[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

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Peaceful Stroll
The Priestess was giving Tenzen detailed explanations on what has been happening within his Division. The information about Jiroshizo will be passed off momentarily to Captain Yugure, once done it will no longer be his problem, he has no intention of interrogating or keeping that man locked up in his Barracks. Next he is told about Himari, which almost illicites a chuckle from him considering the parties involved. Katsuo had the stomach to follow through and maim a fellow Shinigami, good, with that name he carries he needs to be sure to do it justice, and maiming others in a training session is the perfect way to remind others of the Seireitei how the Oda like to train. Then there is Himari, the victim in this situation, it should be understood that his urge to chuckle isn’t to mock her, it is laced with hints of pride for the girl. To train against a Lieutenant, lose her arms then make the decision to become a true killer by enlisting into the ranks of true killers. Had she gone to any other Division, aside from Eleventh, he would have assumed she was running away from fighting altogether. She ran into the palms of a killer, palms that represent death itself and she seeks to embrace it. There is no mockery here, only pride.
The good news continues to flow as he next hears about the return and ‘revival’ of Eizoku. Now this causes him to grin and chuckle. His top two seated members have both faced adversity that brought them very close to death, tasted it even. They learned how to survive and have surely grown stronger from it. This is good, he himself was raised to put survival above all else, above honor, pride, prestige and concepts of fairness. With his Lieutenant and Third Seat having been exposed to such terror and overcome it they have become, what Tenzen considers, perfect soldiers. He now has something to look forward to when he returns to his barracks, debriefing Eizoku on what happened in the Dangai.
Of course not all news can be good as Tenzen is informed Takashi is still missing, still gone after one hundred years to who knows where. The Captain waves his hand, to interrupt the Priestess, not wanting to hear more of what he has been hearing in regards to Takashi. It's been the same report for the past one hundred years. He sighs thinking about reorganizing his Division, the ever prideful Jizakai has potential but has not yet been forged in the flames of death as Arashi and Eizoku have, perhaps a baptism in said fire could awaken something in him. He has not forgotten Kiku who has been diligently studying Kido, something most forget to do once they reach the level of master. To refamiliarize oneself with the actual texts and descriptions of these spells can open up new avenues for tactics or even reopen previously forgotten uses of spells. The usage of Kido is not so clear cut as it may seem. The Priestess is finally dismissed, using Shunpo to return with the other Kido Corps members to look over the broken barrier. Shortly after this Captain Yugure approaches, offering Tenzen a rice cake but he respectfully declines it.
“So, what was the last captain’s meeting like?”
”Before I answer that, Jiroshizo Raikyu, sound familiar to you? He claims to be former Ninth Division but our records show him as being missing for over One Hundred years with no sign of attempted contact with the Soul Society. He is currently imprisoned at my Barracks, when this is over please see to him. Now, the last meeting, hmmm…”
He takes a moment to think back, one hundred years is a long time even such important and vital events such as the Captain meeting in question becomes hard to piece together and recall instantly, let alone recalled with crystal clarity. However, it does come back to him, in pieces. The worst parts come first with former Captain Commander Murasaki crumbling the supports that held up every Captain’s pride, forcing them to wallow in the muck of their own failures and realize they too have flaws. Then he recalls the “fun” part, one of the first times he was able to cut loose and enjoy himself in battle without fear of killing his opponent. His twisted grin of enjoyment etches itself on his face without him knowing it, so relaxed and comfortable with himself these days he lets things like this slip all the time.
”It was fun, I doubt it will be the same as last time but it will be nice to see the other Captains. I haven’t seen Captains Nakamoto and Mukuro since the last one, same for Captain Asakura whom I haven’t seen for just as long.”
He does not know about Captain Hageshi’s promotion to Captain nor of Itsuki Asakura’s death; these things will become clear in the meeting to come. Though he does ponder a thought, he does not like how distant the Captains are with one another, only hearing about them through voices on the wind or in Captain Mukuro’s case not hearing about him at all. So isolated in their duties it is like each Captain forgets they are part of a whole, that they too are but a cog in the machine known as the Gotei Thirteen.
A Meeting of Questions
The group arrives, Commander Kagayaki entering first with Tenzen trailing behind him and his wife. In the meeting hall are faces he never expected to grace this place, or in this instance disgrace. First he takes notice of Honoka looking disheveled and worse for wear, mentally and emotionally. As he continues his pace towards his spot in this hall he notices two small children, putting two and two together on who the green headed boy was, was easy, both parents were there to draw the conclusion, but there was another boy, an unknown one. As Captain Oda steps past him he can’t help but feel his instincts telling him to fight, to be prepared for something as if there is a monster lurking around the corner. The only one who ever gave him this overwhelming fight or flight response was Shobatsu Murasaki, but there is no way this is his child, right?
Right?
He averts his gaze and moves on seeing Katsuo Oda here with one of his Division members, shackles on their wrist same as Honoka. He does not frown, he does not grumble, he just looks away from the blue eyed Oda and presses on until he reaches his spot in the hall and stands idle. He sees a familiar face, Kyomu Mukuro, looking more mature than the last time they met. He seems to have grown, not only in strength but in mind as well, Tenzen assumes this gathering surely must be his doing since the smell of freshly spilled blood permeates from the Mukuro.
“REPORT”
The booming voice of the Titan calls for Captain Mukuro to report. Tenzen Oda is quite curious to hear what the Phantom has to say because with the people in shackles gathered here a plethora of questions race through the minds of any who are ignorant to what is going on. But most importantly, what has Katsuo gotten himself wrapped up in?

