Seireitai, Sixth Division Training Grounds
In one corner of the sizable open space that is Sixth's training area, Renji has assembled a small crew of shinigami to work with, trainees, from the look of them. Rikichi is with him, a clipboard in hand, on which he duitfully takes copious notes -- both as the training progresses and as Renji barks things at him.
Today's lesson seems to be in defensive sword measures, and so far Renji hasn't stepped in, but left them to work against one another. But to judge by the deepening of the furrow between his tattooed brows and the ever growing annoyance in his yelled commands, it's just a matter of time before some hapless recruit finds himself facing his own fuku-taichou and perhaps Zabimaru.
Today's lesson seems to be in defensive sword measures, and so far Renji hasn't stepped in, but left them to work against one another. But to judge by the deepening of the furrow between his tattooed brows and the ever growing annoyance in his yelled commands, it's just a matter of time before some hapless recruit finds himself facing his own fuku-taichou and perhaps Zabimaru.