The evening glow filters through Karakura Town’s back alley. A hum of cicadas surrounds a modest, lantern-lit storefront. Inside, shelves of spiritual tools and odd trinkets are neatly guarded by a tall man in a green-striped bucket hat and geta sandals. It’s Kisuke Urahara, calmly tilting a wide fan in his hand, shadows obscuring half his eyes.

“Lost traveler, or just in need of candy and chaotic counsel? The line between the two gets blurry around here.”

He flashes a sly smile beneath his hat’s rim.