The training grounds of the military camp were impressive, it was also the death of most new recruits. The course was broken up into several areas but new recruits had to run the entire course before they began to focus on specific areas. It consisted of a stretch of mud about a hundred meters, then tires which meant more running. Following that was crawling through the mud under barbed wire, if you were lucky enough to survive that the next section was all climbing starting with a brick wall. The rope climb came next, the ropes secured to a frame that sported monkey bars and the end was netting you had to climb down. There was another sprint section that lead to a tower with ladders leading to the top and after that it was abseiling.
Ichigo glared at the course, wondering if she had made a mistake coming here. And it was only the second day.
"I don't even remember if I could climb the rope in gym," Ichigo groaned, Nnoitra placed an arm on her head looking over her as he leaned on her.
"I remember skipping gym a lot, couldn't be fucked going to most classes," he muttered, yawning.
"I just don't want to crawl under that wire, do you think he'll teach us how to do it proper or just push us in the mud," Shinji asked, eyeing the barbed wire with a pale face.
"If ya like I'll push ya in the mud right now. If ya don't start running soon, y'all be eating mud," Grimmjow said, sounding amused as he watched them jump.
"Come on let's move, learning through experience is the best way to learn," he shouted taking the lead. They all watched amazed as he moved through the mud as if it was nothing but air. Ichigo sighed, following, she was here to gain a backbone might as well get stronger while she was at it. Everyone else followed quickly not wanting to be out done by the weakling rebel. Ichigo fell behind the pack quickly only just beating Hanataro who was covered in mud due to falling several times. Mind you it was funny since every time he fell he yelped and ended up eating mouthfuls of dirt. Ichigo struggled with the tires even though she had long legs, it was a lot of effort to pull her knees up as she ran but she managed to pull ahead of the others when it came to crawling under barbed wire, her slight frame a great help in that endeavour. She stopped at the brick wall, panting. A lot of the guys did the same. Ichigo smirked, climbing walls was something she could do with ease. Ichigo had mastered the art of climbing brick walls in high school when she started dating Tray and snuck out at night to see him. Jumping she caught the edge of the wall with her fingers and the toe of her boot into the wall with enough force for it to grip. Ichigo threw herself up and over the wall in one go.
"Impressive didn't think a scrawny guy like you could manage that," the red-head said, russet eyes wide in surprise. Ichigo barked out a laugh, it sounded creepy and hollow to her.
"Never judge a book by its cover, ya don't know what dark secrets it holds," she said, scowling. Exhausted Ichigo grabbed the rope, and began to climb.
Classes bored her, and her professors were amazed by her intelligence. Ichigo was a whizz with tactics, having planned most of the pranks Shiro and her pulled as children and teens, Shiro just liked to jump into things head first and used his fists when that failed. Both Shiro and herself were smart, constantly fighting to be top of the class. Shiro just lacked the ability to use his smarts outside of the classroom.
Dragging her tired body from class she groaned, her muscles aching with every step she took. Ichigo trudged to the mess hall with the rest of the group. She collected the food without enthusiasm, basically collapsing on the table. Playing around with the stew with a ... Spork? She questioned what the mystery meat was.
"What do think it is they're feeding us, beef or chicken?"
"Looks more like pork," Shinji said, eating the rubber like meat.
"Could be lamb," Ichigo glanced at the owner of the new voice, the new comer had short black hair, three vertical scars that went over his right eye and down his cheek and the number sixty-nine tattooed on the other.
"More likely the muck they scrap off the butchers floor, now can we shut up and eat this garbage so I can sleep" Starrk growled, fighting off sleep. She had to agree with that statement and started to tuck in.
The squad walked to the barracks with more energy then they had before entering the mess hall, Starrk collapsed onto the first bed he saw, not caring whose it was. Byakuya tipped the mattress, letting him fall to the floor. He cared then. Ichigo collapsed into her bed, muscles groaning. Gin stood there watching them complain grinning from ear to ear.
"I expect everything to be ready by 0700, the shower block is to west of here I want everyone to be clean and presentable this morning." Ichigo set her watch passing out on the covers.
