Where There's A Hole... [Private]

"You truly have a rock for a head, don't you?" Hannah would state, rhetorical and biting as he asked if she was a Shinigami. As if his Reikaku was wearing a blindfold. He had enough spiritual power to be able to see her reiryoku, which flowed from her unceasingly as it was the way she saw the world. Maybe he just couldn't distinguish?
'Well, he is a man~' Daisy teased, giggling inside Hannah's head.

"Yes, I am a Shinigami. Distinguishing the reiryoku of each spiritual race should be the first thing you learn if you want to get anywhere in this world"

So she was a Shinigami, huh? Well, way to make it sound obvious… no matter how much she knew, she sure couldn’t help but sound pretentious. How much did she expect of him?! Learn? LEARN?!?!? So his Head Master screwed him over by not teaching him what, according to this blondie, was a basic fundament of-

Oh fuck off.

“… W-Who, exactly, is supposed to teach me that? I am working under someone, but they taught me how to fight with my Spiritual Prowess – not distinguish between Shinigamis and humans…” He still tried, but at the same time… Reikaku wasn’t just something visible or tangible. It was spirit. What did her spirit feel like?

It felt like mercury. Dense and flowing, like explosive tar. Filled to the brim with dormant power at her disposal. And yet… familiar. Akira gave him the same feeling.

Mura wiped some dust off of his hakama and was losing his patience. With all that had happened, what now? “I swear, today’s a pile of shit…”

Hannah would shake her head. He was a crude man. But what was she to expect from a man who had been apparently training but couldn't handle one Dune Hollow just because it used to be his friend. Honestly, it was like they had never murdered anyone in cold blood before. Technically Hannah hadn't either, hers was in hot blood. The second time, her own.

"Could have gone a lot worse. Your teacher could be here to see how badly you did using the Spiritual Prowess they are trying to teach you" Hannah replied, shaking her head.

"Do you need help getting back to town?" Hannah would ask, her tone a lot softer now. Like a gentle teacher. Because there was no reason to get so riled up about a guy who didn't know what end of the zanpaktou kido came out of.

… Did she have to say that? No, the fuck, she didn’t. Did she know the first thing about his Head Master? No, the fuck, she didn’t. Did she have to patronize and outright insult him during a time as vile as-

Did she even take any of this seriously? No! The fuck she didn’t!

Mura was visibly weary of everything. Kyuken, the Hollow he became, this woman, everything. He just wanted to go home and… who the fuck knew what he’d do next? “Just let me be… I work at the shrine nearby,” he explained to her, waving his hand to say ‘no thanks’ to her offer. The threat was dealt with for now, so he could at least return to the streets again by his own – especially knowing that the Hollow they just saw was a thing created by his actions.

“Thanks for helping, but… we’ve never met before, have we? I suggest you stop acting like I’m supposed to know everything,” he tiredly rebuked her. He didn’t know exactly how old these Shinigamis became, but that didn’t matter. She had one hell of a holier-than-thou attitude that he just couldn’t deal with right now. He was not, at all, in the right headspace to be patient with people like her.

“Just… go about your day…” were his last words as he picked up torn pieces of his torn shrine haori and ventured back to the torii gateways.