His mind wonders for a moment when he went from the young man trying to find strength to the master now needing to impart hard won wisdom. He has never wise although wisdom one of the few things he possesses. His entire life has been submerged in the miasma of war, human and spiritual. He is a man who has taken lives in theathers that she may very well never witness, he has orchestrated the death of worst men than the Quincy.
And yet, this one feels personal. It should not. A soldier must learn to disconnect his feelings from the mission. Yamamoto would know what to do next, what to teach next. Hayden finds himself worried he will not live up to such a name. He does not show that on his face to her, instead his gaze is focused. Steely. Emerald irises that seem unyielding, gazing ahead at something incomprehensible.
“The Gotei failed to prepare the latest generations for war. It has become a force which believes it’s power supreme, unchallengeable. Its fangs have removed, and it has been declawed. The art of war has been loss, it now relies upon the gifted few to carry it to victory.”
His mouth moves as quickly as his brain can form the thoughts. Yamamoto, his generation, the natural born killers whom needed no instruction in war. They were born in it. He knows what he must impart upon her.
He turns his back to the memorial, his tattered robes flowing behind him. He wears no haori, no rank. Just worn robes, not even the dignity of a division. And yet, with each step he grows more reaffirmed.
“I will show you how to fight a war. And all unsavory things required of that. I will show you all the skills I have.”
He does not know if she will amount to anything in this war. If anything the odds are stacked against. She is no great noble, no strange occurence of fate and destiny. No, she’s just a determined foot soldier. Fighting against an insurmountable force. Willing to die.
Good. That’s the same thing he was. Time and pressure; that’s what is required to make diamonds.
While it sounded like he was speaking low of the Gotei, a part in her heart agrees. She despises that. But they were unprepared. The enemy were more prepared than they needed to be. With all of the information that was distributed, did they even stand a chance even if their captains had their bankai? Was bankai such a crutch to the Soul Society that without it we were doomed? It stirred unease in her chest. A boil of anger and sadness.
But she’s a soul reaper. Not a quitter. She trained and studied everything she could to get to where she is. Even as Onmitsukido, her efforts couldn’t do anything against an enemy that defeated captains with ease. There isn’t any amount of her that can pull away from these swirling emotions. Yamamoto wasn’t just any other grunt of the Soul Society. He impacted everyone’s lives. Like now...
This man’s words. His oath of assistance. While Chie was in a force that dominated in secrecy and stealth of battle, he had this feeling of knowing just what it meant to fight a force that pushed every last bit of life out of you. He didn’t seem like someone who would be a front lines of the war as a disposable soldier. She can’t put her finger on it but. She’s willing to trust him.
Chie bows in respect, introducing herself finally. ❝ My name is Chie Ueno, 4th seat of the 2nd Division under Captain Sui-Feng. If there is anything to help me mitigate casualties of war by any amount next time we encounter our foes, I will employ every last drop of it until I can no longer stand. ❞ She finishes, standing back up. The determination shined a fire in her eyes, the glint of a forest green that seemed to match the man she spoke with. She will not back down or let fear take over and cower. Even if she specializes in stealth, regardless of her size, she will make herself to be an asset of her captain, her division, the Gotei, and no less the Soul Society.
❝ Whatever you can prepare me for, I will do it. ❞