Like A Silver Wolf (Open)

Nothing could compare to this, he reflected as he ran laps. Training was a good way to tire yourself out, and a good way to get rid of all thoughts except those about how you had to do better. He ran faster as he thought of this, because it was true that he had to do better. He wanted to be stronger, to protect the innocent people who were hurt by all the fighting, to protect them from hollows and arrancar. He wished to defend the weak and the innocent, because if he didn't, who would? Everybody always said things like "Somebody else will do it." or "I'm no hero" but nobody actually did anything.

Or so he had thought until he had joined the academy. These soul reapers, as people called them, actually did something. They fought back, they protected people. And now that he was in their academy, he was one of them. He would do all the things the soul reapers did when he graduated, and he wanted to graduate as soon as possible. He wanted to help people, so he would train, and he would study, 24/7 if necessary. He was determined, he would not allow himself to fail. His strange golden eyes showed that determination as he ran. His silver-white hair flowed behind him as he ran, tied back in a ponytail as he wore the usual academy uniform. He was going to run until he collapsed, if that was what it took. He would do his best, and he would not fail.