The duties of the sixth differed greatly to that of the majority of their peers. Whilst the other divisions had their sights set beyond the walls of the Seireitei, their objectives and goals in one way or another expanding beyond the borders of their facility, the sixth kept their gaze ever inward. Their responsibilities primarily consisted of security and internal auditing, ensuring standards were kept and laws, upheld. Their targets were their colleagues as opposed to the hollows, their extermination better left to the Seireitei's fitting suitors. As such, it left Kishibe with much free time in between his usual patrols and reports, a double-edged sword for those who preferred to operate on the front lines.

It was during such times that the communal gardens became a frequent haunt for him. His pockets were deep, of which there were many, and gardening utensils were far from cumbersome. Kishibe was a recluse, a lifestyle born of habit that gave way to choice, gardening a source of comfort for him. Friends were a rarity for Kishibe, and given their occupation, sometimes temporary. Nature, however, had long extended its welcoming arms towards him.

He hovered between the clusters of Tsubaki & Sakura, humming absentmindedly as he pruned the occasional overgrown stems. Then came the water, a pleasant helping from his canteen. Lastly, a seasoning of bone meal to the soil from which they sprouted, encouraging growth and strengthening their roots. The Bara and Sumire could wait a moment, for Kishibe would often take the time to pause and offer a celebratory oggle at his work. Gardeners were in short supply, and Kishibe was sure that the Seireitei hadn't employed them anyhow, but he cared little; he would gladly accept the unspoken role, for it gave him something akin to purpose beyond his 'day job'.