"Tricks dear," Zhou said, watching blood fall from his blade.  "In a battle of equals, it's the one who's willing to fight dirty who'll win.  Honor is fine and dandy, but lets face it.  Fuck honor."  He pointed the blade at her, her blood sizzling along it as the lightning worked its way up and down the zanpaktou.  "You don't fight for honor.  You don't fight to make things look pretty.  You fight to WIN.  That's what it means to be the 11th division.  You fight, you win.  You win, your opponent is beaten or dead."<br/><br/>"The dead can't harm you again.  Only the living can.  So be prepared to face more pain than that.  More punishment than that.  To win.  To survive.  You do that?  And you'll save your mom."  A grin on his face, Zhou would call up to the shop above.  "URAHARA!  FOOD!  MEDICINE!"  A pause as he'd gesture towards her.  "Sheathe the blade.  Lets get you some grub and something to heal that wound.  And we'll continue after.  If you have any questions, feel free to ask Natsumi."