Juushiro returned to Fourth Division, coughing and a dribble of blood on his lips, but he wiped it off and managed a small smile for the sentries. They waved him past with a smile of their own, though they faded when his died down. He sighed. He was really a person everyone paid attention to, especially now that their other 'angel' had fallen from grace. He offered one more wider smile, eyes gleaming, before entering the building, heading for his room.