The father's final Rest (pre time skip open)

[Kiyoshi Osamu]

Kiyoshi finally graduated the academy and was choosing his division that he was going to serve. With his Zanpaktou tied behind him and in arm's reach, he made his way through the district that he grew up in. The harder life style for the poor. He'd seen how much has changed since he was just alittle child running around the streets and sitting on the hills staring at the Gotei wishing that he could be a Shinigami. And now, his wish did come true. He'd pass his old house first along the way. No life living in it. The shed like building was starting to fall apart as nature seemed to be taking it over. Walking in, he'd see an old familiar item on the ground. He walked over and picked it up. It was an old teddy bear that his mother made for him when he was sick. A quick sniff and he could still smell the mint leaves that were inside this child's toy. Shaking his head smiling, he'd stand back up and leave.

After three hours of walking and hiking up the mountain to where his father was barried. Kiyoshi would sit down next to it as he'd see the sun slowly setting over the horizen. His hand's rested on his lap as he was explaining to his father's grave all that he went through in the academy. He knew his father would have been proud of him. He also would begint o explain about the whole marriage situation with how his now ex-wife tried to kill him and kiyoshi was forced to be in the medical wing for a good four days to recover and regain his strenght from the attack and loss of blood from the severety of the wound he sustained. Placing his right hand over the scar, he'd let out a sigh.

"It's starting to get dark and I won't be able to make it back to the Gotei. I guess I'll camp here father until morning. Like you always said, 'Always leave in the morning and never at night for people can kind you faster in light.' It's funny how I still remember all the things we use to do together when you were still around." He had to stop since it's been a long time since he last seen his father's grave sight and him talking like this stirred some emotion's inside of him. With a tree nearby, he'd jump up in it to the highest and strongest branch. Leaning against the tree as he sat there, he'd look over the valley and forest. It was such a lovely sight to see, espically under a full moon.

[Kiyoshi Osamu]

A restless night since he was almost five stories up in a tree. So he jumped down and pulled out his Zanpaktou. "Well, might as well try and wair myself out so I can get some sleep. The Dawn of pain has come, may the rain wash away all of my sins." The acid blade would form over the Wakzashi's blade forming the Katana like blade. He'd begin to practice his swordsmanship with a longer sword in Shikai. Doing basic slashes, jabs and chops. He'd then begin to inquire into the training, spinning kicks then slashes. The blade began to glow as if it wanted to unleash it's power some more. But he knew he couldn't unless deemed other wise from the Commander General. He'd stop the Shikai form and sit down for a moment and think to himself. 'Man, this was dull. Everyone is recovering from the major battle that took place in the realm of the living and I'm stuck here. Arrgghh, so frustating when I got no one to spar with!" Annoyed about the sitituation, he'd look up at the star's above him and begin to think on how to kill the time. A simply sigh came out of him as he decided to make a fire near the grave of his father.

With the fire lighting the area up, he'd see it as a better training area, minus the grave in the way. He'd stay seated for almost and hour and a half before taking out his Zanpaktou from it's sheath. Standing up, he take his sword aiming it infront of him as he would begin to chanel his reiatsu, letting off his silver aura around him. His blade would begin to hum as it was screaming to him to let it play for a little in Shikai. But the answer was still a no for it. He'd keep channeling his reiatsu. Kiyoshi would to start to do offensive moves and defensive moves while in Sealed form.