 

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Northwest Seireitei ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Central Seireitei
Their combined steps were so fluid, they made soundless steps across the rooftops of the orange tiles of the Seireitei buildings. Although the woman was more than half the Kiyoshi’ age, her Shunpo and his seemed to be in synchronized harmony with the seasoned approach Shusuke had taken in the last century. Black silhouettes of the two high-ranking officials bouncing through the vacant winds the Seireitei had to offer. The journey itself at first was silent, Shusuke allowed Atsuko some time to her own thoughts as he sifted through his own, but he could not understand the occurrence of the death of a Captain so suddenly, while it would seem she had just as much information as he would, he wanted to place a further understanding of the predicament that the Seventh Division falls into without its captain. The two moved swiftly but he did not slow his pace so as to talk, with a few well placed words with open ended questions, he too would soon grasp the entire picture of the situation. But first, the silence would need to be broken.
“You must forgive me of my suspicions from earlier at the gate Lieutenant Ise. Gone are the days where I was a detective of Sixth, but a curious mind always craves more stimulation. Is there anything you could tell me further about the unfortunate circumstance to befall your division? I’m sure if you’d allow me, I’d be able to tell you my personal opinion on this particular murder.”
His British accent came across as enticingly charming. He left a pause in his statement so that Atsuko could digest his words. He only wishes to help, while also gathering information for the Ninth Division. Afterward, he planned to compile all the data from his conversation with Atsuko and what Uzu Ogawa would discover at the Fourth Division. The two would be travelling perpendicular to one another, side-by-side as their travels whisked them to report to the Central Seireitei, the home to the infamous First Division barracks. The last time Shusuke was there, he had to escort the titicularly taboo ex Captain-Commander of the Seireitei, Shobatsu Murasaki. The Lieutenant from Ninth is one of the last three people to see the old commander before he was re-locked away into the Muken after his treachery concerning those who served the Central Forty-Six prior to the last one hundred years. The very thought still gave him a level of unease, the Kiyoshi still had information concerning those seven days that he had still needed to look into. Including a mysterious Central Forty Six computer break in just some days after the events.
Whether or not Atsuko chose to partake in conversation, it would merely pass whatever time was left in their travels, Shusuke had already sent word to the First Division to allow him and Atsuko passage. He figured it would be safe to report to the Commander, but as they neared he sensed many flares of Reiatsu present around the perimeter and within the barracks, some familiar, some not. Assuming Atsuko could feel the growing sensations emanating from the First Division, they both would make little haste in the remainder of their trip. Eventually arriving at the gate, with two esteemed and proud members who bore the emblem of the violet chrysanthemums, it was apparent that they had arrived. Not appearing any less than several steps from the gates after a rapid journey, Shusuke didn’t stop and continued walking along as the gates of the First Division were opened to them both upon the sight of their arrival, one of the perks of being the second-in-command within a military order, immediate recognition. Those would both walk through seamlessly into the only division adorned by near sky scraping buildings. Much more decadent and governing than the other twelve barracks. It always amazed him how they managed to keep the walls so clean like fresh porcelain.
The walk once again grew quiet between the two Lieutenants, he wasn’t sure if Atsuko had any nerves or was nervous but he figured he’d try and break the silence with some dark humor.
“You know, last time I was here, There was a party of Forty-Seven people that took place...Forty-Six of them died and we saw one survivor. We asked him what happened and he said; ‘I wasn’t having a good time’.”
Surely a terrible joke to make to be sure, but he had a certain way to cut the tension in a stuffy room by addressing the dark and obvious. As the two walked through the barracks and straight up the omnipresent steps leading up to the Captains Meeting Hall. More memories washed through his mind, all swinging back to the first time he met Shobatsu Murasaki in person, and the last time he would ever lay eyes on him. Nothing could ever allow Shusuke to forget the level of impermanence and infinite possibilities that lay behind the eyes of the Great Judicator. After some minutes of climbing, the two would finally reach, the Hall. Just several steps before entering, he looked to Atsuko and spoke again before she gave her report.
“Hey, whatever happens. I support you, Lieutenant Ise. I am sorry for your loss.”
He was trying to be genuine, but without any haste and leaving her with nothing but a nod, he allowed her to take the lead going into the Hall. He was unsure of what he would find on the other side, and who would be waiting for them once the report was given. The moment of truth awaits.

