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Satoru had heard of this officer’s penchant for large cats, but hearing and seeing are quite difference experiences. Discipline keeps his fingers from twitching for a zanpakuto. If Kobu says the beast is under control, then Satoru has little choice but to trust his word.
“Ah, passing by the training grounds. Right. Well,” and he gestures with one hand, “it is your division — I will follow you.” His eyes do drift back to the great beast. Will she really not bite, looking as fierce as she does? Satoru swallows slowly to steel his nerve. Predators can sense fear, right? Best to put a lid on that.
Kobu was not particularly concerned about the look Satoru had on his face. For one, he had faith that if the man did try something stupid, Karst was more than fast enough to avoid it. And of course, he also figured that a seated officer would know better than to go attacking some animal.
“You don’t have to be so tense. She may be a killer when it comes to hollows. But she wouldn’t be hanging around my office if she was a danger to anyone in the gotei.” He pointed out calmly enough, and rather than him, it was the feline that took the lead, promptly striding ahead as Kobu, and presumably Satoru, would follow behind her. “You’re in ninth division aren’t you? I’m a little surprised you’re so unnerved by a big kitty~” He chuckled lightheartedly, even as his comment earned him a dirty look over Karst’s shoulder.
“Captain Muguruma is pretty intense himself. Surely compared to him, she’s not so bad, is she?”
