Heatwave
The weather was unusually sour, Shuya noted, as he stepped out into the courtyard. Gray clouds covered the sky, filling the air with a level of humidity that threatened rain. The area in front of the Captain's office was otherwise pleasant and mild, with a cool atmosphere brought by an abundance of mature trees, creating a subtle gloom that fit the 2nd division well. The wind felt cool on his shoulders, and other than the faint smell of cigarettes, here he felt rather immersed in nature.
It wasn't a bad setup, to be honest. Perhaps, something to aspire to. However many centuries that would end up taking, he didn't know. He'd done well, so far, but vacancies beyond his current position were far and few between.
The young man sat down before the sliding paper door. He didn't knock - simply choosing to announced his presence. His presence had long been detected already.
He put his head down in a half bow, black bangs falling forward over his face. "Fourth Seat Kitakaze, reporting." He announced tersely, as etiquette would dictate. He would wait for a signal to enter before moving at all further.
It wasn't a bad setup, to be honest. Perhaps, something to aspire to. However many centuries that would end up taking, he didn't know. He'd done well, so far, but vacancies beyond his current position were far and few between.
The young man sat down before the sliding paper door. He didn't knock - simply choosing to announced his presence. His presence had long been detected already.
He put his head down in a half bow, black bangs falling forward over his face. "Fourth Seat Kitakaze, reporting." He announced tersely, as etiquette would dictate. He would wait for a signal to enter before moving at all further.