 

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“So, what was the last captain’s meeting like?”
“Before I answer that, Jiroshizo Raikyu, sound familiar to you? He claims to be former Ninth Division but our records show him as being missing for over One Hundred years with no sign of attempted contact with the Soul Society. He is currently imprisoned at my Barracks, when this is over please see to him.”
“Jirōshizo… Raikyū.”
Yasu chews on the rice cake he denies after finishing off her lollipop, head tilted upward as if doing so would jog her memory. She thinks, far back then the moment she had stepped foot into her new division and immediately asked for the records of the former Captain, it’s lieutenant, and their third seat. Mahō Kojima’s death had created quite a ruckus as records had shown that his younger brother had attempted to go AWOL but happened to be downed by whatever forces in revenge for his brother. Just like that, the Kojima’s legacies were snuffed out like a flame in the wind. Apparently Jirō had been caught trying to flee with Kyuuzou but escaped to the world of the living and stayed there for all this time up until now. The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. Surely someone who abandoned their position long ago wouldn’t just waltz back into their aforementioned place of desertion. Regardless of what she may have thought, nothing was certain until she saw it for her own eyes…
…and she would deal with him accordingly.
“Now, the last meeting, hmmm…”
Oh, this should be good.
Yasu smiles in response, her denreishiki set to be recording the conversation so she would have something to add later to the upcoming issue if it was juicy enough. He takes a moment to think back, one hundred years is a long time even such important and vital events such as the Captain meeting in question becomes hard to piece together and recall instantly, let alone recalled with crystal clarity. Yasu quietly observes his facial expressions, eagerly watching every muscle twitch and strain even in the slightest with each thought passing through his head. She rather enjoyed watching people think before they say anything. It was amusing as eyebrows often furrow in deep concentration, or the corners of their lips twitch when about to tell a lie or when something rather dastardly crosses that threshold. She sees it firsthand with the often stoic monk as his twisted grin of enjoyment etches itself on his face without him knowing it, so relaxed and comfortable with himself these days he lets things like this slip all the time. Her purple orbs widen just ever so slightly and she leans in rather closely as he begins his recollections.
“It was fun, I doubt it will be the same as last time but it will be nice to see the other Captains. I haven’t seen Captains Nakamoto and Mukuro since the last one, same for Captain Asakura whom I haven’t seen for just as long.”
“I see… fun.”
As he lists off the names of the other captains, Yasu can’t help but flinch at the name of her former superior as decades of memories flood back in. Someone she had seen every day for just close to half of her lifetime so far had become a distant being since she had achieved captaincy. Once she had left the Second Division barracks, her feet felt cemented to the ground the moment she stepped outside of its doors and for a moment, felt… lost; numb, even; Leaving the safety and shadow of the Phantom, the Seireitei’s number one brat was —for the first time in a long time — alone. Compared to Yūna, whom she frequented often due to the training sessions with the Commander, she hadn’t seen Kyomu Mukuro since, perhaps of her own volition or his; she would blame this on simply her newfound responsibilities as a Captain of the Gotei Thirteen and not on the fear or realization that she had essentially abandoned the man who had raised her into a capable shinigami that would uphold her duties until death called her name. The Phantom who would never show himself other than his bouts of anger or strictness or frustrations, especially with her. Yet it was with her that he carried her on his snack-stealing adventures, those undisclosed trips to the World of the Living for his unhealthy obsession with manga, and his quiet, trusting nature that made her a pillar of support, something that he could rely on when all else failed.
And she left, because all that she saw herself as was a burden that did nothing but put herself in dangerous situations.
A brat that refused to learn from her mistakes; Yasu was consistently put in danger and it was always him who came to save her; a weakness to Kyomu and herself… Perhaps she should have participated in the culling that day. From what she knew, Kyomu had not taken another lieutenant, nor wouldn’t let anyone get close to him; not as close as she had gotten. And she felt relief for some reason, yet in the same breath disappointment. There was a bad taste left in her mouth, but they may have been the blood from earlier. There aren’t any words exchanged after that as Yasu gets lost in her thoughts once more and unwraps another lollipop that was seemingly pulled out of thin air.

