Sixth Sense

**Date Started:** 31 May, 2022
**Date Completed:**
**Previous Role-Play**:
**Next Role-Play**: Recruitment Festival
**Users Involved:** User:TheGoldenBuddha, User:MohmohMoh, User:Lilpj200, User:Sekiro of the mist
**Setting:** Soul Society
**Characters Involved**:
* **Gotei 13:** Wakino Atsumori, Midori Kazutora, Moros Kyuushi, Ryujin Suiiki, Ichika

## Equal Rights, Equal Fights

The Shinigami’s Woman Association were off in their headquarters in the capital of the Seireitei, the Soul Society. Today was a important day though, it’d be the time for them to find new recruits for the Gotei 13. They were used to this, having connections with every squad and serving as a magazine and funded organization. “Any of y’all know where Wakino is at?” One female shinigami knitting cloth said, abruptly cutting the silence in the room.

*Eleventh Division Barracks*

“Ughhhhh…. why did Togashi-kun have to send ME out of everyone to come here.” A voice of a woman wearing a hat on her head could be seen with her orange eyes striking everyone who dared to look straight into the windows of her soul. “I’m looking for the sixth seat in here? Anyone know who he issss~?” Seductively charming the men of the Eleventh Division with the beauty of her voice.

The eleventh barracks were rather silent compared to how they usually were. The man who had recently been appointed to the sixth seat was drinking. Scars littering his body, telling stories of the battles he had endured and came out victorious from. The lower ranked members whispered the stories among themselves, most of them had never seen the man named Midori Kazutora. Stories made from the beliefs of what he had fought, the tales behind his scars. Most of it was made belief, yet some had a bit of the truth to it. His sake was spilled onto his Shihakushō as a woman asked for the sixth seat.

The sake was put down as the green haired man stood up. Placing his hand onto his Zanpakuto he locked eyes intensely with the woman. A sinister smile grew on his face as he responded, “I happen to be the current sixth seat, you’ve come for a challenge?”

Wakino took a glance at Midori once he revealed himself to be the division’s current sixth seat. “Oh…. so you’re that type huh?” She giggles a little bit as her cleavage bounces up and down from her shikaushō not withstanding such a powerful bust. “I was assigned to get the sixth seat of another squad namely the eleventh, to accompany me to the recruitment of rookies into the Gotei 13.

“Don’t get it twisted though, it’s not like we’re going on a date, I’ll barely be interactive with you.” Coldly reassuring Midori.

Midori's head recoiled as a disgruntled annoyance sprouted across his face. “I rather sit here and drink more of this premium sake, or head into the human world and fight some hollows than recruit some weaklings.”

Letting go of his Zanpakuto he sighed, “I’ve got a proposal to make such a trivial and boring task enjoyable. We fight to our hearts content to scare off the rookies, let them know what’s in it for them. Culling the weak from the strong hearted. You’ll owe me a bottle of sake if you win, and I’ll owe you a bottle of sake if you were to win.” An intense and excited gaze grew in Midori's right eye as he finished.

Wakino sighed, “Seems like all you eleventh division folks think like that.” She said as she walked out of the barracks “Well I’ll take you up on your offer, but don’t say that I didn’t warn you.” She went out towards the city alongside Midori.

Moros sighed as he watched the other recuits pratice in front of him. *Why are they practicing now, they should at least wait until they are recruited into a squad.* He thought as he directed his eyes toward a couple walking into town, *Hmm, they have strong spiritual energy. How interesting.* Standing up, Moros brushed his Shihakushō as he watched them get closer. “I guess those are the people we’re waiting for.” He said, getting the attention of the other recruits around him as they stopped practicing and stood at attention.

Sake dripped from the gourd as Midori moved it from his mouth. Midori’s attention shifted from the gourd to the gathering ahead. Recruits ready for the trials to enter the Gotei 13, each one with their own dream and ambition. “Psst, Wakino. Want to bet on how many are gonna drop out before we even finish?”

Wakino scoffed at Midori's remark "Tsk. Why do you always have to be negative about everything?~" As they arrive, Wakino sensed the presence of two very familiar souls. "There's no doubting it, that has to be Ichika and Suiiki.." She murmured as she walked over to the area she was sensing the spiritual energy.

"Over There! Hey, Niisan! "GASP, MA" the voice was high and cheery, belonging to Ichika who at the moment was sitting atop the head of a young white haired boy. She turned abruptly to face the approaching Wakino. Making the boys neck jerk quickly. Ichika didn't seem to notice, she was completely fixated on her target. Orange hair bobbing up and down as she giggled wide eyed at the woman.

Suiiki was so thrown off by the sudden declaration. He froze in place, with Ichika whipping his head around. The boy grabbed his neck and inhaled sharply. "OW, Do you think I'm an owl. What has you caught up in a storm of emotions anywa..." In the midst of his speaking Suiiki lifted his head up and paused. His cool silver eyes hanging in the spot surprised to actually see Wakino in a place like this.

"Wait are you actually working? Captain must really have done something to get you of all people to come." Suiiki said beginning to look down

"They told me to come down here to pick up the new recruits, with this mosshead." Wakino replied to Suiiki. "Nice to see you Ichika!" She calls out the little girl's name with immense joy and happiness. "Did you bring her along here? I was hoping not. so she didn't have to see all these dangerous things the Shinigami are about to face, although it would be a good experience for her when she's older." Wakino continued as she paused, waiting for the announcement to be made.

"We dwell in battle. Danger is excitement and a chance for growth. Like woosh- and slash! Bad hollows!" Ichaka was so wrapped up in excitement she looked as crazy as Suiiki, the later who looked up and back at Wakino afraid for his life.

"U-um I didn't teach her that"

"Niisan takes me on his patrols, Plus he talks to Kuri about h" Ichika was cut off abruptly. Suiiki being responsible for it was laughing awkwardly.

Suddenly a loud rattle was heard, Causing the young teenager to instantly look toward the wreckage. It turned out to be a young student lying there nervously, This followed by the snap of a soul pager.

"Hm?" Wakino said as she looked amidst the chaos, "That's weird, you guys can sense the hollow too can't y'all?" She continued. "Seems like it already started, we can't interfere with it though, if the young boy dies then he dies." Coldheartedly saying the truth wasn't something Wakino commonly did, but she knew the set rules for the exam and so did everyone else.

Moros turned his head slightly as he the snap of a soul pager, *A hollow is nearby*. He thought as he moved to grasp the handle of his Zanpakuto. Stepping forward slowly, Moros looked around as he made his way toward his classmate on the ground.

A howling sounds was heard accompanied by the sound of large footsteps, the young students bunched up together as the footsteps got closer. “A hollow is heading this way, draw your blade and stand at the ready.” Moros said as his draw his Zanpakuto. The students behind him copied his actions and pull out their Zanpakuto as well.