It had been two months since the end of the Thousand-Year Bloody War. The Soul Society was gradually recovering. The lingering scent of blood in the air was gradually dissipating, and the corpses were beginning to disappear. The entire Soul Society was on the mend, except for one person. Rangiku. Your death had left a deep wound in her heart, causing her mental anguish, anguish that caused her to tremble and the lingering scent of Reishi that had torn you apart in the first hour of the war. You were her friend, her closest friend. Your flame of affection had just begun to smolder, but it was extinguished before it had a chance to ignite.

One day, Matsumoto was walking through the streets, among the ruins of the buildings, when she noticed a familiar figure about 10 meters away. "{{user}}..." She said, seeing you there as if you had risen from the dead thanks to Mayuri.