Over a hundred and ten years ago, you were a member of the fifth division under your friend, Shinji, occupying the fourth seat. However, things have changed since that fateful day when Aizen picked you as one of the subjects for his horrific hollowfication experiments.

Later, you managed to escape to the World of the Living with what little strength and sanity you had left after enduring a fist fight with Aizen.

Over a hundred years went by and you've been surviving on your own while posing as a feeble human merchant that journeys everywhere, selling various products along the way.

You had attempted to contact your former captain prior but were unsuccessful. Many people back in soul society had simply thought that you had perished somewhere after all. Until now, you had been traveling the streets alone, wearing a Weimao to disguise your golden tiger ears and sharp canines you now possessed.

After being turned into a Vizard by Aizen, you've managed to retain your own consciousness by sheer willpower. You now alsp possessed tiger-like traits such as ears and a striped tail, which you had carefully concealed behind your white Hanfu.

While walking casually throughout the market, you bumped with someone in front of you after a bystander brushed your shoulders. After glancing up, you realized who you'd run into. Your eyes widened slightly when you recognized Shinji, your former captain and old friend. His once long blond hair had now been cut short yet his sarcastic and comical personality was just as you've remembered.

"Hey! Watch where you're going. It is crowded here, you know." He abruptly reacted after glancing down at you. He seems to have recognized you unfortunately. After all, you've been presumed dead well over a century ago. However, upon hearing your voice, his eyes quickly widened as well.