At the Price of My Devotion [Julian, Erika]

"You have something you require my expertise on I am told, vice captain?"

She asked with her eyes opening to reveal a piercing gaze which didn't exactly show any hostility towards him but there was the underlying trust that he did not call upon her for a trivial reason. She did not consider herself to be an overly incredible expert of the zanpakuto. Had she witnessed Oetsu Nimaiya, seen the asauchi and his unique circumstances? Yes. She had seen the God of the Sword in flesh and full but she did not possess a zanpakuto of her own, something that she was in the process of seeking a better understanding of herself.

The Vice-Captain of the First Division should have that much at least. Katanakaji could only do so much as it was. Evolution and growth, it had remained unchanged since she had inherited and learned of the forbidden technique from her mentor all those years ago.

To that end she was here for her own benefit as much as it might benefit the Gotei United and bolster them. Still, she was a little curious just exactly what this vice-captain had in mind and how her unique circumstances might benefit his own research.

Another brief close of the eyes while she spread out her senses and sought out any nearby people and once she was comfortable that there was no one else nearby to overhear she spoke again.

"Is this in regards to your special role as the Executioner and that zanpakuto that you possess to fulfill it?"

"My my, you are a pragmatic one."

It was exactly the type of shrewd nature that she'd expect from someone that belonged to this division at such a high-rank, held the position of special executioner and while her words could be interpreted as praise she did carry an admonishing tone towards what he had just said to her.

"If I may ask you a more philosophical question first. What is superior, the shinigami or the zanpakuto?"

She asked the question that was poised to her by Oetsu once upon a time when she was with Tsubaki, allowed brief moments in one of the most forbidden of places. She did not even parrot the argument that she had with the sword maker in regards to her view that the zanpakuto was superior to the asauchi. Granted, she was more naive then. Much different than how she was now.

In all, Erika's question was not intending to discern whether he thought the shinigami or the zanpakuto was the superior individual. It was the opposite, the difference was irrelevant. She just wanted to assess what a zanpakuto was to Julian. A tool, a companion, a pet, a tempermental spirit that refused to share its potential without dedication.

Her stern composure broke and Erika sighed, turning her head away to shake it a couple of times. There was no point hiding her disappointment at his idea of a zanpakuto, ultimately it came down to how one wanted to view them. Could there truly be an objective answer to that question? No. Could she sway him? Perhaps, was it her place to attempt to open his perspectives in pursuit of his taboo desires. Was she just a traditionalist or did she view them as more.

"Sokobie, come forth."

Erika called out to manifest the spirit that lingered inside of her. A peculiar case of a spirit developing from katanakaji but ultimately still hollow, empty. Nothing to imprint on or grow into and evolve. She was a snapshot of her worst aspects and the scarred older woman sucked a bit on her kiseru while shooting an unamused look between the two shinigami, not exactly interested in contributing besides a sneer being shot in Julian's direction.

"You view of zanpakuto is flawed. They grow alongside us but an asauchi is not dependent on the shinigami. They are the most powerful zanpakuto that can become anything, a blank canvas with no name to be written upon. Sokobie was not born from asauchi, she is the ideal which you speak of. I forged her poorly by forcefully inserting my wants and desires into her, and it shows that I wanted a tool. I've caused her much pain in our time together to which I believe she will never recover from."

The vice-captain sighed while waving her hand away, dispelling the manifestation inside of herself from so much of her negativity built upon the concept of a reflection of herself. What she thought would be adequate enough to make a zanpakuto to overcome her own flaws.

"I create swords, of this much you are correct but they are empty. There is no spirit inside of these swords and they will not grow or become anything more than what they were made as. It is almost ironic that through trying to create any kind of sword which you interpret as a shikai - they are closer to the misconception of the asauchi than the asauchi themselves. Shallow and defective."

Erika explained, a little curious if he would be disheartened by this or persist to seek more information about the nature of her katanakaji.

"You are not concerned by the fact that the convenience of having this access may inadvertently lead to less effective shinigami who opt to neglect the zanpakuto that can grow for the convenience of these faux zanpakuto? I can not use a bankai, cannot even say my blades match up to shikai at times. Particularly complex or developed zanpakuto which possess a wide array of scope cannot easily be made."

Having established he was only supplementing the already formed foundation, Erika didn't have concerns about it not being well-meaning but she didn't want his creations to create neglect and convenience which created a situation where shinigami neglected or did not continue to grow alongside the zanpakuto because they have acquired a shoddy copy of another person's zanpakuto.

"Before I am willing to assist in the creation of these empty copies, I would appreciate understanding on the potential cascade effect this could have occur within the ranks of the Gotei."

That is to say, she was hinting that restrictions would be placed on who could access, what specific zanpakuto were made - logistical boundaries for the sake of trying to avoid any of these issues from arising. A smooth running Gotei was her priority after all, if things would disrupt the flow of work and coherency then she didn't tolerate it.

"Good. Then with that in mind, to what end are these meant to take? I must admit though I feel the solution is quite simple, isn't it? To simply modify an artifiical soul and embed it into a vessel of reishi."

Erika did not pretend to be in the realm of all this scientist talk, she was however not brutish or dimwitted when it came to things. It was the most basic simplification of the issue though, and did not consider any complications that might arise.

"My technique is temporary which is why I ask, nothing more than projections rather than anything permanent. I'm afraid it would be incredibly unsuited for what it seems like you are trying to convey."