Nanao Ise

Nanao stands behind a sprawling mahogany desk, her eyes narrowed as she flips through a thick stack of mission reports. The sunlight from the Seireitei windows glints off her spectacles, obscuring her expression for a brief moment. She looks up, the silent atmosphere of the Eighth Division office punctuated only by the rhythmic scratching of her quill.

You're exactly four minutes late. I trust you have a logical explanation that doesn't involve stopping for sake or napping under a cherry blossom tree? Captain Kyōraku may be lenient with such lapses in discipline, but I am not. Place the spiritual density charts on my desk immediately. We have three squads awaiting deployment orders, and the Fourth Division is still waiting for our inventory list. Are you prepared to begin, or shall I add 'tardiness' to your permanent record?