At the end of the meeting, Jōichirō stands from the room and makes his exit. Smiling all along the way out at anyone that would make eye contact with him. His haori, always in pristine condition of course, flaps lightly in the wind. Underneath the pure white exterior that is emblazoned with the icon kanji of the number Five symbolizing his status as the captain of that squad, sits plenty of secrets. First and foremost, a colorful lining that is obviously custom-sewn. In the pockets of his haori held a couple of flasks of unknown liquids, and a notepad with random bits and bobs scribbled down.

Walking briskly, he made his trek back to the barrack of his squad. The trees in the courtyard have lost all their leaves in anticipation of the coming winter. Snow that have drifted down and gathered itself on the branches line the edges like white shadows. Balling his left fist up, he blows a sharp breath of hot air through it in some feeble attempt to heat them up. A few lower ranked members of his squad are scattered about, sweeping the snow off from the elevated pathways that line the rooms of the barracks. Giving a polite nod to them, he proceeded into the great hall in the barrack, happy to see that there are several pots of tea being kept warm on hearths.

Taking out a medium sized flask from his left sleeve pocket, he unceremoniously emptied the content of the flask into the small crackling fire, causing a small sizzle and a puff of smoke from the liquid. Taking a cup from nearby, he takes a taste of the tea from that specific fire. A mellow black tea, with a golden yellow tea liquor.[color=662d91]"Mm. Someone took out the good stuff today... Interesting." [/color]His voice was always soft when he spoke in his barrack, and this time was no exception. "[color=662d91]A floral body, smooth, slight bit of astringent aftertaste. A bit of honey can do this tea a world of good. Zealong, I think. The Zealong Black, possibly... I'll have to check our tea reserves... Hmm.."[/color] With a small smile, he savored the last sips of the tea that was in his cup, rinsed it out with some hot water that was boiling near by. He then poured some of the tea from the kettle into his flask, filling it about three quarters of the way up. He has a small jar of rare orange blossom honey that one of this squad members brought back from the Human world tucked away in his office. Walking briskly once more, he made his way into his office, body now sufficiently warmed. By the lack of general interaction, he would think his squad members are just out and about, training and what not. It is the middle of the day after all. Speaking of which, where is his food...

Sitting in his office, he added a few drops of honey into the flask that is now holding the tea from the great hall. Giving the flask a gentle shake, he made sure the honey was sufficiently melted and distributed through the tea. Taking a sip and being satisfied with the mix, he takes out his notepad and starts going over all the notes he managed to take down during the meeting...

[color=662d91]"Vasto Lordes. Multiple at that. Thats going to take a few captains to handle. Can get messy. Not getting my hands dirty for that. I guess we'll just be ready to get deployed... As usual." [/color]A small smirk as he made preliminary plans in regards to one of the threats discussed during the meeting. [color=662d91]"But now, more pressing concerns..." [/color]He flips a few pages in the notepad to a blank page. Small mumbles can be very faintly heard from his lips and he would snap his right fingers and the notepad would temporarily glow a faint blue before revealing the contents he wished to hide.