"The Shinigami Academy. I finally made it." Zakito said to himself as he made his way into the courtyard. Among the thousands of other students that filled the courtyard Zakito certainly didn't stand out. He was only six feet tall, which back in his old town of Nagakuro had made him feel tall, but now that he was surrounded by more people than he had ever seen before he felt small. Most people might feel anxious in such a setting, but even though Zakito was a little nervous he was mostly excited.

Zakito had died nearly 145 years ago and had survived as a spirit for over a year running from Hollows and the few Soul Reapers he had seen. However, he was eventually cornered by a massive Hollow and was almost devoured. Luckily for Zakito a Soul Reaper by the name of Tsuta Masamune was able to slay the Hollow with a single blow.
In complete awe of Tsuta's power Zakito asked her what she was. Kneeling down in front of him she told him she was a Soul Reaper and that she was her to take him to the Soul Society. After she performed the soul burial on him he never saw her again, but once he made it to the soul society he was determined to become a soul reaper.
Zakito spent his first couple of months wandering around Nagakuro and was eventually taken in by an elderly couple. In exchange for a roof over his head and food Zakito helped Yumi and Kuroda around there small home with any tasks that they were to old to do themselves. All of his free time was spent on his training by either practicing on the small tree out back with a wooden stick which doubled as Zakito's Zanpakuto or running around Nagakuro to build up his endurance. Now after all his training he left Kuroda's house and began his journey to become a Soul Reaper.

Looking around the courtyard Zakito could barely contain his excitement. Even though he had passed the test with less than glamours markings he was confidant that he would keep getting stronger. Running his hands through his short white hair he couldn't help, but chuckle. This was easily the happiest day of his life.
Pushing his way through the crowds which seemed to be getting thicker by the moment Zakito stopped for a moment to take a breather.
"Passing the test was the easy part compared to getting through this crowd." he said to himself running his hand through his short white hair. Even though he was in good shape and had a somewhat well muscled build, not as muscled as he would like sadly, he was still getting worn out pushing his way through the masses of students. 

[i]Well, I did stay up too later last night...[/i] He thought to himself, [i]Though who could possibly sleep the night before today![/i]

Stepping away from the wall and back into the crowds Zakito clutched his Asauchi as he moved towards the gates. Before he was able to make it too far he heard a student shout out something. Looking over to his right he noticed a girl start to rush forward before falling flat on her face.

[i]Ouch...[/i] He thought looking on as all the other students simply streamed around the poor girl. Of all the things that he lacked he at least had a good balance.

"Hey, need a hand?" He asked as he squatted down next to where she was laying.