[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

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The Captain simmers with quiet rage, still furious at having to lay bare the failures and skeletons within the proverbial closet of his division. It was humiliating, and Kyomu hated being humiliated.
"If it would help, Captain Mukuro, I can lend you some of my troops from the Kido Corps to assist in tracking and capturing the fugitives. With the aid of Kido it may speed up the process so that we can contain those criminals once again."
The Oda is the first and consequently, only person to speak up in regards to the assassin’s report. His offer of assistance is genuine, this much was certain, however...his olive branch extended towards Kyomu was still seen as a stab at his pride. He glances silently and dismissively at the vizard. He didn’t need his help, he didn’t need anyone’s help. The matters of Second Division would be handled and settled by the Second Division. If he had his way, those present would have remained ignorant of such matters.
With his report concluded the Fairy flutters forward.
“Captain Nakamoto of the Fourth Division.”
The gentle Captain announces himself, never one for a lack of decorum.
“The relief station is as busy as ever, and the number of incoming patients never seems to let up. We’ve already reached max capacity a few times this year alone, which is far from normal. This sharp upward trend has prompted some of the medical staff to wonder if an expansion is needed… or a change in protocol…”
There is a brief pause, and then..the unusual calm and soft hearted Nakamoto brandishes a sharpened gaze pointed towards Mahō the Fool. An uncharacteristically aggressive act from the young Captain.
“... to prevent Shinigami from unnecessarily getting injured, and having to be admitted to the relief station at all.”
His burning gaze remains fixed on Captain Kojima, smoldering him in its fury. It's evident that the Dragon is seen in poor light from someone other than the Phantom within these proceedings.
“In more recent news… Lieutenant Jinnosuke Uekū of the 11th Division was recently admitted to the relief station today and is currently in critical condition. In an effort to treat him as I was unable to be present, my own lieutenant has been dispatched to Karakura Town in search of a cure. I have no doubts that she will be successful in her mission…”
And like that, the warm and kind hearted little Yū that everyone is so familiar with returns. Devil Jin, a convict released from the Nest of Maggots, Kyomu is not unfamiliar with this man. When it was appealed for him to be released from his imprisonment Kyomu vocally opposed the notion. Hearing that same prisoner was now in such a state, perhaps the universe was silently agreeing with the Captain and now moving to rectify a mistake long since made.
“...but of course I’ll still be paying Lieutenant Uekū a visit as soon as I can and seeing what I can do about his state. Heh…”
Bright and Chipper, Captain Nakomoto bows his head concluding his report. There is silence amongst the Captains, even the Dragon — clearly singled out by his young peer, holds his tongue. It seems the meeting would cont-
”A change in protocol? What a joke.”
The voice stems from none other than Captain Mukuro himself.

With folded arms Kyomu turns towards little fairy Yū, amber hues sweeping over the others momentarily.
”Those that live by the sword, die by it. No one signed up for this job expecting to remain in one piece all the time. Every soul that has gone through the Academy, that wields a zanpakuto should have already known the risk.”
While Kyomu went unopposed and unchastised from his own shortcomings, it seems he was above or..rather beneath offering this same courtesy.
”If they’re afraid of getting hurt, then too bad. Tell them to hurry up and die so someone who’s willing to put in the work can fill their spot. We don’t have time to coddle weaklings. Stop crying about their booboos, we’re shinigami. We fight, we get hurt. Deal with it.”
The Captain scoffs, if Captain Nakamoto’s previous glare was like an inferno, Kyomu’s was like a peerless blade with a vorpal edge, cutting through the healer from stare alone.
He found it ridiculous that this would even be a complaint worth being brought up, or that Yū would seriously believe they or the commander cared to hear about the whimpering of those getting injured from the job. The phantom couldn’t help that if Yū’s blade was as sharp and as fierce as his tongue and stare, perhaps he could help kill off more of these enemies, to help reduce these…”risks” that could bring harm to the fragile soldiers of the Seireitei.

