Reversing The Stains Of Blood & War [Operation Recovery] [Reimu's Part To Restore The Soul Society]

Rukongai, his home for how long he knew himself, was now in bad condition. The war which he successfully survived had scared it what seemed beyond repair. Death lay its bony hand above all and pain was the only thing that filled the air. The man himself had grew up in it, when he was young and a Academies student, the boy would sometimes sneak out in streets of his home just to play with his old friends, meet people he liked and just have fun. Later, when becoming a Shinigami, he didn't stall to become the doctor for poor and those in need. Shigoru valued high what this place had given to him. In later years, as his power and wealth grew, also grew the thanks he gave to the place. New houses, centers for the poor, all was just to make this place he called home more pleasant for everyone.

So now mix of sadness and anger filled him, seeing the brought down building, in pain moaning people and the dead in the rubble. It all turned his insides around and made him wish that he could have done much more. All Division 7 had been mobilized to clean up the rubble, gather the dead, as well, as treat the ill and injured. From his own personal funds Cog had financed packs for others, containing food, most basic medicine, as well, as other life needing supplies. Countless shelters for those who had nowhere to return had been scattered throughout the Rukai District, but what more, massive group of people, hired by him alone, was now rebuilding those Districts, which were cleared completely from existence.

He himself was now traveling from one medical tent to another one, helping taking care of those injured. Being a doctor for free in Rukongai for years the male had already large experience how to treat almost any kind of injury or poison. His healing Kidō could be called one of the best, as well, as medical skill quite impressive as well. Sometimes he asked himself why he didn't join the fourth Division in the first place.

The cases were different. Injuries of different seriousness and poisons of many type, as the enemy didn't spare anyone. There were those who didn't make it and few could have swore they saw him shed a tear. Broken bones, tore limbs and of course the poisoning of the Hell's Miasma. It all was up to him, or at least he thought like that. It seemed the man was possessed. One place after another, no rest or sleep. He just went further on. It wouldn't be a surprise, if in the end of this month the male would become broke.

It was already five days or so. He haven't had any rest, sleep or even food, but his mind just couldn't focus on such mundane tasks. His body was able to survive on air alone while it held any Reishi, and Soul Society was practically made from it. There was bags under his eyes, his hair looked a bit messy and wild, but his smile was as warm, as always and look seemed clear and steady. He still made no mistakes and one would have a hard time at first to even tell that the man is up running for five days without even a moment rest. But Cog felt happy about what he was doing, so who could tell.

It was only a coincidence that he was going through the flower field, hearing that part of refugees from the all ruckus had come that far, and saw the girl on the grass. She seemed nice and Cogimo central computer said that the girl was a high rank Irimasha, so it would mean that she probably was just laying down there, taking a breath or something. But even knowing that fact, the male came up to her, Shigoru was wearing a green kimono with flowers on it and medic bag at his side, and said.
"Hello there! Are you hurt? Need any help?" A gentle smile would then cross his face.