#v; 5th

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There were a great many things Shiori hated about the way the Seireitei was run. Perhaps foremost on that list was the utter entitlement with which the nobles carried out their business, and a piece of that was sitting on her desk in the form of a letter informing her she would be having a...tag-along for her scouting mission. The Shihouin heir, to be precise - who wasn’t even a real shinigami yet. 

Shiori let out a disgusted snort. 

He was early, too. Shiori spared one last glance for the map of District 23 spread out across her desk before replying. “Ugh. Yes, you’ve got the right door. Come in.” If her tone was less than enthusiastic, well. She’d sworn to carry out all orders from her superiors, not to enjoy carrying out all orders from her superiors.

...And that sounded kind of dirty. Heh. 

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Hirako-taichō

Shiori had little in the way of personal possessions beyond her zanpakutō and uniforms; a few books, some brushes, a notebook, an ink set, a kimono she hadn’t worn in over a decade. Packing up and moving her belongings from the 13th to her new home in the 5th Division’s barracks took only one trip. Shiori had agreed to the transfer, and there was no doubting the fact that some reshuffling needed to be done after the disaster that was Aizen and the Winter War - but she’d spent nearly a hundred years in the 13th Division, the entirety of her career as a shinigami, and it still felt...odd.

No sense in second-guessing herself now, though. Her orders were to move her things here, and then check in with the new captain immediately afterwords, and as much as Shiori would like an afternoon nap, making a poor impression on her new commanding officer by being late on her first day was probably a bad idea. 

It took some time to find the captain’s office, though thankfully not much. Shiori took a deep breath outside the closed door and said, “Hirako-taichō? I’m Hokutan Shiori, reporting as ordered.”