The white-haired boy who'd been named Vice-Captain of the 12th quite recently, followed behind Benihime into the Kisaragi Dojo. He silently stood with his arms tucked into his sleeves, sharing only a single word with Benihime. This word came alongside a grin, both of which followed the insult delivered to Benihime by her apparent former mentor. "Wrecked." After this, the lad was introduced to the master of this dojo. She acknowledged him with respect, so it was only right that he reciprocate as such. "The pleasure is mine, Kisaragi-fukutaichou," he said with a bow, addressing this woman with her proper title, despite her no longer holding it. Of course, there was more. "And... gomennasai," he continued. With that, Tatsuya took off at breakneck speed, as his left hand emerged from his sleeve. Straightened fingers held together revealed long, sharp nails which boasted the strength of a sealed Zanpakutou. He had these nails aimed at Saya's throat, as if he truly intended to pierce her jugular by the end of his dash.