[x] Report the attack
[x] Socialise:
-[x] With Chise [Free action]
-[x] With students in general
[x] Train on your own time:
-[x] Zanjutsu
[X] Picture 1
"I'm afraid that without further evidence, there is very little we can do Cadet. You haven't even provided any testimony as to your attackers' identity, only to their clothing!" The Commandant says, his voice harsh and cultured. You grit your teeth at the answer provided.
"But-" You begin, only to be cut off.
"That is ENOUGH! You will return to class, and will not bother me with this matter again! Is that understood?" He shouts, and as he does so you feel the sheer power of his reiatsu - his spiritual aura. You barely manage to nod, bow, and leave his office without collapsing.
You stand in the hallway, your breathing strained. So that was the power of a real Shinigami, you think to yourself. The kind of power you could wield some day.
You shake yourself and stand back up. There was no use dreaming of power, when there was practice and learning yet to do. You didn't actually have class right now, but you knew that the seventh training hall was open to all students during the day, and that many students went there to spar and train their zanjutsu in their off hours.
And, to be honest, that sounded like exactly what you needed to work off your anger right now. You angrily marched down and out of the central building of the Academy and continued right over the grounds til you reached the training hall. It was strictly regimented by year level, though with the approval of an instructor one could spar against a student from a higher year level.
You entered, and headed over to the section for first years to practice with their real blades - the targets here had been enchanted to restore themselves after being sliced to bits. Drawing your blade, you took up your stance and began to attack the target using all the basic, formal strikes you knew.
Each of them began to chain together, one flowing into the next like water down a slope. Your current training and supernatural insight combined, as you executed the basic training with a grace that few other first year students could muster. You spend perhaps thirty minutes on this, then after having worked up a light sheen of sweat you sheath your blade, and head over to the stands from which students could observe sparring matches.
You spotted Chise amongst the throng of students sitting in the stands, and that she's saved you a seat. You join her, and turn to speak to her.
"So why are like, half the student population here again?" You ask her, having forgotten after the events of the past two days.
"Didn't you hear? Two students in their final year are going to fight. People are saying that Hosoda - the one with the red hair - has unlocked his Shikai!" Chise replied.
"Woah - don't you usually have to be, like, a lieutenant to have one of tho-" You begin, only for the fight to start and call all of your attention. The two students move like blurs, blades whipping out in a rush of sound. They clash in the centre, sparks flying as their zanpakuto fight for dominance. You can feel their casual, raw power even this far back in the stands, and it might even be stronger than the Commandant's.
They flash-step away, their technique good enough to render the sound merely extremely loud, rather than deafening. Then it's over in a second clash, and Hosoda's the victor. His opponent yields, Hosoda's blade at this throat, and the two bow at one another with smiles on their faces. The crowd begins to disperse, whilst you and Chise follow the rest of the first years back to their section of the training hall.
The two of you chat to the group milling around, as social divisions mostly fall away under the power of gossip.
"Did you see that flash-step!" One student said.
"Hosoda's gonna graduate straight into a Fourth-seat - no man, it's really true!" Another says.
"I gotta tell you, Zhang, Hosoda is a money making machine for me. People keep betting against the guy!"
The group conversation continues on like this for quite a while, until it's time for dinner. You and Chise are in a relatively secluded part of the massive dining hall, enthusiastically devouring your food. It might be ow quality junk compared to what most of the nobles were used to, but it was good, solid Rukon food. Which surprised you, really - you'd expected something more refined.
Hosoda walked past your table, smiling at various female students. His plate was empty, and he seemed to be headed back to get more. Then he stumbled, dropping his plate as his hands jerked. Before the plate had the chance to hit the ground, his chest exploded. Blood and shattered pieces of bone flew out, spraying you and Chise; as well as half a dozen other students.
A sudden silence came over the hall, for but a moment. Then came the screaming, and one particular classmate of yours - a noble brat, with an entitlement complex the size of the Seireitei - marching over to you.
"WHAT DID YOU DO, SCUM!" He shouted, pointing squarely at you. His hand was at his blade's hilt, and you felt a chill go up your spine. You're fairly certain you'd seen people die at some point in your life, and you'd delivered a fatal blow to one of your attackers, but nothing like this.
"Not a fucking thing, so why don't you just leave me alone for one fucking second you pampered, inbred, ignorant piece of shit!" You shout, letting all your anger and fear and suprise out all at once.
"Take your words back, mongrel, or I shall ensure you issue no more of them." The noble said, very quietly. All the nearby students seemed to have gathered in a circle, ready to watch whatever went down.
[x] Double down - don't give this guy the satisfaction, and you think you can take him
[x] Attempt diplomacy - try to smooth over the situation.
[X] This guy just exploded and your first instinct is to find someone to blame?! And the rest of you just stand here and watch?!! Forget your fucking prejudice or stupidity or whatever, somebody call a teacher or a medic or something
"I'm afraid that without further evidence, there is very little we can do Cadet. You haven't even provided any testimony as to your attackers' identity, only to their clothing!" The Commandant says, his voice harsh and cultured. You grit your teeth at the answer provided.
"But-" You begin, only to be cut off.
"That is ENOUGH! You will return to class, and will not bother me with this matter again! Is that understood?" He shouts, and as he does so you feel the sheer power of his reiatsu - his spiritual aura. You barely manage to nod, bow, and leave his office without collapsing.
[x] Attempt diplomacy - try to smooth over the situation.
Not really expecting it to be resolved, but let's see how it goes
And given that he's a noble, we'll almost certainly be asked to provide 'compensation' of some sort — thats when we'll beat his face in
It's also really amusing that the noble thinks we just casually exploded a senior and is still threatening us.
