Outside in the warm summer air,there seemed to be a beautiful silence surrounding the area. In this area was the karakura highschool home to Ichigo Kurosaki's small "posse". In the front of the large building, there was not a living soul to be seen anywhere. It was very quiet and nothing would break this silence. That was until a pair of japanese folding doors opened in the middle of the "commons" area, revealing a shirtless, pale skinned male stepping from them. He wore black robe-bottoms bearing the color puce in the details. Just above the hem of these bottoms the man wore a sash, bearing a bell flower upon it, as well as the insignia meaning "lieutenant" upon it, the sash itself covered abdominal muscle underneath. Upon his back, the male had a six foot jet black sword, attached to a buckle that held it in a diagonal arch between his shoulder blades.
Stepping from the japanese folding doors, the man sighed, hearing them close then fade into nothing behind him. The captain for the division he was lieutenant in hadn't given him anything to do as of that day, and so he had taken the chance to relax in karakura. His purple hair would flow slightly in a gust of wind picking up, his violet eyes outcast against his pale skin. In this lighting(or any XP) the male seemed attractive and could feel stares from other spiritually aware people that passed him while the "rush hour began.
Slipping through the moving crowds, the man moved his body to a bench placed in the middle of the commons, watching the people go by."Humans.."He muttered to himself, watching them all flow by."..I can't understand why they take pride in being what they are. So trouble-some and weak.." Sighing, the purple haired male adjusted the large sword on his back so it would be horizontal and less uncomfortable on the bench. He noticed a nearing spiritual pressence and sighed, waiting for whoever it would be.
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