The day after the ball I when to the training area to let off some major stress.
It seem my little stunt at last nights ball earned me quite a few of new suitors.
Two from Soul Society and about four from Hueco Mundo.
Today I was meeting with a man by the of Zaraki.
I have a feeling he's that vagabond looking man from the ball.
I drew my sword and charged at the spar dummy.
When I was do it was little more then firewood and scrap metal.
"Princess that the tenth one you've distorted this week!"our master of arms,Kisuke,Yelled.
"Will you stop with the Princess Crap Old man!"I yelled back.
He knows I hate being called 'Princess' most of all.
Then I heard someone laughing.I turned and saw the vagabond from the ball.
"You must be Zaraki."I said earning a nod.
"Well since you're here how about sparing with me."I said tossing him a wooden sword.
"I highly addive angist it Princess. Zaraki is a elite and leader of the Soul Society's military."Kisuke
said sternly."Cram it Kisuke."I said grabbing a sparing sword as well.
"Don't say I didn't worn you"He said storming off.I rolled my eyes.
"Shall we my lady?"I heard Zaraki ask with a cheery tone.
"Bring it good sir."I mock taking up a defensive stands.
He stood waiting for the first attack.
I grew impatience quickly and attacked not the best choice,
I could have made but oh block my attack with ease.
Zaraki's counter attack nearly knocked me on my ass.
We spared for about half an hour till both our swords broke.
We looked at each other and began to laugh.
"That was fun Zaraki."I said smiling brightly.
He nodded in agreement."It was indeed princess."
"Call me Ichigo."I said earning an amused grin.
"Very well Ichigo."He said with smirk.
I OWN NOTHING