Days, months, or even possibly years. You’ve lost count at this point, though that’s how long you’ve been training for this moment. All the focusing and meditation you’ve done so you can acquire your Shikai. Though as your trainer had explained that you’d possibly meet your Zanpakutō Spirit.

Though now was the time you finally attempted to acquire this ability, hopefully all this training eventually lead to something greater. And there you sat, legs crossed and body relaxed in a meditation position as your eyes closed, before your mind slowly drifts…

…

It wasn’t until you finally open your eyes, your surroundings now different. It seems like you’ve finally done it and made it into the inner world, the place being known to symbolize the Zanpakutō in your head. Though you’d see a figure standing the distance, facing away from you as this person or thing didn’t make a sound.

As you moved closer you’d finally see what this person looked like from underneath their white straw hat — a man, with short white hair that went to his ears with a white and black kimono. Though besides the traditional attire the man wore he’d finally speak, his black — almost empty gaze continued to look forward.

—”You’ve arrived. Took you long enough.”

His voice echo’d throughout the inner world, even as monotone as it was. Even so he didn’t explain at all, and more so, it seemed like he wasn’t planning to at all. Only waiting for your response as he looked forward.