Bayakuya sighed, and stood up, observing his completed paperwork. With a small, almost undetectable sigh, he stood up, and stretched. Bones popping in his back could be heard.

It was a beautiful day out, with fluffy white clouds floating in a sea of azure, with the sun shining down just right- not too strong or too weak.

Hs walked out of his office, picking up Senbonzakura on the way out and turned into the small, but spacious garden specially reserved for the higher ups of the sixth divison.

Shrugging off his captain's haori and scarf and placing them on a stone bench, he deftly fixed his uniform, so that his torso was bare, he unsheathed Senbonzakura, and started swinging the zankupato deftly, so fast that it looked like a shining silver blur flying everywhere around him.