Yasuo Makoto [Completed]

"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.