TST - Survival Training

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Jyuushirou looked around their drop-off point with a certain amount of trepidation - while he had grown up in the city, he was at least passingly familiar with the forests that sprawled on the outskirts, and this was nothing like them. They were truly in the middle of nowhere. This had been the exercise he was fearing the most. He couldn't beg off, of course - not if he wanted to be seen as equal to the other cadets. It had been a hard enough fight just getting in to the academy, and he didn't want to push his luck any further. Still, two days would be pushing his endurance. The last few weeks had been relatively good - they hadn't hit really hit the season for colds quite yet, for which he was very thankful - but he wasn't quite comfortable with the thought of just relying luck alone out here.

He glanced over at his partner for the training. They hadn't really spoken on the flight over - none of the class had, partially because everyone was nervous, and partially because the instructor overseeing it was one of the more notorious ones. Still, he knew the name - and the reputation. Shunsui Kyouraku, academy flirt. He suppressed a small sigh. He was probably not going to be the most helpful person to have along here. Still, it didn't hurt to at least try to be friendly. He forced a smile and glanced over at the other cadet. "Look familiar to you?" he asked with a hint of amused irony.

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Shunsui didn't know this kid personally, but he knew his reputation. Supposedly, he was super-smart, but not so good at the physical stuff. Which Shunsui thought was a good way to get killed damn quickly if the other boy saw any real action, but that was Ukitake's business, not his. "Can't say I do," he said, pulling a flask of sake out of his clothes and taking a deep drink from it. He gave Ukitake a lecherous grin. "Most girls don't like to go this far in." After all, going just a bit past the treeline offered plenty of concealment for a quick one. And then there were always closets, empty classrooms, storage areas...

But he digressed.

Yawning, he stuck the sake bottle back into his shirt. "So...what are we supposed to be doing out here?" The teacher had explained it, but that sensei was dead boring. If only he'd been matched with one of the girls in their class, instead of Ukitake. There was a really cute blond with a fiery attitude...