You are Nakashiri Koharu, co-Lieutenant of the 5th Division, and the inheritor of two old souls: the deer-like deity of old Celaris, and the former baron of Hueco Mundo Zilya. This is unfortunately something that seems to be constantly causing trouble for you, the latest of which is this whole ordeal with the Tenjsio. Somebody in it wants you screw with you, and the trails are pointing towards the North Temple, where you are currently headed.

You only hope that it is indeed just one person. Nijo Yasutake was thrown at you by making him believe Zilya was in control, something he did not want to happen with the sacrifice of his wife, the first Tamaki. You’ve dealt with him for now, but who knows what’s going on in his mind.

The other one you met is even more troublesome. Usami Fusakage was the one that analysed the Wailing Forest in the wake of your rampage back when you first arrived. From the remains of Zilya’s reiatsu, he has somehow managed to reverse-engineer your hanran technique, teaching that bootlegged version to his priests. Not only that, but he definitely tried to use it against you, though you thwarted the attempt. You don’t know what motivates him, but you’re quite sure that wasn’t the last trouble he’d push you into.

What you experience now though is almost torture.

“Ugh,” you groan, walking slowly beside the palanquin, carried by four servants. “Seriously, we could’ve already been there if we just-”

“I am no peasant,” Yukiko’s voice comes from inside the absurd man-powered vehicle. “This is the proper way for a noble such as myself to traverse Soul Society. Anything else would be disrespectful and shameful. Not that you’d understand.”

You roll your eyes, though you do catch Yukiko’s eyes rolling up as she’s reaching her own mental limit. Despite that haughty act, you’re quite sure she thinks the same as you.

“Still, we’ve only just passed the 10th District… there’s forty or so more to go, you know.”

You can practically hear a mirror shatter.

The journey is otherwise quite plain and boring. You do notice however, that the further away you go from the Seireitei, the more uncomfortable you feel walking beside the palanquin, with your retainer armband on you. At first the Rukongai residents greeted you with court bows. Then it turned into silent stares, followed by begging, and now you feel their disgust as you pass them. You can’t help but wonder: What would the kids think if they saw you like this? There’s still about fifteen districts to go, and you’ll definitely need to take another stop so the carriers can rest.

>Impressions be damned, pick the palanquin up, toss the servants in and use shunpo
>Best to keep in line for now and be on your guard for anything.
>Other?