Fated Crossroads
“Hontoni…”
She is side by side with Captain Oda, idly observing her surroundings since they left the training grounds. Whatever it was that required the captains and the commander to see to it must have been important. They trail behind the Commander and his wife, Yasu idly gazing upon the long locks of hair she possessed in wonder; while Yasu did like her long hair, it had kept getting in her way when she would work, so she got rid of it, returning to her roots with the wild, boyish look that she was known for. The closer they get to the hall, the more anxious she gets, her fingers twitching with every step closer. Like those before her, Yasu notices the two smaller entities that clearly don’t belong amongst the crowd. The messy mop of green hair and dark skin has Yasu casually making a glance at the married couple and she finds their offspring to be completely adorable. The other one with stark black hair and pale skin sends a chill down her spine and she is unsure why but the feeling that the topic of today’s meeting would somehow include this ominous child causes her to break her gaze away in a short panic and keep her face forward as their party passes them and steps past the meeting hall’s threshold. There is a distinct smell that the child carries and Yasu fights all of the urge to cover her nose as memories of being in that man’s presence consisted of nothing but pain and fear. Yet he smells just as familiar in a comforting way but she is unable to place it until the next moment.
Yasu is the last to enter, and sees every individual that occupies the place from the Head Lieutenant, Captain Mukuro — both who receive a bow of the head as she passes them — then Lieutenant Oda, another shinigami with purple hair, and Honoka Oki. She catches the seki-seki cuffs that sit on their wrists and Yasu is wondering just exactly what was happening. She stares at Honoka particularly longer than the others and she casts a glance out of her peripherals back at that child that nearly had her hurling. Someone would surely have to be an idiot otherwise if they couldn’t put two and two together, but she had no place to speak of as of now. She hadn’t seen the Oki woman since she had visited all that time ago when she had passed her test and was bestowed the Oki Clan crest. She would be lying if she said she didn’t abuse it since she got the okay, and as thanks, every few decades or so, Yasu would have ordered a basket of goods to be sent to the Oki Compound since she could never go herself. If not for today, she truly would have never known otherwise. These three imprisoned shinigami had been escorted by the Second Division captain, the Commander of the Onmitsukidō, and to be personally brought by him had meant for the most serious of offenses to be committed by these individuals.
The Commander takes his place before them all, and Tenzen is next to take his position. Yasu stands right beside him in line, rolling the cherry-flavored candy around in her mouth.
“Report.”
Her attention immediately turns to Kyomu, whom she has given her respects to since graduating from the Academy. The scent of iron hits the girl in full recognition, but she is still unsure if it isn’t just coming from her former wounds. It isn’t exactly potent but it is still within the air, sticking very closely to the Oki and faintly from the Phantom. She observes him more closely, seeing the changes since she last faced him, but even then, all she saw was his back that he kept to her. Now that they stood face-to-face, what would he have to say about the events unfolding right before her eyes. She was unsure if the Commander calling for the other Captains involved them in this current situation, but perhaps it was something else. All the cards would be revealed soon enough. She is unaware of the fact her own lieutenant is inching closer and closer with some unfortunate news that would only sour the room even more than it already was.

 

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The last voice to hear once everyone was settled, was none other than Head Lieutenant Fuyuko Kasumi, offering instructions to all those present, though it was clear her target audience were those detained and in custody. They are left with nothing beyond the deafening silence — along with their own inner voices and thoughts. Kyomu remains statuesque in form and stillness, his posture unwavering, unbending as they wait.