 

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No verbal reaction is given to Yū Nakamoto’s report, which is met with silent satisfaction. Even the erratic Dragon acts tame, smoke billowing from his nostrils without a sound. There were no words good enough to refute his point because they all knew he was right. The Captains had acted reckless and now are finally being called out– an overdue wake-up call finally causing some self-reflection within them all. The young Captain stands proud, now awaiting Captain Oda’s report to begin.
“A change in protocol? What a joke,” a familiar voice cuts in.
The boy’s head turns toward the culprit, the voice belonging to none other than Kyomu Mukuro.
“Excuse me?” Yū crudely responds, now turning to face the Phantom before him. Without hesitation, Kyomu proceeds.
“Those that live by the sword, die by it. No one signed up for this job expecting to remain in one piece all the time. Every soul that has gone through the Academy, that wields a zanpakuto should have already known the risk.”
Yū’s head lowers, his expression growing cold. His heartless disposition was nothing new to the Captain; It was so unsurprising, it didn’t even justify a response. The boy shuts his eyes, as the rage within him begins to brew even more. There were many things wrong with Captain Mukuro’s statement– the message itself, the way it was delivered, the man it was being delivered by… but, he wasn’t done. He was just getting started.
“If they’re afraid of getting hurt, then too bad.”
Visions of former patients abruptly shoot through his mind, their chorus of cries for help ringing in his ears. They had valiantly fought for the Seireitei and sustained fatal injuries, but like most still feared death. Were their fears not valid, despite their selfless actions? Did they not deserve even an ounce of sympathy?
“Tell them to hurry up and die so someone who’s willing to put in the work can fill their spot. We don’t have time to coddle weaklings. Stop crying about their booboos, we’re shinigami.”
Yū’s heart begins to ache, his posture becoming stiff, as the faces of patients he has failed to save now plaguing him. Was the Academy in truth simply a factory, preparing them all for their inevitable slaughter? Were they all truly replaceable? Were they even seen as individuals? Was he wrong to mourn them? The amount of restless nights and tears shed… this wasn’t exactly what the Captain envisioned when he donned his haori.
Blood rushes to his head, his darkened face now growing crimson. His neck grows equally dark, every vein, every artery, every muscle in his upper body tightening in an effort to keep his mouth shut.
In the eyes of Kyomu Mukuro, his grief was all for nothing. Perhaps, it was all for nothing.
“We fight, we get hurt. Deal with it.”
Yū’s head snaps up suddenly; He’s heard enough of the Mukuro’s sad excuse for a sermon.

"Look, the last thing I need is a lecture about my priorities… especially from you," he replies sharply. His glare is menacing, his eyes glued to Kyomu’s. Despite their distinct height difference, being over a head shorter than him, the Fairy remains poised and prepared to hold his ground.
“The Shinigami you serve as their Captain don’t exist to just be your pawns– each and every one of them have their own dreams, their own ambitions. They aren’t just flesh bags you can dispose of at your order. With that type of logic… well, you're not any better than the prisoners of the Maggot's Nest that you failed to keep locked away.”
The young Captain grows silent for a second, his heart skipping a beat. Was that last part too harsh? No… no, it feels right. It feels good. His heart pumps quicker now, his adrenaline spiking in response to his own gratification. Finally, the Phantom would face the criticisms Yū had been mulling over the past few months. There was no turning back now; He had to keep going!
“Can you even count on two hands the number of good men you’ve sent to their graves because of your orders? Can you count it at all?”
Yū considers continuing, his chest now puffed as he unknowingly moves closer to Kyomu in an act of intimidation. His face is beet red, heat virtually emanating from his skin. The Captain’s face grows tight, his emotions more than clear by his uncharacteristic body language. His harsh mannerisms suggest he has more to say… but, he ultimately holds his tongue. There is so much more left to say, but he realizes it isn’t even worth his time. 300 years of this dreadful way of life wasn’t going to be changed overnight in the Captains’ Hall and Yū unfortunately is aware of this.
The young Captain exhales deeply, blood now rushing away from his head as the hot color recedes from his skin. Seemingly defeated, he assumes his position back in line. Yū turns back now to face the empty space between Captain Kojima and Captain Oda, blankly staring at the wall once more. However, he has just one more thing to add…
"Why am I even surprised... what more could I expect from a traitorous snake like you."

