Welcome to another chapter of Daisy!

I've been a terrible writer who has been stuck in exams and I'm so sorry for the long wait! Thank you silentprotector, Pewdian and Aowenn for giving me the push I needed to update!

Quick question: Any fans of ATLA here?

OCs appearing in this chapter:

Hinagiku Kobashigawa (11th)

Kida Rini (11th)

Mentioned:

Matsushita Koichi (11th)

Nakajima Shin (Shin'ō Academy)

This story was inspired by a short poem by Julie Martinez:

and if you don't
like me, as i do you;
i understand.

because who would
really choose
a daisy, in a field
of roses?
-Julie Martinez

Chapter 8: The Joy of Paper's work

It is dark. I hate it. I hate this. I hate it. I hate. I hate!

No… I don't. I want to be useful. I don't want to hate. I want to help. I want to serve. I want to fight. I want to see.

I want a lot. I hope that she does, too. But, she doesn't say it a lot. She just hides it. Why does she do that? Why can't she just say what she wants? That would be so much easier.

I know what she wants.

She wants power. She wants a Seat. She wants recognition. She wants to protect. She wants to serve. She wants to feel. She wants to be free. She wants to be reckless. She wants to be childish. She wants to be selfish. She wants… She wants so much… and she never asks…

I will give it to her… the key to all… power.

I will give her power.

Just.

No more dark.

Hinagiku generally found interaction with Captains stressful. But, there was one thing which she found beyond nerve-wrecking: communication with the Captain Commander. Yamamoto-sotaicho was a good man, she couldn't deny that. She had read in her books about the numerous reforms which he had made, trying to form a fair and just community in Soul Society. But, as good as he was, he was terrifying.

If you thought that working under Zaraki Kenpachi made you want to drop to your knees and vomit from the sheer force of his reiatsu, you obviously haven't had the chance to visit the 1st Squad's offices. As soon as you entered there, you could feel it. The feeling of being watched. Every single movement of yours was being followed and if you made a single wrong step, you would be squashed like the bug which you were. Yamamoto Genryūsai didn't flare his reiatsu unintentionally like her Captain. No. He had every intention of making you sweat.

The man was a living legend.

Even her Grandmother, who always had one or other complaint about the Shinigami couldn't offer a bad word about the old man. Hinagiku had met him once before her rebellious enrollment into the Shin'ō Academy. He had been at her mother's funeral. She didn't know how exactly the ancient Shinigami had known her mother, or why he had come to pay his respects, but he had. She had been hiding in the garden, in her mother's favorite spot under the tall trees where the wooden swing had been set up. She could still remember the fresh scent of grass, just watered and the sweet, intoxicating smell of gardenias, her mother's favorite.

Yamamoto Genryūsai had found her effortlessly.

She could still remember the old, wrinkled face appearing from the shadows and the creaky voice greeting her. He had talked to her about origami. He hadn't even asked about her mother. And back then, Hinagiku hadn't really wanted to talk about her mother. She couldn't remember anything from that night. She could only remember her Grandmother's worried face, as the woman dragged her towards the Healing Houses. It was two years later that Hinagiku got her memories from the traumatic night back through her dreams. But, she had managed to get over her mother's death. Well, as best as a child who lost a parent could.

Hinagiku stepped into the 1st Division's courtyard, the sun shining in her eyes. The familiar monstrous reiatsu of Yamamoto-soutaicho hit her square in the chest. He had flared it a tad, focusing on her precisely, she could tell. Hinagiku flared her own mediocre reiatsu, defending against the pressure. It was normal to declare yourself in this manner when you entered the Division. After all, Yamamoto-soutaicho knew all of the reiatsu in the Seireitei by heart.

Hugging the charts to her chest, careful not to crinkle her and Rini's two days of rigorous work, Hinagiku allowed her energy to focus on her waraji and she followed through the manual of Shunpo, as always. Keep calm. Focus. Determine your next step. Breathe. Move. The young Shinigami flew across the expanse of the courtyard, reaching the wooden patio in around ten steps. She took off her waraji and walked the familiar corridor towards the main council room confidently. She knew the 1st Division layout quite well.

You see, Hinagiku was as much of an anxious teenager as anyone sometimes. The first time when she'd needed to visit the Commander's offices, she had taken a map of the compound and learnt it by heart. She hadn't wanted to embarrass herself by getting lost in front of the highest ranked officer in the Seireitei. True, in the last thirty years or so, her memory had waned a bit, but she could still find her way.

