Post by Date Maharo on Feb 26, 2023 16:04:37 GMT -5
Maharo was beginning to get used to their new day-to-day as a member of the Thirteenth. Part of their squad's responsibilities as those who maintain the bridge between the world of the living and the Soul Society was to keep a close eye on the town of Karakura. To most of the humans who lived there, it was just a town like many others, but there was more to it. The town had a high density of reiatsu, and, perhaps for that reason, was the most Hollow-infested town in the world, something that Maharo learned first-hand during their first excursion into the world of the living with Hirabayashi as a guide. Since then, Maharo has been patrolling the town on their own. Normally such a fresh-faced Shinigami wouldn't be in Karakura on their own, but with the low headcount of the Thirteenth at the time, it was seen as a necessary risk.
While the threat of finding themselves in an unwinnable battle with a Hollow did hang over Maharo's head, they had found that they honestly enjoyed their time in the world of the living. They were so used to getting odd looks from strangers that to be invisible to the vast majority of humans was something of a relief. There was a certain freedom in going unseen amongst so many living souls, one that they hadn't known until they had begun patrolling.
As the days went by, Maharo grew more comfortable while going along their patrol route. They figured out which buildings had the best vantage points, possible hiding spots for small Hollow, as well as spots that Maharo simply liked. One of which was a street corner in the shopping district that their route took them through in the morning. The time of day that they hit that spot seemed special to the masked Shinigami. There were some customers bustling about, but not too many. Most of the sounds that they could hear were those of people working, getting ready to open up shop for the day. Maharo couldn't really say what they liked about it, but they did.
Today Maharo decided to take a break at that street corner, balancing atop a light pole, with a wonderful view of the rising sun. They stood there for a few minutes before doing something that they very rarely did outside of their personal quarters. They removed their mask, feeling the sunlight on their face for the first time in a very long time. Surely they could risk it just this once, here were they were almost guaranteed not to be seen by anyone.
While the threat of finding themselves in an unwinnable battle with a Hollow did hang over Maharo's head, they had found that they honestly enjoyed their time in the world of the living. They were so used to getting odd looks from strangers that to be invisible to the vast majority of humans was something of a relief. There was a certain freedom in going unseen amongst so many living souls, one that they hadn't known until they had begun patrolling.
As the days went by, Maharo grew more comfortable while going along their patrol route. They figured out which buildings had the best vantage points, possible hiding spots for small Hollow, as well as spots that Maharo simply liked. One of which was a street corner in the shopping district that their route took them through in the morning. The time of day that they hit that spot seemed special to the masked Shinigami. There were some customers bustling about, but not too many. Most of the sounds that they could hear were those of people working, getting ready to open up shop for the day. Maharo couldn't really say what they liked about it, but they did.
Today Maharo decided to take a break at that street corner, balancing atop a light pole, with a wonderful view of the rising sun. They stood there for a few minutes before doing something that they very rarely did outside of their personal quarters. They removed their mask, feeling the sunlight on their face for the first time in a very long time. Surely they could risk it just this once, here were they were almost guaranteed not to be seen by anyone.