A rather... Interesting training device!

Ichigo and Rukia had absolutely deadpan expressions as they ran on a pair of strange contraptions, having been told to go on them for as long as they could without stopping, even if it was days. Hiyori had foisted this weird form of training on them, and for the moment, they were bearing with it as the Visored made idle conversation nearby.

"...this is stupid, right?" Ichigo asked Rukia.

"...I mean, I've seen dumber training exercises, but never actually underwent them..." Rukia grumbled, still going. "...how much do you want to bet that at least two of them have taken bets on which of us loses patience first, and how long it takes?"

"No bet," Ichigo replied flatly, also still going, showing no signs of slowing. "It's a sucker's one..."

"Pussy," she pouted.

"No, I'm just smart enough to not give money away to a mooch," Ichigo grumbled.

"Hey, I'm no mooch!"

"You lived rent free in my closet for weeks!"

"Oi, less talking over there, more training!" Hiyori shouted, not even turning to look back at them.

"...you know what, fuck this!" Ichigo suddenly roared, getting off the "training" device, and punting it right at Shinji, who yelped as he was hit, and slammed into Hiyori.

"What the hell, Strawberry!?" Hiyori shrieked, turning in a rage at Ichigo, dragging Shinji as she did. "You want me to kick your butt or something!?"

"Let go, or I'll kick your butt," Shinji groaned at Hiyori before the whole thing devolved into a shouting match between the three, and Ichigo and Hiyori got into a fist fight.

Rukia smirked a bit to herself as she noticed Love grumbling and handing Rojuro some yen. She'd definitely called that one.