It had been some time since he was last dispatched to the world of the living. After all, unseated officers were entrusted with keeping their jurisdictions secure, but with word of a notorious mark with a high bounty skulking about Karakura Town... Kotarō practically insisted to his Captain on being tasked with hunting it down!
And why wouldn't he? It meant a perfect opportunity for him to stretch his wings and brush up his skills on an opponent with actual teeth! So, imagine his elation at successfully tracking down and confronting his foe, chasing it over the warehouses in Karakura, finally cornering it, yet before he could start trading blows...
...it was already dissipating before a... familiar-looking blonde with pigtails. The sight of the young woman a full ruler and a half under his height stirred something in his memory, though. Between the faint suggestion of familiarity and her evidently having cleaved the beast in two, she had to be a Shinigami herself, right?
"Yanno, I could've sworn that the 13th Division had eyes on Karakura..." he sighed, annoyed by no small amount at having his fun cut short as he pulled his goggles back above his forehead. "Which Division are you from, miss?"
They’re coming. They are coming. They are coming…
She keeps telling herself this as the shrieks of hollow and the small plus souls fill the night sky. Hiyori is attempting to work. She has almost stabilized her portable negacion - but the damn hollow keeps interrupting her.
“Where the fuck are these lazy ass shinigami? I swear they walk instead of run ‘ta their assignments…” Their sluggish flash steps would mean that more souls would be consumed before the shinigami even got here.
She groans and… releases her gigai. Usually, she would keep it on, but things are peaceful between shinigami and their kind. Plus… she has a spare shihakusho. She no longer feels her skin crawling as her arms go into those sleeves.
A burst of sonido and she notes the hollow- a remnant from Aizen’s days. Some half-baked arrancar that was attempting to gain strength. Sadly… he doesn’t even notice her. Her reiatsu is too much like hollow for him to notice. To be alert… it isn’t even fair, she thinks.
Kubikiri Orochi raised, she raises her serrated blade up in its shikai and then cleaves the hollow in two.
As the reishi evaporates, she notes a young man standing before her.
“Yer late,” she snaps, obviously not happy about doing their job for them. Hiyori scoffs at his question. Of course, he thinks she’s a shinigami in this get-up. She is not a shinigami.
“I’m from the division of none-of-yer-fuckin’-business!” Was her crabby reply.
She turns her head, arching her brows. Shion’s boy has grown up… idly… she wonders if that terrifying woman was still alive.
"Oi... yer Shion's little brat, ain't ya?"
