(Orihime's date: Day 1; Late afternoon)
'What should I wear?' Orihime thought to herself, standing in front of her mirror in cream white and pink underwear, trying to pick out an outfit to her movie date. After deciding to use their free time to get in some bonding and meeting Senna for the first time, they decided to let Orihime get first dibs while Tatsuki and Senna went out shopping. There was a reshowing of My Neighbor Totoro as a special event and her brother got them tickets to go see. She grabbed a light pink sweater and a dark rose tinted skirt, figuring it suited her personality before dressing up and meeting her date. She found him waiting in the park, seemingly asleep to the outside world. He had a pair of black jeans with a navy blue shirt with a white '15' on it with a black hoodie jacket. He seemed to be at complete peace with the world around him that no one noticed his presence. She made her way toward him and he got up the moment she was just a few feet away.
"Hey Orihime, ready to go?" He asked with a smile. The sight of him actually calm and happy warmed her heart. Ever since she learned the full weight of his mission and goals she has worried for him, but every time she sees that smile she's reminded of his strength. In both power and will. He gently took her hand almost seamlessly and they began their trip to the movies. She thought about the other movies, but she felt this was the most relaxing of the films she had to choose. Plus, it's Hayao Miyazaki, the man can do no wrong.
"Let's go!" She cheered with a smile as the made their way to the theater. The walk was soothing, his presence was much more calming than before. Before, it was strong and intimidating but now? He made her feel so much safer just by being there. She knew strength from her training and understood the drive of the fighter, having collected the other two elemental spirits out of a desire for power and combat, Terra and Ventus, during her time at Soul Society. Urahara let her use one of their training halls in exchange for studying the Exorcist fighting style. But even with how far she got, she knew she was far from matching the man that captured her heart, and that spurred her further. They made it to the movies and got in to watch the anime classic.
"Heh, almost reminds me of myself and Uryu when we were younger." Ichigo muttered, watching the film as the two sisters were running around screaming. Happier memories before Soken passed away. Orihime saw something else, the family she wished they would have together. Herself, Tatsuki, Rukia, Rangiku, and recently Senna, all looking after their kids as they play and laugh together, waiting for their father to return home from his job as the new captain commander. She admits to being annoyed by girls other than Tatsuki being his lovers, but Rangiku gave a new perspective of 'not love rivals, but new friends'. She enjoyed sharing among friends, but now was her time with one of her favorite people. The movie ended and they went for a walk near a lake in the park.
"That was better than when I first saw it." Orihime chuckled as they talked about movie and what they enjoyed.
"That was something I needed." Ichigo said with a deep sigh. "Thanks for this Orihime, it was nice." She leaned into his side and he wrapped his arm around her, basking in the fading light of the setting sun. She just sighed in contentment, feeling her stomach and praying for a swift end to the wars and battles ahead, so she could make that wish of a family a reality.
(Tatsuki's date: Day 2; Evening)
"Ready?" Tatsuki asked, dressed in her martial arts gi with Ichigo standing across from her in similar attire. Orihime wanted a soft and calm date while Tatsuki preferred to get a lot more physical. Orihime fixed up her body and she was aching to see how she stacked up against her old sparring partner. She took to Hakuda like a fish to water and was trained by whom everyone considered as the greatest martial artist in all of Soul Society.
"I'm ready." Ichigo responded, popping his shoulders with a few last stretches. He was trained by whom everyone accepted as the strongest Soul Reaper. Now it was time to test their skills. Within an instant, they were exchanging punches and kicks. Tatsuki was on the offensive trying to find a crack in Ichigo's defenses as he swiftly blocked every strike. It took her a moment before she noticed something was off. She started using more advanced moves but Ichigo was still using basics. She purposefully got them in a dead lock and demanded an answer.
"Come on Ichigo." She said with a tomboyish smile. "You're training under the oldest captain. What has he been teaching you?" She finished, noting that while she was breathing somewhat heavier Ichigo didn't change.
"Gramps didn't teach me anything." He said honestly, puzzling the martial artist. "He says I needed to 'refine' my skills, starting with basic punches, kicks, swings, and stabs." Tatsuki would've complained, but she remembered hearing about Bruce Lee stating that he didn't fear a man that had practiced 10,000 kicks once but he did fear a man who practiced one kick 10,000 time. The thought hadn't occurred to her recently because she still needed to work on controlling her fire powers, something Yoruichi thought would be aided by having a Zanpakuto. Without saying anything she pulled out a couple of cinder blocks and tossed them at Ichigo. Years of martial arts training allowed her to trace the punches he threw, and she was in awe. Something in her screamed that it was a near perfect strike that broke the concrete blocks apart, no wasted movements and just enough to prove the point.
