Laskt rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, willing the fogginess clouding his brain to dissipate. He could not be reading this message right; the universe would not have provided him such a perfect opportunity so soon after his betrayal.
To those that this concerns,
This is an official summons for all members of the 4th Division, as well as for those with an interest in joining. The Division's new Captain has mandated that at noon today, all members will be required to attend an evaluation and training session with the new Captain. Failure to arrive will result in your immediate dismissal from the 4th Division or more.
Furthermore, come prepared for physical exertion. Or don't. The choice is yours. To those reading this with an interest in either joining or just observing the training, unless you are the Captain-Commander, your opinion on the methods you witness is not only invalid but, will likely result in equivalent repercussions. Or maybe it won't. Again, the choice is yours.
To those of the 2nd Division's healing unit reading this, consider this a standby notice for the likely event of a large volume of patients within a short period of time.
Kimoi Shinryu, Captain of the 4th Division.
He sighed gustily, crumpling the piece of paper and throwing it into the wastebasket at the foot of his bunk. The Shinigami reclined back on his narrow cot, knitting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. He did not deserve this, by all the codes of honor he held himself to he should return himself to guarding the Shinigami’s prisons and never allow his traitorous face to be seen the light of day again. However, Laskt was honest enough with himself to know that that was mostly a desire to run away from his problems again. The knight grunted, swore, and flipped his legs off of his bed, beginning to dress. This time, his punishment would be to throw himself into combat again and again, never to know peace.
Thus did he swear.“How noble imbécile, isn’t zat exactly what you do now anyway? How will zis be different?”
The voice of his inner Hollow boomed within his mind, still weakened due to Reina’s efforts, but still very much present. Laskt’s hands shook for a moment, his fingers flickering over the hilt of his sword for a moment, before he grasped the hilt, walking out the door of his barracks.
He arrived at the Fourth Division barracks soon after, appearing at the gate after a few long-distance Flash steps. “Good morning sir, Takehiko.”
He said softly, nodding at Shinryu and his friend in turn.