The white haired male released a shout, sweat dripping from his forehead. He slashed with Hyorinmaru, sparring with thin air. His moves were like snowflakes, yet one hit would send one spiraling into hell. 

"Hyorinmaru!" He called, and a small storm of ice spikes rose from where he once stoop, to the opposite wall, the male driving the Zanpakuto into it up to its hilt. 

After a while of this, his heavy panting calmed into a lighter one. He took off his shirt, and stood in baggy black pants and a white under shirt. Lean muscle hid underneath; any thought of the small boy being weak completely vanished. He stood still, tilting his head back, chest heaving. For a moment, it was as if he was waiting for something.

"What do you think you're doing?" In a split second, the male was gone from your range of vision, instead you felt a cold sword held to your throat. "Watching a stranger train, suspicious isn't it, Hyorinmaru?" He growled.

You quickly raised your hands up, explaining that you were just passing by when you noticed his passionate sparring. You were suppose to deliver a message from Momoe.

The unnamed male took the letter cautiously, nodding, and lowered his Zanpakuto. "Call me Captain Hitsugaya, no less." He held his head high, slightly showing his pride for his title. "Thanks. You may leave." He turned his back, sheathing the Zanpakuto and opeing the letter, each movement of his arm reflecting pure bone and muscle.


Name: Toshiro Hitsugaya

Age: Looks 13

Personality: He is very mature, hates people insulting his height. He is proud of his title, but humble when it comes to it.

Looks: "Why don't you look up?" He gestured to himself.

Status: "You mean Captain? O-oh, you meant..." He stuttered. "Well, a-a captain is too busy for that..."

Rank: Captain of the Tenth Divison

Zanpakuto: Hyorinmaru

Birthday: December 20