OOC: leave please. This is our private training session. It is fail on Byakuya's part not to put "private" in the title. Regardless, leave please.
Seiwa entered solemnly. His face remained calm, collected, his eyes giving nothing of his interior. He took well widened steps, covering a large portion of the ground as he made his way to the training grounds. His green eyes glimmering the summer son; it was roughly noonish, so the heat was at it's peak. Though, to be fair, the summer wind had bested the society with it's glorious, heaven-like, sensation; upon colliding with the skin of those whom were suffering from the heat of the scorching sun, from above.
He was surprised, though his face gave anyway nothing, to see another man there; trying to enter their private session. It was pretty pathetic, not to mention rude. It angered Seiwa, though his years of perfecting his serene display, proved most valuble in a situation like this. He took a step forward and gazed to the side, not even wanting to look atthe inferior man,
"Leave. Know your place." he said simply, though he'd doubt it'd be enough for someone of the man's calibre. Heck, Seiwa didn't even know the man's name, proving how little important he truly was.
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