Hinagiku didn't need to open the large doors which lead to the main council room. They were open, letting in the warm summer breeze. It carried the scent of fresh grass and hot sun, making the girl take a deep breath as soon as she entered the shade. The large, wide room which she entered with a polite bow was usually used for Captains' meetings, but every so often, the Commander could be found there, doing his work. Hinagiku supposed that that's where the old Shinigami found himself comfortable, without the rush of the busy officers of the 1st Division running everywhere. She could relate.

"I hope that your day has been well so far, Yamamoto-dono." The petite Shinigami bowed in a perfect, thirty degrees angle, showing her utmost respect for the man.

"Setsuko's granddaughter." The old man addressed her, raising his head from the sheet of paper which he had been reading. "You have improved." He told her, but Hinagiku was pretty sure that those were just empty words of comfort. "Does Zaraki have more impossible requests?"

Hinagiku's lips quirked up and she offered a polite nod. "Only the implausible ones, soutaicho-dono." The petite Shinigami waited for him to motion with his hand slightly, placing down the current report which he was going over. He had given her permission to come closer. She climbed the three steps to his current position and handed over her charts, tweaked with Rini's expertise and experience, bowing once again as she did and then moved back down, still as respectful as ever.

The old Shinigami's eyes flew across the page, and then he stopped, looking up. He didn't even open the charts. "Give me a brief summary of the request, Kobashigawa. Only the topics which I need to approve." He told her.

"Of course, soutaicho-dono." Replied the girl with a nod. Her back straightened, her posture becoming stiffly formal and her voice went a bit deeper, as she got rid of her nervousness, going on autopilot. "Due to the fact that the Shinōreijutsuin graduates will be applying for their positions soon, we wish to hold a battle tournament to both promote and re-arrange our Division. The graduates will be allowed to participate, to test their skills or practice, and if they later wish to join, their results will be taken into consideration when assigning their new positions."

The old man's eyes narrowed. "Granted. You know that the matter of Seated officers is the Captain's business, Kobashigawa. What do you need my permission for?"

"We would also like to cooperate with other Divisions, soutaicho-dono." The old man's lips quirked in the corner. He recognized her softening up method very well from his experience with her grandmother, Kobashigawa Setsuko. He motioned once more with his hand for her to continue speaking. "We would like to borrow three teams from the 4th Division with Seated officers, at least two with single digits and at least four with double digits, for treatment on-site. Also, we would like permission from Captain Unohana to be on standby at the Healing Houses, in an unlikely case of serious injuries." She was overreaching and they both knew it.

"I can grant permission for three teams, one lead by a single digit officer and two lead by double digit officers. Nothing more, nothing less." The Captain Commander interrupted her. "You will need to clear it with Captain Unohana, as well. My grant is void if she disapproves. As for her own participation, you will discuss it with her. Next."

"We would also like permission for Shikai and Bankai release in the final rounds of the tournament, to be able to determine the strength of the Shinigami who will be appointed as Seated Officers." Silence ensued. Hinagiku knew that she was pushing it with this. The rulebook of Gotei 13 clearly stated that the unjustified release of Shikai or Bankai was severely punishable. After a few moments, the Captain Commander spoke.

"I will grant that request under only one condition." His dark eyes connected with her violet ones, locking Hinagiku into place. The warm breeze, which had been pleasant until that point, now seemed to rise in temperature, like a firestorm, burning everything in its wake. Hinagiku's skin prickled and she could feel it breaking out in gooseflesh. Her own reiatsu pulled back into her body, almost like armor against the wave of fire which was coming from the Captain Commander. "The release of one's Zanpakutō will only be allowed during the battles for Seats."

"Thank you very much, Yamamoto-soutaicho." Bowed Hinagiku with utmost respect. He waved his hand at her, signaling for her to leave, his eyes glued once more on the paper he had been reviewing when she had interrupted. Hinagiku felt strange walking out without any folders in her arms. It wasn't often that she had a walk without any paperwork to keep her company. The girl stepped into her waraji, her eyes going up to notice the brightly shining sun. It was a warm day. She wiped the sweat which Yamamoto-soutaicho's intimidation had caused and let out a sigh.

Keep calm. Focus. Breathe. And then take a step.

