“On the way, we will meet you there as soon as possible.”
Concurrent with the brief message delivered in response to Hiroka’s as they withdraw from the relief station, the medic troupe’s speed picks up; Their movement transforms from a noticeably urgent dash into an unrecognizable blur. Their quickened steps leave behind brief echoes of their travel— As they plant their feet and leap from rooftop to rooftop, their hastened footsteps only reveal themselves after multiple seconds pass.
With Hiroka’s arrival and Shoumetsu in tow, the Shinigami need to wait only a few more moments before the 1st relief team makes their anticipated approach. For a substantial portion of their lives, all these Shinigami have known revolves around their capabilities as medics and a considerable fragment of that would be possessing the unparalleled speed necessary to reach those who desperately required their aid. Every other time they have put their quickest foot forward no matter how far their objective may be— today would be no different.
Alone, Hiroka stands at the Central Senkaimon. For a moment no doubt he wishes he could do more, but no matter how hard he wished for the fading Shoumetsu, who is held up only by his grasp, there is nothing that could save his fellow Shinigami without the service of the Fourth Division.
And yet, it is as if his very anguish has manifested the timely arrival of the 1st relief team that the medics finally enter into view.
What was once a singular blob of black soon splits into five and arrives into an abrupt halt only a few meters away from the pair. They waste no time exchanging pleasantries- it only takes a single glance for them all to understand who it was who requested help and who it was that so gravely needed it.
The quintet approach Shoumetsu with equal care and haste, one of them lifting their hand to reveal a singular pole; All it takes is a single outward snap for the pole to split into two and immediately after, it instantly expands to form a makeshift teal stretcher. At once, they surround the severely wounded soldier, placing what remains of his frame onto the foldable stretcher. Four of the Shinigami grab each side of the medical cot’s handle and flash step with equal urgency back to the relief station, leaving only one lone medic to stay behind and deliver their first and final message to Hiroka Ikari.
“We’ll save your friend, don’t you worry. If anything else happens...”
… the unnamed medic raises his arm to reveal his Denreishinki in hand.
“... you know where to reach us.”
While he cannot disclose who will be operating on Shoumetsu, their assurance in Lieutenant Izumi is enough to at least try to offer a similar tick of confidence to Hiroka. With an earnest yet rapid bow, the medic waits briefly for any last words Hiroka may have to utter, whether it be a wish or other pressing information the Fourth Division may need to know. Regardless, his response, even if met with the Shinigami's silence, is responded to with one last nod before he too bleeds into a blur and fades into the sun-setting sky.
Central Seireitei ——> Northeast Seireitei