He’s here
Fitting that before he was even seen, before his massive steps could even be heard, the goliath of a Commander’s reiatsu was easily felt as if he were standing there amongst them. It is a force that weighs on everyone present, even before the Commander actually crosses the threshold of the massive doors into the equally massive hall. When he does enter, Kyomu’s posture does not shift or change, he does not move an inch. He stands there as the Commander inspects the scenes and those within it as he advances. The sound of his heavy steps serve to feed the imaginations to the strength held within his massive frame from the sheer weight behind each step taken.
“Captain Mukuro. Send messengers to retrieve Captain Asakura, Captain Hageshi, Captain Nakamoto, and Lieutenant Hyouzoku.”
Kyomu is given instructions, and while he may not know the meaning behind calling all these individuals here, especially Lieutenant Hyouzoku, he does not question his orders. He glances towards his Stealth Force, the first actual action he has taken since taking his post within the hall. Turning allows him to see Captain Oda of the Fifth Division following in the Commander’s wake along with Captain Yugure of the Ninth Division, the Phantom’s former protege and Lieutenant. His expression does not shift, there is no anger or sadness in his gaze. This is the first time in over a century that he has laid eyes on her, that the two have occupied the same space. What did it say, that it is only under such circumstances that the two are brought back together?
The Phantom’s thoughts remain inscrutable as he seems to carry on with business as usual, seemingly unaffected by the sight of young Yasu. The agent nods his head, taking a step back before vanishing from the premises. Kyomu returns facing forward just as both Captains have taken their respective places and just as the Commander sits upon his massive throne of authority.
“Report.”
And so it begins. Despite calling for the other Captain class officers the Commander makes it clear that he has no intentions on waiting for them to arrive before beginning. Did this mean that he had other matters he wanted to address? No matter, he along with the others would learn soon enough, just as they would all learn how impossible a task it would be to summon Captain Asakura there, at least...in the manner intended. Kyomu nods his head and takes a step forward, turning to face the Commander.
”Captain Mukuro of the Second Division, reporting-”
Kyomu begins his address, and while normally a man of very few words, today there was much to say.
”As everyone is aware, Fuyuko Kasumi is the current Lieutenant of the First Division, a spot once occupied by Honoka Oki. While Head Lieutenant Kasumi was promoted to the position there was never an official demotion of Honoka, at least not in a manner which would explain such a drastic change in Lieutenants. It is a fact that would only transpire if Honoka had died or...if she was missing.”
While the Commande has asked for his report, the Phantom begins from the beginning, explaining how he has arrived at the situation as it is now, explaining or rather, justifying every action he has taken. When he speaks he does not turn to see if the other Captains are listening as well, for as far as he is concerned they are not the ones he is speaking to. His words are meant for one man alone, the one sitting upon the stone throne.
”Despite Honoka’s disappearance, there seemed to be little to no fuss, nor was there any manner of explanation given, at least not genuinely or truly. As not only a Noble but a high ranking Shinigami of the Seireitei this was a rather...huge matter, where not even rumors could be heard prattling from the snoopers of the Ninth Division.”
A jab towards the Dragon’s division or...was it rather one towards his former Lieutenant who now headed the Division of reporters and was also incredibly close to the former Head Lieutenant. Was the Phantom indirectly accusing Yasu and the Ninth of a cover up? Given Kyomu’s lack of expression and no shift in the tone of his voice it was difficult to truly interpret the meaning or rather the intentions behind his words.
”Intelligence, revealed that the Former Head Lieutenant was believed to be pregnant, and while the father has not been...technically confirmed there are...assumptions. Regardless, it stands true that Honoka abandoned the Seireitei and for One hundred years remained unaccounted for, had not returned nor had she been brought in.”
The Captain is specific in his wording, by stating intelligence is how he happened upon the information and not a singular source that same source remains anonymous for it is not outside the realm of ability for the Onmitsukido to acquire a variety of information through various means.
”Intelligence further revealed that Lieutenant Katsuo Oda has been in communication with the fugitive Oki, further confirmed when he was apprehended leaving from the Oki clan Compound. It is known that the Lieutenant has voiced his stance regarding the standards of the Gotei 13 many times in the past, and it is this same stance that would undoubtedly have him aid th fugitive subject in question rather than taking any action towards her apprehension. The young woman who was also found in the vicinity and as she is the subordinate of Lieutenant Oda I was unable to determine her involvement if any, so she was detained as well.”
