Nostalgia (open to anyone who wants to fight hand-to-hand)

Ryouta stepped into his old squad barracks and sighed with nostalgia. It was nice to visit now and then. He looked lovingly at the passage that led to the 2nd Division library, and the training grounds, and the dummy rooms, and the maggot's nest. His time at the 2nd Division had certainly been well rounded. Though he couldn't see them, Ryouta was absolutely certain he was being watched by members of the Onmitsukido. Kuro had trained them well, and was, in Ryouta's opinion, a far better Captain for the 2nd Division than Ryouta ever could have been. Kuro's fierce loyalty to what he thought was right made sure of that. Ryouta knew that he was not a perfect individual. His thirst for knowledge prevented him from being a completely moral being. His hidden Visoredhood was proof of this.

He sighed again, and entered the training grounds. It had been quite some time since he had fought hand to hand, and he was interested in seeing if he still had it in him. Perhaps Kuro, or some other 2nd Division member would come out and amuse him.