A Time to relax (Hisoka)

"I can't take this anymore..."
A simply grunt left the womans lips as she limped towards a nearby tree, sliding down against its trunk. Rose could feel her feet throbbing, countless hours were spent once again pushing away duties and training. Rose was secluded, she could only hear her deep breaths for air. The beautiful rose was rather rustled. Her hair was messy, randon stands broke away from her normally curly hair. Red eyes seemed almost dull with exhaust.

She stretched her arms out, after setting her zanpakuto on the ground. She felt stiff now.
"Ugh, I bet ill be in trouble again."
Rose groaned out again. In all honesty she was training for Bankai, but it was harder then it seemed. Being only a lieutenant at the time Rose knew that there were other things to be done, but today she put herself first. Her clothes were rather torn, old shinigami garmets.

Her zanpakuto, Corrompida Sangre, was a tough mother fucker. He was always pushing her to be more, always making her strive. For once she wanted to relax. Was that to much to ask? The breathing steadied, becoming more softer, more normal. Now it just seemed to alone and quiet. Where was her bag? Rose looked around, noticing how the small blak bag was missing. but how? All her stuff was in there...