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A white cloud hovers above his head. Raiden looks upwards. to the sky. The Morning is young in Soul Society. And finally after weeks of illness. The Captain Commander is back on his feet. He Smiles. And for the first time in a long while. His signaturee summer breeze blows through souls society. Instantly recognised by lots of people of people from Rukongai. The word spreads quickly. "The captain commnder is back". Raiden walks back inside his mansion. When in his bedroom he openes his clouset. And stares at his Shinigami uniform. He had been wearing his white robes for weeks now. It had felt good. But nothing felt like his lether gloves and his captains Haori. His White robes hit the floor and his back was now bare. He grabbed his uniform and put it on as perfectly as he could. And within minutes he was ready. He spoke words with his normal kind voice. Something he wasnt able to do due to his illness lately. and spoke kindly : Please enter His back was facing the door. The door opened and outcame 3 of his personell. All 3 bowed for him then proceded. The first Put his Captains haori on his back. It felt nostalgic. The second. Delivered him his heavy black leather combat gloves. They had been maintained perfectly with leather polish He put them on and adjusted them to where they fit his fists perfectly once more. He clenched both fists a couple times. The two helpers stepped back and the third walked out in front of him and got on one knee. He presented Jujikakaze. He bowed his head and lifted the sword up to his Master. with the words Your sword Commander Raiden grabbed it by the sheath with his left hand. And immediately felt his power surging again. He had to surpress his reaitsu in order for his personell to remain standing. He looked at his sheathed blade for a few seconds and then proceeded to put it in his Sash ( belt). After that he turned around to the 3 helpers who were standing in a line again. he smiled and kindly spoke: Thank you. You may leave now have some tea with the other personell he smiled turned around. then walked out into the yard. The white could was gone and now all that was left was a blue sky. he looked at a target that was set up. in an instant. At his former extreme speed he cut it down without seeminly having drawn his sword. But he didnt sheath it after he finished like he normally would have. He now held it up at the sky. THe blade shimmered in the sunlight. It had been amintained perfectly. there was not a spot on the mirror finished katana. The white wrapped handle was as vivid in color as snow on a cold winter day. He smiled and thought to himself whilst his people were spreading the message he was back. And his now strong and warm summer breeze blew. It has been a while my friend