Corporate Retreat (Closed)

Once upon a time in her life, Murasaki had been at her happiest when on the steppes of Mongolia. Day in and day out of simply riding under the clear blue skies, a quiet life with only her firepit and her horse to keep her company. But, of course, those days were now long gone. The only thing that the 7th Division's Captain now cared upon on these plains was the improvement of herself and her division.

They had faced a loss at Las Vegas that was nothing short of catastrophic. They had been ill-equipped to perform their singular duty, of protecting Earth against Hollows. With that in mind, she had taken those few members of the Division left who she still earnestly had any faith in, and left to train. For how long, or in what manner, she hadn't really cared one way or the other. All that mattered was improvement, was showing that the 7th Division was still worth something. Even Murasaki needed to convince herself of that, at this point.

Now, after months of training, they were preparing to return to Soul Society. It wasn't so much that Murasaki felt they had suitably improved. If she had years more to spend here, she would have, just to ensure that they were up to snuff. But time didn't permit for that, and Murasaki knew that fully. Tonight was the final night that they would be staying in Mongolia before they once more took to their duties, and knowing that her subordinates were likely exhausted by now, she had opted to grant them a night of rest. They'd earned it.