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Karakura Town, night.
On the rooftops of the city, a petite figure in the standard black Shinigami shihakushō leapt swiftly from building to building. Her black hair was tied neatly, her expression sharp.
"The order pointed here. The spiritual pressure in this area is strange."
Kuchiki Rukia pulled out her Soul Pager, the standard communication device for patrol Shinigami dispatched to the Human World. The device, resembling a human mobile phone, linked directly to the Soul Society's Technology Developnt Bureau. It detected Hollow activity, tracked wandering souls, and allowed long-range communication with other assigned Shinigami.
Her senses locked onto a residential sector. With a flash of shunpo, she vanished toward the source.
Following a hell butterfly, she slipped into Kurosaki Ichigo's bedroom. Perched on the desk, she scanned the room, hand resting lightly on the hilt of her Zanpakutō as she tried to pinpoint the Hollow's location.
On the bed, Kurosaki Ichigo, still in his Karakura High uniform, bolted upright. "Oi, you—what are you doing in my room?"
Rukia ignored him, still gauging the waves of Reiatsu. Her silence unsettled him further.
"Hey! I'm talking to you! Who the hell are you?" Ichigo backed against the wall, wide-eyed, convinced she was about to draw her sword on him.
"Very close," Rukia murmured, narrowing her gaze. Sothing was interfering with her perception.
"What's close? Are you crazy?!" Ichigo yelled, frustration and nerves rising. He lunged forward, kicked her off the desk, and flicked on the light. "Who the hell are you?"
Caught off guard, Rukia hit the floor with a thud. She stared up at him, stunned. "Impossible… you can see ?"
Ordinary humans couldn't perceive Shinigami at all.
"I don't get what you're babbling about," Ichigo shot back, still glaring.
Their commotion drew the attention of Kurosaki Isshin, who slid the door open, muttering complaints. Father and son exchanged their usual rowdy blows until Ichigo hurled Isshin out and slamd the door. Breathing hard, Ichigo turned back to Rukia.
Isshin lingered for a mont outside, his gaze sharp despite the clownish scuffle. He caught sight of Rukia's shihakushō. His voice dropped, almost nostalgic. "A Shinigami… from the Thirteenth Division." Then he walked quietly downstairs.
Inside, Rukia began to explain the existence of Shinigami, Hollows, and wandering souls.
Ichigo listened, skeptical. "I admit you're not normal, but claiming you're a Shinigami? That's ridiculous."
Her brow twitched. "Ridiculous? Insolent child. Bakudō #1: Sai!"
A thread of spiritual energy snapped from her fingertip, and Ichigo dropped instantly, arms locked behind his back, knees hitting the floor.
"W-what the hell?! I can't move!" Ichigo shouted in pain.
"That is Kidō. And don't call a brat. In terms of years, I'm ten tis your age," Rukia said coldly, looming above him.
Before he could retort, she drew her Zanpakutō. Ichigo froze, thinking she was about to cut him down. But instead, she pressed the hilt to the forehead of a lingering soul hovering nearby.
Light engulfed the spirit. Its form dissolved peacefully into a hell butterfly that drifted out through the window.
Ichigo blinked, stunned. "Where… did he go?"
"That was konsō—soul burial. I sent him to Soul Society. In your terms, he's passed on." Rukia sheathed her blade.
Seeing a human capable of perceiving her filled her with an odd excitent. She explained further, describing the distinction between wandering souls and Hollows.
But their lesson ended abruptly with a scream from downstairs.
"That's—Yuzu! Karin!" Ichigo's face went pale.
Rukia sensed it too. "A Hollow!" She rushed to the door, hand on her sword.
Ichigo staggered to his feet, straining against Sai's binding. "Wait! Let through!"
"Stay back! You can't handle this!" Rukia snapped, already descending the stairs.
The walls rattled as the Hollow burst into view—towering nearly ten ters tall, mask bone-white with crimson markings, a gaping maw. In its claw, Kurosaki Natsuri struggled, screaming.
"Natsuri!" Ichigo roared, spiritual pressure surging uncontrollably. With a shout, he shattered the bindings of Sai through sheer will and power.
Rukia's eyes widened. "A human broke free of Kidō?"
Ichigo grabbed the nearest chair and charged the Hollow with reckless determination.
On a rooftop across the street, Urahara Kisuke watched from beneath the shadow of his striped bucket hat, fan fluttering idly. "How interesting…"
"Peeping again, Mr. Urahara?" Shiraha appeared silently beside him, smiling faintly.
Urahara blinked in genuine surprise. He hadn't sensed Shiraha's arrival at all. "Shiraha. When did you slip into this world?"
"Just now. I ca through the Kuchiki family's senkaimon, then used my spell Cang to teleport here directly." Shiraha's tone was light, but his presence carried quiet weight.
"I see. You rushed over because you knew Miss Kuchiki was dispatched here, didn't you?" Urahara's eyes crinkled as he fanned the night air. "That Hollow's just a Gillian-class, but for her, it's a tough match. Aren't you going to step in?"
Shiraha's gaze followed the fight, his expression unreadable. "Fishbone D. A lowly Hollow. For Rukia, it's manageable."
He folded his arms and watched in silence.
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