Shoske scratched the back of his head, looking at the wooden dumby which was cleaved in two "This is getting me nowhere. I need to work on my strength, not my form" He said to himself as he sheathed his zanpakuto. He looked around, looking at all of the wooden dummies he had cut in half and sighed "There has no be another way" He walked out of the training grounds and barracks, wondering of what he could do to increase his strength. Ofcourse physical training was always an option, but usually took too long. There has to be a shorter and more efficient way.

Suddenly, Shoske came across a man who seemed to be in distress. Shoske silently walked by him, not wanting to deal with the man who was slamming his head into the wall. Probably a Squad 12 member. It wasn't until he saw a tear fall from the mans face that mad Shoske stopped. He walked over to the man who's head was resting on the wall "You know, you shouldn't cry. Us Shinigami don't have the right to cry, we are supposed to be role models and the guardians of the Soul Society. What would a Rukon district resident think if they saw their saviors cry?" Shoske rubbed the back of his head, realizing how rude that could of been "But it's obvious something's wrong, so would you like some help?"