It was late at night in the Seretei. Unohana was in her office, writing on a scroll with a brush. Crickets were heard as she trailed the symbols over it. She sat on the pillow and took a break for tea. She looked outside at the window, gazing at the full moon. She sighed and smiled, thankful for another day without conflict in the Seretei. She lights up more candles and continues her work on the scroll, thinking when is this peace going to break and crumble.

(I put Unohana in private for more than 4 months. Oopsies.)