the fall [OPEN]

Typically out and about as per usual, wanting to keep tabs on everything that had been going on in the Goteijūsantai, I found myself reaching the quarters of the Yonbantai, a division that was in lack of a Taichō. Though, there was still a Fukutaichō, I wondered when the Sōtaichō would get to work on filling up the position, surely no one else deserved it but the Fuku herself, but perhaps she wasn’t up for the job. Who would want to pass up on being a Taichō, though? It came with responsibilities, yeah, but it also came along with a lot of strength and power.

It could be as fun as how the Taichō of the Jūichibantai makes it seem. Regardless, though I hardly knew the woman or anyone in this division for that matter, instead of wondering around the grounds aimlessly, I decided that I would make myself known and meet someone, particularly the Fuku. From a distance, I could see members of the division gathering together for something, I hadn’t known what it was— but I wouldn’t miss out on seeing it. With my advanced Hohō skills, I quickly moved over to them in a mere moment, my eyes setting upon the ethereal red-head.

I would appear just a few people away from her, making my way toward her— “are you Fukutaichō Reisha-san?” Usually, I would be more formal, but this time I felt it was ok to be a little casual.

The Fukutaichō had turned her head toward me and nodded, but in the instance I wasn’t sure if she really looked at me. She replied to my question, so regardless I would give a response, but before I could, I would notice her nose tweak slightly as if she picked up a particular scent. Blood? I too was quite accustomed with the scent, but my reaction was nothing like her own, for I didn’t care if someone was hurting and in need of care, but she did, probably because it was her job to or she had been a caring person. Did that make me a bad guy? Of course not.

Originally, her face turned to me and back away, then it returned to me for a second time as she would ask for a favor, which I didn’t mind doing in the slightest. “Sure, Fukutaichō-san. But, I’m not really a physical strength sort of guy, though if you stand behind me and follow I can make a path.” I said with calm expression upon my face, waiting for Reisha to position herself behind me. Once she would do so, I would advance forward, extending my left hand forward, and forging my hand into a knife gesture. I treated my arm like a sword, and each person who had been in my path had received blow that would swiftly but temporarily remove their strength so my right hand could push them out of the way as we made it to the center.

“Oh, by the way, my name is En’ei— Third Seat of the Rokubantai; pleasure to meet ya.”