You are Kusajishi Riku, Captain of the Ninth Division of the Sereitei Court Guard. Today is arguably the day when it all pays off for you, as you're now standing across from Ichimaru Gin, newly-appointed Captain of the Third Division.

You've taken your adopted son to the hidden training chamber underneath the execution grounds, intent on seeing what the boy can actually do after all these years. Because if you know Gin, he's fairly well hidden his true capabilities from the other Captains to gain an information advantage. In that regard at least, it seems you've taught him well.

“This place is as dreary as ever,” Gin observes, looking around the stark interior of the cavernous chamber. “You should consider hiring a decorator.”

You shrug at him. “And re-hire him after every time we use it? Do I look like I'm made of money, Gin?”

“You could always ask Kaien to foot the bill,” Gin points out.

“Too much trouble,” you sigh, stretching your shoulders slowly. “Easier to have less in here to destroy in the first place... that's half the reason we go underground to train, after all. Even the Shiba couldn't pay to have half the Seireitei rebuilt once a week.”

“I suppose. So, I guess this means you got the message?” he asks.

You can't exactly say it wasn't obvious. Gin went well out of his way to try getting you more involved in his proficiency examinations just now, to the point of aiming his blade at you. You know from experience that he doesn't commit to such actions on the spur of the moment. Your boy tends to observe things quietly, like a coiled serpent tasting the air around him, before committing. He's calculating by nature, and not at all the sort to act impulsively.
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