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To say that Midori destested ceremonial gatherings would be an understatement. The tall woman with long white hair and peircing yellow eyes sat almost rigid, her Zanpzkuto propped against the table. She had not said a word to anyone since she'd arrived save for the Head Captian. Her eyes flitted back and forth, the conversations and bickering going on around her, ignored, but not unnoticed.

There were two reasons behind her nickname amoung the Soul Reapers. They called her the Black Angel not only for her appearance during Bankai, but also for her beautiful appearance yet cold demeanor.

To be honest, Midori felt somewhat out of place. She was no captian. She wasn't even one of the Gotei 13. All she was was a substitue. But she was present due to the part she had played and her determination. She was respected among the Captians, and she respected them, even if she wasn't completely accepted by all. She could live with that.

Midori would admit later on to anyone that the abrupt presence of Reiatsu, even His, was a reliefe to the stuffy atmosphere. At least it meant that she didn't have to remain in discomfort. Grabbing her Zanpakuto and feeling a thrill at its vibration at her touch, she raced off to the scene of the upcoming battle, an almost wicked smile upon her lips and a gleam in her yellow eyes. "Rend and tear, Kuroi Watarigarasu." The blade formed into a spear at her calling, and as a result of its abilities, heighted the speed of her Shunpo. Therefore, she was one of the first to reach the scene.

"Shall we start off this dance? I suppose I should thank you for livening up the party. It's a shame I despise you too much for that, Kayashi."