The Arrancar was successfully able to disguise himself as an unseated Shinigami. The problem was, he had no idea what to do next. He didn't know what post his victim was supposed to report to once his rounds in Rukongai was over. It appeared that Saikuro was in quite the dilemma.
Then he struck gold.
A division headquarters it seemed, was outfitted with the kanji of "twelve." That was the same exact kanji simple situated on the back of his robe.
"Looks like I made it," Saikruo said. He made sure he had his zanpaktou safely secured on his hip before he entered. He noticed many Shinigami running around Sereitei, as if they were in war.
"Seems I'm not the only one here," he said to himself as he entered the 12th division HQ. His eyes was taken aback by the beautiful simplicity of the structure. What caught his attention even more however, were the books.
Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of books were shelved within this wonderful facility. As of now, Saikuro would forget all about the invasion and immerse himself within the many books they had. All were based on Soul Society law and customs, as well as the Shinigami manual and duties.
Then he struck gold.
A division headquarters it seemed, was outfitted with the kanji of "twelve." That was the same exact kanji simple situated on the back of his robe.
"Looks like I made it," Saikruo said. He made sure he had his zanpaktou safely secured on his hip before he entered. He noticed many Shinigami running around Sereitei, as if they were in war.
"Seems I'm not the only one here," he said to himself as he entered the 12th division HQ. His eyes was taken aback by the beautiful simplicity of the structure. What caught his attention even more however, were the books.
Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of books were shelved within this wonderful facility. As of now, Saikuro would forget all about the invasion and immerse himself within the many books they had. All were based on Soul Society law and customs, as well as the Shinigami manual and duties.