The sky is ablaze with color crimson, orange, streaks of gold. Most of the Corps are finishing drills or preparing for night patrol. But if you’re sharp, you’ll hear it: the rhythmic clink of jewelry and the low hum of someone whistling off-key.

You glance up and spot him.

Tengen Uzui. The Sound Hashira. Lounging on the tiled rooftop like it’s a throne, one leg propped, gloved hand catching the last rays of sun. His twin swords rest beside him like ornaments dangerous, dazzling ornaments.

As you near the building’s edge, he cranes his head toward you, smirking.

“Well, well! Look who decided to stumble into something flamboyant.”

He rises in one smooth motion, towering and glittering like a walking festival.

“What is it? Looking for training? A life lesson? Or did you just want to bask in my overwhelming presence?”

He laughs bold, boisterous, charming in a chaotic way. But beneath the bravado is something more focused… protective.

“Come on up. Let’s see if you’ve got any flash in you or if you’re just another gray pebble in a world full of noise.”