Showing the Way

**Date Started:** 15 August, 2021
**Date Completed:** Ongoing
**Previous Role-Play**: Lonely Forest Spirit
**Next Role-Play**: N/A
**Users Involved:** User:Ash9876, User:Starving Skeleton
**Setting:** Gotei 13
**Characters Involved**: Yamato Moritori, Shisui Takemoto

## New Faces, New Places

"Uhh..." A young man blurted out to himself as he looked around. White hair, tanned skin, and a generally messy Shihakushō gave him away pretty quickly. He was Yamato Moritori, new recruit of the Gotei 13 and conscripted into the First Division. He was at the Fourth Division barracks on Tsunayoshi Nishikawa's orders and was told to meet its Lieutenant in order to understand the Seireitei's layout and the Gotei 13's day-to-day operations, but he had no idea *who* the Lieutenant was.

"Umm..." Yamato waved to a person walking past with some medical equipment, who stopped and greeted him with a bow.

"Hello, how may I help you?" He asked politely, bowing.

"Ah yeah. Uh..." Yamato stuttered slightly, he wasn't used to such formal speech. "I'm lookin' for the Lieutenant of the Fourth Division? Is he 'ere?" Yamato asked, his accent from the Rukongai peeking through.

"Oh, yes! Are you the new recruit, uh, Moritori? We heard you were coming through." The man turned around and pointed towards the building before him. "Inside, on the first right door is the Lieutenant's office. He's waiting for you." He bowed and proceeded to move with his duties.

"Ah, thanks!" Yamato responded, bowing, albeit barely, to try and match his courtesy. He walked inside, a little hesitant, and knocked on the first door to the right as instructed.

"Um. Is this the Lieutenant's office? Moritori here."

The door slid open, almost as if commanded to open. What Moritori would walk into...well it might be the last thing someone'd expect the lieutenant of the Fourth Division to decorate his office. A division meant for healing should have beds and medical equipment. But instead, Moritori walked into what looked more akin to a temple's dojo. A wooden space with emptiness at its side. Shelves upon shelves of books layered at the wall with banners covered in inspirational writing atop.

At its center was the desk of the Fourth Division's most controversial member. Lieutenant Shisui Takemoto. A behemoth of a shinigami with a desk befitting his tall stature. But, as noted by those who first met their new lieutenant, he didn't look like the type known for his immense dedication to Kaidou. Instead, Shisui was a man covered in bulging, vein covered muscles. A body sculpted by years of intense, dedicated training. His blue hair complimenting dark skin and golden eyes which shot up to Moritori.

"Ah Moritori!" Shisui said. He stood up, which revealed just how tall he really was, and walked around his desk. Bowing before the First Division shinigami. "I meant to meet you outside but got caught up in some paperwork. I'm sorry."

Paperwork. Paperwork. Paperwork. Shisui dreaded it so much. Almost enough that he thought if he made the right decision....But its too late now to ponder regrets. *They* weren't right for him. Because they didn't understand the divine truth about strength and power....just like his annoying cousins.

"Ah!" Yamato looked around. The place felt weird for what was supposed to be a...Doctor's office? He looked intently at Shisui. His physique and demeanour seemed to contradict everything the Fourth Division stood for. "Seems like a pain. Wish I coulda helped, but I ain't no good at readin' and writin'."