The sixth division, the enforcement division, among the Gotei 13, it was the duty of these Shinigami to uphold the law of Soul Society. They brought honour against traitors, they brought justice to the fouled, and they brought errant criminals to trial. They were the pinnacle of justice, honour and righteous pride: and there job was, by many at least, considered among the most exciting and duty-bound in all of Soul Society’s hierarchy. Since the beginning of the war with the Hollows, …Sadly, today was not a day of honour, or pride, or justice. Today, Akiyama Yasu was having to deal with someone else’s crap…literally. One of her seated officers had been called out to the noble district in regards to what was reported as a ‘gross defiance of Seireitei’s laws.’ An hour after she dispatched the young officer, he returned relaying that the nobles had asked to deal with the captain directly. “So let me get this straight. Unomaru Aki’s dog is accused of defecating on Akinomu Yuyu’s vegetable garden, while Unomaru Aki disputes this claim because, and I quote, ‘Chi-chi has a sore tum-tum, and has not left the house all day.’ Is this correct?” Akiyama Yasu was rubbing her index finger and thumb against the bridge of her nose, massaging it as she tried very hard not to shout at the idiots that made up the lower-noble houses. It irked her that her time was wasted on dealing with such cases as this, especially considering this was more of the duty of the Third division, but she knew that it was important for the Gotei to maintain good relationships with the nobles. After all, they provided a great deal of services to the Gotei: including food, fine goods and the most consistent portion of the new Shinigami recruits. Noble houses produced a lot of Shinigami, and they needed every one they could get in the Hollow war. However, even though maintaining relations was important: Akiyama Yasu’s patience soon wore thin as more and more of her time was being wasted. She should be out fighting the Hollow incursion, or at the very least, doing some of the stacks of paperwork in her office. Reports of a particularly large Garganta had her worried, and rumour had it that this Garganta had resulted in the mobilisation of the Eighth division captain, and here Yasu was: talking about dog shit and vegetable gardens. Noting the nod of the two nobles, and the apologetic face of the seated officer, Yasu sighed heavily. “Because there is no evidence to prove either claim, I will have to insist that the accusation is dropped. To prevent this case from escalating further, the Unomaru family will fund half of a 5-foot high fence around the vegetable garden; the Akinomu family will fund the other half and go about its construction.” The sound of complaining nobles was suddenly made much louder by the Captain’s declaration. Yasu was willing to listen to the complaints, if only because it was her job. The arrival of a worried looking Shinigami changed the tone rather rapidly, though, as everyone turned their attention to the bowing messenger. Yasu strolled closer, assuming the message to be intended for her, not the nobles. As the message was delivered, her face shifted and became darker: much more intense. “You’ve done well. Deliver the message onwards to the forth division and the Captain-Commander.” After the few seconds, The Shinigami shunpo’d away, and Yasu turned her back to the nobles: the bold symbol of the sixth division seeming to radiate with the intensity she exuded. “I’m assuming there will be no further issues?” One of the nobles strolled forward, wagging his finger at the captain and saying it was Yasu’s job to find a better resolution for the ‘grave injustice.’ At that, the Captain turned around with a very obvious anger on her face; her Reiatsu suddenly flared with her growing fury. "Actually, my job is to protect Seireitei, and to protect every single soul inside it. As I waste my time with you, a Vasto Lorde has invaded Soul Society and is now rampaging through the streets. If I am lucky, I can get there in time to save lives! Now, you will comply with my Seated officer, or I will have you dragged into imprisonment for impeding a captain's duties!" Without giving the fool any more of her time, Yasu started to shunpo away from the scene and towards the chaos in deep Soul Society. Her speed was well known inside the Gotei, and she would need it more now than ever. The Shinigami who delivered the message had apparently been of the Eighth Division, and had sought out the nearest strong Reiatsu in order to help his captain. Yasu had been the most obvious, and had been the one sought out. She had no official orders from the Captain-Commander, but she could hardly sit by and ignore the plea of a Shinigami, or the danger posed by a Vasto Lorde. She picked up her pace, feeling the comfortable weight of her Zanpakuto at her hips. When she arrived though, she was far too late. The Eighth captain was on the floor, unmoving, and the Fifth division captain was being tended by his lieutenant. She had failed in her duty to protect Seireitei. --- A week later, Yasu was sitting in her barracks, multi-tasking with the completion of a pile of paperwork as well as listening to the latest reports on new, unseated Shinigami in her division. Only a few were showing any real promise, which had her worried. Someone’s lieutenant was going to have to step up to the plate and ascend to the mantle of Eighth division captain soon: what if it were her lieutenant? Would she be able to cope with remodelling the entire structure of her division? Oh god, the amount of paperwork she’d have to fill out… Thoughts of paperwork were cast aside as the Fifth seat of the First division entered her office, bowing down respectfully. Soon, Yasu was exiting her own office with new orders from the Captain-Commander herself. She was thrilled by the call for a number of reasons: In a slight amount, she was glad to be away from the paperwork if only temporarily; but more importantly, she was ready to strike back at the Hollows. She numbered Captain Nakahara as one of her friends. That lost friend left a hole, and she longed to plug it with revenge against the Hollow who took her life away. She was bowing before the Captain-Commander within two minutes of receiving the message, having left the seated officer in her dust.