Kyomu pauses once more, nearing the important factor regarding his interaction with Honoka. This is the first time he has spoken so extensively in quite a while, and the information just presented does not paint the young Oda in a positive light, especially before that of his older brother who he has idolized for years. Though adopted into the clan, Katsuo should understand better than any other person in the room save for Tenzen himself, just how devoted the Oda are to the Seireitei even during the time of their banishment. The Phantom has further placed a target on the detained Lieutenant by mentioning his repeated vocal opposition towards the Seireitei and its protocols, beliefs and standards — an act alone that has seen many individuals locked away in the Nest of Maggots. While it may seem harmless and innocent on the surface, it is such beliefs and actions that have been the spark to start uprisings and civil wars throughout history, forming divisions in otherwise sound structures that demand unity among its ranks. Kyomu proceeds on, as he knows that time is precious and the Commander is still waiting for the completion of his report.
”When I arrived at the Oki compound where Honoka was revealed to be, I attempted to bring her in with words alone. Unfortunately, before I could even finish speaking the former Head Lieutenant became immediately hostile. Deeming verbal negotiation to be pointless, I had intended to kill her on the spot, if not for the intervention of the former matriarch of the Oki Noble Family. The elder Oki appeared to reprimand Honoka Oki, but then moved to negotiate the terms of her surrender. I warned her...I warned them both about the severity of the situation and the ramifications of their actions and its effect on their clan...they didn’t listen, and Honoka instead chose to attack me and my men.”
Kyomu pauses, there is a heaviness that fills the room, a cold shift in the air.
”As the clan had worked to hide the fugitive, had refused to corporate and had made their stance against me known during the fulfillment of my duties, the Oki clan were deemed a threat to the Seireitei, and so I killed every man woman and child in the compound of the Oki clan with the exception of Honoka herself and the former matriarch. I left the older Oki alive admittedly to act as collateral to threaten Honoka should she choose to attack again. Securing the fugitive, along with Honoka’s child and your family that was present at the time, I rendezvoused with the rest of my men and we returned here to present the parties to you. End report.”
Kyomu closes his eyes and returns to his previous position. He does not move to look towards Honoka, Fuyuko or his colleagues. Despite mentioning the slaughter of an entire noble family by his hand, he reports it as he would anything else. Even as he spoke on the matter there was no fluctuation in his voice, no hint of anger or sadness when mentioning being attacked by Honoka, he simply mentions the facts as they were in a matter of fact manner. With nothing further to be said the floor is returned to the Commander himself. Kyomu has presented the information, and it is perhaps Higen who understands the matter regarding the child better than any of those present. He and Honoka being the two closest beings to the now imprisoned Judicator, a friend of the fugitive Oki who if not him would understand the motives of her heart? Understands who alone took up such a spot, would be deemed worthy enough for her to go so far as to take action that would bear fruit in the form of a child if not Shobatsu himself? While it was only a mere feeling when the Shining Knight had first gazed upon the boy, that feeling would undoubtedly cement itself into certainty with Kyomu having concluded his report.
This was a delicate matter, one that could cause quite the scandal, and cause much unrest by those to believe Murasaki to be the monster he is painted as in the tabloids of the SCC, and now there was potentially a miniature version of him roaming about unchecked by anyone? Would he grow up to seek vengeance against the society that imprisoned his father? How much did he know? The situation was a headache, and more than that...a ticking time bomb. It was now left to Commander Kagayaki to determine just how to handle such a potential threat, if the child truly was such.

 

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Southwest Seireitei → Central SeireiteiWith Jatiri traveling to his destination, he had some time to think about the recent spar. He was reflecting on it. Doing so gave him a strong desire to train on his own later, at an appropriate time. Presently, there was his task, which was more urgent. It wouldn't be long until he arrived at the gates of the Fifth. He wanted to get there as soon as possible, wanted to see Jiroshizo. How was he? Accelerating with every step, Jatiri considered how much events of the past likely affected Jiroshizo. He lost two who were very close to him. The pain he must harbor as a result must be tremendous. Hopefully, after all this time, he had learned to live with the pain. There was no other way around it, Jatiri thought.
Another thought he had was what sort of punishment awaited Jiroshizo. It would probably be a severe one unless he had a good enough explanation for his action. Who knows? He might luck out. To do so was all one in his position could hope. Jatiri certainly hoped for the best possible outcome.
He also hoped to catch up with Jiroshizo. Perhaps the pink hair shinigami had plenty of things to share, in which case Jatiri could learn a lot. He stopped in front of large gates. He finally arrived, his eyes wandering. They searched for any officers who could grant him access to the barracks.