Taking it Easy [Makoto, Shishiyuki]

She was supposed to be resting, in her own little way she was. Makoto was infinitely glad that she did not have to spend to much time in that hospital room than she had to.

The white haired woman had found herself a nice little spot out of the way in the Academy to study. She knew this room wasn't booked for anything in particular at this time since it was later in the afternoon, and so she liked to sneak away sometimes to study or practice.

At the insistence of Abalia though Makoto had resigned to not do any physically strenous tasks. Instead she had focused on her kido, considering she had some injuries from Shishiyuki it had given her something to work with while she tried to work some basic kaido and speed up the healing process.

"Hmm. It feels a little better."

Her shihakusho was open at the front but she was facing away from the door of the dim room. While the soft glow in her palm worked its magic on the injured areas. Shishiyuki had stayed in her mind, that scene felt eeriely similar to the memory.

She was so focused that she didn't realise a student had walked by and peeked in, rather than calling out to her the kid had ran off to go look for an instructor. All he had seen after all was a woman that looked injured sitting in the corner.

"Huh?"

It broke her focus and she turned around towards the familiar voice, staring back at Shishiyuki blankly for a moment. Her heart beat a little faster at the sight of her and remembering the brief fight between both of them.

"Lady Shishiyuki... Of course I'm fine."

Makoto didn't really know how to react when all that she heard going through her head was the warning of going the way she continued would get her killed. The seated officer got up and faced the raven haired woman. The nasty bruising of her stomach was visible for a moment before Makoto held her top closed and nodded. She was fine, that was a redundant question however. Makoto knew there was restraint, just enough and not to much or to little.

"You know that already though."

It briefly occurred to her that between the exit and herself was the figure of the woman that had made it quite clear that she could kill her.

"Right. As is my responsibility to also apologise profusely for how irresponsible my actions as a seated officer were. I am deeply regretful for how my actions disrupted your class."

Makoto winced when she bowed to show how apologetic she was. There was sincerity behind it. She had never wanted it to happen like that, it shouldn't have. It still made her so disappointed in herself that it did occur.

"A more advanced study into hakuda? I do wish to excel in all fields as a shinigami as I can realistically achieve, if I am being honest"

It was a roundabout way of expressing her interest though she didn't confirm one way or another. There was something that bothered her, the way she could so comfortably seem to exist as a gentle soul and yet she could release a killing aura. No way though, that was silly. She was mistaken.

"I've always thought my hakuda was subpar. It's my weakest attribute, and so I try hard to not be content with that failing."

She still didn't know what Shishiyuki was getting at, did she mean more advanced hakuda courses in the Academy? Makoto had already tried to obtain their learning material and study in her own time.

Makoto seemed a little confused, it was a relief that Shishiyuki did not appear to hold any grudge against her for the disruption. Her eyes looked away for a moment, her mind going back and forth on weighing up how she should respond to the offer.

"I see.. I would be honoured to be taught by someone like you, Lady Shishiyuki."

Shishiyuki's fighting style had stuck out to her particularly. The way Makoto almost lost control of her whole arm just from the pain of the fingers striking her knuckles. It was only because of adrenaline, willpower and anger that she had the strength to persist and hold onto her. If she hadn't then Makoto had a feeling that it would've not been possible to hold onto her arm.

Maybe that was the appeal, the restraint of it. Shishiyuki's strikes were intentional and refined even though she had threatened her at the end of it.

"May I ask you a question?"

When she had been given such a liberal answer to the request, Makoto did hesitate. The question almost switched from her original one because of how open it was but no, she wouldn't change her question off something silly like that. Instead she looked into Shishiyuki's eyes to try and understand.

"My acceptance of your offer will not change. However, I feel inclined to ask, are you going to kill me?"

It was only natural in her head that she should ask it when the last words before she was knocked out rang around her head like an echo. It refused to disappear and if she was going to be receiving lessons then she wanted to know the resolution of that statement. However, she would not back down from the lessons even if she did answer anything other than no.

It anything, it would be something to handle when it came up later.