Here I was, about to be killed on my first day of training. See, I have this habit, a bad one, where when I get nervous I shake. Now I'm not talking about a little quiver here and there, I'm saying full on body earthquake. When I'm shaking like that, it's quite difficult to hold on to a blade, let alone any other objects like drinks. I swear I spend more time washing stains out of my cloths then anything else. Anyway, apparently the captain doesn't like it when their students can't hold onto a blade, I couldn't imagine way. To be honest, he didn't even seem like the type to get angry, not with a smile like he had. To catch you all up to speed on why I'm in this hell hole called the Soul Society, I'm going to have to start from the beginning.

Even when I was young I had these nervous fits, and that didn't settle well with highly trained parents who taught kids fighting for a living. I tried as hard as I could, really, but as I grew older the nervous fits got worse to the point where I couldn't breath. By the ripe old age of nineteen, my parents had just about given up hope on training me by themselves. They told me that it would be a great honor to learn at the Soul Society, and that the training would smack that bad habit out of me. Personally, I thought they were just trying to get ride of me. My little sister had just turned 10 and they were all over here training like flies on shit.

Once at the Soul Society I was given my squad, and of course, my captain. It wasn't long before the first lesson began, and as expected, I had the crap beaten out of me.

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"Mishu Okara!"

My body spun around to look at the blond man starting down at me, his head shaking from side to side.

"If you don't want to get hit with the wooden sword Mrs. Okara, you must stop dropping your own sword!"

My eyes looked down at the ground in shame. My body was shaking from head to foot and all I wanted to do was go back home. I wasn't meant to be here, I wanted to be a cook, or writer maybe. Not a rough and tumble killer.

"My apologies Izuru..." I managed to stutter out. "I-I have this problem you see...where I shake...and can't breath...and-." My words were rudely cut off by a sharp, cold chuckle from across the training ground. My Captain. Izuru gave me one last glance, this one with a little more sympathy in it, then walked over to the Captain.

"She's...not doing well sir. It is only her first day though." He paused and took a sharp breath, "She can't seem to keep a hold on her sword."

The Captain didn't bother to look up at Kira Izuru, and instead kept his attention on the book in front of him.

"Well," he began, licking his finger and flipping one of the pages. "If she's can't even hold a sword, kick'er out."

My jaw dropped in dismay. Kick me out? Would he do that? Of course he could do that stupid he's a Captain!

"Please!" I blurted out, stumbling over to the two men. "I swear I'll try harder!"

Izuru frowned deeply and looked over at his superior, waiting for an answer. My eyes darted back and forth between the two before finally snatching a real sword off the table near where my Captain was sitting.

"Izuru!" I said in a voice more high pitched then I would have liked. "I'll fight you, and if I win, may I continue training Captain?" my body shook like an old washing machine. Izuru hastily turned to his Captain.

"What should I do sir?"

For some reason, one I wouldn't find out till later, this rash act of mine caught my Captains attention. He placed the book down on the table and stood up, he was almost 2 and a half heads taller then me.

"You wanna fight to stay'n train?" He asked, a strange tinge of curiosity dripping off his voice. "If ya ganna fight anyone to stay'n train, it's ganna be me."

My blood ran cold. He couldn't be serious, could he? How did he expect me to fight and win against him? I started to shake my head no.

"If not," he said quickly, "I'll have no problems n' kicking ya out of here."

What was I going to do? I couldn't possibly fight him, I'd die. Yet, I could never go home. Not after getting kicked out on the first day. I gulped loudly and gripped the sword in my hands tightly. I saw the blade shaking, and felt myself start to breath faster. I looked up at my Captain, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

This my friends is were we left off. You know, the part where I was about to do. How was I going to beat him? How was I going to win against Ichimaru Gin?