And Hinagiku flew forward.

Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "Wha' the Hell is this?" Hinagiku wasn't even aware of the fact that she lost control of her accent, her Kyoto-ben slipping out. She stared in shock at the numerous posters which covered her usual desk in the 4th Seat's office and the majority of the floor as well. Rini looked up from her spot at the low desk in the corner, which was usually used by their 7th Seat, Matsushita Koichi.

"Zaraki-taicho and Yachiru-fukutaicho sent those earlier." The 15th Seat's lips twitched in amusement. "They worked very hard on them, the greenhorn who brought them had said." Hinagiku was in all honesty too enraged to notice the degree of amusement which was slowly overtaking her friend. Instead, the petite Shinigami bent down, picking up one of the posters and looking it over in anger.

It was a shaky portrait of Zaraki-taicho, hand drawn in a traditional style. He looked fierce to begin with, but the artist had made him look borderline menacing. As if that wasn't enough, there were large letters next to his head and murderous eyes saying: 'Only the strong guys'.

Hinagiku had, in all honesty, expected this. Zaraki-taicho loved the yakuza culture after all, and if this didn't look like a yakuza recruitment or even threat letter, she would stop folding origami. The Shinigami let out a sigh, giving up. She knew that it would be a disaster. Her meticulous planning was going to waste.

"Should I return them?" Asked Rini, twirling her pen absentmindedly. But then, something clicked in Hinagiku's head and gears fell into place. She smirked.

"No." The girl paused and then sprang into action. "Help me out." And she began gathering and stacking the posters perfectly next to the desk. "Go get some more hands. A couple of greenhorns will do."

"What are you planning, Hinagiku?" Rini's eyebrow rose as she got off the cushion and brushed the non-existent dirt off her behind. Hinagiku had a smile on her face as she collected the posters with vigor.

"Ye'll see." Her voice was giddy.

It took three more hours to finish the extra work which she had made for herself and Rini, not to mention five other officers. The 15th Seat had brought them over from their unproductive watch and cleaning duty and made them obey the petite girl. Hinagiku had asked the men to fold their Captain's posters and place them into envelopes, along with a letter of invitation.

While they were doing that, however, Hinagiku had another quest which she needed to complete. She drafted up a request for three teams, approved by Yamomoto-soutaicho that morning, and prepared to take it to Captain Unohana's 3rd Seat, Iemura Yasochika to approve. Then, she had to draft the request for the Captain herself, to formally ask her if she could be on stand-by during the tournament.

By the time she was done, so were the greenhorn officers, the Shin'ō graduates from last year. She then made them dispense the letters among their own Division, each officer getting an invitation, along with sending at least twenty to each of the Divisions, allowing Seated Shinigami from other Squads to participate in their tournament if they wished. The last task for the young ones was to take the rest to the Academy and give them to the graduates chosen by her and Koichi some time ago and then approved by their Captain. There was a small part of her which rejoiced at the fact that Nakajima Shin was on that list as well.

Then had come the difficult part: locating her own Captain. You see, there was only one troublesome thing which delayed Hinagiku's diligent work by hours: every single paper needed her Captain's approval. Well, not every, as she made sure to compile them properly so that he could sign a maximum of ten times a day, which believe me, was quite a feat to accomplish. But, the trouble was that her Captain loved to skive off of work. So, as soon as the man would become bored in his own office (please read dojo), he would head out to search for a good opponent. And then, it was up to Hinagiku to locate him and get him to sign the paperwork, no matter how busy he was.

She had left Rini in charge of preparing and mailing the letters and gone first to the 9th Division, where they printed everything to request a couple dozen more 'Kenpachi: Only the strong guys' posters and then she had hit the wall.

Where in the world are you, Zaraki-taicho? Asked herself the petite Shinigami as she pushed her reiatsu into her feet and jumped on a nearby roof of the 9th Division. She stood there for a moment, looking about. Maybe she could see a smoke cloud or a sign of fighting. Anything, really. She begged for her Captain to begin his rampage, like he always did, for once. But, there were no signs of a struggle anywhere. Seireitei was as calm as a lazy dog on a hot, summer day.

She let out a sigh, pushing her short hair behind her ears and calming down. She slowly tuned out the buzzing of the insects from the nearby bushes. Hinagiku closed her eyes, letting her reiatsu envelop her and then retreat into her body. She could feel the sun heating her black uniform, making her sweat profusely. It was hot. Too hot.

