It's that Espada!

"Lieutenant Haruki, how come you don't have a sheath for your Zanpakutou? Don't you get tired of carrying it around like that with you all day?" A member of the fifth squad had asked the Lieutenant of the Fifth squad as the squad march through Seireitei like an Army of soldiers. They were patrolling Seireitei like they always did. They had no choice but to do it. That was what the fifth division's purpose was. The amount of Shinigami's here weren’t the ones that represented the fifth division, other members were scattered around Seirei, doing the same thing this particular group of Shinigami were doing; with their assigned leader, which was Haruki right now since he was the Lieutenant, at front, leading the group. The ones assigned to lead groups were the ones that held the top ten seats in the division, with the exception of the Captain.

"None of your business," Haruki had responded sleepily, letting out a slight yawn. He held his Zanpakutou, the strangest known Zanpakutou currently known to be wield by a Shinigami in seireitei. It was entirely composed of wind, except the the hilt of the blade, where Haruki could safely hold his Zanpakutou, without receiving severe damage on himself. Attached to the hilt, was a whip made of wind. It crawled on the ground, tailing Haruki as he strolled down the streets of where the Division quarters where. It was held in his right hand, horizontally to his waist/hip. His Zanpakutou had the main topic of the day throughout the entire patrol. Haruki could swear everyone of the twenty Shinigami he led through Seireitei had each asked him a specific question about his Zanpakutou. He had responded to some, and simply ignored the rest. He was getting tired of the subject, and they needed to stop asking him questions if they didn't want to be hurt.

They had finished patrolling around the Seventh division, and were now heading to the Eighth. The First Divsion was always the first division on the list they started their patrol from. It was the most important. That was were the slutty captain commander was, the head of every single Shinigami in soul society. He viewed her as Sluttish due to how she dressed, and what she revealed. He was attracted to her, like most of the men, but didn't like her at all. If he was to do anything with her, it would surely be having intercourse, nothing else. How someone as young as herself became the Captain Commander still bothered him. Someone especially like herself too. But nothing was normal in seireitei. Everyone was weird, no; everything was odd, stupid, and weird in the same way. Like the Captains who were currently having their reiatsu just leak out through seireitei like that. It would most certainly have some of the lower ranks in seireitei on their feet, cowering in fear, and weak from the huge spiritual pressure.

He shook his head, in disappointment. "Hey, if any of y'all lower ranks wanna stay back here and wait, while a few of the higher ups go check out the Eight division, and what the deal is with the reiatsu, you're more than well come. Just keep in mind, I won't be held responsible for your decisions. When you die, your relatives better not come crawling to me, and yelling. Because I won't waste my time listening to their bull crap. So," he had stopped talking, coming to a halt as he spun on his right feet to look at the squad he led. "anyone of you coming?" No one moved, almost everyone shook their heads, saying no. He frowned, "What a bunch of weaklings. Yet, you are assigned to the fifth squad?! Who the hell do you think you're gonna protect if you get scared of such statements like mine? Huh?!" he had bellowered out in anger, sighing. They all came forward, nodding downwards. "You know what? Don't come. You all won't be able to make your decisions anymore. I will make them for you. You two, you're coming with me!" he yelled, pointing out two higher ups from the crowd. They gulped, making their way through the crowd, approaching Haruki. "Let's go," he said, turning back around as he began making his way to the Eighth division.

The rest of the squad stayed put, a few rumours traveling around, and what-not. "Lieutenant Haruki! I sense four high spiritual pressure! It feels like three Captains all together.. I think it might be a dispute!" the Shinigami tailing on the right side of Haruki had announced. He was one of the greatest rieatsu sensor in Seireitei, and that was one of the reasons Haruki had picked him. "Yes, I can. I couldn't quite get who it was, but thanks for telling me, Kisuke," he stated, his tone of his voice being less angrier and frustrated. He picked up the pace, now running towards the Division. He could smell it, the stench of something burning. Soon, a massive smoke began to cloud the sky. What the hell was going on? He didn't quite know, but knew it wasn't safe! It wasn't safe at all! "Lieutenant Haruki! I can feel another spiritual pressure. It feels like that of a Captain!" There were now four elites in the Eighth division, with smoke, which seemed to be coming from that location clouding the sky? This wasn't good at all. He began using Shunpo, both shinigami's doing their best to keep up with him. They couldn't quite keep up while he was normally running, because he was naturally gifted with agility. Now that he used Shunpo, he seemed to be teleporting, to their eyes. "Lieutenant Haruki! Please hold up!" the other shinigami had yelled. Unlike Kisuke, Kenshi was physically strong, and a good swords man. With those two as his company, he was sure he was safe. They were talented, but they didn't know it, because they refused to acknowledge it.

