Oh, I think I should tell you both my names. My formal, given one is Moren Shigen, but my nickname is what I'm known by:
"Taiki..." Ise Nanao stood in the middle of the room, looking out the window.
I rolled over a bit, growling unconsciously.
"Divsion 11 is at it again. I need you to report to to the Western section," she said in her usual stern tone. "You only need to provide support."
I gave her a hand wave and nod, feeling the chill of Nanao's presence. How Shunsui kept going after her this long was amazing to me. I lifted myself up, trying to press out the wrinkles on my black uniform, and smoothing over my short black hair. I adjusted my damaged glasses, which titled to the side. Taking on one Division 11 officer was bad enough.
They were the only division that hated the peace within Seireitei, and made sure something was going on. Nanao called them the 11-year-olds division, because they acted like they were eleven years old. I did my best to mind them, taking advice from my captain.
"There's always a way out of a fight," he told me when I first joined. "Do your best to minimize unneccessary confrontations."
He of course, told me this while on the roof of the division, lying on his back with a fellow officer playing stringed music in the background.
Back to the present for a second. I used my flash steps to get the incedent, which was fairly far away in Serietei. The lower ranked officers of division 11 liked to roam the area, messing with the unseated officers within the Gotei 13. Speaking of which, I'm the 9th seated officer. That's all on that matter.
Usually, it takes me about 13 flash steps to cross from Division 8 to my desitnation. I got there in 14, but considering step number fourteen was to stop a few yards away, I'd count it as 13.
Two burly, obviously drunken people were staggering around, swinging their katana around, shotuing every and anything they could think off.
"Moren? Good. Just help me get the bald one" Remember the instrument playing officer? Well, this is him. He's the sixth seated officer in my division, Goro Arata. He held his sword steady a bit before charging. Usually, you could knock an officer unconscious if he were drunk, or shock them out of their inibreated state. Goro chose the latter, taking a chance to use his shi kai.
"Shintou Onmi, Rakurai!" his normal silver katana sparked, taking the form of a spear. He struck the ground, sending a trail of electricity to the feet of the burly fellow. As soon as the shock reached him, he yelped a bit, hopping around before hitting the ground on his rear end.
"Ahhh..." he managed to his feet, leaning against a wall. He looked at his partner in crime, who was starting to slow down his drunken assault.
"Toro, you idiot. You're gonna ruin your uniform again." he slumped over a bit, laughing. Goro prepared his weapon again, but the now sober man placed his hand on Goro's weapon.
"Trust me, what Toro is about to do to himself will be worse what your weapon can do to him," he gave a laugh before sitting down. I kept my weapon at the ready, watching the new officers begin to back off. Toro, knelt on one knee, placing one hand on the ground.
"Aiken ... I'm not feeling ... so ... BLRRRAAAGGHHH!"
And that was that. Goro returned his zanpakuto to its normal form, and turned to me.
"Hey, thanks for having my back. I actually sent out for someone else before you." he said. "She should've bee - "
"Hey guys! I'm ready! What'd I miss?" a yellow haired girl with bright blue eyes bounded in, her sheathed zanpakuto strapped to her leg.
"Eh ... Muko," Goro said, sheathing his weapon. "It's over. Really wasn't too serious though."
"Oh. That means I can go back to my meal. See ya!" she ran back to the cafateria.
Muko Hayaban was a little aloof to say the least. But in terms of someone in Soul Society you'd want on your side in battle, she was tops on the list, even as the 5th seated officer. She and Goro came in a few classes before I did.
Muko was a slim girl with a long frame, standing six feet tall, even. She wore her long hair in a ponytail, and her uniform was a little shorter, to allow her to run faster. Shunsui affectionately refered to her as "Hayuama"
"Hmm ... middle of the day, nothing else really to do. You hungry?" I asked Goro. He shrugged a bit, then finally gave an answer.
"Sure, why not? It's not like Captain Shunsui's looking for us anyway."