The newest member of the 12th division was sitting under one of the huge trees that surrounded the walls of the Seretei. The day was clear, the sky blue, and a soft wind was blowing through the leaves, creating the perfect atmosphere for a relaxing afternoon.
Of course, it was possible that he was supposed to be working right now, but hey, it was just a bunch of paperwork. Rather useless paperwork, actually, since he got stuck with re-indexing, re-organizing and re-archiving the older documents. Some of those were more than a millennia old, and crumbled just by looking at them.
He'd do it later: the night was long.
Resting his head against the large trunk, he allowed himself a content sigh and a relaxed smile. And the smile grew only wider when he pulled up the item he'd been holding at his side and placed it on his lap, focusing his attention on it.
Working for the 12th division had definitely its advantages.
Kurou was clutching a book: a thick, leatherbound black tome, smuggled from one of the libraries of the division: studying it there would have been way too gloomy, but here it was perfect.
He opened the book on the first page, and started studying the incantations and complex diagrams written within, the apparent solitude helping him concentrate.