A Time for Training (Urufu)

After a day of work within the City of Karakura, a lone Shinigami is busy looking out over the city, as the sun begins its decent and set in the west. The once blue sky has begun to change to purple, with the white clouds turning to orange from the sun. A gentle breeze blows from the south, causing the night to be warm, and is blowing at about ten to fifteen miles per hour. This breeze causes his traditional white haori that are worn by Taichō's of the Gogei 13, with a rhombus set in the middle, between his shoulder blades that has the number San, three set within it. The only difference to the haori, is that the it has teal trim running around it. Byakko thinks as he looks out over the city, and the day he has had. It was a good day, having help people and spent time talking to others.

For now, he just reaches for the flask at his hip and pulls it out, shaking it slightly and than opening it, taking a drink from it and smiling as h closes his eyes and brings the flask from his lips. "Ah, such a good drink," he comments as he replaces the cap and places the flask back on his hip, under his haori. For now, he stands and enjoys the wind on his face as it blows and wonders what else will occur this evening.

Byakko had his eyes closed and was about to open them and relax, by sitting down, when someone arrived and he opened them. "Yare Yare," he said as he turned and looked at the one who was kneeling. "Ah, a new person I have not met," he said with a smile. "Please rise, as I have not earned being knelt to," he says simply as he pulls a flask from his hip, shaking it and taking a drink from it. "Would you like a drink?" he asks as he looks at the person and thinks for a moment. "And how may I help you?" he asks him as he stands there, wind blowing gently as the setting sun continues to set.