With A Pop and A Grown (Open)

Jojo popped her neck and groaned. This was another day at the stinking academy and she had nothing she could do but train. Her reflexes needed her to train, she had nothing else to do and she certainly needed something to pass the time. "How bored can I get? This is already the third day and I am already top of class, ahead of everyone in this school, and I just can't be ready for anything but boredom!?" This depressed her immensely but she did stand up and practice some intense dance styled moves with her acrobatic style of her sword.

"Swing left," her sword swung to the left tightly, "upward swing to the right," Upward in a diagonal formation to the right. "Stab forward!" And then with a lunge she stabbed forward. Repetitively she drilled this sequence to her fighting style. She was an acrobatic fighter and she didn't know why her reflexes were so good, nor why she was so great at what all she did in the first place. "So... God... Damn... Boring!" She finally used so much pressure that her boken practice sword she was using broke when hitting the training dummy. She then sighed as she went over by the night fire and warmed her body up.

Yuriko wasn't exactly sure what made her come out to the sparring grounds this late in the evening. Her classes had been concluded several hours ago and by all means she should have retired to her room already but she felt like there was some reason she should be here... and a sudden rush of spiritual pressure told her she'd found it. It wasn't an overly powerful wave of pressure, sure it wasn't like anything Yuriko could muster but it wasn't anything more potent that a swift sock to the stomach. A moment later and she was to her feet, finding herself staring at a woman looming over a small campfire.

Yuriko wasn't sure who this woman was exactly, not that she was the most social of all the students, in fact she was the opposite of that, but she at least made herself familiar with the many faces of the students so she could remember who to stay away from. The girl was about to turn and walk away when the strap on one of her sandals snapped and caused her to trip, falling face forward onto the ground. She quickly scrabbled to her feet, looking to she if the woman had noticed her. Unfortunately the woman's gaze was directed straight towards Yuriko, either squinting due to annoyance or simply to see passed the light of the fire, she wasn't sure but Yurki assumed it to be the former. "S-sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to intrude, you were probably thinking to yourself and I broke your concentration." She hid her face with her sleeve in both embarrassment and in fear of how the older student might react. She bent down to try and feel for her sandal which seemed to have fallen off her foot in the process. Removing her face from the sleeve she noticed it lying a few feet away, at the edge of the light of the fire.

Yuriko hurried over to the sandal and picked it up, the campfire bathing her in the light, showing off her cute features to the woman. Her long pink hair feel down the back of her fifth year student robes. Her light skin reflected the light, showing off her smooth flawless skin. She was short, so much so that her zanpakuto had to be sheathed on her back out of combat else she risked tripping over it. Tucking the sandal in her sleeve, Yuriko looked about and noticed the splintered boken. Whatever this woman had been doing, it was likely a result of her bad mood, in which the girl was not wanting to be the next target of. She bowed her head low before beginning to turn away once more...

Jojo recognized the noise. How many sandals has she herself broken in the past decade? Better yet why did she remember having broken so many in the past decade? Overall one hundred and fifty sandals broken so that allowed her to think that she could also fix them as well so she would see the rambling girl attempt leaving whenever Jojo noticed her eyes shifting to the boken that Jojo had broken due to the outrage of boredom. She was a simple person but for now she would smile and lower her spiritual pressure to a comfortable level. Jojo could tell the robes on the girl were fifth year yet Jojo only wore the regular shinigami gown. In fact she was the only student to do so and that posed questions as well for herself.

Jojo however would stand and walk towards the girl where she would say, "Don't go, your feet will get hurt from a trap I may have put on the ground." And exactly on cue Jojo would have attempted gripping the girls left shoulder from walking into a bunch of small spikes on the ground in front of her. "If you step there your feet will be poisoned with a painful barb poison. Not lethal but highly painful." Jojo said it calmly and would then, if having grabbed the girl by the shoulder, lifted the girl into her arms in that of a cradle to where she then walked her back to the fire to where she would then set the girl down and then sit down perpendicularly from her, "Sandal please," she would ask holding a hand out for it.

Ezrachek Rayone walked in viewing the sparring ground and he was intrigued by the two women. why come here to spar, and then not fight? i don't quite understand...

"Well Hello there. I understand that you are the best of the best, and you care to, I wish to spar with you, no traps, just me and my zanpakuto vs you and yours!"

Ezrachek yelled from the distance careful to not step his foot to any trap that he overheard the women talking about.