The little spar

The quietness of the Seireitei took over the Soul Society. Not even the bird chirped with glee in the blue sky. The air smelled of trouble, something was going to become of the quietness. The air was a fine gentle breeze, though it was soft enough to not make the Tree's leaves ruffle. The cloud lazily flew by. Not knowing, the soul reapers were scattered doing their daily duties. Tapping from there feet rushed by the white buildings of the Seireitei.

Yadeshi Sat in a tree. His eyes were open reading a book to entertain himself. His eyes flash from right to left. His hair lied on a near branch. His head was comfortable on a white sleeping pillow. His Sword was in it's chef, in between the tree and Yadeshi's back. His face was still in the Book. He had a concentrating Face on. He then suddenly got his word and jumped out of the tree.

He walked following the path he was on. He's feet shuffled on the gray cold ground. Yadeshi stopped in his place. His Eyes looked up into the sky. "Eh... This weird feeling...." He clutched his stomach. He Flashed stepped onto a near by building. He's eyes looked back and forth, Prepared any second. "This must be my imagination...." He scratch his head. Still, he was on his guard.