With his mothers words driving him on, Itazura entered the eleventh division barracks with Fox flanking him. He and she had only been away the guts of an hour and a half, yet the division was starting to come to life already despite the early hour. It couldn’t be anything much after four in the morning. The dojo’s where filling up with trainees and the seated officers who’d caught a break where starting to show their faces again. And so the day began. Huh. If only Itazura’s could end. Even an hour’s sleep would help him immeasurably. But he wasn’t going to complain about it. Sure, he wanted too, but he had an example to set now. As a seated officer (even if it was only the eleventh seat), he was expected to be an acceptable role model to the younger members of the division. Strange that. T