Learn The Ropes

It was a restless night for Primo he knew what the next several days coming ahead would bring. After learning the basics of Kidō from the captain, next on his agenda is zanjutsu and seeing as there is now another officer that is part of fifth division Senshi Nakajima who just recently acquired the 5th seat straight out of the academy and into this squad. His confidence stems equally farther in zanjutsu than the now third seat Enjiuu “Primo” Kuramoto. Both are like ying and yang when it comes to practicing and performing their own styles in exercises and combat. But together if they can learn to be just as equally good then their expertise for fifth division can help it and the captain along in missions and other things when needed be, so this would be one of those days both of these polar opposites would put aside their differences and try and train a bit.

Waking up one morning since he was well rested and he caught the morning fog breaking over all of Soul Society this would be his only chance to find an opportunity moment to practice since most don’t wake up around the fifth division that he knows of. The smell that comes over the barracks is something that reminds him of his human life when he would smell the fresh bark covering out like incense throughout his neighborhood. “such a pleasant smell,” Taking a hold of his Zanpakutō and removing the sword from the sheathe, Primo finds his spot which isn’t too far from the barracks where a few trees sit off in the backdrop as the compound pretty much has such a beautiful scenery. One could literately fall asleep with these kinds of wonders or train to their hearts content. Primo has mostly up until this point done only one thing mostly, be lazy and chill out under shades of the trees.

Standing in a basic kendo stance called Jōdan-no-Kamae. Primo holds his sword above his head as the tip points behind him. He posture itself is a mixture of having a relaxed grip held on hilt. The other function of the body tends to be lead by either the left or right foot and in this case Primo lets his left foot be this function this time around. He picks an imaginary target just a few feet out in front of him to direct in which he’ll swing into that area. Like water which flows fluidly and endlessly, Primo follows through with this basic stance equally skilled. Stepping onto his left foot as he follows through swinging down with all the force coming from his lower body and up into his chest and arms as it supplies the swing to create what is known as a murmur sound that indicates it cutting into the air. And repeating the same series of moves yet again each time switching his leading foot from the left to right and back again. Primo does this to loosen his body and thoughts up so he can perform more and more basic things afterwards.

The morning fog being so thick it’s quite hard to see him even perform anything, but once you see the thickness of the fog split in two and them reform like nothing gives rise that something is happening. Primo is merely harnessing his accuracy each and every time he cuts the air from that basic kendo stance. Standing off in the distance another takes an interest as he does the same thing at all hours of the day. With his arms folded and held relaxed close to his chest area, the man which can’t quite be made out because of this fog that lay down so thick all over for a period of moments. With a sway of his neck position as if he is doing this to indicate his interest in Primo’s movements being so accurate and fluid.

His shadowy lining lets you know his neck switches and moves from one position to the next. Yet he has not made any moves to Primo he still has not said a word and watches him like a statue set off in the distance. It wasn’t long after as Primo can see the morning fog dissipate away as slowly as it came in. Switching his stance yet again since practicing the first segments for nearly ten – twenty minutes exact, that was when the one watching from a distance simply did not rest in that area at all. He moved yet it was never suggest when he did, like a ghost he moves quietly and unnoticeable for Primo to follow or it can be that Primo knows and simply does not care.

Primo switches into a very unorthodox stance which is a mixture of a basic kendo stance except he moves his sword from each hand in the firing process to further elude in which way the strike will at a target. This would be where Primo’s talents have been told to shine the most. Where he lacks in the demon arts he more than makes up for with his handling of a sword, picking a series of imaginary targets that are only as far as he wants them to be from him. Sheathing up his Zanpakutō as he conceals his weapon beside the left side of him holding it in a relaxed grip of the left hand. Soon as the morning fog has been totally gone from the entire mass areas that covered all of Soul Society like a blanket. The sun came forth and so did another perfect day as it has been lately.

Standing off near a few trees in the backdrop of Primo who was caught up in the moments of practicing his kendo exercises, the shadowy figure before came into appearance of being the fifth seat of squad five. Standing roughly 5’11 with an average built, His entire appearance spoke of fearlessness but then again Senshi Nakajima does not care too much about others and always wears the standard shihakusho uniform with his own variations involved. Having a blue-white trimmed kimono, showing he could have been part of some kind of lineage, with a white sash around his waist. Senshi holds his Zanpakutō securely on his right hip. Another thing about Senshi is the blue centered, white tasseled, cloth headband which is over his forehead, letting the tassel fall over his shoulders. Sporting the regular brown sandals and white tabi socks, Senshi takes a bit of pride in how he tends to take the standard uniform and add his own style to it.

With no words to speak he walks a bit closer to see what his third seat officer is about to do as he is hoping that he turns to see that another is watching him. But to even Senshi’s surprise Primo does not need to turn around sparking nothing to happen and Primo’s eyes close if for a brief moment as he takes a deep breath in as it feels his body up like a balloon. And excelling it out as his nerves are now completely calm and relaxed, stepping out on the tips of his right toes as if arched forward and directive, his sword leaves his guard in such a way it would look as if it floated out and found its way into the clutches of the right hand as he cut out in horizontal approach. Opening his eyes back up Primo nods as felt that movement was a clean one indeed. Standing back up right in a relaxed posture, Primo has always felt something or someone watching him and yet has turn to see whom it could be.

Sheathing his Zanpakutō back up and does the same exact thing yet again. Senshi looked on in surprise as he has never yet seen officers other than captains and vice captains move in that kind of manner before. The speed at which its traveling is nearly too close for comforts to take your eyes off if but for a second.
Senshi’s Hands clinch into tight fists as he had both his arms cross by his chest. This happening gave rise that he acknowledged the third seat officer called Enjiuu “Primo” Kuramoto to be someone to keep notes on.

“IS that all you do is watch like a stray dog hoping to catch something that intrigues you? Or is there something else that I can help you with?” Using a more direct and aggressive tone, the 3rd seat feels he needs to establish his demeanor quickly so that any new face that should come his way knows he is in the middle of his early morning routines of practicing his swordsmanship. And like a month to a flame Senshi holds his tongue and walks closer upon revealing to the 3rd seat that he is not here to spy on him but intrigued by the ways of his methods of training at such early mornings. Showing he deeply can understand and respect the space that is needed by anyone and with that bit he makes his efforts to Primo by way of showing he is only interested in his style and not to cause any type of reason to break his concentration. “Please don’t mind me as I was simply amazed by the smooth and fluid style at which you pull your sword from the sheathe to make a clean cut and re-sheathe the weapon back up is all,”

It took only a mere second to see that he was a part of the squad five as well and Primo resumes his early morning routines but not before he wishes to ask the officer his name, “Please what is your name so that I can remember it next time in the future. I’m Enjiuu but most call me Primo and I’d like you to call me that as well,” Senshi responds with his soft but clear tone back, holding himself with a confidence most wouldn’t expect because he disturbed his training did not mean he needed to act high strung or fidgety. But he still kept his composure much like he did from a distance and so with that entire outlook he carries the fifth seat officer answers back and understands what his third seat suggested prior. “I’m Senshi Nakajima and it’s a pleasure to meet you officially Primo. Hope we get a chance to work together in the future,”