"Well, looks like I should get back to basics myself." She said with a smile, happy to see how strong that crybaby from when they were kids had become. "Wanna help me out?" She asked with a 'come hither' tone and trying to make walking with a martial arts gi look sexy. According to Ichigo's subtle growl, she succeeded. The rest of the day was spent trying to perfect her motions, while rubbing against each other as much as possible.
(Senna's date: Day 3; Afternoon)
"Come on Ichigo!" Senna called out while running on ahead into the amusement park, the Disneyland in Tokyo. The other girls in Ichigo's love life decided to let her have a date with him considering she died for his sake, not to mention that she and Orihime really got along. She was wearing a yellow long sleeve that clung to her figure along with a dark brown skirt, on her shirt was the spiral of the Shiba clan since Kukaku adopted her into the clan as well. Ichigo had a black shirt with an emblem of his Hollow mask on his chest with camouflage cargo pants. She insisted on an amusement park because she wanted actual memories of her own and it was her first date when they went on that Ferris Wheel so long ago.
'I missed that girl.' He thought to himself as he followed her into the park. They rode rides, played games, ate food, Ichigo was absorbed into Senna pace as she frolicked like a child and acted like a caring sister to everyone around her. She clung to his arm as she dragged him around the park, and although he was embarrassed a few times, he was enjoying himself quite a bit. The day wore on until the final hours of sunlight and they ended up in a Ferris Wheel yet again.
"Thanks for putting up with my selfishness Ichigo!" She said, leaning against him with a large bag of their game prizes sitting across from them. "This is what I wanted to do after coming back to life."
"Ride another Ferris Wheel?" Ichigo guessed sarcastically, knowing it wasn't the right answer. "You really like high places." She giggled before pulling away and standing up, balancing on Reishi.
"Yes I do, but mainly, I wanted to relive my happiest memories that I knew were mine." She started, looking off in the distance all around her. "It hurt, learning that the memories I had weren't my own. That I lived a thousand different lives of other people with no real past to call my own." Her tone was somber, sad as she remembered the sense of so many different memories playing in her mind. "I was scared that I would fade away, the memories of so many people without my own identity. And when we came to my grave, you lied to me." Ichigo froze in shock as she revealed that she knew her name wasn't there in the end. "My name wasn't engraved on that stone, but it was in your heart and the hearts of everyone in squad 15." She turned around and gave him a beaming smile. "You gave me a past, a proof of my existence as my own person. I'm not too sure what I technically am, but I can be sure of this! I am Senna Shiba now, proud member of squad 15, and protector of the Human World." She announced proudly, prompting a small applause from the hybrid. She took a slight bow because her expression became more nervous. "Now, there's just one more thing I need to do. Something I couldn't do last time." She said with a burning blush on her face. Without giving him a chance to do anything, she pressed her lips against his and held them there. After a few seconds, she pulled away smiling while glowing pink from her blush. "I love you Ichigo." She said, happy to do the one thing she was denied before. Ichigo merely smiled before pulling her in and showing her how to really kiss.
(Las Noches: Arena)
"Well Ulquiorra, how do you think this will go?" Aizen asked his more trusted Arrancar. In the center of the arena was Grimmjow and an effeminate, youthful Arrancar. He was Luppi, the Arrancar assigned as the new sixth to replace Grimmjow after his public shaming. All the Arrancar received training, and Luppi was directly trained by Gin. This was a contest to see whether Grimmjow could earn back his place as an Espada after his training with Ulquiorra. The whole of Las Noches was in attendance, watching with varying levels of interest. Gin and Tousen were with Ulquiorra and Aizen, watching from his throne.
"I feel this is needlessly cruel." Ulquiorra said, sparing a glance to Ichimaru. "You should've put more restrictions on the fight." Grimmjow was swerving around eight massive tentacles that frantically slammed, stabbed, and wrap around the panther, with a look of fury and desperation on Luppi's face.
"I suppose I should've had Grimmjow lose his arms again." The traitor captain sighed. "Gin, I'll have to punish you later for half assing Luppi's training."
