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How long had be been watching this particular orange-haired kid?  Probably too long in some people’s opinions.  They’d be right, sure.  Keeping his reiatsu at a low, he was hoping the substitute didn’t have much to him as far as his sensing capabilities went.  It wouldn’t make this as fun.  A sly smile to his features as the ex-captain kept himself high up as to avoid any sight from passerbys.  He had always enjoyed watching over the city to see the different people of all over either interact or ... possibly stir trouble.  One reason why he was keeping hidden as he was.  He was in the middle of watching when he spotted the boy.

As fun as this was, it was time to actually have some fun.  Vanishing from his rooftop, the ex-captain would place himself behind Ichigo, hands ducked inside opposite sleeves.

“You could at least look a little grateful when I’m giving you food!”

Someone experienced with a sword?  That was all Itachi could wonder as he saw the orange-haired male with a wooden one with him.  Not exactly a pleasant thing for one to be carrying in a city like this.  He knew the feeling all too well, but the Uchiha made do.  He just wondered how this guy was getting along.

Rebecca had never been to any kind of school. What she knew, she had learned from Professor Weisz, or at least, the older Professor. So when she found out that the city had an education system, she was more than a little tempted. After all, she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

A new kind of adventure, that was what she told herself. 

It was in the same district where she had been housed, so in theory, she had nothing to lose by taking a wander about the campus and seeing just what subjects were on offer. 

“Isn’t this cool, Happy? Imagine the views we would get if we made a video about this! A school from millions of years ago!”

A million years may have been pushing it a little, but to say Spirale was behind on her times was putting it mildly. 

Not receiving an answer, the blonde looked to the ground beside her, stopping when she remembered that her constant companion was not longer with her any more. 

     Today had been another long day spent training in the Bamboo Grove, a typical routine for the former Reaper. This city has proven over and over that he can’t allow himself to get rusty in the slightest. Having his powers diminished is no excuse for him to sit idly by, knowing that another disaster may overcome the island. This is the life he’s stuck with now... whether he wants it or not. And so long as he’s breathing, Ragna’s determination to protect will stay strong.

     The warrior was making his way through Little Tokyo on his way back home, but his path had been cut off by a handful of high school students; and it seems like the two bigger ones were trying to shake down the weaker pair for someone, though he couldn’t make out what that would be. His first thought is to try and break it up, even if it was none of his business... Not exactly what he had in mind when it came to protecting others. But even so, the duo threatening the other students look like they might get seriously violent if left alone...

     However, it turns out Ragna won’t have to lift a finger; an orange haired youth just walked up from the side and kicked one of the aggressors in the back, knocking him against a wall and even leaving a few cracks in it-- ouch. It was enough of a distraction for the teen to bark out orders, telling the weaker teens to make a break for it. The two did just that, while the remaining delinquent tried to punch out the newcomer. That didn’t go so well though, and another hard kick sent the attacker over to Ragna’s direction. But rather that let the youth crash against his body, the Reaper grabbed the back of the teen’s collar and kept him in place, now looking ahead at the kid doing his job for him. It was hard to hold back a grin, yet Ragna managed to maintain a straight face as he spoke up.

   There are a number of interesting things about this orange-haired stranger’s appearance, but what seems to catch his eye most is the weapon he carries. 

It certainly looks like a sword, although it is... wooden, which Gonta would tentatively assume is on the ineffective side. He doesn’t know all that much about weaponry, but one thing he does know is something he’s more than willing to share.

Skeith. You ever realize how much of a connection you have with something until its wrenched out of you without your knowledge. It was different from when he thought of it as just a source of power, a weapon to use for his own selfish goals- it became more than that. Understanding what it means to protect someone and take back that part of him that a violent AI ripped away so readily just because he said no and fragmented a 10 year old’s memories so long ago.

Skeith was as every part Haseo as Ryou Misaki was, and that faded name too. And that knowledge ended with some days where he felt empty without his Avatar. 

                         “HOW FASCINATING, YOU CAN SEE ME? You must be quite lucky AND gifted for a lowly human! And so young, too!” Sulfur yellow eyes narrow as the rather tall, imposing figure shifts slowly within the shadows before unclasping a hand and extending it out to Ichigo, three fingers lifted. “Well, it’s one thing to SEE but how —— clearly can your special, perceptive eyes see? How many fingers am I holding up? I’m dying to know, really.” It’s unfortunately in the EGO of nearly every Mahjarrat to cast an indifferent but wary look to humans in general, but Sliske has always had a curious and amicable eye for some.