A bead of sweat made its way down the back of her neck, sinking into the fabric of her shihakusho. And then, she could feel it. It was a strange sensation, feeling someone out only by their reiatsu. If you weren't too skilled in it, you would feel what Hinagiku felt at that moment. It was like her body went numb and she was a Soul no longer. It was like she had no living body which could be hurt.

She was energy. Pure energy. A smoke-like violet cloud which swirled in the wind, shimmering like a thousand stars at once in the bright sunlight. And then, she could feel it. The familiar, overwhelming pressure. Her Captain was a hard one to miss. His yellow reiatsu wasn't gentle and fragile like her, evasive and swirly, moving with the wind. No, his was like a storm, swirling in on itself, ready to lash out angrily at anything that got close. And to Hinagiku, that was home.

Without opening her eyes, the petite Shinigami stepped forward. Her Shunpo was executed perfectly, her body flying on instinct, her reiatsu doing all the work. She could feel the warm layer of sweat cooling on her skin as she raced along the rooftops. She knew that she would be in complete control of her body as soon as she opened her eyes, so she left them closed. She could see well enough without them.

The numerous reiatsu spots, some stronger and some weaker, told her exactly where she was. Even without that, Hinagiku had always had an eccentric knack for finding things. She didn't know why, but since her acceptance into the Gotei 13 she had been able to find just about anything she set her mind on finding. Even something as ridiculous as her mother's old drawings.

A shout sounded from in front of her and Hinagiku's eyes snapped open. Suddenly, her body seemed so heavy. Her reiatsu went out of control once more, spreading around her and she slipped on her last flash step, the momentum sending her towards the ground. The petite girl crashed into the street, rolling a little ways forward. Her Asauchi dug into her hip and leg, which was going to leave some pretty nasty bruises the next day.

"Ouch." The Shinigami picked herself up, shaking her head and sending her curls flying about messily, in an attempt to clear her vision. "That hurt." She told herself and managed to get up on her feet. Suck it up, Kobashigawa. Hinagiku thought. Grit your teeth and suck it up.

"I think that you should consider getting a bag, Paper." A familiar deep voice growled from somewhere behind her. Then again, with the hit to her head that she had just taken, Hinagiku wasn't too sure where behind was exactly.

"Duly noted, Zaraki-dono." She replied, turning towards the shaky source of his voice and reiatsu, not straightening up. Instead, she simply made it look like a polite, forty-five degree bow.

"Aaah. Nanao-chan isn't going to be happy with you, Kobashigawa-kun." Kyōraku-taicho's voice sounded from in front of her as well. He didn't sound one bit upset about his street and a part of his wall being ruined. "We just repaired that wall after the last drunken disorderly mishap." Hinagiku could bet that he was grinning in mirth. That was Captain Kyōraku for you. He always found humor in the most unlikely of places. Mishaps especially. Her mishaps.

"Forgive me, Kyōraku-dono. I shall pay for the damages from my own salary, as always." The Shinigami apologized. This had happened a number of times with her. Unfortunate accidents, they called them. But, Hinagiku thought of her failed Shunpo more along the lines of a bad, destructive habit.

"I see you've gotten a new trinket from Gense. It's quite stylish." The flashy Captain told her again in his relaxed tone. Now, Hinagiku slowly raised her head, only to see where exactly she had landed. The back gardens of the 8th Division. Her Captain was sitting on the patio, in the cool shade, drinking sake with Captain Kyōraku. The two men seemed like they had begun some time ago, as there were two empty bottles next to them already.

"Thank you for the gracious compliments, Kyōraku-dono." Hinagiku offered a small bow, her cheeks coloring. She had been wearing the scarf Rini had gifted her every day since. "I'm terribly sorry for my rude and untimely interruption, but could you sign this paperwork, Zaraki-dono?" And Hinagiku looked to her hand, where the papers had been, only to find them gone. They had scattered around her like feathers would from a ripped pillow during her fall. The Shinigami felt her cheeks flare in red as she hurried to gather the papers.

"Turn." Ordered her Captain, placing his cup down. The girl obeyed, handing him a pen from her shihakusho and the paperwork and straightening her back as much as possible.

