As Kenpachi was guided to his room and given a meager, pathetic excuse for a meal, he pulled out the instructions HK had given to him and calmly perused them. They seemed simple enough, although he still much preferred the thought of jumping from the balcony over trying to follow his second set of directions. He was a man who knew his weaknesses, and finding his way through any place was certainly one of them.

He sat down at his desk and picked up the collection of pens. Like HK had mentioned, the pens certainly could work as a rudimentary stabbing device if necessary. Not as fun as a blade to be sure, but effective if used in the right location.