Appearing just as he vanished, Zhou was now located in the Rukongai, where the games had taken fruit. From the number of spiritual pressures present, there was one he was searching for, despite how faint it may have been. The last that he had heard of Honoka was that a certain Lieutenant scooped her up. Due to his own time as a part of the Gotei 13, this male wasn’t someone that was foreign to him, but the reverse perhaps could not have been said.
The stoic male had arrived at the north gate of the Rukongai. In contrast to his visage of lack of emotion, there were a variety of different reactions to the Kenpachi games from the souls within the area. Although he hadn’t a reason to bask in the glory or the lack thereof, he still could practically feel the surge of energy radiating from the number of souls that were in the area – a pure demonstration of just how important these games were not only for the participants, but for the soul society as well. Upon searching for his fellow division member, a stroke of nostalgia came in the form of a female that had grown slightly taller, more muscular, and bore even more of a presence than what she did before. This was none other than the newly made captain of the ninth division: Yasu Yūgure.
Instantly, a flashback played of the onlookers spectating the games through their denreishinki. They praised the captain so, especially with the public use of what was previously normalized as a power not fit for the soul society. Once being a member of the second division, the idea of strength aligned with using whatever you had in order to successfully complete a mission. Mask or not, she was ultimately taught to use whatever in her arsenal that was necessary for a victorious outcome. Ever since she was confirmed to be a vizard, Zhou still held the same beliefs about her: As long as she did not hinder the Gotei 13, she’d never be someone that he’d ever be up against. A century passed; it was more than evident that she had grown significantly stronger than what she was before. That same resounding strength that Zhou wanted to seek, taking steps outside of his division as well.
Eyeing the female, it seemed as though she was preoccupied with giving interviewers. Even after a taxing match, she still found it necessary to perform her duties. She exemplified exactly what it meant to be a captain of her division. Duties came first. With her being slightly busy performing her tasks, Zhou simply looked in her vicinity with the memories of her dancing about his head, but he too had an obligation. And as such, he continued to look for the lieutenant that held onto the member of his division, him wondering about Honoka’s well-being. It didn’t take long for him to notice the white haired figure that was definitely known within the Gotei 13 and for him to approach the male with his lackluster composition, his apathetic appearance seeming to not actually show concern visually. Zhou made his way over to the figure, him bowing slightly with his chin pressed into his chest.
“Greetings, Lieutenant Nibui.”
He began, his voice dry and void of any emotion.
“Congratulations on your matches.”
Zhou inferred, especially with him being the one to retrieve Honoka’s body.
“I was wondering for her well-being first and foremost, but I am here to escort her back to the third division barracks when she is able to move on her own.”
The male said with not a hint of conflict in his voice. One could honestly tell his actions were out of duty more so than anything. Waiting on a response from the winner of the first round of the Kenpachi games, his silver orbs looked into the obscure orbs of the lieutenant once his display of respect had ended.