En Gardes. Prets? Allez. [Fuuen, Masami]

It had been disheartening for Fuuen to recieve so little assistance with regard to his memories from the Gotei, but he supposed that he could not blame the organization so much as that particular captain. Despite his misgivings, he had made an oath upon joining them, and he was not the sort to renege on an oath simply because his situation was not ideal. Instead, he simply went about his duties as a substitute shinigami, traveling the Earth in search of rogue Hollows.

That said, he was still not especially certain what he was to do if he came across one. He did lack a zanpakuto at present, and it seemed it was not quite so simply as merely requesting one and having it handed to you. How thoroughly unfortunate, but it was not the end of the world.

Thankfully, Fuuen had yet to be faced with this particular issue, and at present he was simply patrolling the rolling hills of France. He did not know this part of the world well, but he found that its beauty was rather unlike that of the lands he was familiar with. An exotic landscape that he felt compelled to draw more than once, Fuuen would be rather remiss if he forgot this--

Ah, what a tragic thought, knowing that he almost certainly would.

Unlike a certain wandering blade, Fuuen had little trouble making his way through the forests. He had traveled through many a wood thicker than this, even if he could not remember the vast majority of those travels, and the experience left him with a certain natural sense of direction that proved quite helpful in his travels.

While he had expected only tranquility in such a place, the chirping of the woods and the rolling of gentle streams, the sound of a woman calling out irritatedly proved to be something he had decidedly not anticipated. Well, that did not mean he would not investigate, only that he had not expected it. Fuuen was, if nothing else, something of a curious sort, and as he made his way toward the source of the voice with relative ease, he called out toward what he believed was the source of the voice, struggling through the trees.

"Do you require assistance, miss?"

What a pleasant woman. Fuuen was finding that most of the women he came across in his travels seemed rather crass in their conversational skills. Though, he supposed, Yugiri had not been quite so rude.

"Fuuen. Wandering spirit, and substitute shinigami. As for how to get out, that's mostly dependent on where you intend to go. Back toward town, I presume?"

Given her gruff demeanor, Fuuen didn't feel it too terribly necessary to wait and see if she would in fact follow him if he started walking back toward town. He simply started to walk, and if she chose to follow, he would have no problem with that.

"Fairly certain, yes, though my memory has failed me before."

That was certainly an understatement, but Fuuen did not particularly feel as though he ought to simply explain the whole of his condition to her after a few exchanged words. If it became relevant, he would elaborate.

"Simple patrol. I work for the 7th Division, though perhaps only in the loosest sense. I send the occasional report, and would put a stop to any Hollow I came across. That said, I have yet to come across any, and perhaps for the best. I have no zanpakuto with which to send them on their way."

The thought of his exchange with Captain Kurotsuchi resurfaced briefly in Fuuen's mind, and he idly wondered as to the humanity of the konso. If he were sent along to reincarnate, would that not be akin to killing him as he currently was? He was not certain that his own view of the world could allow for an action like that, but he would address that another time.

"And what of you? You don't seem a typical shinigami, yourself."

"I see. I suppose we aren't especially different in that regard, then, are we?"

Fuuen wasn't exactly the sort to pry into another's affairs, and so he asked no further questions on that matter. Whether she was actively hiding the truth or was simply not the sort to think about it was, ultimately, wholly inconsequential to him. He simply wouldn't ask that sort of question.

"Rest assured, miss, that even if you were serious I would rather prefer not to do so. My own blade is more than enough for me."

It wasn't exactly meant to be a slight, especially considering he had no knowledge of the woman's actual nature. Fuuen was simply rather fond of the Yuudachi, and he felt little need to carry any other blade even if the opportunity presented itself. While he likely ought to have put in the effort to acquire a zanpakuto, something about the idea simply seemed unappealing.