished yet. He hoped Captain Astillon would consider his request at the very least. Takehiko could do little more than beg and plead for help in this sense. His changes had begun in Thailand really. He'd started to think about the fact doing things alone wasn't right. He needed to rely on others in order to find the progress of any kind. To grow into something educated and truly worthwhile. His hand came up to his throat thinking back on it.

When his throat had been slashed and Arianda rescued him. How pathetic he was and so little had changed. Even now brought before his uncle he couldn't stop him. He couldn't prevent that from happening again if he tried. His skills hadn't truly flourished or improved. If anything after Thailand he felt stuck. Trapped in a place where he could not grow. His level of skill simply failed on all accounts when one considered it. He could only put his hopes to Captain Astillon if the man even decided to meet him. Takehiko felt trembling and nerves because this was the last chance for him in a way. He knew the war was coming again after this lull and wished to save as many as possible. But he didn't know the way forward how to grow strong in any sense. Thus the guidance of Captain Astillon was vital to everything. Thus he sat remaining in the waiting room until Captain Astillon was ready.