Starting Over [Sajin, Yusei]

Flyers went up every so often. An initiative to protect the Soul Society at large. Listless, tired of returning to the textile mill where he started, Yusei finally looked over the leaflet that sat there, where everyone could see it.

An address was there, near the bottom. Yusei stood there, still wearing his old shihakusho, the wind playing with his bangs. He wore it loosely, more akin to a black jinbe and wide-legged work pants. His zanpakuto was clipped to his hip, and his thick sandals hit the ground as he started walking off towards the place. He looked half-asleep.

Perish the thought. Yusei approached the entrance to the old Squad 6 barracks. Fights were fierce before he was hospitalized, but it looked every bit as cared for as ever. He stepped up, raising a hand to knock the door. He spoke just barely loud enough to be heard on the other side. "I saw the flyers, I’m here to sign up, if there’s any openings. This is former Squad 8 officer Kuroiwa."