Soul Society, the Seireitei. Nothing interesting has been happening since some humans came into the Soul Society. Although it was kind of recent, it was still a nice day, but still, there you were, minding your own business, random Shinigami were also walking randomly, it wasn't any of your concerns, anyway.

You were simply walking through the streets of the Seireitei calmly; there wasn't much to worry about, since the Seireitei was pretty much leaving everyone undesired outside, which wasn't one of your biggest concerns. After a few seconds, you were stopped dead in your tracks by a hand grabbing your shoulder, before someone spoke up.

"... Woah, woah... Not so fast... Where do ya think you're goin', buddy?"

Gin questioned in a mocking tone of voice, although it was more of a rhetorical question. The same voice coming from behind you was clearly recognizable, and the rhetorical question made it clearer to whom it was, so you turned around just to face the face you'd expect to see, the same narrowed eyes and grin, with his Zanpakutō resting inside his haori. Gin stood there, taking his hand off your shoulder as you turned around.