"Quit your whining and just follow you two!" He responded, leaping up onto one of the building roof-top. From there, he had a good view of what was happening the Eight division. It seemed the 'Odd Shinigami', he assumed, had launched an attack on the Eight divisions quarters, and another shinigami, the 11th division captain to be presice stood there, doing nothing. What was going on? A practice fight? Betrayal to the Soul society? He didn't know, but was surely about to find out. He gripped his Zanpakutou harder with his right palm, frowning.

Nothing seemed to be happening for a while. The two Shinigami's had caught up to Haruki, and stood beside him. They both had their hands wrapped around the hilt of their Zanpakutou, ready for anything that proposed a challenge to them.

Haruki was now starting to believe the Captains in the eight division were consumed by flames, and completely obliterated to ashes. It wouldn't bother him; it would just mean there were more Captain Positions opened up for him. It was clear that the Captains in the eight division headquarters were not capable of holding the Captain position, if they were to be completely wiped out of existence from such a simple attack as that.

But his assumptions proved itself false. The Captain of the eight division itself had managed to survive a simple, yet devastating attack."Bravo," he mumbled, looking at the captain. But his statement had a slight tone of sarcasm to it. He had managed to save himself, but not the members of his squad? "Tis a shame what the Captains of Seireitei have become," he commented again, mumbling. In the old days, a Captain would stop such an attack without a sweat. The Captain Commander was in her right state of mind forming an Alliance with the Espadas. At least they had a strong race to back them up.

"What a load of bullshit," Haruki said in response to the Eight Division Captain. He was asking them to leave? He rolled his eyes, yawning. That was how low he thought of the Fifth Division? He was going to make sure his brother, the Captain of the Fifth Division knew of this. "We're staying here, do NOT listen to him. I am your Lieutenant, and he is merely a Captain of another division. Understood?" he had stated, and asked the two Shinigami's. They looked at him, their facial expression saying it all: what they were thinking, but it didn't bother him. They nodded, frightened. It didn't matter what they thought of him, as long as they listened to his orders.

The other Captain had gotten out of the burnt down division, safely. It was the Captain of the Thirteenth Division. His face scrunched up in disgust, as thoughts about what the two could've possibly been doing in the Quarters flooded his mind. Then, the Captain had proceeded to cast a Kido, which was headed to the other Elite in the area. The man wasn’t wearing to custom Shinigami Captain Uniform; he was wearing his own desired clothing. How rebellious, Haruki thought. But more assumptions on what this stranger could be arose in his mind. Haruki hadn't seen him before in Seireitei. Was he newly recruited? No, that couldn't be. A new recruit couldn't possibly have such devastating technique as that.

The Kido had hit the man, and it seemed it inflicted no harm on him. "Bunch of crazy-power freaks," Haruki had mumbled yet again. His gaze returned to the 13th Div. Captain. What he did was utterly disgusting. He had sticked his tongue out, and licked the hilt of his Zanpakutou, some sort of fluid seemed to have erupted out of the Zanpakutou, and into the Captain. "What the hell?" he had questioned no one in particular. "Fucked up pervert," he thought to himself.

"Little Gennosuke?" The stranger had called out the name of the 11th division Captain, with such a rude title. Just who the hell was he? Haruki didn't know, but knew for certain he was one powerful, crazy punk. He wasn't surprised. The Espadas resented that. But he wasn't one; he had the reiatsu of a Shinigami.

"If it isn't the slutty Captain Commander," Haruki commented on the appearance of the Captain Commander, from a senkai gate. She was back from wherever she had gone to. Her features were even more clearly seen from his location. He rolled his eyes, controlling his urges. He wasn't attracted to her in anyway, but his body was, and he hated every aspect of it. The two Shinigami's that stood beside him seemed surprised at his statement. "Uh, Lieutenant Haruki. I don'-" Kisuke was interrupted by a cold stare from Haruki. He simply gulped, and kept on looking at the scenario before them.

Oda? The stranger's name was Oda? And he somehow was friends with the Captain. The way she talked to him was the way any close friend would talk to the other. They were close friends then, and old ones. Dear brother? He was a brother to the 11th Division captain? Hell, had Haruki been missing a lot of things going on around Seireitei. He needed to get out more. The 11th Div Captain bided his farewell, and left. Haruki on the other hand kept on watching. "Heh. I love this movie," he stated out loud, without a care in the world.