He would graze around the streets looking around. He was trying to find this academy he had registered for. He had been told that it was the only way to join this thirteen squad system and that to be a shinigami, he must graduate. He also wanted to learn new kido. So he wondered about these poor rural streets. Everything seemed fimiliar yet different. He wore a black kimono with the sleeves completely ripped off and his natural red hair down in his face. He had a wood sword at his side tied on by a rope. He saw buildings upon buildings as he walked slowly down the lane. As he found himself back at the entrance he let out a long sigh. Eh, where is that damn place anyway? It feels like I have been walking for hours. He looked around again then turned to walk off. He slipped his hands behind his head and started to walk again.
