Squad 5 training

In squad 5 there is a large arena simply covered in sand. This is an open arena with nothing inside but sand gates and trees on the outside ring.

Pythia would stand there as he waited for he's young good looking Vice captain. Pythia would stand there with he's full shinigami captain's uniform with he's black hilted zanpaktou.

Pythia had a lit ciggerette on the side of he's mouth and he's hands in he's pockets. He's black eyepatch firmly sealed and he's eye wondering the area to see if he's vice captain would arrive.

The young raven haired girl approached the decrepit looking white fence, surveying the area as she came to a pause. Her expression was lacking interest, painting a flawless picture of stoic boredom over her features. Clad in her black shinigami robes, her usual magenta sash added color to the porcelain figure.

Finally, the girl's gaze zeroed in on a red haired figure in the distance. Hopping elegantly up onto the fence, she balanced her petite figure atop the narrow surface.

"Captain Pythia, I gather?" She inquired, giving him a somewhat scrutinizing gaze. "I am your lieutenant, Murasaki-hime."

This was all said as she stood looking down at him, her long robes only faintly being disturbed from their stillness by a small breeze. Murasaki seemed to issue a silent challenge; standing above a superior officer was one thing, but not giving the slightest respectful bow or honorifics... she simply wanted to size him up.

"Hmmm so your my Vice Captain? Well then when ever we greet we bow to each other in respect, thats what a vice captain does to her superior. Also it's a pleasure to meet you Vice Captain, I am Pythia. I shall be taking over from your last captain."

Pythia took out the ciggerete and blew out some smoke. He flicked the Ciggerette to the side which then put itself out as it hit the sand.

"Now then, jump into the arena bow and then we shall commence training."

Pythia said this with a small smile on he's face as he looked to he's new vice captain.

He spoke eloquently enough- though it bored her. Her eyes followed the cancer stick as it was discarded, narrowing somewhat in disapproval as she assessed the behavior; generally, what it told her was that he liked to self indulge- even in poor habits. She could only ponder what immediate benefit he gained from smoking.

Murasaki turned her attention back on Pythia, lazily stepping off the fence and landing silently, barely stirring the sand beneath her feet. For whatever reason, she felt a little more disinclined to be respectful to people today; the girl suspected her grouchy-ness stemmed from little rest the night before. She'd been pouring herself into research again.

Only bending forward just slightly to bow, she quickly straightened herself again. Murasaki only then noticed his smile and chose to ignore the gesture, unsure of whether it was presented to be friendly or mischievous. Oh well; at least he wasn't hard on the eyes. People that weren't aesthetically pleasing simply weren't worth her time.

A few moments of silence passed as the lieutenant continued to stare lackadaisically at the fiery haired man.

"...Well?" She asked impatiently. "Are you going to show me why they made you captain, or not?" Murasaki subtly jabbed at him with her words to gauge a reaction, her pale lips faintly curling into a small grin as fire seemed to play in her eyes.

Pythia lightly laughed. He unsheathed he's zanpaktou and he distracted her with he's words.

"Very well then I shall show you why they made me Captain."

Pythia unsheathed he's blade and instantly the particals in the air shifted rapidly to make he's blade ignite in a large flame that covered he's whole entire blade. Pythia held he's blade in he's right hand and then swang it so that a large flame whip would launch towards the young girl.

Murasaki's brows raised as she placed her attention on his zanpakuto, watching intently as it seemed to burst into flames. Her grin perked up on one side in amusement whilst the blade lashed out at her in the form of a fiery whip. "A little unwise to use fire in a land of dirt and sand, wouldn't you say?" She commented, one of her feet lifting to step backwards. As it hit the ground, squad 5's lieutenant was suddenly spinning rapidly, only visible as a black and pink blur as she shifted to the left to put a meager distance between herself and the apparently flexible blade.

Spinning so steadily and quickly caused the air and wind immediately surrounding her to be sucked around her body, immersing her in a tornado only the size of her figure. As she gained momentum, the sand was sucked off the ground below Murasaki and into the self-made twister. Although she was buffeted, the intended attack would hopefully prove to be worth it- with a sudden, swift motion, Murasaki swept her elongated sleeves upwards, forcing a large gust of wind propelled sand at Pythia. She aimed to diminish the fire on his blade somewhat with the dirt and sand, as well as hopefully get them in his only "usable" eye.

If it proved to be unsuccessful, then she'd be pissed that getting this ridiculously dizzy was for nothing. Sure, the girl expected her world to be spinning, but it was slightly more than anticipated. Wobbling from side to side, she struggled to maintain her balance, stumbling over towards the fence and grasping one of the pieces of the chipped white wooden structure for support.

"Heh... very true.. you may think that however there are many combinations you can do with the sand when there is fire around."



Pythia sees the dirt come towards he's flames. He makes he's flame snake charge at the dirt then last minute split in two and go around the sides of the dirt. The dirt would hit the metal of he's blade and then slide down and off onto the floor. The Flames would charge up to the vice captain in an attempt to burn her.