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Yakima stared at Taito, an eyebrow raised as the man acted strangely. He looked down at the paper and wrote down "Send to Squad 4 for medical and mental evaluation". He looked back up at Taito, who was now pale and seemed like he was sick. [color=gray]"Are you okay? I have a trash can here around somewhere"[/color] Yakima looked around his desk for a trash can, not wanting Taito to puke on his desk. He found it, picking it up as he turned to Taito [color=gray]"Oh I found it-"[/color] As he spoke, a mixture of corn and other foods found in puke splashed along his face. It dripped downwards, spots of puke forming on his papers below. Yakima remained in silence, hearing him saying he had a shikai but fighting every urge of tossing this fucker out the window. He took off his haori and wiped his face with his black sleeve.

Yakima glared at Taito afterwards, as if warning him he was in deep, deep, deeeeep shit. [color=gray]"I will only say this once. If you ever tell anyone about what happened right now, I will toss you out this window, wait for you to land and kick you, many, many times. Afterwards, I will send you on a solo missions to Hueco Mundo and if you manage to survive that, i'll just toss you into a volcano. Got it?"[/color] Yakima said as a fire could be seen in his eyes, an unquencable rage which could only be filled with a single thing. However, he was a professional now and had to act professionally...most of the times [color=gray]"With that being said...welcome to Squad 10. Wait for me at the training grounds, I'll go test your shikai later"[/color] Yakima said as he squeezed his pen into two.