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[So, after the world's worst hangover (thank you, Rangiku), being killed by Arturo, and helping to fight off a herd of rampaging Menos, he'd finally gathered up enough courage to report to the Soutaichou. He had been assigned to Ichibantai, ordered to aid Hisagi-fukutaichou with the defences, and... told to find a correct uniform.
While he'd found replacement Shihakusho that weren't tattered and worn, he simply didn't feel comfortable without the furs and masks he wore over his shoulders. And while he had no problems with helping to defend Seireitei, he had quickly fallen back into his usual routine of avoiding having to speak to anyone else, Shinigami or otherwise. Rather than guarding the borders, he'd wandered beyond them to track down and kill Hollows... and when he ran out of Hollows to kill, he wandered farther. Cutting down any Hollow he came across without pausing to think - brutal yet efficient - he unconsciously drew closer to the borders of Hueco Mundo territory.
Why did he feel more at home amongst the Hollows he loathed than with his own kind? Just what the hell was wrong with him? As calm and unemotional as ever on the surface, inside his mind was racing.
One thing the Soutaichou expected from him was weighing on his mind. Train to achieve Shikai. It "shouldn't take long". But after hundreds of years doing nothing but fighting, day-in, day-out...
Ah, he was already failing to live up to expectations. Really, nothing had changed at all.]
While he'd found replacement Shihakusho that weren't tattered and worn, he simply didn't feel comfortable without the furs and masks he wore over his shoulders. And while he had no problems with helping to defend Seireitei, he had quickly fallen back into his usual routine of avoiding having to speak to anyone else, Shinigami or otherwise. Rather than guarding the borders, he'd wandered beyond them to track down and kill Hollows... and when he ran out of Hollows to kill, he wandered farther. Cutting down any Hollow he came across without pausing to think - brutal yet efficient - he unconsciously drew closer to the borders of Hueco Mundo territory.
Why did he feel more at home amongst the Hollows he loathed than with his own kind? Just what the hell was wrong with him? As calm and unemotional as ever on the surface, inside his mind was racing.
One thing the Soutaichou expected from him was weighing on his mind. Train to achieve Shikai. It "shouldn't take long". But after hundreds of years doing nothing but fighting, day-in, day-out...
Ah, he was already failing to live up to expectations. Really, nothing had changed at all.]