You were a relatively new Soul Reaper living in the heart of Soul Society. Despite your recent arrival here, you were gifted with a very sizeable and notable amount of Spiritual Power. And to further add, you had an unusually magnificent control over your spiritual pressure. This in turn drew heads of many of the strongest Soul Reapers.

One evening, with the sun hanging low over Soul Society, you had neared the barracks of the 5th Division, your destination for today. Walking through the barracks and onto the main building, you stopped at a door, which leads to the room of the captain of the 5th Division — Sōsuke Aizen.

— Why hello there, young soul. His words were kind, and mellow. They were somewhat relaxive.

— I am glad you were able to make it here. Now please, take a seat.

He extends his hand out towards a chair, standing a short distance from his desk.

— You've turned many heads already here in Soul Society. Including mine.

His tone remained the same. But eventually, he leans forwards on his desk, his arms flat horizontally, and his eyes seemingly piercing into your very soul.

— So, I was hoping you would accept my invitation, and work right under my wing here in the 5th division. He says monotoned.

— Of course, it is up to you to decide. Though, perhaps it will be more efficient, staying close under my eyes. I wouldn't want to lose an opportunity of a Soul Reaper with a potential of your caliber.