Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. [Sol/Open?]

There was a gap. She knew it. She agreed to a sparring willingly. She always told herself that, trying not to get angry. It was what she had wanted.

One reason was that she wanted to push herself. She had concentrated a lot on her training with her Zanpakuto and strength. And all this training had been successful, so it wasn’t wasted time at all. Besides that her spiritual pressure had experienced a proper jump, compared to her level right after the academy, attesting to her hard work and growth.

The other reason was she just missed a good, challenging sparring. In her mind there was absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying a good fight, as long as the martial art, the challenge, was the focus, not the killing. The latter was something Hanako never really felt comfortable with, except for when she purified Hollows, as they wouldn’t really die but be reborn. However a good fight, even with some amount of pain, was enjoyable. Sometimes even enough to cancel out the frustration, if she was losing. Sometimes.

She realised this time would possibly be a little bit more on the edge when Sol’s knee connected with her chin and she found herself slammed on the floor with the weight of Sol’s body.

Not for the first time Hanako wished to have smaller breasts. She could train all she wanted, the girls getting squished between Hanako’s ribcage and something solid was never enjoyable. With a small groan she pushed herself back up, first on to hands and knees. Damn it all, she couldn't even land a glancing blow. She had to breathe deep one or two tines to stay calm.

"You should consider joining the Fighting Fourth." She said without looking up. It sounded almost like a growl.
"You'd be a real asset."

When she got up, she was at least outwardly completely calm. Her front was dusty and some discoloration on her jaw promised to become a nice bruise. The spot where he hit her on her calf was already darkening. Considering that it came from only two successful moves it was a lot of damage, albeit only superficial.

Her gaze, however, was as clear and unbroken as ever, her bright eyes sparkling with determination. Without saying another word she assumed her stance again and s slight smile curled the right corner of her mouth upwards a millimeter.