The day was bright, the footsteps of someone walking at a steady pace would heard coming from the distance. The wind blew brushed against the shinigami body as if it was been seductive. His two Zanpaktou remained sheathed on his back as both of his hand remained in his pocket. His raccoon colour hair danced with the wind as he walked. He had weird blue tattoos on his hands as they matched the colour of his eyes. The short shinigami was the 3rd seat of the 12 division. Even after hearing the death of the 2nd didn't make him worry or have the feeling of grieve. He went on with his daily duties as usual as if nothing had happened. One had to think if he was a broken shinigami or just a self less shinigami that did't give a damn about life. He was given the name by other members in his squad as the raccoon shinigami. His face had no true meaning to it as it remain emotionless. He was to meet up with his Taichou but it looked as if he was either late or too early. Tobimaru stood still as he looked around the area looking at his surrounding. He was on the training grounds where his squad members would train and sharpen their skills. He then took out his symbolic chain and sat down on the floor. He folded both his short legs and then clapse his hands as he began to pray. Tobimaru was a religious Shinigami but it was unclear who he really worship. He then remain still as he waited for his taichou to come on the scene before opening his eyes.
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