"Oooh, that's an interesting method." Captain Kyōraku commented in amusement as he sipped his sake. "I might have to ask Nanao-chan to do the same for me." And he chuckled merrily. Somehow, Hinagiku doubted that the stern Lieutenant would succumb to the idea.

"Done." Her Captain grunted, handing the folders back to her. "Did you get my posters?" He asked, grinning. He's too proud of his work, Hinagiku almost sweat dropped.

"Of course, Zaraki-dono." She instead smiled, nodding. "I was just at the 9th, printing more, sir." Now, this seemed to brighten Zaraki's day. He took a long swig from his sake cup.

"Dismissed." He told her and Hinagiku offered one last bow to both Captains before focusing. With a surprisingly fast Shunpo, she flew away. Captain Kyōraku took another sip from his cup.

"She's getting faster and faster, Kenpachi." The man commented, looking at the debris which the small girl had caused. When her Captain offered a grunt of agreement, Kyōraku grinned lopsidedly at him. "So, when will you give her to me?"

"Paper is staying where she is." Zaraki growled, taking a sip once again.

"Alright, alright." The other Captain chuckled, knowing that the discussion was over, once again. But, he was a patient man. He smiled, looking at the cloudless blue sky. The insects buzzed from the nearby bushes loudly. "It's a fine summer day." He sighed, drinking.

"It's too damn hot." Growled Zaraki, picking up the sake bottle and pouring them both some more.

Hinagiku was ready to fall over. She stopped using Shunpo and halted. The sun was slowly going down, setting the whole Seireitei on fire. She had been running from Division to Division the whole afternoon and she was ready to fall over. Her legs were shaking and she was out of breath. The petite Shinigami gave a sigh, trying to calm down and plopped onto one of the steps. There were silver and black spots popping out in front of her eyes.

Lack of oxygen. She diagnosed. Too much adrenaline. Her fingers were shaking in their position around the leftover stack of papers. Suck it up, Kobashigawa. She told herself, gritting her teeth. Grit your teeth and suck it up. The girl took a look at the number on her leftover paperwork. There's only a couple of folders for the 10th Division left. Hinagiku gave another sigh and then stood.

Her 'game playing' with Captain Hitsugaya had been on her mind quite a bit. Well, not that she had really been playing any sort of a game with the man. No. She had just been trying to figure out where they stood. Well, not that they stood anywhere. Lord, she was a mess. Hinagiku shook her head and got up from the step, heading towards the 10th Division rather slowly, forsaking her Shunpo. Maybe her sweat would dry off before she reached the Division gates.

A couple of days had passed since her last encounter with the young Captain where her own brain and body had betrayed her. She really had wanted to follow-up on their acquaintanceship and turn it into a regular thing. She had enjoyed the young man's company too much for her own good. Not only was he well-spoken and had a similar sense of humor to her own, but he was smart. And not just regularly clever like Yumichika or Koichi. No, he was incredibly smart.

Her Grandmother, Kobashigawa Setsuko, had made sure that Hinagiku had been taught all the games which a lady could participate in during high-class social events. At one point in her life, those had been fun things, yet, the old judge had managed to turn them into forms of torture. There was a certain language that one spoke as they played a game. Saying to a gentleman that you were shy, or that you enjoyed his company, or even that you were willing to give yourself over to him was a skill which Hinagiku had become well-versed in.

She had been shocked when the young Captain had brought a deck of cards one day, when he had come to visit her in the Healing Houses. He had suggested that they play while chatting, and it had been quite enjoyable to the petite girl. Next, he had brought a shogi board. And the time after that, they had borrowed a game of scrabble from Captain Unohana.

Hinagiku had honestly thought that she would never enjoy another game of any of those again in her entire life. Yet, those had been fun. Captain Hitsugaya had even allowed her to win a couple of shogi plays, and she had pretended to lose in scrabble the whole time. It had been endearing. He was a brilliant man. He had thought of some moves on the shogi board which even her books hadn't taught her. It was a combination of a beginner and a professional playing, an unexpected and endearing game. And it had repeated in much the same fashion. He was a brilliant Captain, Hinagiku had realized. She had understood during those couple of weeks in the Healing Houses why exactly was Hitsugaya Tōshirō called a prodigy.

