[B][i][Center]Meanwhile...
Outside the Seventh Division Barracks...[/center][/i][/b]

Fatigue. It coarsed through him like a venomous plague. Draining his body, and breaking his will, as he meandered through the empty room. Dramatically, albeit cautiously, Hiro then allowed himself to collapse against a nearby wall. Letting his back slide down it until he sat squarely upon the ground. His breaths almost a weeze as he interlocked both hands atop his head. 

"YOU CALL YOURSELF A CAPTAIN?!!! HEAVE THAT TRASH!"

Hiro's eyebrow twitched.

With the first day of the tournament having almost come to a close, it was time for the Seventh Division to begin it's garbage sweep, ensuring that the grounds would be clean for the next day. Of coarse, as with every year before, 'the Seventh Division' meant Hiro. Only this year, he was fortunate enough to have his 'favourate' stuffed toy at his aid.

"I said. HEEEEAVE! THAT! TRASH!!" Mr. Ziggy, the twelve inch tall blue stuffed... creature, whom sat atop of the twenty foot garbage bag, shot a multitude of rather painful laser beam into Hiro's backside via his eyes. While the fact that he could even do this bewildered the shinigami, the man simply shot to his feet and momentarily glared at the animated stuffed-toy. Allowing thoughts of cutting it to shreds to bring him joy as a grinning Ueru looked on at the spectacle. Alas, Hiro eventually sighed and commenced pulling the mountain of garbage away from the barracks. He knew better that to attack Mr. Ziggy, especially with Ueru at his back.

"Charmer, is he not?" The wolf-man's laugh sounded more like a series of cackling growls than anything of the norm. Causing Hiro to simply shake his head.

While Masumata had been checking on his squad, overseeing the matches, and clearing his head since his match, Ueru had only just left his position within the stands. Apparently drawn to the Mod-Soul's presence. Hence how he came to be enjoying the scene currently at hand. 

"Baka." The word left Hiro's mouth without having been aimed at anyone in particular. Annoyance on his face as he gagged on the smell of the warm and decaying garbage at his back.