The orientation hall was huge, two of the walls lined with cabinets filled with antique guns, medals, photos and other objects from the war. Ichigo pushed her way through the crowd locating the raven and blonde she had met in the barracks, the raven pushing one of the other men out of the way for her. A stage took up the front of the hall, standing on it was a man with sky blue hair and cold cerulean eyes, his aura was intimidating, and screamed power, dominance and leadership.
"Good morning fresh meat," he shouted, pitching his voice easily across the room.
"I am yer general Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, it is my job ta whip ya into shape. If at any point ya feel that 'm being unfair with ya there's the door, don't let it hit yer fucking ass on the way out," he barked stepping down from the stage to walk among the new recruits. He paused in front of the small teen poking him in the shoulder; the teen stumbled backwards unable to hold himself up. The crowd parted, letting him fall.
"Yer just pathetic," he spat, "who are ya?" He asked, yanking the kid up by the scruff of his neck.
"Hanataro Yamada, I just turned 18 sir," he muttered, hands twisted up in the bottom of his shirt. Grimmjow groaned, marching away from what he already thought of as a failure. He continued marching down the line of men to Ichigo, she rolled her eyes at the pompous display of manliness.
"Well well someone seems cocky, who are ya fresh meat?"
"'M the lovely maniac, Shiro Kurosaki." He just ignored the introduction, looking her up and down.
"Kurosaki eh. Ya seem better suited to an office, let me guess ya just upped and quit thinking you could do a man's job." Some of the other recruits laugh.
"Nah, sides who'd wanna be chained to a desk surrounded by a bunch of fucktards," Ichigo explained replicating her twins voice perfectly. Grimmjow slapped a hand over her mouth.
"Better learn to control that tongue of yer's Kurosaki, ya might lose it one day," he hissed. She knocked his hand away to reveal her feral grin.
"Why? Don't ya like a challenge sir?" she queried; he glared eyes turning to slits and walked away.