[ Isamu. Courageous. Heroic. Byakuya doesn't respond or give him any further engagement, gaze gliding over the outside surroundings instead, the walled-in gardens deserted and the small pond still and undisturbed. He should get back to work. In a few hours, he has a meeting with Ginjiro concerning the guard schedules for next week because apparently, there are un-formalized ranks within the Sixth, not encouraged by his grandfather but ignored, rather (which amounts to about the same). Consequently, some people are used to certain privileges, privileges that they won't retain anymore. It will cause clan-wide disruption, Seike has warned him. Certain Kuchikis in the Sixth have been granted preferential treatment.
He detests the mere idea of it.
No, he has little time for idleness. Isamu leaves his presence, presumably aware of his location now and capable of finding his way back. Forward. Whatever he's supposed to be doing. Byakuya, on his part, knows exactly how to walk the path in front of him. It's not a matter of finding the way, it's the fact that becoming lost whilst doing so has become patently impossible. Getting lost, it appears, means having stakes in your life, a goal that matters enough that straying from your path becomes a disadvantage.
He's a captain now. A clan leader. He has Bankai.
And that's that.
Thoroughly uncomplicated, straightforward.
Courageous. If nothing else, Isamu the Servant must have a heart that knows where it needs to go, even if only to finish whatever lowly tasks he's been set by the house. Byakuya's own is a sharp edge now, something meant for war, to protect and maintain order. There's no other use for it. He sighs and runs his fingers across Senbonzakura's scabbard again, mindlessly, gaze tracking the shadows outside and seeing very little else. ]
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He detests the mere idea of it.
No, he has little time for idleness. Isamu leaves his presence, presumably aware of his location now and capable of finding his way back. Forward. Whatever he's supposed to be doing. Byakuya, on his part, knows exactly how to walk the path in front of him. It's not a matter of finding the way, it's the fact that becoming lost whilst doing so has become patently impossible. Getting lost, it appears, means having stakes in your life, a goal that matters enough that straying from your path becomes a disadvantage.
He's a captain now. A clan leader. He has Bankai.
And that's that.
Thoroughly uncomplicated, straightforward.
Courageous. If nothing else, Isamu the Servant must have a heart that knows where it needs to go, even if only to finish whatever lowly tasks he's been set by the house. Byakuya's own is a sharp edge now, something meant for war, to protect and maintain order. There's no other use for it. He sighs and runs his fingers across Senbonzakura's scabbard again, mindlessly, gaze tracking the shadows outside and seeing very little else. ]