A scuffle broke out amidst the black demon trainees, a girl at the center of it, swinging her weapon with some zeal, teeth bared in aggression, heaving left and right with her bow, power crackling around her, her speed increasing with it. Kureto was sure that was a bow, but she was utilizing it as a double bladed sword, the curved ends wickedly sharp. Already, most of her assailants had been slashed and sent running, their attacks not enough to slow her and her demon down, especially when she manifested her weapon's true function, arrows whipping through the air, blowing back her opponents. A particularly spirited boy engaged in actual battle with her for a few moments, his mastery over his demon allowing him to hold in the face of her raw talent.
A few trainers were shouting as they ran to the group, but Kureto stopped them with a quick word, walking towards the situation with his sword already out, jumping to stop the brutal blow the girl was prepared to land on the boy who'd stood against her. When their blades clashed, she'd seemed rather surprised, especially when he slashed at her next, driving her back, sending her skidding along the smooth floor. She loosed arrows from her outpost away from him, though he was able to knock the projectiles from the air with relative ease.
With a burst of speed, she was right back in his face, whirling her blades so that they almost sunk into his neck. Kureto had already moved of course, grasping the slightly blunted part of her bow, yanking her in as she tried to bounce away again. She was unwilling to give up her weapon, so he achieved his objective with relative ease. He brought his forehead down on hers, effectively knocking the smaller woman out, dropping her immediately to the floor.
Kureto snapped at his attendants, and they picked her up, wavy hair finally out of her face, enough for him to get a clear view of a surprisingly pleasant face, full lips parted, relaxed finally. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't this.
"How did this start?" He asked the group as soon as she was away. "What is her name?"
"She - her name's Miyasato - couldn't take a joke, sir," was the quick retort, from a male holding a bloody shoulder.
"No more jokes then, I think. Especially if you can't defend against one person."
Kureto followed after his attendants, watching the girl for a moment, bold eyebrows bringing constant conflict to her oval face, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, all combined with a light brown skin tone. He was rather enthralled by her looks, never mind her talent, though that idea was heavily reduced by her apparently fierce nature. It was always more fun if the girls he chose to put under his heel were as undisciplined as she was, personality untempered by military life.
Kureto Hiiragi looked forward to trapping her under his heel.
When she woke up, she was made to do laps, the punishment not severe enough in his eyes, so he decided to take her reconditioning into his own hands. On paper, he was handling a correctional duty, stopping any of her fellows from pressing charges and getting her expelled from her unit and the military. Since he was a high ranking official, he was allowed to handle this alone, and she was required to come to him for two hours after dinner instead of having those 2 hours after dinner to handle her chores and socialize.
She stood in front of his desk at that time, looking rather pissed, her uniform flattering her body type, weapon on her back. Kureto paced around her, taking her weapon from her, seeing her tense up as he did, and he couldn't help but let a slow smile rest on his face. He guided his hand over the length of her bow, testing the sharp endings, how the blades seemed a bit like sickles, the entire aesthetic of her weapon brutal., jagged, and terrible.
"Crude weapon, it seems. Just like it's holder."
"What are you implying?" she asked, teeth gritted, glaring at him out of the corner of her eye, chin tilted regally.
"I'm saying you're a rather crude woman."
"Why should you have space to talk? You are a Hiiragi, controlling everything." Her feral tongue made him think of Guren.
He glared down at her. "Don't dare speak to me like that."
"Sorry, sir."
She dropped her gaze, stared at her boots on the floor. He brought an edge of her bladed bow to her neck, watching her shiver at the touch of cool metal, stoic in the face of his intimidation. But he wanted to see her submit, lean into the pain a quick nick might give, fearless.
"How did you progress at all with your mouth?" Kureto asked, reached for her chin, running his thumb over her bottom lip., and her breath hitched, eyes wide at the touch he administered. "Never mind that, of course, I can help you be better, faster, stronger, if you just obey me entirely."
"You might be my Commander, sir, but I'm my own person."
She'd be his, fuck her own person. Kureto knew talent without obedience could be rather dangerous in the long run. He wanted to break her, and make her whole again singularly, have her begin and end with him.
A disarmingly soft smile curled his lips, and she stepped back finally, Kureto speaking to her in his normally cool tone, "Laps for thirty minutes, and you'll spar with one of my subordinates, Ichinose, I think."
"And for the last hour?"
