Sairento sat on top of a small building, yawning softly as he had his legs hanging off the side. He was in his spirit form, so he knew he wouldn't be bothered. He kept his spiritual pressure low, in case there were other around, his zanpaktou sitting beside him on the roof.
He smiled softly, stroking his index finger along the large blade's edge, the finger reaching the hilt of said blade. His softly sighed, bringing his finger all the way down the hilt, to the wolf head replica, poking it slightly. Today was boring for a rogue shinigami. No one to terrorize and he had lost his gigai from a previous escape. His eyes shifted to the bandages that rested beside his blade. He considered whether he should put them back on his blade or not.
While he considered this, he noticed a strong spiritual pressence nearing his positon. He wasn't sure what it was as of yet, he hoped it was a hollow. If it were another shinigami, he could take care of them. Unless the shinigami was a captain or lieutenant. He knew that they would be much more of a challenge.
As he waited for the spiritual pressence to get close enough for him to tell what it was, he yawned, looking up at the sky. And to think, today had been a great day. He stood slowly, gripping tightly to the hilt of his blade, as he did so. He held the blade at waist-length, bending down to grasp the bandages on the ground, slipping them into his pocket. He was ready for anything that came his way.
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