<strong>Corin Kirikato - Day one - 7:00 AM Seretei - Northeast Training Fields</strong><br/><br/>Corin moved slowly down the line of Shinigami's in training, each of them firmly gripping onto the hilts of their Zanpakuto, squeezing so tightly that their knuckles were turning white. It was a simple exercise, one that each had performed thousands of times even at their amateur skill level. Lift their weapon, forward slash while stepping forward several times in a row, then follow it up with a sideways slash before sheathing their swords. In fact, it was the first and easiest exercise in the academy.<br/><br/>However now that a Captain was present it became the most complicated task ever conceived. What if they stepped out of place? What if their attacks didn't appear to have enough strength behind it? Would that mean they would loose the chance to graduate, loose the chance to join one of the squads, or perhaps be able to release their Zanpakuto altogether?! Seeing the blatant fear and paranoia in their eyes gave Corin reason to smile warmly, moving so that each could see him. He was a tall man, handsome if in a more rough fashion rather than being beautiful like some of the other male Captains. His white and black robes billowed slightly in the morning wind, whipping against his broad shoulders and overall seemingly intimidating form.<br/><br/>He did his best to try and appear as natural as them, eye's jumping from one trainee to the next to ensure each made eye contact with him at least once. "So we are clear!" his features shifted, brow furrowing into something quite frightening as he stared on in visible anger towards each of the men and women before him. They grew tense, someone had done something to anger a Captain!<br/><br/>"When I first performed this exercise in front of a Captain... I dropped my sword and tripped on my robes". There was a pause of shock and confusion before suddenly Corin's mouth and face lifted again into a pleasant smile, a series of chuckles following afterwards at the memory. The students took the queue, beginning to laugh at the thought of the Captain of the Ninth Division doing something as clumsy as that. "So no matter how poor you think you are, remember that it can be worse" smiling again before shouting "BEGIN!" They seemed more confident, more relaxed, and each performed admirably.<br/><br/>Corin's light brown eye's managed to glance off over one of the hill rises in the distance, drinking in the sunrise while the echo of "HAH" "HAH" "HAH" sounded from the students behind him.