RP's for Cleansing self.

Rose from the lotus position, only to move closer as he regarded his father for a long time with the same mentality he might make use of when learning from one of the captains. He had to push back the joy he actually felt at this moment. He is in a room with his brothers and father. His friends had been right, it did, to him at least, spark a bit of joy in his heart. He committed this moment to his very soul. (1)

He took all the time he was allowed to take in his father's breathing, movements, and the way the world felt around him at this time. He even pulled his little black notebook from his bag. With it opened he'd jot down notes and his own views on what his father was doing. This process would be a long one, but he would do his best. (2)

He would return to the Lotus position and return his book back to his bag. The male's eyes would close and he would enter into a state of mediation. He was glad he had been making an effort to meditate with his blade quite regularly. This initial step wouldn't be the hardest part. That didn't mean any of it would be easy.  (3)

His mind began to steady and settle as he set about entering the calm that came alongside meditation. He would take in a deep breath and then slowly let it out. He'd even shift his sword upon his lap while he got ready. It was as much a part of him and this process as anything else these days. (4)

He slowly began to attempt to take in the Reishi naturally occurring within the soul society. It was a slow and laborious process. He had never even tried to do something like this before. He took moments now to purge his mind of doubts and outside thoughts. (5)

This step proved hard than he had imagined it might have been. There was a lot he had to purge from his mind. He'd start with the most recent and move backward. That seemed like the most logical process to this whole thing. He would purge himself of the good and the bad. (6)

In this moment he thought about the joy he felt at having his family close. The thought that maybe, just maybe, someday, he'd be able to sit and chat with Shinra and Daisuke. He pushed them away with an intake and outtake of breath. (7)

He thought of Daisuke and their recent chat. The words shared and the implications levied against him. He felt his body tense, but like before, he took a sharp breath, and let it out. This was some minor rumor that had been taken care of the moment it started. (8)

He thought of Juugan, and the spar he'd watched the Ukitaki fight against his retainer. The man's cowardly tactic of taking her as a shield. He knew he'd said he was over this, but how could he be? Anger roiled within him, but once again, he pushed it away, taking in a bit more air, and Reishi, and pushing out the bad muck through his blood flow. (9)

He could feel pinpricks of pain blossoming all over his body, and was vaguely aware of his clothes becoming wet. He didn't pay it any mind. He was on a roll. He could feel his body slipping even further into the state of meditation. He pushed off another memory. (10)

His ensuing argument with Juugan, the captain commander's seemingly lax punishment, and the elders' decree to take things into his own hands after. He ruminated on this all. The boys' unwillingness to apologize, the lengthy talk, and the surge of joy at finally settling getting him to make formal amends. He pushed them all away. (11)

He thought about the fighting at school, and the stress of everything he'd taken upon himself. He thought of Mizuki and the time they had shared together recently. Then he thought on Ayaka, and the time they had shared. Both were taken and then purged. He felt a pang in his chest, he let that go as well. (12)

Then his thoughts went further back. He thought of his time growing up. He thought of knowing he was in a heated battle against many others. The memory of becoming one of the top candidates for becoming the heir to the Tsunayashiro. He pushed that all away. His breathing was easier, but the wet feeling was growing, as the intake of Reishi increased. (13)

He thought of his mother and her long brown hair. The mother he had not seen in many years, the mother whom he loved but knew would likely never see again. He felt the pain of her missing from his life grow and grow. It threatened to overtake him. He purged it as well, a surge of pain, and then it too was gone. (14)

Now he was at peace, taking in breaths of clean air, and taking in Reishi, pushing it through his body instinctually, as he had been doing so this whole time. He was a true son of the Tsunayashiro, this was a part of his heritage. He opened his eyes and was shocked at the sight before him. Blood and fowl gunk covered the floor. (15)

He felt lighter and freer, and he could feel his body surging with new purpose and energy. He was shocked, deep to his core, how he had managed without this kind of cleansing before. It just felt right. He rose and cleaned the floor of both his and Shinra's mess, before bowing to his father. (16)

"I thank you father"

He left now, eager to experience the world anew and to remove himself of his filthy vestments and adorn new, fresh attire. He also would make a point to sit down at his private home and wash the Zanpaktou he had held upon his knees. It would be made immaculate again, and his clothing righted before he returned to the academy.