Soup For The Soul

"Come in."

Yuri's voice was firm and terse as she called out from her desk. She was standing at her desk with a Map sprawled out over the surface. A number of reports in the process of being put away. She'd just finished reviewing incident reports connected to a string of murders in the sereitei. Just another nail driving itself into the Sixth division. A frown showed on her features as she let out a soft, annoyed sigh.

Why now of all times? She had been compiling the reports into a presentation that she'd be submitting to the Captain fro review. After all, withg everything going on, it wouldn't do to have Hakuyou poring through dozens of reports and doing all this himself. And so she was compiling the reports into a more concise presentation. All the essential information, as well as copies of the corresponding reports which were included in a packet should he want to review any bits of information more thoroughly.

It seemed she was having to do a lot of this shit as of late. Already her brows knit with in-laid stress. It seemed every facet of the soul society was under stress, and just when she herself had been ready to make a move toward a division transfer, something she'd intended to hold off, at least until things settled a little, what with the Hospital incident. But now things didn't seem like they'd ever fully intend to settle down. She'd have to figure something out.

Glancing up, she was briefly surprised, blinking a few times before she finally put on a calm smile, seeing who was visiting her.

"Well well, if it isn't Miss Kaen. To what do I owe the pleasure.. and the....food?" She let her gaze shift down to the container curiously.

Yuri quirked a brow as her eyes were drawn to the bowl itself. Her head canted ever so slightly to the side as she surveyed the potato soup. How quaint. Still, the woman certainly seemed intent and friendly. "Tasty. I had no idea I was withint range of your Mothering No Jutsu. Very well." She hummed, using a finger to reel the bowl towards her. Shifting everything off to the side so as not to get anything dirty before taking a spoonful and taking a bite. Potatos after all. Her eyes shifted back up to Hono and she leaned back in her seat for a moment. "Things have been going. You're in our division, you should know things are busier than ever. Even more trying to keep our superiors from working themselves to death." She sighed, eyes drifting to a close before shrugging her shoulders.

"And in the interim, I've been looking at the other divisions at present. Here I was intending to switch squads. But well, the Sixth is ... in a bit of a squeeze. And so I can hardly dip at the moment." She shrugged, casually making note of her intention to change divisions. Something that may very well surprise Hono.

"So, you've been training hm? Glad to hear that. I've even heard you unlocked Shikai. Congratulations." She added, eyes closed as she took another bite and sip of her soup.

Yuri raised a brow at that. "Hm? Yes what am I?" She ventures with a crooked little smirk. Hmph, an Honest eh? She took another sip and bite of the soup as she lightly bopped her foot. "It's alright. It's nice and warm. Good after a long day. Nothing that will win awards. But it's certainly good caring food." She made note, feeling a little generous as she took another sip of the broth to clear her throat. Certainly listening to the woman's antics, she was certainly......pleased they were enjoying themselves. As one of the unseated, she still would be put onto the more errant projects. She almost envied them, but she was an officer for a reason after all. There was more than just choice duties to be had.

"I was considering Seventh in fact." She noted lightly, drumming her fingers as she took another go at the soup, a few bites this time before looking off to the side. "As much as I've learned about things here in the sereitei. I really don't know anything about the world of the living. A lot of shinigami talk about it. Their little vacations and the like. That sort of thing isn't my style. At least... that's what I initially considered." She murmured and closed her eyes.

"If I'm being honest, There's also other things I want to do. I was also thinking of the Second Division. Getting in practice with Kido. Or even third Division, I've always fancied myself a smart woman, and that sort of research and explorative function would be suited for me. I admit I'm not entirely cut out for it. But even so...I'd like to learn more about it. Even if that means just doing grunt work for their division, if I can learn something that might be nice." She explained, slowly letting the tips of her fingers trace slow circles on the wood of the table.

"Honestly I didn't know how to pick. And so..I believe I'll be joining Eigth Division. I won't exactly always get to pick where I'm placed I imagine. But it is the best way to get what I'm looking for. And perhaps discover other things I wasn't looking for." She pointed out.

Of course...she gave an amused little smirk when Hono mentioned what she intended to do. "Is that right? Does that mean that this soup was a bribe? In exchange for a spar?" She ventured.

Yuri quirked a brow slightly as she listened to the explanation from Hono. She wasn't really bothered by these insinuations. That said, the part about what food she liked was fair enough. Not like she was someone who ate lunch out with the rest of the officers. She mostly did that in her office.

Hmph. An amused little breath at being told she'd fit into the Eigth Division. "The platitude is appreciated. And well. As for leaving? That has nothing to do with you. You're hardly on my mind often enough to educate my career choices." A sly little jab as she stood up and took a sip of her water. The notion of 'Forgetting' Hono certainly was an amusing one. She doubted many would go forgetting Hono. She was pretty distinct. One of those ...cutesy pink girls. With a little bit of lunatic sprinkled in there. Not to mention she was fucking a Captain. One tended to remember.

"Oh? Seems you've still got some overconfidence issues. I suppose I could humor you in exchange for the lunch." She hummed, giving a slow stretch of her arms up into the air as she walked around her desk. "But We'll have to make it quick. I have a few people I need to check up on this evening."

A slow little smirk flashed across Yuri's features as Hono backed down. Yea that's right. She thought to herself, no shortage of confidence in herself as she walked out of her office, expecting Hono to follow along as she stretched her arms up into the air, a soft sigh escaping her as she then let her hands drop to her sides. Amused by the woman's inane commentary. It was rather adorable to say the least, but she kept that to herself as she led them out to the training courtyard. And some small part of her felt a hint of lament.

The place saw far less use ever since the whole bombing incident, she wondered how many of her coworkers were starting to slip up because of shit like this. Between no longer training regularly, not to mention working themselves ragged. Hmph. Whatever. Not like many of them were going to listen to her.

She came to a stop in the middle of the sandy clearing, a slow, and steady sigh escaping her. And she wondered.

How rusty had SHE become? When was the last time she'd ACTUALLY put her all into a spar? Aside from just.... messing around with students. Even before things had been so busy. How much had she actually been applying herself? She found her nails biting into her own palm as she felt a hint of shame at that. But no, she wasn't going to go getting mad at herself. These years in this division had been productive. Learning a lot about how the sereitei was managed. Don't focus on your shortcomings. Focus on the path forward. Lady Yui's advice rang in her ears as she turned and faced Hono.

"Kaen. I certainly hope that you've been improving. For all intents and purposes. This will probably be the last time that I'm at this training ground, representing the Sixth Division." She stated softly, a slow, rippling crackle sounding as she clenched her hands into fists, popping her knuckles in the process as her spiritual pressure swelled around her.

"I don't intend on losing."