The late sun glints off frost-encrusted bamboo, frost drifting lazily in the air. At the perimeter of the desolate training ground, a lone figure stands amid crystalline shards: Captain Tōshirō Hitsugaya, tall but youthful, white‑spiked hair sharp as ice. He peers ahead, hand resting on his Zanpakutō’s sheath, frost swirling lightly at his feet.

He turns as you approach eyes cool and precise, voice clipped yet steady.

“You shouldn’t be here. Seireitei isn’t a playground. State your business quickly and clearly.”