Sparring Fight (Closed)

Area: Execution grounds amongst the top of the hill.
Time: A few minutes past noon.
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The calm spring breeze slid over the mountain like hill, blowing with it the warm moisture of the wet season. From the path leading upwards to the execution grounds, a echo of footsteps slowly rose from the path. The sound of wooden gently tapping the bed of hard rock began to embed the air as a the outline of a figure began to rise into view from the execution tower. A glisten of black hair lit a white glow as the following figure of a body began to come into shape. The breeze blew past the figure, the white coat of a captain blowing off gently to the side as his head turned downwards to the Seretie.

"Well this is quite the view, I suppose I should go a bit higher to see the entire thing." Sonomori said with his saphire blue eyes gazing downwards in a calm inspection. He rose over to the top of the hill, his eyes wandering around to see the figure of a large tower overlooking a cliff. He traveled beneath the large tower of wood, walking directly under the overhead bar of wood that seemed almost like a cross. "Ahhhh, what a view." He said with somewhat of a relaxing tone.

"Enjoying yourself?" The voice of Tenka Inugami rang over the soft wind, his rough, youthful voice intermingling within the wind's soft whistle in the air from behind the man. "You're Sonomori, Captain of Squad 7, right?" He asked stepping over the grass lightly, the soft ground and grass springy within his wooden sandals. "If you do not know me, my name is Tenka Inugami, and I am the captain of squad 13." He explained, as he stood beside the man with a friendly grin. His dark gray eyes seemed unnaturally bright as his blackish, grayish hair swayed in the wind.

"How long have you been here?" He asked, a gentle way of saying "How long have you been dead." "I myself have been here for the past 115 years. I am quite young compared to the others." He explained, adjusting his shinigami robes and captain Haori gingerly. It was pressing up against his skin rather roughly as he leaned against the wood of the cross, and he was slightly uncomfortable.

"Did you meet your squad yet?" He asked as the sun cut through through the clouds rather gingerly, and shining brightly in his eyes. Ignoring it, he got used to light in the time he has been dead. He remembered the days of his life and how much he hated it. So much has changed.... At this thought, he touched the hilt of Hitsubatsu rather gingerly.

Sonomori's head turned lightly over to the man beside him, with someone of a sarcastic tone his voice spread out, "A lot of questions for the new guy I presume." His neck tilted strongly to the side, a lowly toned cracking noise popping out from under his skin as his head tilted the other way and repeated the same motion. "Well, If your wandering how long I've been dead, I believe its around 300 years now, though I'm not quite sure of the date anymore." The calmness of his voice seemed to flow gently on the warm summer breeze."And as for my squad, I have not yet met them. I suppose I should meet them soon." A bit of uncertainty emerged from within his voice. "Though I suppose I'm going to need to show them that I can lead them, don't you think?" He said, letting out a bit of a sigh at the end of his words. The warm breeze picked up as he turned his head back to gaze over all of Seireitei. The sapphire of his eyes almost seemed white in the overhead sun, like a reflective cover.

(I'll start doing longer posts once the speaking intervals are done.)