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It was about 2 pm, the day was beautiful, the sun was out and beaming straight towards the ground. A singular soul who was done with his training regime was finally finishing up his routine. Wiping the sweat from his forehead as his body was revealed under the sun. Massive scars over his torso...

After running for several dozen meters, Ijoushi felt a twang of discontent. The trip grew stale, and he failed to find anything that would be worthy of an article, despite his meticulous searching. He was also not very fond of his solitude, and felt it would be better to report back to his...

"Heheh! You're gonna lose nii-chan! Last one there is a rotten rice dumpling!" "Hey, you're supposed to do those races fair!.. Hmph..!" The 6th seat frowned as Shin'eki ran ahead, transcending Ijoushi's realm of sight. He carefully lunged forward, and attempted to accelerate into a formidable...

Shin'eki couldn't help but reveal a full smile, as he looked toward Ijoushi. He was glad to have someone so understanding as a friend. "Well then, let's arrive in a swift fashion!!" Unable to hold back his child-like laughter, the boy would then shoot forward, performing a set of quickly timed...

~----Arriving in Northwest Seireitei, from Northeast Seireitei----~ Ijoushi made more mutters and whines as he was pulled, watching as the Ninth Division district faded away, and eased into the Twelfth's territory. It was a bumpy ride, and he felt his geta skidding and clunking against the dull...

----Arriving from North-East Seireitei---- While Shin'eki charged forward, it wouldn't be until both he and Ijoushi reached the boarder of the central line that separated the North East from the North West that Shin'eki would release his grip from his underling's shihakusho collar. The...

It has been quite a lot of time since Kyo's last mission. 'Pure failure. If only I were capable of better sensing Reiryoku. Or be more capable in Kidō.' He nodded. He knew his faults. He had even thought of them while at the mission. He had to become better. Stronger. His aim now true. . ...

It appeared that Kurotsuchi was incredibly interested in each of the files that were strewn upon the screen, the only curiosity Nozamu felt at the moment though is what truly piqued his interest as there were so many different things to choose from. Intricate drawings that detailed how reiryoku...

- - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - In the depths of the Twelfth Division, the hive of brilliant minds; the thinkers, creators, scientists of every field — two of the brightest convene in the dark, where ideas are spoken, thoughts exchanged, and secrets revealed. A person stands amongst them...

. . . . . . . . . She had blinked as the Lieutenant lifted the injured man out from his bed with ease placing him over her shoulder like he was just a sack of rice to her. She couldn’t help but blink at this sight, memorized by what has happened and is happening, as Lieutenant Hageshi...

As she came to the end of Jinnosuke’s verbal thrashing, she removed her cloak from her shoulders and then roughly took hold of the man. From there he’d have found himself unceremoniously tossed onto the back of her neck and shoulders where he would hang limp and like a noodle. Without bones to...

Kurotsuchi continues pondering as his thoughts derail of course and begin zipping from one question to the next. Mind lost within the sea of thoughts, tongue glazing over his bulging eye. ”Kurotsuchi you are an interesting individual to say the least, but I can tell that you lack discipline.”...

The walk between the two divisions was for the most part short. Though she had time to think upon her words to Katsuo, her request being rejected to bring two unseated members to observe, her unwillingness to go and confront the quincies despite them being in their jurisdiction. It felt like she...

BOOM. For what seemed like an eternity there was silence for Jinnosuke’s disabled self. A calm that would give him plenty of time to feel every ounce of the repercussions begotten from his intensive training. Each involuntary bodily twitch would no doubt harshly remind him of how close he’s come...

He heard Oyama, but didn't like the idea of taking other Shinigami as well, but not let them interfere or interact with the Hollow or Quincies. They'd be a standing Target if things would go her way. He shook his head. "Oyama, if I brought more inexperienced Shinigami with me i'd only be...

The picture was taken and it was a wonderful moment for all three; a smile on all three of them as the unseated member took the photo. He too had a smile it seemed to be contagious. Once it was all said and done he handed the phone back to Oyama, to which she would immediately sent it towards...

For a moment as Nozamu continued on with his initial theory on how they might be able to seperate the Hollow and the Shinigami that currently afflicted the new generation of Vizards in the Gotei, he prayed internally to the Soul King that for once Kurotsuchi was going to at least try and work...

Just as his image poured into view Hibiki’s own innate ability led to him spinning around to meet the figure albeit the response was still fairly slow as his feet touched the ground far before Hibiki had even spun to greet him. His eyes were partially wide as this was a natural bodily response...

Hibiki Maeda, a Shinigami used to the luxury of the Eleventh Division. In a time of peace, there is little use for a Division of warriors, let alone those of lower rank. As Fourth Seat, Hibiki enjoyed the privilege of peace, lounging about, training when he desired, with no true responsibility...

Memorable. A moment to live longer in the depths of his mind. Even the darkness that his Inner Hollow cascades over his inner world would feel the strength that this moment held. Sickening to him, but breath of genuine happiness for Arashi. He must enjoy the little things, now more than ever...