One of the figures stepped forward as the shinigami fled, poking the headless corpse before them with a sandaled foot. Like the rest, a blue robe adorned her form, her mask white save for a line of deep blue that split it down the middle, ending in a pair of painted lips. An unfinished sword hung loosely in the white sash about her waist, bearing no handle, wrapping, or decoration, only a silver tassel that wound up to her shoulder, joining the metallic wrappings that bound her entire left arm. "Soul society will investigate sure, but Hideyoshi didn't even let him finish his sentence. What if he had something important to say?" She looked back towards her squadmates as she spoke, left hand pointing absently towards the body. With a quiet breath of power, her wrappings briefly glowed a soft, silver-white, flames igniting the body's robe as the light faded. "Though I guess if he was that weak, he probably didn't, did he?" Shrugging, Yui Togame looked back down at the now-burning body, idly watching the flames through her mask. She whispered a silent prayer for the shinigami there on the roof, apologizing that he was unlucky enough to have been the one to come here. He likely knew nothing of why Jakakumei were moving, likely hadn't even known they existed. Wrong place, wrong time, and it had cost him his life. Of course, if he had been stronger, he might have survived. She tried to leave that part out of the prayer, though. Respects paid, she looked to the sky, dark eyes scanning the air for... anything at all. Her left arm itched under its wrappings, eager to wield her sword, as her gaze was eager to find someone to wield it against. She waited there, watching above for the shinigami they let live to come back with an army and challenge them. She waited, and after roughly seven seconds, she was bored. "So," She turned back to her squadmates, grin unseen, but very much there. "Anyone up for some fun while we wait? Quick race around the town, brief spar..." She looked down at the burning figure nearby. "...S'mores?"