Disclaimer: If I owned bleach it would be nowhere near as good due to the fact that I can't draw to save my life.

Days since Aizen's betrayel: two

Taicho's mood: I saw her smiling which would indicate good but I have a very bad feeling.

Paperwork: still thankfully nonexistent.

Taicho called a full squad meeting first thing this morning so I'm standing out on the training ground. There are even a few members of the Stealth Forces at the edge looking rather uncomfortable. They're probably overheating standing in the direct sunlight in their all black gear.

The training ground feels a bit empty as over a third of the squad are still at fourth division waiting to be healed. They're not badly hurt; it's just that forth division are helping those who are actually in danger like Hinamori Fukutaicho and Kutchki Taicho first. Quite a lot of people here including me actually have minor injuries. Though everyone else's are from fighting ryoka or other squads in the mess four days ago while mine are all due to Soi Fon Taicho's idea of stress relief.

Everyone seems slightly edgy and there is a lot of whispering. However from the extracts I keep catching from the male shinigami directly behind me they don't quite seem to grasp the gravity of our situation. They seem only concerned with the relative size of Inoue Orihime's and Matsumoto's assets.

Fourth seat Kei Mifoma pushes between the whisperers and I to get to his place. Two words to describe him – arrogant bstrd. He's minor nobility, who only seems to care about promotion, he transferred across from the Stealth Forces purely to get promoted. Oh, he also hates me because I got made third seat over him.

The purple haired woman from yesterday is lounging against the wall. She winks at me when I look over at her and so I quickly redirect my gaze to the front where the large mass of Marechiyo Fukutaicho has just finished eating his third rice cake of the day.

At last he yells at everyone to shut up as Soi Fon steps onto the platform at the front. Unfortunately for Taicho this still doesn't do much for her visibility as it only brings her up to the height of your average soul reaper.

It takes a few moments for the last whispers to vanish and Soi Fon waits for silence with her ever present scowl and far more patience than I'd usually expect. When she finally opens her mouth to speak whatever she was going to say is lost beneath the large pop of Marechiyo Fukutaicho opening a packet of crisps.

I take a couple of steps backwards as an early precaution.

The entirety of the squad's attention is now on Marechiyo. Unfortunately for him so is Soi Fon's. He hasn't noticed though and with an obvious rustling noise shoves a handful of crisps into his mouth. Soi Fon's perpetual scowl deepens.

He looks up just when Taicho's punch connects to the side of his head. There's a large crash followed by a screech as he falls over unconscious nearly crushing the sixth seat. Johichi never learns.

Soi Fon jumps back onto her platform and this time she gets a petrified silence instantly.

"How many squad members are fit to return to active duty?" Taicho asks.

It takes me a moment to realise that if the Fukutaicho is unconscious I'm supposed to be answering the questions. "One hundred and twenty six Taicho. Not counting those currently deployed in the real world." No I didn't make the number up off the top of my head even if I could have got away with it. It was me that did the counting in the first place not Marechiyo. As if he ever does anything useful.

She turns to the Special Forces and I breathe a sigh of relief that her glare is no longer directed at me. "And how many of the Executive Militia branch of the Stealth forces are uninjured"

There is a very long pause before one answers in a quiet voice. "Err… Ten" It's impossible to tell what the man's feeling due to the black facemask but I'd guess he's pretty embarrassed.

Soi Fon glares across at the purple haired woman whose only reply is to grin madly and say, "Oops."

Taicho sighs and begins her speech by declaring, "Aizen, Tousen and Ichimaru have betrayed soul society and allied with hollows."

There are an awful lot of gasps at that. I can't believe this is news to some people. Where have they been for the last two days?

"It is not believed that they are likely to attack us soon. However it is undoubted that we will be fighting them sometime in the near future. Our response to the ryoka threat was abysmal and so much improvement will be necessary."

Abysmal. More like the most shocking response ever. I had to stop one team from fighting some of the eleventh squad.

"Therefore there will be a new training regime in place for this squad from now on. Everyone without a shikai will need to find it. Hakuda, Hohou, Kidou and Zajutsu drills will be held daily and everyone will attend." Soi Fon's scowl has softened into the closest it ever gets to a smile. Unfortunately it's a smile that is ten parts evil to one part happiness and it is not very comforting. "Those who do not improve will attend extra sessions run by the higher seats in their free time."

What? That better be the non-improvers free time not mine. I don't like the sound of this.

Most of the squad doesn't seem like it any more than me sound of this form the mutinous mumbles and grumbles I can hear behind me. However Soi Fon is looking particularly fervent now and any extra training looks much the lesser of two evils when the other is making her angry. Trust me, Soi Fon angry is one of the scariest things around. More scary than Zakari Taicho asking you to spar.

"Our new training begins today. First, everyone of rank eleventh seat and below will race to the northern edge of Rukongai and back while those of higher rank are planning further training."

Planing? More like Soi Fon giving us more orders. I have a very bad feeling that I'm going to end up with all of the jobs I don't want.

"The race will commence now."

There is a sudden release of reatsu and the training ground is suddenly empty except for the higher seats. Well not completely empty. There's about fifteen shinigami standing at the back of the training ground looking slightly disorientated by the disappearance of all their fellows. They're this years new recruits from the Spiritual Arts Acadamy.

"If you can't shunpo you better get running," Soi Fon adds in a cold voice.

I watch them leave at a slow jog. To the northern edge of rukongai and back is over forty miles. I think I have finally proved that Soi Fon Taicho is evil at heart.

Authors note: I really don't like this chapter. My inspiration died the moment Soifon started talking. Hopefully next chapter will be better