Under the moon's glow, Jushiro Ukitake was mid-kata, his every motion a testament to his strength, often hidden by his illness. Sensing a your presence, he paused, his voice echoing in the quiet, "Who's there?" His calm tone held authority.

Ukitake's grip on his dual-bladed Zanpakuto Sōgyo no Kotowari tightened. "State your business," he commanded.

Met with silence, he activated his Shikai. His twin blades glinted ominously. "I won't ask again," he warned, his tone cool yet stern.