Basics Are Essentials

Yahiko hadn't yet joined the ranks fo the Gotei. Not out of fear or any such thing as that. He'd fought people far from master-level over these years. His skills may have rusted past his previous set. So he stood across facing another student here training Hakuda. Yahiko observed for now watching the movements closely. Observing and examining what came of it. The student came forward using a right cross. Yahiko could follow the movements alright. But he wasn't sure if that meant anything. This wasn't a master either. He didn't strike as of yet as he sought something. Yahiko's right hand shot up to the male student's face. Merely holding it there and stopping as he held it open. To let the person know to stop that he was thankful. Offering a polite formal bow. Yahiko didn't see it there either something he couldn't put his finger on. His martial arts were stagnant he knew that part. But what could he do to make them break free? It was a problem he'd not considered. The Shihoin family was important to him.

So many things he wished to protect with his fists. But his skills something was missing now. Something important almost fundamental he could sense it. But he didn't know what it was even training here. Was it a lack of formal training that derailed him? Perhaps that was the case, his mother's style was open in its form. Most of her techniques involved the usage of her fire Shunko. Yahiko didn't have a fire-based one. His own was wind and while he did use it in many ways. It was far from complete even his zanpakuto mastery was above normal for his power. Yahiko had a very precise way he did things. Training himself but never putting others in danger with it. Nor harming his zanpakuto or self for sake of growth. Believing that the correct path is one that benefits and grows. Slowly he pulled a nutrient bar from his pocket. Taking a bite out of it as he sat there on a bench considering it carefully. Did he go the route of more Shunko techniques, did that answer the issue of Hakuda?

He wanted to help but something was missing as of this moment. Yahiko would have to get guidance from one of the instructors. Glancing at his fist for a moment he still sensed it somewhere. It wasn't right so the only choice was to go ask a master. The one who taught here as part of the Shin'o Academy was known for her splendid Hakuda. He checked around with students who directed him to where she could be found. Yahiko didn't care for talking or words in general. They often had dubious meanings and held false truths. Actions spoke volumes in his mind as he cleared his mind. "I feel something missing from my Hakuda. Could you tell me what it is if you see it?" Yahiko was always a bit more direct not to be rude. But to not waste her time or anyone else's she could produce many steller students. Aside from helping some guy who felt something missing from his fighting style.