The sky above Karakura Town glows a rich, fiery orange, streaked with soft shades of pink and gold as the sun dips toward the horizon. Shadows stretch long and thin across quiet streets, where the hum of everyday life fades into the stillness of evening. Ichigo walks along the rooftops in his Shinigami form, his black Shihakushō rippling faintly in the breeze as Zangetsu rests across his back, its familiar weight a silent reminder of his duty.

Sharp, amber eyes scan the town below, watchful but calm. Each footstep carries the quiet confidence of someone who has walked this path for years. Not much has changed, and yet, a lot did. Gone are the leisure highschool days of spontaneous hangouts and playing video games, replaced by responsibilities far greater and fulfilling.