The Summer Moon [Fuuen, Hisana]

It was not very often that she had a student approach her. She found ..... no end to the fascination she felt for her own students. To see these small fledgling things. And to see them forged in such a different kiln than those that hollows were. Her own fascination was matched only by that which seemed to be laced within the students themselves. But alas, fear and suspicion was......something of a factor. While many Students clearly held questions, not as many were so willing to approach even the soft, gentle woman that had become such a rare thing among the Shino academy staff. And so, there was a mote of surprise on her face when she noticed one of the students approaching her. Her brows raised, a look of earnest surprise written as she spotted him.

"Ah, can I help you with something?" She asked, that gentle smile promptly set in place. Though it did pause when she made note of the gravity of the man's question. This wasn't a simple question that she usually received. Little things about Hueco Mundo, or about hollow...quirks in general. This was ....quite a specific question, and she took a moment to look the young man over. ....Oh! She perked up. What an interesting smell. The scent of shinigami..... but also. He was a plus. Frankly a bit fascinating. She had no idea that such was something open to these spirits.

"Hm. I'm not quite sure. I'm aware that a zanpaku'to is capable of konso. And thus, alleviating that sort of situation." She decided not to ask why it was that he abstained from such a thing. She knew the fear of such things. Moving on.... Hollows fled a blade, even if they knew it meant Salvation. Death was nothing to be feared, it is something that was.....freeing. And yet, even she herself..... was ....afraid of what would happen if she were cleansed. And she knew that such a notion might be intense for a plus such as him. Among many other possible reasonings.

She softened, that smile turning understanding, before she looked a bit more serious and thoughtful. "Hollow Reiryoku is inherently infectious. I suppose it would depend on the type of contact. The most dangerous of which of course would be exposure to their direct reiryoku, or just prolonged physical contact. If they are anything akin to Arrancar or normal Hollows." She noted softly. "From what I understand, a Vizard would be much less dangerous than say, an actual hollow, their reiryoku's....smell, doesn't usually match up much with a hollow without their mask on. Though it's still there. I suppose it would also depend on the Vizard. Different hollows have varying levels of infectiousness. But...I would say the risk certainly isn't entirely absent, to be on the safe side of things." She offered a nervous smile.

"If you're a bit anxious about some of the ...other students-" She was well aware that there were a good couple vizards among her students. "I wouldn't worry too much unless you were actively being exposed in those ways." She paused, and then ....took on a bit of an understanding look as it ...occured to her. Ah yes... the students, especially some of them, seemed very .....energetic, especially toward one another. It was entirely possible that he was perhaps ..... very familiar with one of the other students. Hmm. "If you don't mind me asking. When was the last time you checked with your chain of fate? You seem to be the free-roaming type. Was your chain of fate severed? How often do you check on it?" She ventured.

Hisana nodded lightly, pleased to hear that he had been keeping a proper tab on his particular chain of fate. Though it was ......interesting to say the least. Curious.... She took a moment to think about the situation, before ultimately, she spoke up.

"I see. That's certainly reasonable. From my experience, and .....what I've learned from others. The chain of fate is connected to your emotions. It is not a simple anatomy of the soul. It is an attachment that keeps you tethered and away from the soul society. It wouldn't be too far fetched to imagine that your mental state is connected to your chain of fate. Pluses who are particularly agitated, either physically or otherwise, tend to erode faster. It may simply be that your mental state is static enough that you can maintain it. Although.... if your memories are starting to fade. That may have other effects. After all, it is also your attachment that connects you with your chain of fate. So....if your memory begins to fade, that may also effect your attachments to the world of the living. Alrhough, it MAY also be the simple fact that you aren't spending TIME in the world of the living that may be helping. After all, the chain is to resist the pull of your soul toward the afterlife." She paused.

Certainly this seemed to be an interesting case. And she let her mind.....wander. Sorting through memories. Of varying...horrific nature. The sorts of things hollows would do to these things. It was interesting to see one so ...resilient. "If you do not mind me asking. What ....exactly was it that kept you from moving on?" She asked. An important question. He had mentioned that he was starting to lose his memory. There was no doubt he would KNOW the reason. HE hardly would have been able to resist returning to soul society without one. That reason was what would be the anchor of his chain of fate. However....if he could not remember it. Then that would certainly be grounds for concern. And a sign that that attachment might be decaying.