"The boy let his rank get to his head." Gin said with his dark smile. "I figured this would serve as a good reminder that he should lose that arrogance." Grimmjow moved with a grace that he forgot when he took on a human form, remembering his Hollow form, and practically danced through all of Luppi's attempts to strike him. They were on opposite ends of the arena when Luppi charged a cero from each of his tentacles. Just as he was about to discharge the attack, he found Grimmjow's fist buried in his gut. The boy coughed up blood and glared at the panther, hate growing as he stared into those apathetic eyes of the former, and now current, sixth Espada.
"Winner, Grimmjow." Aizen said, no surprise in his voice, just stating a fact. As the panther was leaving the arena, a dark smile appeared on Aizen's face. "Grimmjow, would you like to be the fifth Espada?" There was a gasp of surprise among some of the Espada.
"What the hell?" The current fifth Espada, a lanky tall man with an eyepatch and a spoon hooded jacket named Nnoitora Gilga demanded. "Luppi was pathetic, but do you really think that disgraced bastard has a chance against me?"
"Sure, whatever." Grimmjow said, again showing apathy toward his opponent. This only pissed Gilga off more as he grabbed his blade, an odd ax with two crescent moon blades on top of each other. He jumped down to the arena while two random Arrancar removed Luppi's unconscious body.
"You looking down on me Grimmjow?" The hooded man asked. "You think you're better than me just because you got your rank back!?" Grimmjow merely shrugged.
"I personally just stopped caring about ranks and all that." He said, cracking his knuckles and shaking his arms. "Now, I want something else." Tousen tapped his sword on the ground to signal the start of the fight. The two charged at each other, Nnoitora swinging his ax while Grimmjow readies a punch. The blade came at his side, which he caught with his bare hand, then the shaft of the ax handle before pulling himself closer to Nnoitora and slamming a foot in his gut. Grunting from the hit, the 5th Espada tossed his weapon away with Grimmjow still holding on to it before grabbing onto the chain attached to it. He swung around his ax, slamming it into the walls and floor, believing that Grimmjow was still attached to the weapon. He never noticed until Grimmjow was right in front of him again, wearing a psychotic grin on his face. The panther slammed his fist into Nnoitora's face and sent him tumbling back before using Sonido to catch up and grab him by the skull. Grimmjow slammed Nnoitora's face repeatedly into the ground before spinning to build up momentum and throwing the 5th Espada like a baseball. He slammed into the wall and could only watch as Grimmjow closed in on him. His eyes were hungry, his grin was savage, and his prey was right in front of him. The panther unleashed a barrage of punches, pounding Nnoitora deeper and deeper into the wall, before one last strike that turned that spot into a crater. The dust settled and Nnoitora fell to the ground, everything was mute as Grimmjow raised his foot to crush the Arrancar's head before turning and walking away.
'Again?' He growled in his mind. 'Pity from my opponent? From you Grimmjow!? That bitch Neliel was higher in rank, but YOU'RE BENEATH ME YOU BASTARD!' He unleashed his Reiatsu and pulled the chain to bring his blade to him. "Pray, Santa Ter-" He prepared to use his Resurrecion before noticing a blade in his chest, just millimeters from piercing his heart. He followed the blade to see Gin smiling, with Aizen's disapproving look.
"I declared the match over Nnoitora." He said calmly, with enough steel to remind everyone why he's their king. "Grimmjow is now the new 5th Espada. You, will become the 7th." He said, shocking the former fifth.
"Seventh? I didn't fail so badly that Zommari can surpass me!" Nnoitora protested, glaring at a dark skinned bald Arrancar and daring him to challenge the beaten man.
"No, Zommari will become the 8th." Aizen announced, with the Arrancar in question nodding in acceptance. "She's grown much stronger, so she will be 6th." Nnoitora's eyes widened and he growled in fury as Aizen continued. "I'm well aware of your history with her. I figure this is a fitting punishment for your misconduct in this fight. Dismissed." The trio of Soul Reapers left the Arrancar to their devices as Gin spoke up.
"Sixth is a rather lucrative position for what is going to be a babysitter captain." The fox said with his usual teasing tone.
"It's delivering proper justice and punishment for Nnoitora and Szayel's actions against their comrade so long ago." Tousen spoke, giving his opinion on the matter. He wanted to punish the two when they betrayed the former third years ago, but Aizen said that it would be for the best. That girl was not a fighter at heart. She was disposable then, now he has a use for her.
