Poor Rukon District

[Xavier. S]

A side of the rukon district that is very poor, to the point where souls here have almost no real possessions nor places to stay unless they wish to stay in one of the abandoned buildings but they provide no real protection form hollows that pop up here at times. Being a very dangerous place many souls do not stay here and only the most sadest ones have lived out there lives here looking for hope.

[Xavier. S]

In the streets of the outter seireitei a man was patroling, or by what it seemed to be he was patroling but he wasn't doign that exactly, he was visiting a place he had not been staying in hundreds of years. The place he stoped at was a run down building, seemingly deserted and void of life, walking in threw the open door or what was left of the door was a simple mat and a table that was toppled over. The wooden floor and also the walls all having no real decor or life to them as he steped in and seemed to look directly at the mat, sitting down as he seemed to meditate with his eyes open. All he did was watch the mat and sighed. "I'm here...once again..." was all he said as he relaxed and reminiced on his time in the west rokon district.

[Xavier. S]

Snapping out of his sudden daze he looked around for a moment, he must have fallen asleep while here as he noticed some time had passed, maybe the feel of his old home made him relax a little too much. Getting up and taking his zanpakuto as well he rubbed his eyes and gave a small yawn "I should really rest more in the Seireitei, sleeping while exploring is not a good way to do things..." And with that he soon walked out of the small abandoned house, giving a final look back to his old living space before heading out now.

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