A Captain’s Tête-à-tête ;;

Itada moved through the cityscape with relative ease. No because the streets were abandoned, for every corridor felt the presence of life; the populace, however, simply existed around him. A famed man beyond repute, those who knew of his identity did well to mind their way and formed waves around his perimeter, allowing the War General to move as his pleased in subtle freedom. While not a direct order, the Taichō minded the situation with minimal variance and simply overlapped within the world the people felt he wanted. 

Lacking the allure of his raiment, the raven mane of the Seiryū seemingly blended in faintly with the dark colors of his modified, high-collared Shihakushō, the white in his sleeveless-Haori being the only true deviation. Seken Chōdairyū forever at his right hip, Itada conceded with the rippling waves of people before coming to a gradual stop within the center of one of the Seireitei’s many market districts. 

Dark eyes focused on a single, small shack. However, like most things of small stature, their worth went beyond what was simply seen. Entering, the Captain was greeted by an elderly couple, a couple who had seen many a more moons than the Taichō, however, respected him as if he were their seniors. 

“Welcome Itada-dono.” The shop Owners said in perfect unison through aged tongues. A nod would cater their question. Itada’s favorite venue for sea and portioned edibles outside his own clan grounds, the Captain—when not on duty—enjoyed spending untold hours doing nothing but drinking Tea and walking those walk by. A hobby spanning that of seven decades, the Captain was not only their most visited customer, but their most wealthy; it afforded certain luxuries. 

Taking a knee towards one particular table, the location was aligned perfectly with the largest window in the dining room; outfitted with laxer cushions and equipped with a finer wood engraving, this was considered the “V.I.P” section of the small, but celebrated café. From this point, the Captain waited for his usual order to arrive as narrow optics continued to look aimlessly into the mass of spiritual bodies outside.