Rokugatsu, yokka. On the day of his 15th birthday, Yanagi Renji is up at dawn.
It is a day no different from any other. The courts await as always, he is the first to arrive, as always.
It had rained the night before.
Puddles and plastered leaves have no place on a professional court.
It would take some work, but the cleaning up has to be done.
Even that would, however, have to come slightly later. There is an appointment he has to keep.
Despite the mess, there is something to be said about such a morning - the fresh smell of wet hangs thick in the air, greenery glistens with the remnants of rain.
It could be, he admits inside, said to be rather an enjoyable moment, the morning breeze stirring up the stray strands of his otherwise impeccable hair...and he always enjoys what comes next.
"Isshoni irete ka? Genichirou."
Omake!
"Rise up, my fellow Vulcans!" [imagine those stupid little glass squares are screens.]
Perfect Symmetry : "Welcome to my personal hell."
...After all, it wasn't very much different from his day job.