With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
Again, he liked her up front attitude. She knew what she wanted to know and didn't mess around. "Quincy are spiritually aware humans able to absorb the reishi, that's what the material of souls are made up of, and form our bows." He started to explain the basic knowledge of a what is a Quincy.
It was fun to see someone so eager to learn about their heritage. Toshioni did and he was proud to have him as a student. Being a teacher, Roy was always happy to help young people learn.
Then she started to shoot out question after question and he placed his hands up in defense as a sweat drop formed on the side of his face. It was a bit much at once and he needed to answer all of them. "Hey, no need for the barrage of questions. Now let's see..." He had to get his composure together before he can answer them.
It would have been easier to answer if he had his notebook, he could draw out some pictures to better explain what he going to say. Oh, well, he should just answer them. Letting out a sigh of breath, Roy started to explain. "Alright Miss Shirosaki, the crosses" He lifted his right wrist and pointed at his bracelet. "They act as mediums for us to form our bows. The bows are what we use to battle hollows, but at a cost. When we kill one, we don't send it to heaven or hell, we erase it from existence." Placing his arm back on the table, Roy looked rather sad at this part.
"These hollows eat people and souls but in essence are just lost souls. To erase them would ruin any chance at another life, which is why we Quincy are scattered." A sad history that must be learned from, if to avoid a repeat. His daughter deserved that much.
"Quincy are spiritually aware humans able to absorb the reishi, that's what the material of souls are made up of, and form our bows." he said, as if he were teaching a kindergarten student about one plus one.
Her eyes widened, and her mouth formed a big "O". It was all she could manage, for finding this all out for the first time, all at once. So they could use reishi to form their bows, eh?
As she bombarded him with questions, he raised his hands up quickly. She slowed down, and also sweat dropped. She had gotten carried away, but, then again, could anyone really blame her? Her heritage was finally being explained to her! All those years of wondering about her bow, about the Cross! They weren't for nothing, they were for this exact moment.
As he explained how their crosses were, she looked at his and analyzed it. It wasn't as pretty as hers, in her opinion, but it was pretty cool. She wondered what his bow looked like. Were they all yellow, as hers is?
While he explained the hollows, she noticed that he sound more morose than before. He further explained that hollows are just lost souls that eat other souls and humans. It wasn't that she didn't care about their soul being lost, it's just that when he said the Quincy were scattered, he had piqued her interest.
"So there are very few left, or many just not in the same place. How many do you know of? Are all bows the same?" she bombarded him again, but this time she settled for only a few questions.
She leaned back a little, and drew a deep breath. She seriously was trying her hardest not to just jump up and scream. So much info about her heritage, so many questions.
"How does one become a Quincy? Does it just happen...or is it genetics?" she asked, in a serious tone. She hoped her voice didn't betray her emotion. She was wondering if her parents knew, and any thought of her parents turned her emotional.
She was eager for sure but she tried to slow down on the questions. He had to be careful as to how much he was willing to divulge at one time. Too much information might overload her. He took another sip of coke as he listened to the next series of questions.
"So there are very few left, or many just not in the same place. How many do you know of? Are all bows the same?"
He sort of choked a little at this, thinking of Makana and Toshioni, did she read his mind? "Well, my girlfriend is one and so is one of my students. And hopefully my future baby girl will be one as well." He went all star eyed when talking about his baby girl. He knows she'll be the most beautiful girl in the world. A princess for him to spoil and protect. Yes, he was so proud of the her despite not being born yet.
He shook his head to get back on subject. "well, a bow usually reflects on the user. I call mine Beanna Camphor, that's guardian crow in irish." Roy explained about bows, but he never really thought about it all that much. He knew that Makana's was different from his, more energy than solid like his is.
Roy could hear a subtle change in her voice when she asked about how to become a Quincy. This is a typical sign that something in her didn't want to be bother, probably has something to do with a relative. Using deduction, he figured it must have something to do with her parents. They probably hid their heritage from her thinking it would protect her down the line.
"Well, it usually happens by genetics. Most likely a relative is a Quincy." He had to answer honestly and would help in what ever way he could in case something happened.
As he prepared to answer her next set of questions, she noticed he reacted kind of oddly. He seem to almost...no...wait, yes. He choked up a little bit as he started to answer. That means that she had hit the nail straight on the head, there were others.
"Well, my girlfriend is one and so is one of my students. And hopefully my future baby girl will be one as well." he said, and then was lost in his own world with his glossed over eyes.
