However it seemed like a small group of Shinigami thought otherwise. Considering the serenity of the night the group had been hoping to relax with some of the more suspicious characters in the Rukongai. They had been tasked to search the wilderness of the Rukongai of any Hollows. Lately the few who lived close to the forest had been complaining of strange sounds and shadowy figures walking through the woods. It seemed the group of nameless Shinigami had other plans. They had made sure to sneak in a few alcoholic beverages and even now were taking swigs from their last bottle of sake. But they were aware of their orders so they did look for any Hollows just not in the way one should.
The group stopped where they were, it seemed the majority of them had become a tad bit tipsy. As was notable by their flushed faces, slurred speech and bumbling steps. One man sat down but as soon as he did a jumble of sounds erupted behind him. He shot up reaching for his zanpakuto, he glared into the dark while his friends laughed. "It's just some animal I bet" said one man, he merely grumbled to himself and was about to sit back down when something flashed out of the darkness. A large white hand grabbed him from behind, engulfing his head completely and pulling him back into the dark.
The tipsy shinigami barely had enough time to yell. By then the rest of his group stared at the spot he had just been, one of them even dared to venture closer asking for him to come out. That was a grave mistake on his part as that same white hand, now bloodied, grabbed his head and pulled in away. The remaining shinigami stared in confusion before the sounds of their comrades being torn apart reached their ears. Stiffening it wasn’t until the creature that had taken their friends burst out of the forest did the remaining shinigami flee. They ran as quickly as they could but they lost one more comrade, so now there was only three of the six shinigami left.
The trio entered a clearing slowing down to a complete stop as they regained their breathing. One of them looked up towards the deathly woods they had just escaped, “Do you think we lost it?” turning to his other companions who merely gave out raspy replies of hope. “Call for a Jigokuchō and send the squads a message. They need to know what happened.” wheezed one of the men. “Yeah send them one, we’ll keep watch.” Nodding in response he summoned a Jigokuchō and began to relay his message. “May I have your attention, and please listen carefully. We have-“ the man never finished relaying the message as screams erupted behind him. Looking back he saw his remaining comrades torn apart by some sort of grotesque creature, however he never got the chance to have a good look at it or to even finish his report before he too was dead.
On the other hand the Jigokuchō, unaware of what was occurring around it, had recorded the sounds of the brief and sickening struggle. It flew off to its designated direction even though it carried a broken message; it fluttered in the sky almost disappearing in the dark night. No one that had encountered the creature that night knew what killed them. Only the moon daring to shine its luminescent light on the clearing bore witness to the slaughter that occurred under its watch.
Talk of the Jigokuchō relaying the unfinished and disturbing message spread like wildfire amongst the many squads. None wished to investigate further while the Captains did their best to calm their men down, with elaborate and sometimes short speeches. However it did seem to stick in the minds of some, especially those in the 13th division. Their Captain, Kira Hanakonawa, managed to calm many of them down but was given orders from the Captain of the First Division to stand down while they prepared for a meeting. Sadly due to the many duties a Captain would have to fulfill it will take a couple days for them to get around to it and some of the Captains have simply considered the deaths of the nameless shinigami to be the result of drunkards being attacked by a hollow.