[center][b]Shin'ō Academy[/b]
A missing silhouette had take Akihiko's place as the young Tomoko turned to claim her reward. The wayward captain had quietly made was way to Kotohime, standing at her side as the soul reaper prepared to deliver his report. Following orders, the students picked up their fallen classmates and followed the instructor off the training field and into the academy, leaving the head captain and her officers. "We've received multiple reports of a massive riot gathering in Rukongai districts 77 through 80. We've also detected the presence of a possible hollow in that area. Members of squad 13 were the first to respond however we haven't heard back from them." 

Akihiko scratched at his chin as the subordinate briefed them on the interesting information. "Did you say there might be a hollow?" He asked, his expression growing slightly more serious. The soldier nodded. "Hollow spirit energy has been detected near the same districts the reports arrived from." Sharing a gaze with the other officers, Akihiko was surprised to hear of a hollow possibly being in the soul society. An event that didn't take place often. "That can't be good news...What's the plan cap?" He asked, waving for his lieutenant to approach.

[b]Mashiba Warehouse[/b]
 Ezekiel shot Angelo a glare. "Shut up! You loser frea-" The young boy stopped as he looked passed Angelo into the kitchen with widened eyes. A breeze of cool air blew across Angelo's cheek as a vegetable knife hurtled past his face, lodging into a wooden support beam next to the television. At its source, Junko sat with a smile and the aura of death around her. "Ooops....that must have slipped." She grabbed a butcher knife and continued to chop a head of lettuce. "I guess all that flirting of yours is distracting me." She passed another smile in Angelo's direction before lopping the lettuce in half. "So how about you put a sock in it okay...[i]dear?[/i]" Ezekiel slowly moved out from between the two for fear of getting caught in one of Junko's furies. Even he knew her temper was not the greatest, nor was her aim when she was angry. [/center]