She imagined he was dreaming about the girlfriend and the baby, and she rolled her eyes. She had no time for sentiment, not now. What really got her was the word "student". She had to learn, she'd do anything!
"hello, Earth to Roy, mission control would like you back." she said, about to slap him.
As she cocked her hand, he shook his head to break the trance like state. And he answered her second question, about bows. Hmm, so bows reflect the person that owns them?
Konan briefly tried to picture her bow, but all the times she had actually formed it, she never looked at it. She silently cursed at herself for not doing it. But that brought another question to mind.
"So...did you name it? Or does it...like...come with a name?" she asked, desperately trying not to sound stupid.
When he mentioned that being a Quincy was all genetics, and that a family member was one, she looked away and bit her lip. A single tear was allowed to fall, before she swiftly wiped it away and smiled. Her parents lied to her, said that the necklace was nothing special. They said that they'd never seen any 'ghosts', those bastards. And they had even sent her away, before she could learn the way of the Quincy.
She cleared her throat, a calm smile now on her face, as she got ready to ask the last few questions on her mind. "Mr. Dylandy, would you be so kind as to train me, as well? Please! If you don't...I have no one else that can!" she cried out, appealing to the man and almost dropping to her knees. The other question could wait until he answered that one, the most important one.
"I named it myself." He was proud of that fact, took him hours to come up with it. His master had a name for his, something in German meaning striking raven. It was cool sounded in German, but he was Irish, so an Irish name was needed.
That was when he noticed a slight change of demeanor in the air around Konan. The way she bit her lip, her decision to look away. The tear that she tried to erase before she let anyone see it. Roy saw it all and he came to the conclusion, he was right. Her parents must have known about their heritage but decided to not tell Konan. He was the same in that sense, but he never got the chance to get answers. His parents had died the night he wanted to talk to them, killed by Hollows.
Her smile came into view, a mask to hide how she really feels at the moment most likely. Her true feelings will come out soon, he wouldn't pressure her into talking about it now. A public place would be far too embarrassing to talk about personal issues. When she cleared her throat, Roy straightened in his seating to listen to her better. He didn't want it to seem that he was just staring at her.
"Mr. Dylandy, would you be so kind as to train me, as well? Please! If you don't...I have no one else that can!"
Now that was something he had to think about. He loved teaching and Toshioni was a good pupil, but was he willing to take another under his wing? He could tell by the way she appealing to him, the emotions in her eyes, and how she almost fell to her knees, he had only one thing to say to her. "Konan, please. Do you really have to ask?" He gave her a smile that showed just what he meant.
He nodded to reinforce his decision to train her, but he remained quiet for a moment. He could tell that she had something else on her mind, another question perhaps?
She laughed at how proud he seemed when he talked about naming his bow. She'd have to name hers at some point, then.
She tensed up as she noticed him take his time in thinking. If he said no, she'd have a hell of a time trying to find another teacher. She only knew of him as a Quincy, so it would take a lot of time searching. Then she had to make sure they even knew what they were doing, it would be a rather tedious experience.
But, thankfully, he accepted her request and smiled at her. She sat down, and let the weight that was threatening to crush her be released.
He nodded, and then looked at her. Could he sense her other question? It was really two questions, but branched under the same thing.
"These hollows, why are they so bad? Why do the eat other souls? Why can I only create my bow around them?" remembering that, she frowned.
"Is that how it works? Is that the only time when we can form a bow?" she asked, already sure that the answer was no.
She was just a bad Quincy. But that wouldn't last long, with his training she'd finally become something. She'd stand out, and finally be good at something in her life!
Roy wished he could answer those questions, but he didn't know all the facts. His teacher only had speculations and sadly, was not much help on that subject. "Konan, I don't have all the answers. I can only guess as to why they are bad." A look of sincerity was on his face as he looked her in the eye.
She was just like the hollows in a way, lost without a purpose. Roy will give her a purpose and train her to be the best she could be.
It was at this point that his phone vibrated and he pulled it out to see what it was about. "It would seem that my time here is needed elsewhere. As for your training, meet me at Karakura High tomorrow and we can finish this. My girlfriend is at the hospital and she might be having the baby." With that, Roy cupped Konan's hand and shook it a bit.
He grabbed his bag before he darted off as quickly as humanly possible. He rushed to his motorcycle to go the hospital. He had now idea that it was just false labor, but what a story it would be to tell baby Riza about how her father nearly tripped over his own helmet during such an event.