"Cleaning."
"What?"
"Cleaning my office, and then, if you have time, how about another high ranking official's office, preferably one you've annoyed."
She glared at the gray stone floor, teeth gritting, "I'm a Soldier in the Japanese Imperial Demon Army, and you would like me to clean? I have a black demon series weapon on my back, let me do something moderately helpful and appropriate to my station-"
"Which is now a station under me, do you understand that? I'm your direct superior for the time being, and I set the rules, the punishments, everything, and you'll follow all of them to the letter, or be expelled from the military. Besides, being my subordinate could be rather fun for you."
Miyasato (seeing as he only knew her by her surname) flinched, crossed her arms over her chest, nodded once, allowing herself to be pointed out of his office, and out to the field, in clear view from the windows. For thirty minutes she ran continuously, bored expression holding, though sweat soon shone on her forehead. Kureto watched her rid herself of her military shirt, tight short sleeve shirt revealed as she continued her laps, blissfully following his orders. And when Guren showed up, Miyasato stopped, picked up her weapon.
Guren turned to Miyasato. Kureto made sure to watch the sparring, how Ichinose was almost always on the offensive, Miyasato driven back continuously. The tides shifted when that ominous power grew around her, shadows whipped up in the wind, and her speed increased tenfold, slicing through Guren's uniform. He slipped back, and a small explosion blew her into the air, though she managed to aim and fire on Guren, dropping to the ground with a roll to carry her through, chest heaving suddenly. It seemed the toll of running and now a serious bout was being extracted from her stamina.
But she maintained her speed, dodging spell tags that exploded around her, slashing Guren again, though he managed to clothesline her in the next instant, sending her rolling in the dirt, sword at her throat as she started to rise. She brought her weapon up to deflect his intentions, slicing forward again, and Guren engaged her sword to bow, successfully defending himself as a manifestation of his demon rose, cleaving her shirt half open (of course), pointing the tip of his blade at her heart.
Miyasato glared at Guren, defeated where she stood on the sweeping field. Ichinose looked too smug, sliding his sword back into its sheath, and turned to leave the yard. Soon enough, he heard the door to his offices open. He turned to the only man that'd turned down his invitation to join him in his quest for power.
"Are you here to annoy me?" he asked.
"To a degree, yes," Guren murmured, shrugging, watching Miyasato pick herself up from the yard again.
"Why did you come up to my office, then?"
"Because it's been awhile since you've tried to fuck someone," he spoke with a growing smile, pointing at the window with his finger as best he could at Miyasato.
Kureto bristled, glaring at the man. "what the hell are you going on about?"
"You did the same thing last time."
"You don't know the last one-"
"That little redhead flexible girl."
"Okay, that's not-how do you-look, get out, please, I don't have to entertain you just because you put yourself in my vicinity."
Guren allowed himself to be herded out of his room, speaking all the while, "Don't deny you're not doing the same thing, you always get close through military connections and then get caught fucking their brains out over your desk, it's a human thing, it's okay, Kureto, just fucking embrace-"
He slammed the door after one of the most annoying people he knew.
The little redhead flexible girl had been fun anyways, though she'd gotten too clingy, and steadily less attractive, so it hadn't worked out. Miyasato wasn't showing any signs of receiving the same fate, and he watched her interact with Guren Ichinose, the girl laughing at something the man said before they began the bout. Kureto sat back at his desk, waiting for her to walk back in through his door, and she did soon enough, stomping instead of showing some respect. At some point he was going to have to curb that habit.
"Cleaning next?" she asked, striking a pose that he was sure Guren had taught her, hand on her hip, glaring at him with those perpetually darkened eyebrows. "Or I could go out, pull a quota for the Four Horsemen of John, which might teach me something-"
"Tomorrow."
She perked up, hand dropping from her hip, believing in him rather quickly. "Promise?"
"If you clean properly now."
"Yes sir."
Giving her something she wanted was an easy way to get something mildly productive out of her, had her bobbing around his office with a kerchief over her mouth, spray in one hand, towel in the other. The kerchief was rather melodramatic, but at least she was attempting cleaning, without the surly act he was sure would've been in full force had he not promised to put her out in the field. Kureto wasn't going to make it fun, of course, had looked over the maps that indicated clusters of Horsemen usually too big for two people to try at, thought he didn't think they'd be a challenge for him if he ever decided to help her.