One of the girls, she was petite and had lovely black hair and green eyes, scurried away from the other two towards a tent. "Hey. Don't go wondering off. You're gonna make my job harder than it should be." He looked at the other two signaling for them to follow him as he walked in the direction the girl went. When they caught up to her they found that she was talking with a young man close to her age. It would seem he was a the vendor at this particular tent and when Gen stepped back to see what his trade was he scoffed at them. “Are you serious? A fortune teller?” Gen shook his head and waited patiently for the rest of them to get their fortunes told.
He hated the fact that he actually had to inside the tent to watch them just in case the fortune teller was some kidnapper. After what felt like forever they finally finished getting their fortunes read. They exited the tent and the trio immediately went to another vendor that was selling meat on sticks. Wanting some alone time no matter how short lived, Gen watched the girls from a distance. It wasn’t long after his bunch left the fortune teller's tent that another group stood in front of it. The kid who owned the tent had the balls to call out to some of the members and from he could see it was the women. Gen snickered at how the women of the group handled them and he was a bit curious as to who they were. Most females that he encountered loved th idea of getting their fortunes told. Alas he couldn’t stand there for much longer since his charge was moving elsewhere again.
For the briefest of moments he lost them which made him panic a little. Eventually he did find them but not where he expected them to be. They were watching a Hakuda fight and grimaced at every blow landed on an opponent in the ring. Gen approached them from behind, startling them. “You guys never seen people fight before?” The eldest shook her head in an almost pompous manner. He tried to keep from glaring at her but his attention was soon taken elsewhere. The next contenders was between a stocky older man and a guy, who he recognized as one of the member of the eleventh division, with a bunch of bandages. “Hey is he really going to fight with all those wounds?” Gen looked to the youngest and smirked. “You don’t think a man of the eleventh division can handle a few wounds? Just watch them. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.” And so they watched the fight, well he did anyway. The girls kept looking away in horror.
After the fight was over he himself was starting to want to punch a few things. The girls keep criticizing the poor guy for how stupid he was in having fought in his condition. Gen watched that same guy leave with a woman who was also wounded. Wait don’t tell me these are the guys on probation?” He chuckled to himself. “Hey I need you three to wait here. I’m going to try my hand at this.” Gen approached the group of shinigami who were on probation. “Say mind if I have a word with you?” Speaking to the only guy (Joel) left of the group. When he pulled him aside Gen told him about wanting to fight him.