Somewhere, hidden beneath stacks of paper that circumnavigated around her desk, was Unohana Retsu, Captain of the Fourth Division and merit to the traditions upheld by the Gotei 13. With the amount of care that was needed to ensure the lives of those affected by Sousuke Aizen's treacherous deeds it was mandatory that their records were updated or marked as deceased as they permitted. She left the actual work to those that were below her, her Vice Captain taking charge of all matters. While she hadn't of minded tending to each patient in the bay herself, she felt the need to allow such training to be conducted for her division's members so that they would understand the stress and work that is taken during times of war. Even if the battle had been over for quite some while they were still treating members of the Gotei that had more long term effects and required additional attention. In the meantime, Unohana would tend to their records and make ensure that all was well with them on paper. Though the job was tedious, she saw little irritation in having to do so as it was a part of her job, and one she considered to paramount.
As she at her desk, her eyes dimly open as she sat with a keen posture, no flaw was found in the arch of her back and positioning of her shoulders. Slaying away, writing the condition of each and every member that attended her bay. She removed her eyes from the folder that was below her hand's motions and looked up to find a hell's butterfly proceeding to her direction. She carelessly placed her hand up and continued to work on as she awaited the butterfly to land on her index finger. She figured the message would be one that wouldn't require much attention, thus continued to work. The small black legs of the butterfly attached themselves to her nerves as the wings fluttered before lying still, the message beginning to transmit through her central nervous system and to her brain. All of this happening in a mere matter of seconds.
A voice riddled with fear, one that was unfamiliar to Unohana, emitted into her brain which cased her to remove attention from her work once more. She blankly stared in front of her, the mass wall of medical records blocking her from seeing anything past it. "A-an onslaught! Near... one-thous--no. Fifteen hundred deaths. Requiring medical attention immediately, Rukongai District 80!"
It was obvious to Unohana that there was in no way that 1500 of the Gotei's members had made their way out to the Zaraki district, not without her own knowing. She knew that this was something that hardly required the attention of her and her men, but would seek to it that those that were laid to rest would find their way back to their families. Her eyes returned back to her paper as she finished writing the last few words that were required of her on the document, it'd only take her a minute before she lay her quill to rest. The Hell's butterfly disembarked from her nerves and flew off to its next destination.
She planted her hand on her desk and removed her rear from the chair that was beneath her. As she rose up she her eyes became dim once more as she placed her hands in one another, her sleeves hid them. She rounded her desk and grasped her Zanpakutō that was placed on a stand adjacent to her desk with her right hand and placed it over her shoulder and continued to move on toward the door gracefully. She could tell that her Vice Captain stood just at the door and stopped walking for a brief second in order to relay the message. "There has been an event in the Zaraki District of Rukongai, I will go ahead. You muster up the Division to prepare for mass casualties, we will need few people here so send all that are able to come."
She spoke with complete calmness, not letting the situation at hand to disturb her thoughts or words. She would continue on through the doorway and pass her Vice Captain who was frozen at the door from shock, the Vice Captain formally bowed and then saluted her verbally before running off and barking orders.
Walking outside, Unohana released Minazuki, her Zanpakutō, the blade began to melt into a green fog that encompassed a large area in front of her before it slowly began to form into the large manta-ray that she would call friend. She walked aboard and softly pat the large green aquatic land creature as it let out small melodic cry before blasting off toward the walls of the Seireitei. As she approached them she ordered Minazuki to scale the wall at which she would not have to wait for the gate to be opened for her and she would have to find a way through the barrier. However, such a feet for her would be meager. She placed her hand in front of her, remaining seated, and released a Hadō with no incantation or name, but the size of it would be just enough for her and Minazuki to make its way through with no struggle. Passing through the barrier she placed her hand back into the grasp of the other and continued on toward the Zaraki Division. Nearing the area, Unohana removed herself from Minazuki as he continued on then turned around to settle down in a close proximity to her. She looked over at the manta ray giving it a subtle nod to which it nodded and let out another cry before opening its mouth and bringing the deceased to its stomach. While the manta ray was able to only carry but 10 or 12 comfortably within its stomach there would be no need for comfort with the deceased, allowing him to carry up to twenty of the fallen blood-battered men. There wasn't a place for any person to move without finding their footing on the wardrobe, or lack their of, of a fallen soldier. She crouched do to analyze the wound placed onto a few of the men around her, it was evident that the slashes were consistent and was the work of a sole being. She saw the garb that some of them wore holding an emblem that must have had some meaning, but she was unfamiliar with it. She stood up and looked to Minazuki who continued to pick up the bodies. "I trust you can make a better pile of these men. Returning them to their families may not be worth our merit. It seems that their family had died here on the ground with them for the most. We shall burn the bodies in remembrance, my squad members will follow your lead. I will tend elsewhere."
She spoke, her voice slightly heightened due to the amount of space between the two. Minazuki would release yet another cry in compliance with her orders and continue on. She grasped the emblem of one of the fallen that seemed to be in smaller numbers compared to the others and tore it from it's robe and placed her hand back to her arm continuing off to a direction opposite of the battle. Her pace was casual as it was always, as she had determined that there was no need to rush her movement nor would their be a need for a weapon. If worse came to worse she'd result to kido to subdue the culprit. Though it wasn't her job, it seemed that other forces were taking their sweet time with arriving to the scene. There was little to be done medically so it would be a waste of her talent to just wait and watch as the men were piled up to be put to ash.
She could sense the presence of a spiritual being in the area, one that could only amount to the sort of kill count that had just been produced. She followed the trace of energy that he left behind, careless in his actions or unaware of them. She knew it not to be a trap as she could sense the fluctuation in his spiritual energy showing lack of control. As she neared the area a small fire was visible, to which she opened her eyes enough to see a man that looked near exhaustion sitting next to it. She proceeded on to the man leaving the element of surprise for her arrive out of the question, her footsteps would likely give her positioning away well before she would arrive. "To what do I owe the acquaintance of such a man and his sword... I take it you are aware of the consequences and have came here knowing that such efforts will not go unpunished in the Soul Society."
Her words were gentle, but stern all the same. She kept to her posture and didn't remove her hands from each other, keeping them hidden to the man. Still holding on to the emblem, which proved to be something she wouldn't have needed in the first place as his robes were clearly displayed. "We will not let such a travesty go without trial, in the mean time you may lay your eyes to rest in the foundation of imprisonment. I ask you come quietly as I am unarmed and wish not to struggle with your capture. The easier this is for me, the better your trial will be."
She moved slightly toward the man awaiting for him to stand up right so that she could lead him back to the Soul Society where he'd face a fair and well heard trial for his actions upon war within the Soul Society.
However, something bothered her about the man that was before her. She sensed that something troubled the soul, but not in the way that battle would. He seemed to have no sense of resentment of his actions, but more of in himself. She was only able to tell this from the readings she received from his reiatsu, but they were more than enough to diagnose his mental struggle, his facial readings transmitting the same message. She wished to know what troubled his mind, but saw it to be unprofessional and with time slowly burning away it was only a matter of time before the Second Division made their way here to arrest him. Time was of the essence...