"Intimidation is all well and good," Aizen started as he caught a glimpse of the girl in question, "but she has experience with children. Neliel will do nicely once we have them."
(Candice's Date: Day 4; Afternoon)
'How did this happen again?' Ichigo asked himself, sitting in front of the changing rooms at the Karakura mall. He was just walking around, minding his own business, when Candice Catnipp literally grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the mall.
"I'm questioning my loyalty to someone who is supposed be like a god to me and it may cost my life. I need to go on a shopping bender and you're coming." That's what she said when she dragged him to their current location. He's been waiting for about ten minutes before the curtain opened. "How's this?" She asked, standing confidently with a tan jacket and lightning yellow shirt that showed off her midriff and a pair of tight jeans. Ichigo looked it over for a few seconds before nodding in approval, making Candice smile and return to the changing room to try the next outfit.
"Can I get an explanation for why this is happening?" Ichigo asked as she began to change. "Why me? Why now? What's going on? Uryu said you guys were developing a slight change of heart."
"We're interested in staying alive Kurosaki." She responded, trying to decide between shirts. "We've had recordings to watch of your fights in Soul Society before Urahara managed to lock the majority of us in a separate dimension." She came out in a slight punk/military look. Similar to her usual uniform, except much more professional looking. "You went into Soul Society for a girl you barely knew, your power is incredible and you're a skilled fighter, plus you've the body of a god." She said, striking a pose for Ichigo to evaluate.
"Maybe throw in some black lipstick to complete it." He suggested, making her look in the mirror and consider it. "It was more than saving Rukia, though that did play a huge role in me being there, it was about warning Yamamoto about Yhwach's return. My own Quincy blood hates that guy."
"That's pretty evident with you and Ishida blatantly declaring your desire to stand against him." She remarked, thinking about the next outfit to try on. "To this day, no one really knows how you, your sisters, and Uryu survived the Holy Selection. Most of us saw it as his Majesty's mercy, but the three of us have our doubts. As for why I'm doing this with you? I think it's obvious that most of the Vandenreich falls into two categories. Sadistic and psychopathic. It wouldn't surprise me if most of the Sternritters actually turn on each other while killing as many Shinigami as we could. I've actually thought about turning on Bambi a few times."
"Seriously? Why?" Ichigo asked, honestly confused. These people were supposed to be family and allies, how screwed up could they possibly be?
"This one member of our little clique? She's completely insane. Scares everyone." She said, thinking about Sternritter Z with a shudder. "And she's obsessed with Bambi. On a cheerier note, we have only so long before the Quincy rise back up for war, so I want to hook up with the best guy available before that. With you, Bambi and I can at least make it seem like we're trying to follow Yhwach's orders to bring you back to the Quincy." She opened the door to reveal the lime green T-shirt and jeans she started in. "Besides, I wouldn't mind being one of your bitches at least. 'Gotta take care of a warrior's needs' right?" She said with a sultry smile, making him go bug eyed.
"You saw that?" He asked, slightly mortified.
"All the Femritters saw that." She said, walking by him before leaning to his ear and whispering. "Very nice, by the way." She walked away, feeling that impromptu date went rather well... for her.
(Bambietta's Date: Day 5; Late Afternoon)
"This is certainly fitting... for some reason." Ichigo said to himself as he surveyed the terrain. Bambietta showed up to drag him away, much like Candice did, but after going through this once already he just walked beside her as she decided what they would be doing. They were running around town for hours before he asked if she knew where she was going. His answer came in the form of an embarrassed blush as she exploded at him, never going on an actual date in her life. After getting her to calm down, they went to a place he felt she would appreciate. A paintball course, one that Urahara was involved with. How did he know? It was a huge part of the forest with plenty of natural and man-made obstacles with very light rules. Don't shoot the head if the hood's down, paint splotches the size of an American quarter count as dead, melees only count if the paint on the blades are still wet, and bring your own false blades. It was expensive and usually reserved for military, police special forces, and combat fanatics. Just like that psychopath to do. Bambietta agreed because she wanted to let off steam in her usual violent manner, but she wasn't allowed to use her Schrift in Karakura Town. The two dressed up in heavy camouflage with realistic gun models, two for each of them, and a dull Reishi blade of their usual swords. Some questioned Ichigo's massive cleaver, but chose not to pry further when he proved his association with Urahara. So here he was, with an M-16 assault rifle, 9 mm pistol, and his blade, against another Quincy elite with a Glock 9 pistol, Vector SMG, and her Dao sabre... and many grenades.
