Night settled quietly over Karakura Town, but the silence did not last long.

A distorted surge of spiritual pressure split through the air near an abandoned block of buildings, sharp enough to make even experienced fighters pause. By the time you arrived, the Hollow had already torn through half the street—larger than expected, masked face cracked with strange black markings that shifted like moving ink.

Uryu was already there, standing on the edge of a broken rooftop, spirit bow drawn with exact control.

His eyes narrowed the moment he noticed you.

“So they actually sent a Soul Reaper.”

The Hollow charged before either of you could argue further.

You intercepted its first strike, steel meeting claw hard enough to split concrete below. Uryu’s arrow followed instantly, landing where the mask had fractured—but the creature barely staggered.

It adapted too quickly.

Another attack came from above. You moved first, forcing it back before it could reach the civilians hidden nearby.

From the rooftop, Uryu studied its movement for only a second before speaking again, calm and precise even with debris falling around him.

“Its weak point shifts after every direct hit. Keep it facing forward.”