 

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Tenzen opens his eyes, leaving his shallow meditation in preparation to give his report to the gathered Captains. He lifts his right foot to step forward when...
”A change in protocol? What a joke.”
Captain Mukuro speaks up and so Tenzen stops himself as to not interfere with what the Captain was saying. With his eyes open he can see the expression of everyone's faces now, the first person he looked at was Kyomu as he continued speaking.
”Those that live by the sword, die by it. No one signed up for this job expecting to remain in one piece all the time. Every soul that has gone through the Academy, that wields a Zanpakuto should have already known the risk.”
Originally, Tenzen had no opinion on what the young Captain had said, however, this became a moment where Tenzen himself realized he missed something. It was an instance where something isn't exactly obvious until pointed out by someone else. The things Kyomu just said were loosely things he was taught in his clan, the risk of being a Shinigami, prioritizing survival over everything else, and doing what must be done to protect the Soul Society even if it means losing a limb or two.
”If they’re afraid of getting hurt, then too bad. Tell them to hurry up and die so someone who’s willing to put in the work can fill their spot. We don’t have time to coddle weaklings. Stop crying about their booboos, we’re shinigami. We fight, we get hurt. Deal with it.”
His thoughts do not begin to move again until the man finished speaking wanting to be sure he didn't miss a single word of what he was saying. He agreed with him until he said "Tell them to hurry up and die". Had Kyomu stopped at his fist statement Tenzen would have agreed but to say such a thing to tell able soldiers to hurry up and die is unreasonable. In one form or another, every Shinigami pulls their weight, if they are injured then they have a chance to use it as a tool of- Maybe he should just say this out loud instead of thinking it. He parts his lips to speak when Captain Nakamoto snaps back, his eyes shifting towards the young boy at this point.
"Look, the last thing I need is a lecture about my priorities… especially from you,"
This is quickly devolving into an argument, thankfully the young Captain was quick to retort because if Tenzen would have added to what Kyomu said this small blaze could erupt into an inferno.
“The Shinigami you serve as their Captain don’t exist to just be your pawns– each and every one of them have their own dreams, their own ambitions. They aren’t just flesh bags you can dispose of at your order. With that type of logic… well, you're not any better than the prisoners of the Maggot's Nest that you failed to keep locked away.”
Yū makes a valid point here, they have both made valid points. Now, what will Tenzen say about these points that have been made? But why say anything at all it isn't his job to play mediator between these two. The boy seems rather angered his reddening face, his sharp glare, and puffed up chest all reinforced this observation, but what is the cause of such anger? The Phantom's words were harsh, yes, but to be this upset? There must be a deeper issue here that isn't showing up.
“Can you even count on two hands the number of good men you’ve sent to their graves because of your orders? Can you count it at all?”
Passionate words, the words you would expect of someone from the Fourth Division. He would know the death toll and the amount of injured these sorts of things may even haunt him. Tenzen understands he is in no place to add to either argument as he himself has his own personal issues and so he remains silent. The boy settles down and turns away from Kyomu, it seems like the tongue lashing is over. Once again Tenzen prepares to step forward to give his report only to have his stride interrupted once more by the young Captain.
"Why am I even surprised... what more could I expect from a traitorous snake like you."
Ah, there it is, the cause of the anger he finally lets it out. Tenzen sighs and finally steps forward not allowing for any more interruptions. He looks straight ahead towards Kyomu, right into his eyes, his vision shifts towards Yū, then Higen, and finally Maho before shifting his gaze towards the ground. He personally feels like it would be too awkward to look straight ahead while giving his report with Kyomu right across from him.
"Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die."
These are his words not only to the most recent argument but to everyone in the room who may be holding onto any hatred or resentment. Slowly, the Captains of the Gotei 13 are being painted in a new light for the Oda.
"Captain Oda of the Fifth Division and Kido Corps."
No stuttering, the time for that is long gone and with the air of the room slowly turning hostile he may find himself in a battle of words. That will pose no issue to him in the slightest if it does come to pass.
"Upon the return to my barracks a Priestess greeted me with information concerning the Kōtotsu event from five months ago. As they went through the Dangai records, Fifth Division was able to uncover records for the date of the event. It shows that all Kōtotsu traffic was rerouted by the Fifth Division for a Kiniro Yorugao of Eighth Division. Kiniro was meant to be trafficking some souls through the Dangai for emergency transport. Because of this, the Kōryū (拘流, Wresting Flow) was rerouted to allow traffic. This means that a Kotetsu should not have appeared, and its appearance was unnatural. Something within the Dangai redirected the Kotetsu back."
He pauses for a moment to let the Captains take in this information as he formulates his next line of thought and how he'll put it into words. In his mind the pause lasts for eternity but in reality, it only lasts for about three seconds.
"My hypothesis on this is that someone tampered with the Kōryū in some way, who that someone is I do not know but I will launch an investigation into the events around this Kiniro Yorugao person. He may have been innocent but his existence in the Dangai is the only lead I have to go on. I also speculate that the reason this information reached me so late is that whoever was behind it thinks that this information is no longer a threat to them, perhaps purposely leaving bread crumbs to distract us from their next move... Ah uhh... This is just my paranoia speaking, forgive me."
No, Tenzen meant to say every bit of that, it wasn't nervous chattering brought on by paranoia. He wants the others to be in the same line of thought. He may be on the lead to uncovering who did this or this information could just be a distraction, those are the two pieces of thought he wants to put forward, and perhaps the intuition of the others could spark something to go off of or even a new theory.
Now to address the elephant in the room.
"Also, you are all aware of the event that took place two months ago. Needless to say, I am at fault for that ever happening as I am the one who opened the pot. I had thoughts cross my mind not to open it, perhaps things would have turned out better, perhaps they could have gotten worse, that is irrelevant now. I had orders to open it and so I did, that's all there is to it unless anyone here is bold enough to go against the absolute word of the Commander when he gives an order?"
There it is, the Oda strikes out first before being the first one struck. The air is already hostile so why add to it? Why make an enemy out of everyone in the room? He has his reasons for it.
"As of right now my affliction is under control, yes I understand that I may slip and the Hollow may take over. Yes, I understand that I can be a danger to the Seireitei and the Soul Society. Yes, I understand the other two are in the same boat as me, however, instead of seeing us as ticking time bombs look at us as valuable military assets."
He has to justify his and the other two Vizard's existence within the Seireitei. He doesn't know how to give a heartfelt reason, not that it would work with these men of logic and reason. So, he will justify the Vizard's existence through logic and reason.
"If granted enough time we can train and hone this new power to use against the enemies of the Soul Society. The significant power boost it gives can be used as a valuable trump card on the field of battle. Once we garner more control over the Inner Hollow we will be a natural deterrent for Quincy should they ever regroup and become a threat to us. Who's to say that the old way of stopping their Bankai stealing abilities will work again. It is not a power that any of use desired or even thought about but now that we have it we will use it to benefit the Soul Society."
He pauses for a moment wondering if he should add more to what he has said. No, he has talked enough.
"That's it for my report."
His throat actually feels a bit dry, being a man of few words has taken its toll on him by giving this report. The first half of his report is the one he is most interested in hearing feedback about, the second half is more of him trying to put away any doubts the others may have about him and the other two Vizards. Needless to say, he is still ready to defend himself should the Captain's question him about his Inner Hollow.

