Chapter Two: Nobel Clean Up
Ichigo stalked down the hallways of squad five wearing a scowl fierce enough to scare off everyone in his path. This was quite an accomplishment seeing as his normal express was a scowl and all of his subordinates were used to it by now.
Ichigo was pissed.
The head captain had told him that he could no longer have members from the Rukongai on his squad. Now all that was left for him were wimpy nobles. All because of a simple question. He actually thought it was a good question.
That didn't seem to help his case any.
Ichigo finally reached the doorway that led out to the fifth squad training ground. He stepped out but remained in the shadow of the door so that he couldn't be seen. He swept his gaze over the new members.
They stood in five rows of five just as they had done the previous year. The only difference was there wasn't a signal rough fetcher or rigid stance among them. They all had regal stances and the superior We-Know-Everything air about them.
Damn nobles.
Ichigo's scowl, amazingly, deepened.
He shook his head stepped and out of the shadows and into the line of sight of the new members.
It might have been the ripped and slightly bloodied captains coat, it may have been the huge sword that was bigger than most of the nobles were themselves lying across his back, or it may just have been the fierce scowl that spoke of murderous intent on his face but for whatever reason every single one of them dropped into a dead faint.
Ichigo sighed and turned to go get a few members of squad four. Not to heal them but to sweep them out of the way.
He needed his training ground.
Damn nobles.