With a small snap of his fingers, he locked the door to his office. His squad members knows not to disturb him when they find his office door to be locked without a sign out front saying anything. If the door was just locked, it most likely meant that he was in there, on some official business that he cannot share with the rest of the squad...

Drawing in a deep breath, he leans back in his chair and mumbled yet again to his notepad. The content that he was reading before faded from the pages into nothingness. Standing and walking over to a seemingly empty wall, he raised his right hand and placed it about half an inch from the wall itself. With a soundless mumble, the palm of his hand glowed a faint blueish white. The light would soon fade and he would drop his hand to his side. Adjusting his zanpakuto, he shrugs his shoulders to shift his haori back into place. A door would then appear where his palm previously pointed. Stepping through the door, he walked down a spiral staircase into the darkness below.

Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, with his right index and middle finger, he drew a circle in the air and the torches in the room lit up accordingly. If one was lucky enough to see this room, they would be able to tell that the torches are lit with numerous Hado #31, each all finely controlled to provide optimal lighting but minimal destructive power. Such is the grace and prowess of Kuroda Jōichirō. In the great room stood two pillars. Standing in front of the pillars, he began chanting and reciting the words to a very specific spell...

When the spell was complete, he would quickly step through the portal it created and the portal would just as quickly close behind him. Within a few moments, his feet would touchdown on white sand, over looking a bleak and grey landscape.

[color=662d91]"Haaaaa~ The dry ass air of Hueco Mundo..."[/color] Now being in a different dimension, he reached into his left sleeve and promptly removed a bracelet he was wearing. To most, the bracelet would just seem like a common piece of personal accessory. To him, it kept his reiatsu in check. To that of a normal, even possibly weaker, captain level. Within moments of his removal of the bracelet, his hair would flair slightly and the sand beneath his feet would give way to a small rumble. 

Being from an ancient and proud house of Shinigami, his reiatsu was pure, and often, seemingly untamed. With all of his reiatsu at his disposal, leaking out or otherwise, creatures in Hueco Mundo often steered clear of him as he traversed the dreary land. Matter of fact, beings below the level of Adjuchas stayed away from him completely based on their primal emotion of fear alone.

Walking at a rather leisurely pace, he seemingly wandered about aimlessly. However, he was looking for someone to discuss something with...