“Here you go. Don't break anything, or I must rip out your throat.”

With a pat on the back, Kita sent Lieutenant Koki into the room designed for his Squad. She had organized big posters to hang on the doors, so that people knew where they needed to go, but apparently she should invest into signs to be posted everywhere next year.

Back to her clipboard. It started to become really colorful – red and green and blue scribbled all over the once so clean and stern paper, all for the purpose of telling Kita whether something has been done or not. She looked at her watch, still some time left. She positioned 20 urns around the barracks, where the contestands could deliver their filled-out entry formulas. At this time, 10 of these urns should already have closed and be taken in, but she only received signal of 9 Shinigami.

She snarled. At Hakudania Seven, the people she assigned to take in some of the urns slacked off, with the results being that nearly 25% percent of the participants simply weren't registered. It was a near miracle she managed to correct that mistake; and it she was less than willing to have to rely on another miracle.

Then there was Hakudania Three, where some fools from the Eleventh decided it's be in their best interest to smash the urns. Of course, they got disciplinated by several people, but Kita developed some Kido to secure the urns more.

Lieutenant Rosu arrived – she liked this guy, at least he was polite and didn't make a damn fuss all the time – and asked for open spots. Kita looked at him for a second.

“Hm... oh, yes. Of course. Greetings, Lieutenant Rosu.”

She handled her clipboard and pulled out a few pieces of clean paper.

“Here are some empty lists. You know the drill – Name, Squad, Position, and then put them in an urn.”