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Post by freshstrawberries on Jun 14, 2024 20:02:42 GMT
Whether Ishifude would help Kin past the threshold of her house really depended on how well Kin was doing once they got there. If the shinigami felt Kin would need further assistance making her way through her home then the shinigami would continue with her, if not than she'd say her farewells at the door.
"Hah, I stand at the very edges of what is 'strong' and even that is too boastful by half." Ishifude replied, "But thank you regardless. I'm sure you'd make a fine shinigami and living a full human life will only cement that absolute and guarantee your fate after death. Will you need help once you're inside?"
The young woman could walk, if a little shakily. Her body was acting as if she had just been to the gym for the first time after months of not going and she had done an intense full body work out. It was on the edge of shutting down and the only way to fix it was a hot bath and resting for a few days.
“No… I do n-” Kin started but was cut off as she took a step and tripped, falling face first onto the doormat in the entry way. It was a soft thud as she had managed to outstretch her arms to cushion the blow somewhat. The protective flame spell did the rest of the absorption and prevented any real damage from the fall, dissipating in a whimper of an explosion. The flash of colours fading as Kin lay face first on the floor.
“Yes please…” She muttered, barely able to lift herself up enough to roll onto her back, her legs kicking at each other weakly to push her trainer shoes off. “Sorry, I thought I was fine.”
Post by freshstrawberries on Jul 7, 2024 17:53:49 GMT
Kin insisted she didn't need any help...and so Ishifude let her step forward, watching as the girl fell almost face first directly onto the mat. Sometimes a mild bruise could do wonders in helping someone learn when to just accept some assistance. "Mmm, yes I'm sure you did." A slight smile graced the shinigami's face as she moved to pick Kin up. Although this time Kin was getting hefted over the shinigami's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, a little admonishment for not realizing she should have just accepted the offer.
"Your room is which way?" Ishifude would ask, before carrying Kin to her room at the girl's directions seemingly not bothered all too much by the extra weight.
The young woman was lifted as easily as a farmer would heft a young lamb up over their shoulders, it had been a very long time since she had experienced this form of handling and it both calming and embarrassing to her. She let out a soft “Eep” sound as she was placed across the Shinigami’s shoulders and her cheeks flushed with redness.
“T-top of the stairs…” Kin spoke softly, able to feel the musculature of Ishifude under the robes that she wore. She was a woman of the sword, born and raised to wield it like a shaolin monk would a staff. “First on the left.” The young embarrassed girl spoke softly, she knew her family couldn’t see spirits, but they would easily see her floating up the stairs… it would be best to be discreet in this endeavour.
“Ignore the keep out sign, that’s to stop my younger brother.” The young woman whispered just in case Ishifude was a stickler for the rules.
As the door opened it was a nerd’s paradise, a larger room with enough for a small table to sit on the floor at. Her bed was on the far side by the window and adorned in a Sakura patterned bedsheet. Where there were no wardrobes or draws for clothes, there were bookcases each filled to the point of bursting with manga, anime, collectibles and figurines. On her draws was a TV that had the Game Zone 6 standing proud beside it with a controller nearby. A small desk sat at the end of her bed and on it was a closed laptop that was adorned in magical girl stickers. What wall could be seen was covered in a pastel pink paint and training weights were sloppily covered by an empty gym bag.
Post by freshstrawberries on Aug 11, 2024 19:42:49 GMT
It hadn't even occurred to Ishifude that there was any concern with someone Kin lived with finding it odd to see her floating. Surely if Kin lived with anyone beyond Shinobou then they must know at least something of her talents yes? Thus the shinigami walked quite brazenly through the house at Kin's direction. She did at least move fast so Kin didn't need to worry, opening the door and walking right in as she looked around.
The first thing she was going to do was walk over to the bed and then gently lay Kin down upon it. With that done she'd straighten up and take a proper look around. The various volumes on her shelves certainly seemed to get an approving look, and the figures a curious one. "Ah it warms my heart to see that my student is an ardent enjoyer of the arts. Well then, I shall leave you to recover. We shall meet again soon to continue your lessons."
Kin was lain on her bed and did her best to not let the Shinigami see her face, it was riddled with embarrassment at this badass warrior of the soul who had lived for centuries seeing her childish collections of Shonen and Shojo manga and figurines. This was her private sanctum, a place where she retreated to rest after school and her training.
“Yeah…” She whispered more out of embarrassment than the fatigue she was feeling. “Yeah, please come back soon… I would love to master the sword with you.” Kin said, feebly sitting up, using her arms as a support behind her back now that she was free.
This Shinigami had done a lot to help Kin get a grasp on what she was going to be, she was a catalyst that had awakened her latent power and gave her the medium to funnel it. Ishifude was always going to be a friend to Kin, and a potential rival when she managed to get her own skills good enough to potentially rival the ancient warrior.
“Good night, Sensei.” Kin said, leaning back into the bed, shifting her gaze to the ceiling where a poster was plastered. One of Sailor Moon in a battle pose. It was something that always made her feel safe, even when she was a little girl. Now it was inspiration.