Napping. How original.

Jūshirō Ukitake

Jūshirō had decided to chaperone this small trek into the World of the Living. It was, in some people's mind, a mistake. Sure, students rarely misbehaved around him. They respected, feared, or pitied him enough to be on good behaviour. If they did misbehave though, it wasn't like he could keep them in line with anything but stern words. He didn't mind it though. Unless they got too rowdy, Jūshirō would just chalk it up to "kids being kids" even if they were far past the "kid" stage in their development.

Today's trip was a simple one. It was navigating a city in the World of the Living. There were only a handful of prospective Shinigami who could remember their time alive, and none of them were from this time period. Even Jūshirō had a hard time finding his way around these large metropolises occasionally. The only reason he seemed to never get lost was a retinue of students and Shinigami who looked after his wellbeing—against his wishes.

The students were going to go on a scavenger hunt around Karakura and find a collection of items—then report back to him. The final test he was keeping a secret. Jūshirō would not be at the rendesvous point. His students would have to use their skills to locate him. He was confident in their abilities to do so. Today, Jūshirō decided to relax in the sun. Kiyone and Sentarō would insist on him staying in the shade. He was feeling fine today though, so he thought it would not matter.

He was wrong.

Jūshirō was already sweating and out of breath by the time he reached any meaningful shade. It was... not fun for him. He enjoyed getting out, but he would be lying if he said that it was always worth the pains. Today was seeming to be one of the latter days. Jūshirō finally crested a small slope, noticing the forest truly beginning at its bottom. It was great for him. As he began to step down, his foot caught. He nearly stumbled and fell. Instead, he hopped on one foot until he could balance himself out.

Thinking it was a root, he turned to see what kind it was. It was the kind of root that moved and happened to be attached to a body. This meant it was someone's leg. Jūshirō immediately apologized. "Oh, my apologies." Despite how horrible he felt (and looked), Jūshirō smiled to the young man he nearly tripped over. "I didn't see you there. I hope I didn't disturb you. I wasn't expecting someone to be lying down."