"Now let's see how this goes." He heard from above as a grenade exploded red paint to shower him. He left a speed clone behind with Sonido as he leveled out with Bambietta, fifty feet in the air. He pulled out the assault rifle and fired ten shots that she managed to avoid before she copied with her SMG. They danced an aerial waltz, moving around at high speeds while exchanging bullets all the while. After nearly a minute of high speed in the sky, they ran out of paintballs. As they landed, she pulled out three grenades and threw them at Ichigo, making him bat away two and shield himself from the third. He charged as her and made a slash across her stomach, which she was too slow to dodge. She looked down to the marking, only to find herself clean of paint. Curious, Ichigo looked at his blade.
"Ah, flung it all off." He said, noting the very thin coat of dried paint on his Reishi blade. Bambietta looked at her own, still holding quite a bit of wet paint on it's edge. She smiled sadistically before charging at him. Ichigo proved her better in sword fighting, but his large blade made it hard to reload the paint needed to mark her while Bambietta moved fast enough to keep him on his toes while reloading sparingly. As she made a thrust that nearly clipped Ichigo, he grabbed her wrist and threw her away, none too gently. As she righted herself, the paint grenades on her body exploded. She walked over to him, covered in red paint.
"You pulled out all the pins in my grenades?" She asked dryly, Ichigo holding up the incriminating evidence.
"My teachers consider speed to be very important." He said with a smirk. "Plus, I figured you liked red... wait, fiery explosions are orange." He muttered, giving Bambi the opportunity to splash his face with the remaining blue paint in her sheath. After wiping his eyes, he glared at her.
"What did they say about dropping your guard?" She returned with a smirk. Ichigo started chuckling, which infected Bambietta, and soon the two were in full blown laughter. "This was fun. Nice to blow off some steam."
"Yeah, let's get going." He said, casually draping his arm over her shoulder. Bambietta actually blushed at the close proximity before forcing herself to calm down. After they returned the gear and wiped off the paint, they began their trek toward their homes.
"So, if Yhwach loses, what do you think will happen to the rest of the Quincy?" She asked, figuring that Ichigo would know more about Yamamoto's plan since that was something his Majesty predicted.
"Well, when he loses, the surviving Quincy might be sent back to the world of the Living, but under supervision." He guessed, thinking about what he'd do in the Captain Commander's position. "If any defected, they'd probably find a place in squad 15 or left alone to live their lives. At least, that's what I'd ask the old man to do."
"Ichigo, I'm not a good person." She admitted, stopping in her steps and making the hybrid look at the Explode. "I've killed dozens, if not hundreds, of my own comrades, gleefully as a stress relief, I've been quite the bitch to the closest people I can call my friends. I was looking forward to slaughtering hundreds upon thousands of Soul Reapers for fun. Would I still find mercy?" Ichigo looked at her with a critical eye, making her avert her gaze. She felt accusation, the weight of sin on her from the reflection in his eyes, before he gently lifted her chin and looking into her brown eyes.
"I only want to protect everyone I can." He told her in a soft tone. "If you repent your actions and try to atone, I will do anything I can to save you." Bambietta felt her face burn and her breath catch. "That's the kind of person I am." He released her and began to leave. She stood as still as a statue as his words repeated in her head, feeling an unfamiliar tightness in her chest.
(Karakura House)
Toshiro Hitsugaya was in a bit of a bind. He was given an order to bring Ichigo back to Soul Society after a long discussion between Isshin and Ryuken about the hybrid in question. He still couldn't fathom why this was necessary since Ichigo always responded to summons and orders before. Now here he was, at his old captain's home, with the Kurosaki family, and Masaki seemed intent on making a big deal out of him being like family.
"You are every bit as cute as Isshin described!" The Kurosaki matriarch squeed as she hugged the young captain tightly. Toshiro was blushing up a storm as the Quincy woman continued to fuss over him.
"Mom, he's a captain of the Gotei. Same rank as dad, you're embarrassing him." Karin said, working on her kido spell homework. She and Yuzu were doing well in Shin'o Academy, even being called the 'Shield and Spear' duo, with Karin being the best fighter in her grade and Yuzu being the better support.
"But he reminds me so much of Ichigo at his age~!" Masaki whined as the captain pried himself free.
"I'm a few decades older than you Mrs. Kurosaki." He grumbled, wishing for Ichigo or even Isshin to return.
