“Looks like I’ve got you all to myself!” The large commander exclaimed, noting the arrival of the apparent Savior of the Seireitei. “Did Renji stay behind? Probably better to train you on your own.”
Ichibei stepped slowly from his palace door, his geta clacking loudly on the stone steps. “And you’re standing, and breathing.” The reaitsu was far to dense for normal people to even breathe here, it was impressive feat.
Considering how he hadn’t had much trouble from the start after arriving at the palace, he didn’t see much of a reason to be surprised. After all, hadn’t he been present when they had all loaded off of that weird cannon thing? Or maybe he was just talking about the fact that he hadn’t been murdered yet by Tenjirō and his death-dealing punch. Either way, it didn’t matter much to him, since it all seemed like customary small talk before things really got serious.
He nodded as his respective hand fell on the Zangetsu at his right hip, still in a bit of shock himself from how quickly everything had progressed. It didn’t even feel like six hours had passed since the time he’d arrived at the Royal Palace, but with an assumed lack of night, he couldn’t quite tell.
“Yeah, they called Renji away for something,” he confirmed, though he really wasn’t sure what that something was. “How exactly are we training?”
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