Sunshine Walks [Odd]

Yorishou kicked a stone along the pavement, it was a nice rock, large, grey, little off balance on one side which caused it to spin multiple times before coming to a rest. And then he would kick it again. A simple entertainment, but unfortunately, it was the only thing available. His boots stuck out from under the kimono, making contact with it again and sending it spinning off again. He was tired, wanting to rest, unfortunately his companions in the 11th did not share the IQ higher than a tadpole. And had set fire to a section of the barracks, including his room. Meaning he had several hours to kill while the rooms were repaired.

He kicked the rock again, fishing it out with his foot from where it landed next to the wall, it bounced off and went down a drain. He sighed defeated and slumped against the wall with his right shoulder. His left hand absent minded fingering the hilt of his sword, tracing the base of the handle. It had not been used in a fair while and was becoming restless, thirsting for action that he could not get permission to seek. And so he was resigned to trudging around town all day, every day, for the past week.

He shrugged himself off the wall, walking widely along, slowly, looking down at the pavement, up at the sky, along the walls he had seen a hundred times before. Wondering what the team dispatched to the human world was doing now, how the lieutenant meeting went, whether the little girl he met last month was still in Naruki or she had moved away from the abusive parents. The problem with such a long life, was the memories that stayed with you. The people you meet along the day, he had heard on average you meet 400 new people a year. Seeing as he was in dead people central, he added that up to 500. Being 167 meant that he had met around 70,000 people. And from a shinigami viewpoint, less than half of them were friendly, and he would want to meet again. Still, that was 30,000 ish people he knew and would ideally be able to keep up with.

Just some pointless thoughts for you. However talking of people he had never met before...hearing a voice he did not recognise apologising, he turned the corner and made towards the creator of the commotion, maybe he would make some new friends today. Or just another person to avoid. Joy of joys. Walking up to them with a wave of greeting "Anyone need a hand or we good here?" with a warm smile.