Wondering about Soul Society was nothing new for Isamu Murakami. In fact, it was almost his daily routine. Wake up, get dressed and wonder around the whole day. He had not specific duties, because he had not yet taken the opportunity of applying to a Division. So he would endlessly wander the paths and walkways, meeting new people everyday. He quite enjoyed his life as a nomad Shinigami.

After walking for some time he decided on getting some food from a friend in the thirteenth division. Today he was having fried calamari with some sort of bedazzled pastry. "Tabi ni yande, yuma wa kareno o, kakemeguru." He spoke softly, bowing his head before enjoying his meal. Not a big fan of calamari he nevertheless forced it down with a slight cringe. It wasn't so much the initial taste that got to him, it was the horrid after-taste. With a shudder and swift devouring of his meal Isamu tossed the rest away carelessly, leaving it for some fourth division lackey to clean up. Brushing the crumbs from his black uniform, Isamu let out a long sigh. It was time he tried applying for a Division. Or... maybe tomorrow... The day was still young, who knows what could happen.