Picking up the rossies, pockets full of poussies!

Sitting crosslegged in the middle of the field sat a giant of a man, even sitting he was huge. The uniform he wore was very clearly Shinigami, and it seemed stretched over his large frame. Standing this man would easily reach the six and a half feet tall, and well over two hundred pounds.

Over his shoulders though was what was somewhat unique, only 13 men properly wore the smock, this one proclaimed him as a captain, specifically a captain of the 8th division. Kaito had found this field over a year ago, and had been using it as a meditation zone for a while while he had prepared for a return to the Gotei.

Since he had returned he had still came back often to meditate on the things he learned since his return, and to let his body naturally heal from the variety of activities and fights that he had been through. Today his eyes were closed, but he was aware of the appearance of the other being.

His left hand no longer rested on his knee where his right hand rested, instead it rested on the hilt of the sword that sat in front of him without the scabbard. He didn't speak, nor move until the other being got closer and Kaito could gage the beings threat level.