Though, she may have underestimated his knowledge of the rules of the high society. He was, after all, a brat from Rukongai. With a sigh, Hinagiku looked upwards, noticing that she had arrived to the gates of the 10th Division a bit too soon for her liking. She shook out her hair, noticing that the ends were still damp from her daily run around the Seireitei and she walked in. For once, she hoped that she would bump into her old friend from the Academy, Tsutsui Tomoka, and suffer the brief makeover which the noblewoman always forced on her.

Ah man! I love this chapter xD

I know, it's pretty much a filler, but I really, really love it. It has that 'summer and relaxed' kind of feel in it for me… What about you guys?

Anyways, onto the reviews:

Reaper2908:

Thank you so much for the compliment! I love working on OCs and I usually spend sooo much time preparing them before I actually start writing the story… It's a pet peeve of mine, all OCs need to be in order before I begin xD

I'm glad that you're enjoying the story!

Girl-luvs-manga:

Yeah, I feel you. Hinagiku is the kind of person who focuses on one thing, kind of like a knight with an allegiance. She believes that Zaraki Kenpachi put the sun in the sky, which is both good and bad xD

MoonBeams 17:

Thank you! When I started the story, I was like, this is gonna be easy, I've seen Bleach sooo many times, and now I'm pretty much freaking out hahahaha Anyways, I think I'm getting the hang of Tōshirō, slowly but surely :)

Yeah, it's not only you guys that are familiarizing with her, it's me as well :P While I know my OC pretty well, Hinagiku is a real loner and workaholic. For her to be able to have a healthy relationship, she's gonna need a safety net to fall back on: friends (since her family is whack). I'm slowly building that and working on some character development :) I can't wait to get to the first Arc! I have to many plans :D

In regards to the 'falling in love' part, I think that many authors disregard the whole structure of Seireitei while writing. I mean, if you want a relationship with a lower Seat and a Captain you need to go through the whole 'fascination' part first, right? I mean, Captains are pretty much worshipped in the anime/manga… We need Hinagiku and Tōshirō to get over that first (her more than him)

I hope that you enjoyed the chapter!

Silentprotector:

Thank you very much for the review! It reminded me to update (finally). I'll to and not be a slowpoke about updating again xD

Pewdian:

Here goes the chapter! Hopefully, it wasn't too long of a wait :D I'll try and update by the end of the week, but don't hold your breath… My exams (and my short attention span) are killing me xD

Aowenn:

Have I told you that I love reading your reviews? If I haven't, I'm saying that now :D It should be said! It's like we're on the same wavelength or something :D

I feel you, I like to wait for chapters to pile up as well xD Especially in mangas, I'm so bad at following those…

I'm glad that you see the change in Hina! She is so tight and stiff and I want to make her more approachable before any kind of romance or anything xD I'm definitely focusing on that right now :D

Thank you for liking Rini! xD She is actually the character which I based on myself: badmouthed and reckless xD She will have her own subplot later on as well, I promise :D

As for Koichi, I really couldn't resist… he was just a side character in the beginning, but I'm liking him more and more… Can't help it… He'll have some times when he can shine as well :D There are more fun times with all three of them ahead :)

I'm glad that you think that we're seeing Tōshirō in the same way! It's always a bit of a gamble with the silent and serious types, but this is how I think he'd be if he chilled a bit, pun wholly intended xD I'm a sucker for details, as you noticed, like the slouching and hand running through hair thing… Man, I can see him doing it xD Anyways, I figured that he's always so stressed and uptight with his own Division (he wants to be recognized as a proper, powerful Captain and respected for it), so he relaxed a bit with Hinagiku (she is pretty much a nobody, remember? Not to mention that their situation is completely out of the rulebook)

As for his height/age, it's the same as at the beginning of the manga, because this is a bit before Ichigo's brilliant action plan of invading Seireitei (I love his crazy xD) I know what you mean, it irritates me as well that Tōshirō is so short! Gah xD But, I promise to have fun with that :) Anyways, Hina is around his height, maybe a bit shorter, because she's very petite, but she's still growing, no worries :D Her body type is also important for her fighting style, which is a quick, dodge and hit, Iaidō (draw and sheath) style.

Ohhh, I can't wait to introduce her Zanpakutō! If she'd finally get over her issues and talk to the damned thing already! Gah! My characters irritate me so much sometimes… but yeah, it will be an epic sword, I gotta say.. I've spent quite a bit of time trying to make it as original as possible :D I have yet to read a similar idea…

Hope to hear from you soon!

Thank you all for reading!