<strong>Goro Oshiro - Day one - 9:06 AM Seretei - Northwest</strong><br/><br/>It was early in the day and the Captain-Commander was sitting in the first-division house as he supped his first tea of the day. He was adorned as he always was, the black of a Shinigami under the white of a Captain. Kami kirā was strapped to his side, resting on the floor partially behind him. Everything was peaceful and serene, as he liked it.<em>But it never lasted</em>. There was a spike of reiatsu, the release of a Zanpakutō. Last he had checked he had issued no Special War Time Orders and if there was a threat within the walls of the Shinigami home he could not sense it. This matter would need to be investigated. It was not a small thing he sensed, it was powerful.<br/><br/>With a casual hand he placed down his tea. It would be cold when he returned but there was always more tea to be made. With slow but confident steps he made his way forward until he felt the warmth of the sun upon his face and balding head. Then he was gone, into barely a blur of motion. The Captain-Commander was not inexperienced at shunpo. A foot touched down at a rooftop and he was gone again to the next, and the next until he was the unfolding events were in view. It would be less then a moment before he could discover what the reason for this disturbance was.<br/><br/>When he arrived Captain Taiga had started to intercept the situation. Goro appeared so suddenly one could have blinked and missed his arrival but for him standing there. "What is the meaning this, Captain Sosuke? Releasing your Zanpakutō<em>and</em>bringing it to bear against your fellow Shinigami? Including a member of<em>my</em>division?" Young Murea was present. He would certainly be speaking to her about this matter after the Captain of the Twelfth was dealt with.