I shit you not, walking.

“Is this a joke?” I needed to ask. After a good eight hours of sleep I had gotten up, contemplated for a moment to fuck that Lisa woman, and then was guided by Hirako to something he called the ‘Hiyori shitty walker’. In essence, it was just two metal poles that would swing back and forth as you stood on them. Now the fact that his stupid grinning face was hit by a sandal after that name was almost enough payback.

The freckled girl retrieved her sandal from the knocked out blonde guy and turned to me. “The Hiyori walker is no joke.” She said and pointed at me. “We can only continue your training if you manage to stay on that thing for three days straight.”

Well, if these were the conditions I had no intent to deny the command. Soldier I was I followed orders, got on the training machine and immediately recognized what was going to be hard about this training. The thing was gobbling up my spiritual energy at an alarming rate and started moving. Chances were that I would barely last a few hours on this thing.

On the flipside, this was a really good workout. The last few days had been spent by some weirdass training methods so getting my feet on something that was routine movement was relaxing. Yeah, I was not going to complain about this. Not in the slightest. Only thing I could maybe ask for is a one of these modern inventions that play music directly into your ear and a few classical and military songs. One of these was already plopping into my head so I only listened to the chaotic duo with half my attention.

“Hiiii-yoooo-riiii.” Hirako raised from the ground like a zombie in a bad horror movie. “Do you have a second one of those? I mean Ichigo is going to come here eventually.” Ah, the chosen one himself. It still boggled my mind how strong the guy was. If he was going to come here that meant that he had a hollow inside him as well. Did that explain his **** strength?

“Yeah, I gave that guy an old model.” Hiyori said and if on command the thing started screeching with every backwards swing of the left side. Now that would make the hours slightly longer. I took it silently, conditions aren’t always to ones liking after all. “Good. Somebody up to cook?”