 

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"Why am I even surprised... what more could I expect from a traitorous snake like you."
Well...it was only a matter of time, right? Until the pettiness began to fly. Their verbal exchange set Maho down a path of thought. Deep breaths filled his lungs with smoke. For all Kyomu's coldness, he spoke some semblance of truth. The Role of a shinigami was indeed to live and die for the sake of balance. Injury was only to be avoided if doing so meant failure of one's mission. Likewise Yu's words were from a place of truth as well. It was sad, those sort of things could only be seen by those with capable eyes. Most in this room had little need for the hopes and dreams of individual shinigami. Their souls were only a step above those poor and useless ones that littered the outer walls of the Soul society. The height of our walls were proof enough that such cares and fears were minor when it came to keeping fate in line. Captain Yu was perhaps the one hit hardest by this reality. Little did he know, for all that Kyomu's exterior showed us,
he could not hide from Maho. The Phantom's armor was as transparent as its namesake. Its flaws, his flaws, like the others that stood before him, were worn on their sleeves. Only the wisest refused to obscure this reality. The rest of them chose everyday to run from who they really were, while still being their true selves anyway.
And for what? Kyomu had enough in him to care for his foolish Lieutenant. Enough so, that seeing her in her transformed state, unsettled his usually cruel and cold exterior. He was shaken when he saw her. Yu needed to do his homework.
Maho wasn't going to stop him though. He let his venom stuffed words spill unhindered. Some of those naughty tid-bits would find their way into a SCC article in a month.
Heh...
It is the newest among them
Who intervenes. His report would be a long one.

"Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die."
Wise words, Maho would be sure to remember them.

