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A very quiet swooshing noise filled the air followed closely by the appearance of Lerato, though oddly there was just barely a trace of his reiatsu. "Calm down, Kid. Ain't no one gonna hurt you just yet." He growled as he cast a very mean glare over at Durzin. "The Pretty Boy over there is just trying to intimidate you, that's all. No one fresh out of the academy would be put in that kind of situation. Now shut up and wrap this around your stomach." He called, throwing a roll of gauze over his shoulder as he slowly made his way towards the other young man. "And don't freak about that little cut you have. It'll heal up sooner or later. No need to get Captain Aio involved in this." His voice held a tone of finality to it.

"And you!" He growled, "How dare you act like that to a new member. He's hardly been in the squad less than a day and you try to send him to the medics? Don't you think you should run that type of spar by someone first? Look at him." Lerato's voice now shook with an unspoken power, his nose only a few inches from Durzin's. "I don't care if you want to show him around. Hell, I applaud you for wanting to show him the ropes, but I swear... if I catch you trying to send him to the fourth squad even one more time before he's at least had some formal training, I'll have your a**! Do you understand?" His normal glacier blue eyes turned into pools of icy blue fire.

Without so much as another word he turned back and marched to the newest member of the First Division. "Welcome to the squad. My name is Lerato DeClement. I'm you're new Vice Captain. The Red Man," he uttered the name without realizing that the new kid probably had no idea of who he was talking about, "is out right now, but if you need any thing, or want to ask some questions, feel free to hit me up. I'm usually around the squad some where, Mr..." He hesitated as he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small slip of paper, "Flint?" Looking from the paper to the man and back to the paper again he smiled. "Say... you wouldn't be from the West, would ya?" His inquiry was halted only when Lerato was able to recall just what he had come here for in the first place. "Listen up you two. Here soon we'll be doing some old fashioned training, got it. This won't be easy, so I suggest you have your fun now, and make sure to grab a bite to eat because here soon you won't have the time."

"Thank you? Kid, don't get me wrong. You're nice and all, but I'm saving my own a** by keeping you safe. If the Captain caught word that you were in the medical squad already I'd lose my head. And don't worry about all the formalities. Just call me Lerato or, if you must, Sir. I've never been one for all that title bullshit any how. As long as you know the pecking order of things, you give me your best, and down get yourself killed, you'll be okay in my book." He smiled, holding out a hand, "Aero, huh? Like dynamics? You were a pilot of some sort then, I take it?" For the first time in what seemed like forever he let himself slip back into the comfortable English dialect of his youth. "It's good to meet another Westerner. Of course I don't mind damn near everyone coming from the East, but it's still nice to know that I'm not alone." He chuckled heartily.

A wide smile broke across Lerato's face. "Oh you could, could you?" Obviously the kid was new to the Squad, otherwise he wouldn't be so eager to jump in just quite yet. "The training I'm talking about will get you two in better shape. We are, after all, the Duelist Squad. What that means for you is that from here on out you will be taught to use any thing and everything to your advantage when in battle. We look outside the box when it comes it tactics, whether they be for swordplay or kidou. If there's a way we can fit it our needs, we will. But you will also learn humility and nobility. Unlike some of the other squads we also pride ourselves on our morals." Looking into the kid's eyes he gave a half-cocked grin. "Don't worry, Kid. Life here will get easier as time goes on. You'll meet plenty of friends to drink with. Hell, if you're lucky you might even meet a girl, though they all seem to be taken at the moment." He smirked.

Aero couldn't help but smile, the Vice Captian seemed very straightforward and he found that quite admirable. He respected a man who didn't mince words or anything like that.

How he got his nickname was a long story, which could be saved for another time, preferably while inebriated. "I wasn't a pilot, but I wanted to be during the war. It just sort of stuck, and in all fairness I thought it sounded pretty cool." He shook his superior's hand, happy to find another versed in western customs.

There was an ominous feel to how his Vice Captain spoke of training. It inspired a strange mixture of anticipation and dread in him, that he couldn't help but enjoy. It felt like the first day of Boot Camp, all over again. Hopefully this time he wouldn't throw up. Or at least not on someone. Or at least not on his drill Sergent.

"Can't wait Sir. Can't wait at all." He said, releasing his Vice Captain's hand. He turned his attention to Durzin, whom Aero had not yet shown his appreciation to for. Admittedly Aero over reacted when he got stabbed a little, but Aero believed Durzin when he said he would not have hurt him seriously.

Aero bowed to Durzin, has believed was the custom for thanking someone. "Thanks Durzin. I appreciate you sparring with me. And I learned quite a bit from our short encounter. Next time maybe we should try with something a little less..." He hugged his stomach, his wound barely hurting now but was still present. "Sharp."

Durzin's blinding smile was let loose once more, it tended to happen around his Vice Captain more than elsewhere, but that was simply because he refused to make any allowances for it, "But I was on my toes, just like you should be for any even slightly athletic or possibly exhausting exercise." However then his face slackened into a more serious expression once more, his head bowed slightly in acknoledgement, "My apologies, we should have been using proper equipment." His head still bowed he nodded and very slightly flared his reiatsu in response to his superiors request to clean up the area.

"If you wish you can help, although you have absolutely no obligation to do so I assure you, this is my duty." With that set about, picking up the ruined weights and tossing them into a trash bin, setting those that had been removed from their wracks back on them, and writing a quick note to those whose duty it was to regularly care for the dojo to get replacements for what he had ruined. With a bit of hesitation he signed it with a post-script stating to pay for them from his own funds.

His work done he looked back over at Aero, "Now, where have you been on the grounds so far?

"Well, the barracks is mostly just that, a barracks. We'll check it out later if you like. The special places you'll have to discover on your own. Other than that there is the Fourth squad Medical care area, you'll have to know where that is. And In Twelfth is the Senkaimon, that'll let you move out of the Seireitei on command to head to earth, Kill hollows and all." He stood for a moment to wait for a reply before correcting himself, "The only unique area of our squad I would think to mention is the Koi Pond." From there he became silent, waiting for the recruit's reply before continuing onto what could quite possibly turn into a tour of the seireitei.