Ukitake was meditating with his Zanpakto sheathed and crossing over his lap, he sat ontop of a water container, as he loomed over karakura he smiled at the peace and glanced up at the sky, a gentle wind blew his hair up and whipped it over his shoulder, it danced wildly with his captain robe dancing along as well, it was all too quiet, something broke the quiet day he felt a spiritual pressure so big he actually thought it was a captain if not a captain commander... he did not move none the less simply smiled a bit...