"Captain Oda of the Fifth Division and Kido Corps."
"Upon the return to my barracks a Priestess greeted me with information concerning the Kōtotsu event from five months ago. As they went through the Dangai records, Fifth Division was able to uncover records for the date of the event. It shows that all Kōtotsu traffic was rerouted by the Fifth Division for a Kiniro Yorugao of Eighth Division. Kiniro was meant to be trafficking some souls through the Dangai for emergency transport. Because of this, the Kōryū (拘流, Wresting Flow) was rerouted to allow traffic. This means that a Kotetsu should not have appeared, and its appearance was unnatural. Something within the Dangai redirected the Kotetsu back."

. . .clearly

"My hypothesis on this is that someone tampered with the Kōryū in some way, who that someone is I do not know but I will launch an investigation into the events around this Kiniro Yorugao person. He may have been innocent but his existence in the Dangai is the only lead I have to go on. I also speculate that the reason this information reached me so late is that whoever was behind it thinks that this information is no longer a threat to them, perhaps purposely leaving bread crumbs to distract us from their next move... Ah uhh... This is just my paranoia speaking, forgive me."

Paranoia my ass...Talk yo shit, fool. Those are the words of a thinking man...

"Also, you are all aware of the event that took place two months ago. Needless to say, I am at fault for that ever happening as I am the one who opened the pot. I had thoughts cross my mind not to open it, perhaps things would have turned out better, perhaps they could have gotten worse, that is irrelevant now. I had orders to open it and so I did, that's all there is to it unless anyone here is bold enough to go against the absolute word of the Commander when he gives an order?"
No one would dare answer such a question in the open. But if The Commander gave him the order...

"As of right now my affliction is under control, yes I understand that I may slip and the Hollow may take over. Yes, I understand that I can be a danger to the Seireitei and the Soul Society. Yes, I understand the other two are in the same boat as me, however, instead of seeing us as ticking time bombs look at us as valuable military assets."
"If granted enough time we can train and hone this new power to use against the enemies of the Soul Society. The significant power boost it gives can be used as a valuable trump card on the field of battle. Once we garner more control over the Inner Hollow we will be a natural deterrent for Quincy should they ever regroup and become a threat to us. Who's to say that the old way of stopping their Bankai stealing abilities will work again. It is not a power that any of use desired or even thought about but now that we have it we will use it to benefit the Soul Society."
"That's it for my report."

There had been a lot that had transpired it seemed. But with each new piece of information, more questions were raised. Maho's voice, silent until this point, cuts in. There is no introduction. Only truth as he saw it.
There are still a few things that need to come to light...
For what it's worth. Yu's comments brought something to my attention. If Kyomu was truly a traitor. How is it that he still stands among us? Have "YU" put any thought as to w h y y y that is?
I had my money on him dying that day. I wasn’t gunna waste valuable time standing by for something as stupid as that.
His arms lift; into a shrug.

