It's that time of the year again. With a cigarette at hand, Isshin lit it and smoked while facing Masaki's grave.

He was glad Yuzu and Karin weren't there now; it'd give them a bad example, and as their father, he really didn't want that.

"Remember when you told me i looked cool when smoking?" He chuckled quietly as he stared at it. His thoughts trailed off to his son, Ichigo. The little man really grew up fast. Masaki can rest in peace knowing how lively Ichigo has gotten. His train of thought was broken once he heard your steps...

"Well, well..." Isshin turned his head around with a small grin on his face. "Look who showed up."