It was a nice day, about six in the afternoon, the day was coming to a close and the Seireitei was calming down. Strict guard patrols, especially around the prison, though that wasn't exactly this Shinigami's destination anyway. The spherical barrier around the Soul Society was up again after the events that passed, the Soul Reapers have gotten understandably more strict in general recently.
The man approached the First Division's training grounds, he often came around to train himself when he wasn't studying. He wasn't about to get so caught up in his studies that he'd become a nuisance to the organization he lived within. The tall white walls that he'd studied on his first few years of being in the soul society stood strong again and he gently caressed it. The flat and smooth surface made the Shinigami smile at the feeling and sent a slight shiver down his spine.
For the sake of training he hadn't put on his suit, he simply dressed in his Shinigami garments. He needed as little restriction as possible, not to mention he wasn't willing to tear his nice clothes. His eyes set on the walls, if he remembered properly they'd run all the way around the prison in a circular fashion, meaning if he were to follow the outer wall end of the place, he'd end up right where he started. Which was good in this particular case as he simply needed a 'race track' of some sort.
Dravocn took a deep breath as he placed his fair skinned hands behind him and clasped together, the less wind resistance the better. He cracked his neck before bolting, leaving a gust of wind behind him as he began his training toward the betterment of his speed and agility. To add a little dexterity to his speed he made sure to guide himself on the outer wall of the hall, as he would need the focus to hop over the intersections and force his feet back to the wall with the momentum.