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[indent][indent]The space around Saishu sped by into lines as he flashed stepped away from his retainer. The retired soul reaper slashed down where he once was, his trident-shaped zanpakuto scraping the earth. Saishu found the spot he had chosen a bit pretentious but it let him show, what Mr. Muten refused to hear. That he had grown beyond his lessons. That he was a notch above even a veteran soul reaper who had been a fourth seat in Squad Seven. Appearing on Mr. Muten's roof, Saishu turned to him with a kindhearted grin before half-bowing to the man.

Muten Kudo, retired soul reaper of Squad Seven, released his zanpakuto and simply stared at the youth who was his charge. There was a great sense of pride swelling in him, so much that it overshadowed the embarrassment of being so easily toyed with. He exhaled a life-full of worries until all that was left was the urge to let, Saishu fly. His aged hand rubbed his caramel dome. His baritone boasted a saint's authority. [b]"You've made your point I suppose. I get it now. With your graduation so close you've decided to stop playing around. Since when did you become so proficient and agile with your flash steps?"[/b]    

Saishu fell to his bottom and swung his legs over the roof. [color=gray][b]"Sheesh, that was so long ago now, Mr. Muten. I can't really recall."[/b][/color]

Muten sheathed his zanpakuto at his hip then joined him on the roof. [b]"Then for what reason did you hold back against me, My boy? Can you answer that?"[/b]

[color=gray][b]"I enjoyed your lessons, Mr. Muten,"[/b][/color] he said bluntly. [color=gray][b]"It wasn't until recently that I noticed I needed to make it clear. The difference between your generation and mines. Graduation is coming up and a certain name has been circling for our class ... Did you know they were calling us the Generation of Geniuses."[/b][/color] Saishu held Chonan in his hand, its sealed blade reflecting his confident gaze. [color=gray][b]"I take pride in that title, even if its a collective one."[/b][/color]

From behind him, Muten touched his shredded sleeve and thought on his [i][b]other[/b][/i] duties. The secrets he held from Saishu. [b]"You [i]are[/i] a prodigy, Saishu. Like so many of your classmates your title is deserved; I would even say Captain Hitsugaya was born a bit early in that respect."[/b] Muten's aged voice chuckled just a tad. [b]"Just don't let the pressure get to you. You'll learn that being a genius comes with a certain burden, My boy."[/b][/indent][/indent]