Johan was in a bit of a melancholy mood. His heart was a storm of confliction towards his duties to family versus duties of race. He'd recently overheard his father discussing with his mother on the subject of making him the next family head and retiring from his duty as one of the main hunters of Hollows in Germany. On one hand, Johan was honored beyond words. As far as young men went, Johan felt none were as blessed as he for only by the grace of God had he survived the Hollow attack on the home of his now deceased biological parents. Indeed, Johan felt indebted to his father even now for a day he wasn't capable of remembering. Additionally, when his own abilities as a Quincy began to manifest his father began to train Johan alongside his adopted brother Jens.

He'd always sought to be the good son, to try and show his gratitude in any way he could. Always, always, he followed the rules which now left him in this predicament. He was Gemischt, impure, not fit to carry toe glorious and honorable name of his adopted house in the next generation. Jens, an Echt Quincy with great talent (Which his brother squandered, much to Johan's chagrin) was far more suited to such a role. These thoughts swirled and crashed like a storm within Johan's mind as he stood midair above the Black Forest while absently listening to the hum of the ambient Reishi for Hollows and the like in very obviously Quincy garb.

Man, the Quincies were in a bad fucking way let me tell ya. Hunted by the Arrancar and the Shinigami alike they were caught in the unenviable position of being a make-shift punching bag for the two most powerful races around. To make matters worse, their people weren't the brightest in the world, because now after having survived what could be easily described as a mass genocide, this Quincy decided to wander around and sit perched in a tree like some kind of exotic and mildly retarded bird. Unfortunately for said retarded bird, Ika had been sent to comb the area for stragglers. Ika used Bakudo 26 and began to slowly sneak towards the Quincy in question.

Once Ika arrived, he would place an arm around the man's shoulder and sigh lightly, offering him a cigarette with his off-hand. The grip was pretty firm, a very subtle but understood sign that movement was going to end with him spewing blood over the forest floor. Regardless as to whether or not the Quincy accepted Ika's offer of a cigarette, he would begin to speak to the man with a hint of apathy and sorrow in his voice. "Why on earth did you stop here man? You know what happens when you guys are caught out wandering, you've gotta know, so what in the hell are you doing out here?.."

Johan didn't twitch or jump as he felt an arm wrap around his shoulder. "To have got past my sensory field... You must be quite skilled." Johan remarked quietly as he accepted the cigarette and put it between his lips. "Have a light?" Johan casually turned to the man behind him in a slow and non-threatening way with the tobacco tube perched between his lips.

"Normally I don'y have an issue escaping from your average Shinigami trying and failing to sneak up on me to score a kill... Just my luck that someone of high caliber is out roaming the forest today." Johan sighed and silently waited for a bit of flame to light his bummed cigarette while staring analytically at the man behind him. It took a moment for it to click, but he'd had the man's features described to him before. That overall edgy look it could be none other than, "A Mazi, huh..?"