Yet here he breaths. Relatively unscathed. I’m sure those mental scars ain’t holding up too well. But then again...who’s are? I can't help but believe he had his reasons for puttin' his neck in the noose; willingly.
Kyomu is annoying. He is traitorous; and he Fasho’ is a snake. But he’s our traitorous snake. Yeah his words are harsh, but he barely means that himself.
Cut the kid some slack. You don’t have enough information yet to pass that judgement....
Maybe...JUST maybe, if we had more hands. Had either of you been free to assist me. Had less of us been idle, doing nothing...
Then Captain Higen would have had no need to risk his life.
Maybe having all of our active Captains present would have been the
P r o t o c o l you felt the need to bitch at as us about.
You had a problem with how I do things? Then If you had something to say... you shoulda’ just said it...
His cigar extinguishes into a tiny roach during his speech. However minor; his tone remains casual. Despite his tone, each word carries itself to the tempo of conviction. His voice gives his words life.
His right arm reaches into his pocket and removes a black box. Placing the roach in, he retrieves a fresh cigar and places it between his lips. His fingers collide and with a snap, a ball of flames conjures itself. The tip ignites and again smoke encircles him.
"As far as I'm concerned, the handful in here who did act against the Kototsu did so to the best of their ability. There was nothing standard about what transpired. There are few rules for disaster. And that’s exactly what it was. Let’s not sugar coat. None of what Tenzen has said explains why this specific Kototsu was twice as large and twice as fast as a normal one. From what I recall. Its path was deliberate. It moved with purpose...
He takes the cigar and places it between his fingers. There is an exhale of smoke.
"What fate would you prefer for the souls of the Rukongai? Accidental death by my hands? Displacement by the Kototsu and left to space and time? How bout a deliberate death at the hands of the Head captain? How different would this meeting have been had we all failed? For the sake of balance, I doubt The commander would have held anything back. We may have lost more lives from that alone.
As far as I'm concerned, those that acted did so, giving us something to stand here and debate about should and shouldn’t-have happened...
If you weren't there to see it. If you weren’t there to lend a hand in stopping it, then keep that pretty mouth of yours shut..."
“Otherwise, we can take this outside...”
He shifts his eye to Tenzen, scrutinizing his form.
"Any Information you need on this, Yorugao, I can provide you after the meeting. Your thought process is sound and sits with what I've discovered in my investigation. Youve even gone as far as too unnecessarily justify your new found stregnth to the rest of us. There is little need TenZen San. The Commander has already made that choice for us. Anyone with any forethought could see that with their eyes closed. Had it no use, you’d have died before our very eyes.
There are more important matters than that. Questions still left unanswered. Namely about that pot itself...
His eyes, hidden, focus on the Head Captains. What do those blind eyes see? Do any thoughts actually travel through that old mind. One can only wonder.
”Why was it created? For what purpose. Does it serve? There is scarce information on its creation anywhere in the Soul Society. Why was it moved that day specifically? Not only did it disappear; but you returned moments later with it in your custody. I suppose Captain Tenzen cannot give us an answer to any of these questions. No...
So tell us...
Head Captain..Murasaki...
...What have those eyes seen...
...that we cannot..?

The dragons words were honest and sincere. These were logical questions to ask. For what purpose did such a vile device exist? There would be little to learn from bickering amongst each other. It was obvious they were just in the dark as anyone else. Meaning the truth could only come from the source of it all. The Commander.

 

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It wasn't a long nap, Kiku lay there plagued by nightmares. It was uncommon for his peaceful and heavy slumber to be disturbed by such things. Yet, there he tossed and turned awaiting a resolution in his mind. Before he knew it he was inside his Zanpakuto Manifested world. Standing attached by marionette strings, Kiku looked up to see his Zanpakuto Spirit. The massive demon like ogre would snicker and laugh as he looked down at Kiku. With a roll of his eyes and a deep sigh, Kiku would shrug and start looking around. The same placid scene lay out, as they exit in this space.

" So, What's the deal. You brought me in here for what?" A deep cloud of smog fell and fluffed around Kiku, the heavy stench of tobacco filled his nose, even through his face mask. A series of deep grunts followed, His spirit was coughing. " Kiku my boy. My child, My idiot son. " Kiku would sigh again before getting thrust up by the strings he was attached too. His spirit hoisted him up so they were face to face. Now starting down the end of a smoking pipe, Kiku would continue. " You wont let me sleep, So obviously you have something to tell me, or you wouldn't be showing yourself. " Kiku said bitterly, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at his Zanpakuto Spirit. Who at this point furrowed his brows and shot smoke out of the right side of his mouth." Yes, you little shit. You have become stagnant, you think just because i am lazy, it means you can be too? it's time to get off your ass and develop your skills some more. You need to make yourself useful. Kiku slouched, was this what it's come too? His lazy, nearly useless Zanpakuto Spirit, demeaning him about his own hypocritical features. Another sigh came from Kiku, as if he was drowsing away. He went to respond but instead came too, he was awake in his beat. A light sweat blanketing his forehead.
Sitting up, the sun light peaking in from the window of his room caught the glisten against his skin showing through the dark purple mesh tank top. Swinging his feet off the bed, they placed them self into a pair of shoes. He would look over to his Zanpakuto sitting in the corner. Standing and walking too it, he picked it up and placed it in his waistband on the left side. Taking his haori off a rack hung behind his door, he slipped his torso into it and then his arms into the others sleeves. ' He is right, i need to motivate myself into moving forward, one way or another. I'm stronger than i look, and work harder than i show, it might be time for a change. ' Opening his door, he would start a walk down the halls to look for the Head Lieutenant. He had a few questions to ask her.
----Looking for Honoka--