It was.....interesting. Watching as the young man took his time to consider her words and advice, as well as take a moment to fully construct a solid answer to her question. And ....what an interesting answer indeed. So it was his mastery of swordsmanship that was what anchored him. That certainly explained his ....mobility. But then.... She eyed his chest for a moment. As if to catch some sight of a hole. That was..... a nebulous reason. But also.... it sounded like a potentially consuming one. One rife with ambition. A 'perfected' sword style was subjective to say the least. At the very least he didn't.....seem consumed in his ambition. But that was it wasn't it? She imagined and thought about her own memories. So many of them.

But .....the ones that felt most.... 'Her'. She tensed slightly, and almost instantly looked to the side. The sight of a mother's sad....accepting face. Her eyes misted for only a moment as she pushed back the memory. She had imagined that it was something more....concrete that had allowed him to persist. But how strange....why HADN'T this regret consumed him? Even more dizzying. Here he was. IN the afterlife realm, and quite separate from the world he didn't want to move on from. That he wanted to pass something down before moving on. What true difference WOULD there be in him simply becoming a soul?

Alas, THIS was where her expertise ended. She had no idea what happened when you moved on, especially when you were already IN soul society. She supposed....it would be akin to her own fears about being cleansed. A big ol question mark.

]color=slateblue]"Interesting."[/color] She let her gaze shift back to his face and she offered a gentle smile. "At the very least, you seem to be doing alright. I know a couple of the other students are Vizards. And I wish I could give a more concrete answer... but for now, I would simply keep track of your chain of fate. It's.....possible there may be some corruptive effects. But I can't imagine that would be anything but a result of intimate contact of some sort. Unless your classmates have a tendency to bite." She chuckled. Indeed, a bite was really the only USUAL way to get hollow energy IN you outside of one with a highly corrosive touch.

"If you don't mind me asking, how do you feel you've progressed in this .... progression of your swordsmanship? When you look at the progress you've made. How do you feel?" She asked lightly. Mainly she was sniffing out for any negative emotions surrounding it. Those, after all, tended to be the roots of encroachment.

Hisana nodded lightly. In truth, there was only so much one could glean from a question, but he certainly seemed earnest enough. It was a little bizarre that a man od his years had not strayed. Truly he was a man of willpower to have lasted this long, and she smiled a bit to herself as she could only imagine what that willpower had garnered him in the pursuit of swordsmanship.

"I'm happy to hear that. Certainly I would very much love to see your swordsmanship some day. I have certainly been intrigued by the Kendo instructors since cam ehere, but a unique style made by one of my very own students does sound thrilling to see." She hummed, and then lightly bringing a knuckle to her lower lip thoughtfully as she thought back through the ages of her own run-ins with sword-bearing types. Well, the seldom few who wielded them with style. Certainly that wasn't really in her OWN cards to learn such things. All the same, it was an entertaining thing to see.

"In any case, I hope that my advice helps you in some way. and thank you for coming to me with this. Its always nice when a student of mine feels comfortable enough to come to me for these issues."

Hisana had to admit she was....torn when she herd his description of his sword style. Aesthetic appeal? A certain part of her quite liked the idea of that. A magnificent flourish of steel that would be something akin to art. But another part of her was..... worried. A slight concern fro her student in the pursuit of an aspect of swordplay that would be perhaps not as advantageous in combat. But then, he HAD noted that he hadn't perfected things quite yet, no she was sure that the young man wouldn't JUST affix to such a frivilous aspect of combat if it were not effective as well, yes?

In that mixed vein, she found herself even MORE curious to see these demonstrations in action in the future. Although she also wondered, fleetingly to herself. A thought passing her mind as he continued to speak to her. She smiled that same gentle smile and chuckled softly.
"I certainly look forward to seeing it. My time in Hueco Mundo has left....very little in the way of beauty to be seen. At least....not a conventional sense of beauty. So seeing a weapon style dedicated to the art certainly piques my interest." A pause.

Watching as the young man seemed to consider something, before finally voicing his apprehension. "Of course not, you can feel free to ask me about these things any time you wish once classes are finished for the day. In most cases regarding hollows an arrancar, I at the very least am confident I should be more helpful." She noted with a sheepish smile. Indeed, his question regarding vizards felt as though it were one fo the few times her knowledge on hollows was incomplete. Among her own, and the countless memories she had ....acquired over time. Rarely did those memories involve vizard. It seemed even she had things to learn here.