Karite left his division, whistling. For the first time in years, he had finished all of his paperwork. A major accomplishment, for someone who had avoided it like the plague.

The people following who him, who were told to report back to Central 46 on his every move had nothing to do with why he had finished it. Nope.

Karite's aimless meandering took him towards the Eleventh Division, to chat up Seiko, and maybe shamelessly flirt with a few of the officers. And then get kicked off the grounds for causing several of the younger unseated to burst into tears with stories of his fights with Hollows.

The usual.