Fists Up. Sword Out. [Hono, Makoto]

A regular check up, evaluatation of the unseated members. A bit of a restructure was in order after the changes to authority and being the fourth highest seated officer it was to be expected that she step up - well, she had those expectations for herself. Whoever the new captain and vice-captains of the division turned out to be would be revealed soon she figured.

Until then, she'd continue in her work.

"Hono Kaen?"

She asked through the clusters of the training room. Makoto was told that this particular member of her division could be found training quite a bit, she liked that and so she wanted to assess and take a look at what her progress had looked like.

Apparently she even had met Abalia, though that wasn't relevant to this.

The fourth seat pretended not to hear whatever Hono might've said, she actually didn't know but she was turning a blind eye to the notion that it might've been anything negative or smug. Did her eyelids drop just a little more? Maybe the one's that were full of attitude did get on her nerves the most but what could be done about it. She would prefer to not make a reputation of punishing every member of her division that did these things.

That would be a lot of work for little gain, Makoto didn't like that.

"I am here to assess the steps you've made in terms of progress as a shinigami, call it an appraisal of your work thus far if it suits you to see your merit as a member of the first... sixth division. Do you have time to spare?"

It would take some time to adjust that slip of her tongue, she was so used to referring to her division as the First while under Abalia.

"Is that so?"

Makoto trailed off with a thoughtful look in regards to Hono's feelings of her own progress. Admittedly, she felt the same but sometimes progress was something that crept up on you. People didn't recognise the work of their training until it was actually displayed.

"How much combat experience do you have outside of training? Training is all well and good but sometimes we only notice its rewards after reflection of events which tested us. Take out your sword and demonstrate a set of zanjutsu for me, techniques as well."

She gestured to the training dummy nearby. There were some basic zanjutsu techniques she might expect to see, she did not expect to see something on par with the Hitotsume: Nadegiri but maybe something basic could suffice.

"Age is trivial when you compare the gap between, some shinigami accomplish lifetimes of work for others in the span of years, so your zanpakuto is tempermental that is natural but by the sounds of it you are viewing it as something subordinate to you. Objectifying it even as though it were any other sword that should answer to your whims, correct?"

Makoto wondered. Going over the comments involving Elyss, and everything but she was correct. Makoto had not introduced herself. A couple of moments to let Hono think about what she had said before distracting her by giving a name.

"Fourth Seat Arima. You may call me Makoto though."

She said, waiting for Hono's thoughts about what she had said.

This girl was a little on the uppity side wasn't she? It was a little annoying but Makoto was used to people and their behaviours which tickled her misanthropy and she was adamant on maintaining her own professionalism in this situation. It was her subordinate after all, not an individual from another division.

"A zanpakuto is not forthcoming, many of which will give us trials in order to make them give us greater access to their powers. A zanpakuto may take years to accept you, respect you even if it views you in that light. One doesn't simply walk inside, request the name and receive."

Makoto explained while she crossed her arms and looked up to think.

"Mistreatment only adds disruption into the relationship."

She thought that it should be reiterated, it wouldn't be a leap in logic to say that her zanpakuto bond was weak because of the physical neglect - abuse even.

"Have you ever faced your zanpakuto in a fight?"

It was not uncommon either for zanpakuto to clash with its master inside the inner world. To test them in a proper contest and decide whether or not it was appropriate to share their name or other attributes of their power.