The People We Meet At the Park [Shunsui/Makoto]

Shunsui looked on for more than a few moments at the young Shinigami before him. Today he had decided to relax, and enjoy some time to himself under the warm sun, the fragrant smell of flowers wafting through the air. He had planned to do nothing at all, and simply soak up the rejuvenating nature of peacefulness. However, he happened to notice this young woman, seemingly very intent on her craft. He was sure that she was under no official orders to continue this endeavor, and from what he could tell, she wasn't so terrible that it was absolutely necessary for her to practice in her own free time, but she did certainly have flaws.

He watched for a few more minutes, before he decided that it would be untowards to allow her to continue to practice in such a way that would damage her future growth, at least in some, albeit small, way, so he began to approach her. She didn't seem to notice him, even as he grew nearer and nearer, until eventually he decided that it was past time to speak up.

"And what is a beautiful young woman like yourself doing practicing out here all by herself? Do you not have a Captain to train you? What a shame."

He spoke naturally, as he always did. His voice contained no hint of any emotion other than, perhaps, laziness, and a small amount of intrigue. He did not want to immediately call attention to the fact that she was performing her kata incorrectly, as he did not wish to be rude. He first wanted to find out more about this young woman, and if it seemed reasonable, he would offer his own assistance.

Being so absorbed in her little world where her focus was entirely on the sword. Makoto had none of her senses directed outwards as the veteran approached her. Sword, body, thoughtlessness. That was where she was. It was medative almost while sinking into a sea of her own desire to improve and succeed. Moments like these were peaceful, like transient pieces of time where she could forget her scorn.

"Huh?"

Then it all came tumbling down, all gone was her serenity with the sound of someone interrupting her and making her grip tighten in anger. It took a moment to settle herself down and not react impulsively. Sure, the first thing that came to mind was gut whatever person had to audacity to interupt her but she made a great effort to restrain herself. No one got anywhere by losing their composure.

"Why would a captain waste their time with- Shit."

Her voice carried a lot of scorn but caught in her throat when she understood who she was face-to-face with, well it was actually more like face-to-chest given the size disparity between the man and herself. She was a little insecure about her height and stature. It wasn't imposing.

"S-sir. Forgive my bad manners, I didn't know it was you. I wouldn't wish to waste my Captain's time. I don't think it is a captain's responsibility to micromanage their subordinates. It has been a while since I served under you though, sir."