The Ordinary Peace[Hiroe, Nanashi]

How familiar had this courtyard become? The repetitious pattern of swinging a sword, the meditational process of channeling spiritual energy into a tangible state, the esoteric discipline of attempting to formulate Kido spells. The exhausting grind that followed, the grueling return home after a long day of training and studying. It wasn't all clouds in the sky, though. There were the fair share of peers and friends to rely on and willing teachers. In that sense, HIroe couldn't view all that stuff as negatives.

It was all apart of the perpetual process towards her dream - to join the ranks of the Gotei United. Dreams were often rather difficult things to achieve, weren't they? One could envision their endgame and set the pathway in their mind all they wanted but it didn't draw them any closer to the final stage. There weren't any save files, either. A slip here, a slip there, and the whole process could collapse in on itself.

As such, she had to remain steadfast. Keep on going. Don't let up. All of the usual inspirational stuff one would use to keep themselves motivated. Standing within the center of the ever familiar training ground, Hiroe swung her Asauchi, alternating between unique patterns she had learned during her Zanjutsu studie.

A vertical slash to the right, transitioning a step back to the left to execute a horizontal slash to the left. She repeated the process until beads of sweat dribbled across her face. Stabbing the blade in the ground, she leaned forward a little, observing the blade quietly. If she could learn her zanpakuto's name, she could get just a little closer to the dream.

Turning toward the voice, Hiroe would turn to Nanashi, a curious gleam in her eye as she observed the woman. A fellow student, hm? Sweet! Training was always better with two people in her eyes. Slashing a sword aimlessly against empty space was a fun exercise, but it could get pretty repetitive after a while.

Hm... She couldn't shake the feeling of a confident aura emanating from this pink-haired stranger. A rival? A friend? Only time would tell! Even so, Hiroe couldn't resist the urge to look cool in front of her fellow peer, pulling the sword from the ground as she performed a downward slash, only for her grip to loosen and send the blade flying a few meters away.

Welp, the attempt to look like a dashin' heroine had been dashed. Time to create a distraction. Crossing her arms softly, Hiroe would turn to Nanashi with a bright smile, wiping the sweat from her head.

"Training with someone else would be nice. It can get a little repetitive performing techniques by myself. My name is Miyashiro Hiroe. Nice to meet ya."