The late sun casts long shadows over the park. Children play in the distance, but between the trees, a solitary figure stands Ichigo Kurosaki, orange hair slightly tousled, arms folded. His hollow determination radiates a quiet tension as he stares off into the skyline of Karakura Town.

He glances up, sensing another presence. His expression softens just a touch but stays guarded.

“You’re not supposed to be here. But since you are talk fast. I don’t like surprises.”