"Yo, Toshi." Karin called out, giving him a window to keep away from the mother. "Since dad and bro aren't here yet, you mind helping me out with some of these spells?" She requested, making Toshiro give silent thanks as he began to tutor her in the healing kido she was struggling with. Masaki looked at the two and smirked to herself before heading into the kitchen, where Yuzu was getting dinner ready.
"Hey mom! Are you helping? I thought today was my day to cook." Yuzu asked while stirring a pot as Masaki came by and started cutting up veggies.
"It is, but I thought I might give them some alone time." The Quincy said with a smile, prompting Yuzu to look at the two for a few seconds.
"They certainly look cute together don't they?" The girl responded with a smile as they returned to cooking. Hours later, Isshin returned.
"Hey girls. Toshiro." He greeted as he came in. He was a little surprised to see his daughter and former third seat sitting so close together, but he knew the two to make smart decisions. "Masaki, I assume you know?" He asked as his wife came in the room.
"I'm aware. Less than pleased, but I understand." She said with a slightly strained smile. This would be for the best, but she wanted more time with her family. Dinner was being set out at the table, Toshiro feeling like he was imposing a little, when Ichigo finally came home.
"This has been an odd couple of days." He remarked as he came in.
"What's wrong with being a man and romancing the ladies of your life!" Isshin jovially cheered, proud of his 'man among men' son. "What I can't wait for is all the grandkids you'll be gi-" Masaki interrupted with a Blut enhanced chop to his head.
"He still has those days." She sighed, dragging her husband to the table. Ichigo noticed Toshiro, more specifically that he was sitting next to his younger sister, and felt his protective older brother instinct kick in. He didn't act on it because at this point, he might cripple the young captain. Dinner went by quickly and Ichigo finally asked why Toshiro was there, feeling concerned when his father became more serious as well.
"Ichigo, you're doing fine in your classes." Isshin said, looking at his son. "Ryuken and I agree that you've been able to keep your grades up, even with the training. But with the war against the Arrancar coming, at any point, we feel it's time to kick up your training." He held out his hand and gave the most shocking statement Ichigo heard from him in years. "Turn in your Lieutenant's Badge." Ichigo gasped in shock as Toshiro stood up and gave Ichigo an envelope. He numbly opened the letter and saw the orders inside. "Ichigo Kurosaki, to continue your training under Captain Commander Genryusai Yamamoto, you are being transferred to Squad One."
(Illustrated Guide to Soul Reapers)
Captain's return: Rose
"Ah, so nice to be back in my old captain's quarters." Rose said with a nostalgic sigh. He was about to start cleaning to get his old quarters back up to his standard when he noticed a Kido barrier on the far wall. "What's this?" He asked, dispelling the barrier with ease. "Make sure this gets to the Captain Commander?" He read the writing on the letter. Deciding to get this to the Kido Corps to find any trace of foul play, he prepared to head off. That very same instant, a tune very reminiscent of 'Pop goes the Weasel' began to play. "What the-?" He said before a massive fox head shot at him with a bunch of confetti.
Captain's return: Shinji
"Thank you again for coming, I just want to be sure all the evil is gone." Shinji said to Sora, dressed in his business suit, looking all kinds of confused.
"I thought I was hired to do an exorcism." Sora said, wondering why he was dragged to Soul Society after accepting an ad request to perform said exorcism.
"Cleanse this place of the evils!" Shinji yelled, not at him but to the heavens of the... heavens.
"You're a Shinigami, you fight corrupted souls." Sora tried to point out.
"Begone demon!"
"Are you paying attention!?"
Captain's return: Kensei
"I am forced into exile for a whole damn century." Kensei growled, looking at his assembled squad members. "My unit was filled with competent soldiers, now it just has a bunch of weaklings! Get back to your laps until I'm satisfied!" He yelled, making them return to running laps. The reason for his anger was that none of them lasted two minutes against Mashiro, who was treating it like a game. "And sing! Mama and Papa were laying in bed!"
"Mama and Papa were laying in bed!" They sang out.
"Mama rolled over and this is what she said!" (I think you know where this is going.)
Captain's return: Love
"Troops. This is your first, and most important assignment." He told his assembled officers. "You are all to do my paperwork until I finish organizing my manga!" He declare, gesturing to the massive pile of books in his bedroom. Amagai, Ganju, and Kibune promptly face vaulted.