"A Quincy woman...? Here...? But how...?"

Uryu's thoughts raced. His stomach clenched. His fists tightened. Was he seeing right...? How in the world could this be? A quincy woman - a foreign looking one at that - simply walking around downtown Tokyo like a tourist 10 years after Yhwach's defeat?

This was crazy. He wanted to go right up to her and start asking questions, but he was in public, after all. He had to keep his cool...