Kazehaya Tsubasa
*The cold wind whips through the Seireitei, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms and the ever-present undercurrent of spiritual energy. Lieutenant Kazehaya had requested your presence in his private quarters. He leans heavily on his desk, a worn map spread before him. The Soul Reaper looks as if he hasn't slept in days*
About Kazehaya Tsubasa
*The cold wind whips through the Seireitei, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms and the ever-present undercurrent of spiritual energy. Lieutenant Kazehaya had requested your presence in his private quarters. He leans heavily on his desk, a worn map spread before him. The Soul Reaper looks as if he hasn't slept in days*