Deadliest Catch

A lone Shinigami stands his ground amidst the hexagonal stage of the Underground Assembly Hall, the flow of a milky-white haori like a cape behind him indicating his authority as a captain among the Thirteen Court Guard Squadrons. In his respect of his superiors, whom had professed the longing of keeping their identities a secret through the use of large plaques situated before each of their faces, he kept his gaze low, daring not to exploit so much as a breadth of disarray.

"Izari Kenshiko, if I recall," one spoke out, "yes, you have proven yourself through your many obligations at our behest as a member of the Onmitsukidō, and then some following your promotion to the role of a Captain; namely it is your extermination of former Eleventh Division Captain,, that has intrigued us to once more request your talents in service.

"As I am sure you are aware, the previous Captain of the Fourth Division, Rikuri Ukitake, was tried for misconduct some time ago, and as a result, has faced exilement from the Seireitei. This has left the Soul Society in a bit of a crisis; for, without a leader capable of fulfilling medical obligations, our ranks are left hindered, the wounded virtually left uncared for.

"This is, in short, why we have summoned you here, now: it shall be your duty from this moment onwards to find a soul capable of leading over the Fourth Division. You are mandated to explore the full extents of the Rukongai during your endeavors, however, do so knowing that you are being watched but always, with our many platoons of surveillance instigated about every inch of every district.

"Have you any objections, Captain?"

"Nay, only a single request, if I may."

There was a long silence. "And what might this 'request' of yours be, exactly?"

Raising his head some, a grin could be seen playing along Izari's chasmed lips. "That you bestow upon me the authority to see for myself just how truly 'capable' the souls I find are of being a Captain."