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Jushiro Izanagi, Captain of the tenth division, arrived back into the Seireitei after his recent expedition to the Rukongai. The Captain immediately started to move in the general direction of the tenth. His route also presented him with the option of a detour before making it back to the tenth division barracks. The masked one decided to take the detour which would bring him to the grounds of the eleventh division barracks. Jushiro’s appearance tells the story of a man that's been hard at work. And it was from either intense training or fighting a battle. Only his hoari covered the top half of his body, as he walked around with his chest bare for onlookers to see. His body was in peak condition and that was easy to tell. A thing to be marvelled at and also to be expected of a Captain who intended on leading by example. His Zanpakuto was carried on his left hip, while a bag containing his belongings was slung across his back. His hair seemed wild and unkempt, far from his usual well presented look. The tassels on his high collared haori danced as the man maintained his pace. His mask had a grin painted across its surface as he pondered about what his next move would be.
The masked one was desperate to return to his division barracks and freshen up. Then there were also the stories that surely awaited him, especially those to be told by his Lieutenant. Before those stories could be told, he had the sudden urge to go forth and see the operations of his neighbouring division. The eleventh division which is captained by Taro Date. Jushiro was careful enough to keep his Reiatsu levels at a minimum as he approached the eleventh division barracks. To take it even further, Jushiro decided to utilise a bakudo spell to mask his presence. ‘Bakudo 26: Kyokkō-Bent Light’. The kido spell hid the physical form and reiatsu around Izanagi by bending the light around him. He wanted to infiltrate and observe his neighbours in their natural habitat before making his presence known.
Arrival
Jushiro finally reached the entrance to the eleventh division, stood outside for a few moments while observing the guards at the gate. They hadn’t picked up on his presence nor did they perceive that something might be off. As such he proceeded inside the barracks unimpeded and without alerting others to his presence. The man maintained a casual stroll while taking in the information that his eyes perceived. The division grounds seem to be well maintained which is what he would expect of Captain Date. And in general, the division members appear to be going about their task really well. It reminded Jushiro of his own division and how they too were rather efficient. Nevertheless, the masked one was seeking something, perhaps a few innocent and unsuspecting individuals to torment.
As well drilled as they are, oftentimes you will find a few slackers, that was inevitable. To describe it as slacking off may be doing them a disservice. Lets just say they were taking a breather, a bit of respite from the Taro regime. There they were, a small group of seven all appearing to have a meet and greet. A light hearted interaction with moments of laughter, teasing and chit chat. Jushiro didn’t think members of the eleventh were allowed such luxuries. And maybe it was his duty to remind them of such things? At present they seemed to not have a care in the world, their backs turned to the Captain whom they remained unaware of.
“Ah lookie here, I found some victims”. The man thought as he approached with an unseen grin plastered across the surface of the mask. It was now show time and the masked Captain needed his game face. Moments like these were precious, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. And so like a Jaguar stalking its prey, Jushiro was ready to pounce as he quietly snuck upon the group. But before he could reveal himself he had to get in character. The masked one had to transform himself into another person. Jushiro now needed to adapt the traits of the ‘man’. Oh boy, here we go. Hopefully he could pull it off. There he was perfectly positioned behind the group about to become his victim. Let's countdown to the shenanigans that were about to occur. Five, four, three, two and one. The bakudo spell which kept him hidden began to undo itself as per his doing. It was from top to bottom as his words flowed from his lips.
“Why are you cogs not in formation? And don’t even turn around to soil my being with your unwanted gaze. Cogs should only do as they’re told, now form up you undeserving maggots”.
Jushiro Izanagi’s voice mimicked that of Captain Date's. It was almost pitch perfect. But to their surprise they did not even comprehend what was happening. At the sound of the voice, they perceived it to be Captain’s Date. This was evident when a member of the small group with short black hair and a diagonal scar on his face yelped and leapt into the arms of another member of the group. It was comical to watch it unfold but it was fear that moved them. However embarrassing it was, they formed up as per the instructions given. Facing away from the masked one as to not dare look in his direction, Izanagi almost broke character as he stood there truly astonished. Amazingly, they didn’t even yet perceive that the Reiatsu of the imposter Captain was different to Taro’s. None of this had yet to register at all.
