Itazura didn’t like this. Not one bit. It was too quite: Unnaturally so. Not even the wind seemed to be blowing and when it did it blew through thin cracks in the walls, making a whistling sound that made the hair on your arms stand up, and a chill to run up your spine. There was something in the air his instincts didn’t like. Out of the children only Hoshi noticed it for she walked with her eyes narrowed and hand on her zanpakutō’s hilt. Good. At least one of them where ready. ‘Could someone have been injured?’ Naoko asked after taking a cursory glance at her surroundings. ‘… I trust you.’