Wind's Calling

Strike

"(Y/n), you need to be careful. Ichigo's been down there with Hiyori for the past couple of days," Lisa sighed. (Y/n) stared at her and held up the erotica she had borrowed.
"You have any more of these?"
"Well yeah but that's not important right now," she groaned.
"Let me fight him," (Y/n) set the book down and got off of the couch carefully, pulling her mask on.
"You want to fight him," Kensei snorted and put his hands behind his head. "If you could keep up with him."
"Be nice to Yama," Mashiro huffed. The green haired girl pouted as she jumped on Kensei's back.
"She's done nothing since she got here," Kensei sniffed.
"I've caught you guys up," (Y/n) sighed softly. "I think that's plenty." She stared down the hole before dropping, leaving the warehouse room for the training room. Ichigo flew past her, Hiyori stopping next to her with a flip flop in hand. "Trade with me for a little."
"He can't keep it long enough," Hiyori sniffed.
"I need to practice with my zanpakuto," (Y/n) shrugged. "It's pretty even." She stared at (Y/n), a coldness in them before they became softer.
"Ichigo! I'm taking a break," she yelled out.
"What," (Y/n) stared at Ichigo as he glared at the two.
"He's all yours," Hiyori put her flip flop back on and slapped (Y/n)'s back. (Y/n) took that as the go ahead, launching a bit too hard as a rush of adrenaline filled her. Ichigo barely avoided the blades as they slammed into a rock past his head, shattering it. He was on his feet, bolting a second later to avoid another strike.
"You're all crazy," Ichigo yelled.
"You're training me, Ichigo," (Y/n) stated. He flinched, his eyes widening as she lifted the visor for him to see her face. The rest had left the training area to the two of them, they didn't have to know as long as she got him to stay quiet. No one did. "I need to practice with my zanpakuto and you need practice with your mask."
"(Y/n)," he gasped.
"Get up," (Y/n) snapped. She pulled the visor back down while dropping one of the blades. He was the one to launch an attack next, his oversized zanpakuto being met by hers. He was fast, someone that would be even a challenge for her shunko. She let it slide part her down the blades still connected, using the hooks to throw him back.

Ichigo panted as he strained against the hold he was under, (Y/n) panted as she struggled to hold him there. "Mask," she ordered. Ichigo forced his hand up, the mask forming on his face as (y/n) tried to adjust the strings to the different reishi again. Ichigo managed to break them, coming at her angrily. (Y/n) swung, the hooks grabbing the mask as she spun and tore it from his face. The mask shattered by the entrance to the training area, barely missing Hirako as he stared at the broken pieces.
"I see it's going well," he called. (Y/n) stared at him and he motioned out of the entrance. "You're needed up there and you're reaching your time limit." (Y/n) sheathed her blades before subtly motioning for Ichigo to stay quiet, his eyes wide as she walked away. Lisa was at the top as (Y/n) pulled the mask off with a bag in her hands.
"You have to help the other soul reapers while you're here, right," she asked quietly.
"Have there been sightings," (Y/n) grunted a bit as the bag was thrown into her arms.
"More than normal," she nodded. "And we don't need any of them coming here, you get that right?" (Y/n) gave a small nod and looked into the bag, her face going red at the books inside.
"I'll bring them back," she nodded before putting the bag over her shoulder.
"Those are the ones I have two of," Lisa waved her hand dismissively and (Y/n) hugged her tightly. "Don't know why you're reading up on that stuff but knowing you someone sparked your curiosity."
(Y/n) quickly let go, her face pink as she made her way for the door, "I'll be back later!"
"Don't come back," Kensei barked. (Y/n) narrowly avoided running into him, dodging put the door and down the street. There really was a lot of spiritual pressure raging throughout the city and she stopped when her phone went off.
"Hello?"
"Where are you," Rangiku was panting on the other end.
"What's happening," (Y/n) pushed off the ground, standing in the air.
"A hollow can multiply. We need help with it," she replied.
"Doesn't sound like a simple hollow," (Y/n) muttered. She began to search, scowling at the spread out group. "The most I can do is pinpoint the stronger points for you. I've trained myself into the ground today."
"You and Renji," she sniffed. "If you can pinpoint them then stay on the line for me." (Y/n) rose herself higher to see the entirety of the town, feeling at whatever pressure she could find and relaying it to Rangiku. She tilted her head as some vanished into nothing, a scowl forming.
"You're losing some," (Y/n) replied slowly. "It's like they're vanishing."
"You've noticed that from where," she asked.
"The sky," (Y/n) replied. "They're spiraling though. From the pattern of their disappearances they're converging."
"You're actually good at your job," Hitsugaya sniffed.
"Captain," (Y/n) jumped, gasping out and nearly dropping the phone. "Sir, I didn't realize you were on the line."
"Whatever training is going on better be important for you to skip out on your duties, Yamamoto," he snapped. "Gather up. Show us the pattern you saw." (Y/n) pinpointed the two, flashing as quickly as she could to meet them.
"(Y/n)," Rangiku skid to a stop next to her, Hitsugaya stopping from up ahead to stare.
"Submit the pattern to the research department. They can track it better from the labs," (Y/n) took Rangiku's phone, editing the map of town with what she felt. "And by all means, Captain. I am not slacking on any duties."
"Your equipment is so out of date," Rangiku grabbed (Y/n)'s phone, flipping it open and closed before comparing it to the one she had with her. "Did you use this to track them or were you at Urahara's?"
"Neither," (Y/n) snatched the phone and waved it a bit. "And this isn't like yours. It's human technology."
"Third seat Yamamoto (Y/n)," Hitsugaya snapped. She turned and faced him as she watched him study her. "Where is your shihakusho? That isn't your uniform."
"Captain," Rangiku muttered. (Y/n) glared at the small soul reaper, his own sharpening in reaction.
"Does the uniform make the soul reaper," (Y/n) asked slowly.
"It's our pride you're mocking," he snapped.
"I'm sure the pride I don't display is very much upheld by the other soul reapers," (Y/n) stated. "And this way, no one who can see us thinks anything other than 'is she filming a movie or something' in place of 'I've seen those clothes before'." He stepped up to her, grabbing her collar and wrenching her down to his eye level.
"You may have cleared any suspicions with Captain Soi Feng but you haven't cleared mine," he hissed. (Y/n) flinched and grabbed his wrist, willingly moving lower to his height.
"Is this really the time, Captain? Or are you just frustrated," she pushed a smile to her face. It was his turn to flinch, the grip on her collar faltering in tandem with his expression. "Trust me, Captain, I know what I look like to many of you. Believe it or not, my grandfather wanted to execute me not even a month ago. So forgive me if that so called pride you have can't be found on me."
She pulled away as he stared, a glare no longer on his face as she dusted her jacket off. "Keep your suspicion. It's healthy."