“If you have time to sit idly by and gossip then every spec of this barracks must be cleaned. You with the blue hair, go and make me some tea. As a matter of fact don’t bother, you Rukongai scum would not know what proper tea is. you’d mistake muddied water for tea if it were served to you in a fancy dish”.
“Yes Sir! Sorry Sir! We know not what good tea is, Sir, Captain Date!”. The poor lot was a nervous wreck, in the meantime though, Izanagi’s mask created the same facial expression that Captain Date normally carried. Eyes closed, purple shadow patch suggesting he suffered from a lack of sleep. The irony being that his eyes are almost always closed. A smile of deception which can lead to confusion. Izanagi sees through such things, he deems it a facade, one that was easy to mimic.
“You seven have shown yourself to be the cesspool of the Eleventh Division. Your mothers were whores and your Rukongai scummy sisters were semen depositories. Kneel before your mighty Captain”. It was perhaps a little too far but these are words Izanagi could imagine Taro saying. That and Izanagi had used words that Taro once spoke to him. Which is probably why we was able to keep the ruse up for so long.
By now the other division members in the area had caught on to what was happening. The group of seven individuals were terrified, cold sweats washing over them. And yet the others around them were beginning to cackle? Their laughter grew louder after realising what Izanagi was putting them through. Slowly they too came to the realization that it wasn’t Captain Date. Izanagi on the other hand started to giggle before commanding the group to face him.
“At ease you scallywags. You can turn around now”. The group breathed a sigh of relief as other division members drew closer to the Captain. While Izanagi was pretending to be Captain Date, his demeanour and mannerisms changed to match those of Taro’s. And since the time he arrived at the barracks, his senses remained sharp. Despite all the fun he was having, he was also on the lookout too.
“It’s you, Captain of the tenth division, Jushiro Izanagi. You scared us just then, we thought you were him”. Jushiro simply giggled before falling silent. A fox grin was now painted across the surface of the mask. He took the time to look around at the members of the division.
“Where is Captain Date? He said I should come by for some tea. He promised to serve it in fancy cups and dinner in fancy dishes”. The fox grin painted on the mask changed to an expression of disappointment as the man sighed.
“Captain Date is not here. We don’t know where he went. Did you want to wait for him?”.
“I think I will, point me to his office”. A strange thing, they were confused at the notion of Captain Date inviting anyone for tea. But who were they to deny a Captain or even refuse a Captain’s orders? Izanagi proceeded towards the Captain Date’s office as soon as he was shown where it was. And so off he went to see what was inside. Once there Jushiro opened the door to the office and looked around before entering. The office seemed to be very tidy as such it was only right that he did something accidentally on purpose. Oops. There goes some paperwork mysteriously falling from the desk and onto the floor. Izanagi even tested the furniture and ornaments for dust. And to his surprise there was dust.
“Captain Date you unclean bastard. Dust is unacceptable by your standard”. The man thought with a fox grin adorning the surface of the mask. But before he could leave, Izanagi decided to leave a message.
“I came by for some tea that wasn’t muddy water but you weren't here. Your office is a little dusty. PS. I like good sake too. Until next time, from your best friend. Oh one more thing, your cogs are not that special. They smell”. The message was left on a piece of paper on the desk. And with that the masked one would proceed to leave the office. But not before reading through some of the paperwork.
“Had Kazuki been here he would probably be facepalming, shaking his head and possibly lecturing me. Like Captain, what are you doing? You shouldn’t be doing such a thing blah blah blah. I’m glad he aint here. He would just ruin my fun”. Izanagi thought as he headed towards the exit. It was time to return to the tenth division. That’s of course if we were uninterrupted.
>>>>>>>>Travelling to the 10th Division>>>>>>>>>>>
