Humans screamed and ran to and fro as explosions echoed through the usually-peaceful streets of Karakura's shopping district. For those few who were spiritually aware, they would notice an unholy howling in the air as a Hollow raged through the streets, following the poor soul of a young girl who had been hit by a car several days earlier.

A young man, perhaps in his early to mid-twenties, sighed as he stepped out of a shop into the chaos. He wore mostly black - nice shoes, slacks and a button-down shirt with the first few buttons undone to show the top of a well-muscled chest, marred only by a single scar. Impossibly-blue eyes flashed behind a pair of black and gold glasses as he noticed what was happening, and in a flash he disappeared from sight, reappearing behind the Hollow with a gorgeous silver longsword drawn, an impassive look on his face as he watched the beast disappear, sipping from a mint shake that he had bought before this annoyance had occurred. Letting his beloved sword dissipate, he walked over to the child who was being attacked not a minute before and squatted in front of her, a strange ring flashing on his left index finger as he lifted the hand to take another drink. "Everything okay, little one?"

His voice was deep, and an almost-unnatural amount of reiatsu settled around the area like a thick blanket as she gave the affirmative and skipped away. Standing back up, the man let a small smile crack his façade for a moment. He was glad he'd been reborn, if it meant the opportunity to protect once again. That being said...

He glanced around the now-empty area, frowning slightly. "I'm sure I wasn't the only one to pick up on what was happening, and if I was that's slightly depressing. Is anyone there?"

Inclining his head politely and snorting slightly at the now-named Chihiro's joke, the man was about to introduce himself when the young woman pointed out that there was another Hollow behind him, just in time for him to turn and see it begin to strike. His eyes began to glow an ethereal blue as lines of the same flowed from his scar, one of them coming up his face. Just as the snake-like being was about to sink it's teeth into his neck, he'd disappear, rematerializing next to it with his foot crashing down on it's skull, pinning it to the ground as his sword formed once more. Flipping it in his hand, he'd stab downward in a practiced motion, straight through the Hollow's heart and into the concrete beneath it. Turning back to Chihiro as the creature dissipated, he'd have an apologetic look on his face as he spoke with a slight northern Norwegian accent, his eyes no longer glowing while the rest of the energy seemed to stay active. "My apologies, Ms. Shizuma. I admittedly have zero ability to sense anything beyond my own power. Unfortunately, I seem to have lost the edge I had in my last life. I am Sigurd Fafnirsbane, although I've been using Volsung as my surname since being reborn. It's a pleasure to meet you."

While admittedly it was strange for someone to speak of the cycle of death and rebirth so casually, or even to remember their past life, it wasn't necessarily the weirdest thing to happen in the world. Taking another sip of his mint shake, Sigurd would grab the hilt of his sword and pull it from the ground effortlessly, as if the concrete wasn't even present. "I hope you don't mind my asking, but what brings you to Karakura Town? It seems to be a spiritual hotspot, and there are no shortage of Hollows or Shinigami."

Letting the energy flowing through his body cool down, returning the skin to normal, Sigurd snorted and rolled his eyes at Chihiro's statements. Gram dissipated into particles, waiting for his call once more, as the demigod took another drink of his shake while chuckling. [color:064e=0099ff]"Well, I guess that's as good a reason as any, and please, believe me when I say that I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. Something strikes me as odd, however. You say you are searching for strong humans, and yet what do you intend for them once they are found?"

Sigurd...wasn't necessarily the trusting type. He knew this, and he had good reason not to be. He'd had his memories erased, and accidentally betrayed his beloved in a series of events that led to his death. After that, he'd spent the last two millennia and change in the afterlife absolutely TANKED in an attempt to forget.

Spoiler alert: It didn't work, and he has trust issues because of it.

Sitting down across from Chihiro, the man sipped on his shake as he pondered the woman's reasoning. It was fair, all things considered, and he had no qualms about training or helping others. Sighing, he'd set his drink down and lean forward, cracking a smirk as he did, his voice tinted with a hint of amusement. "Well, I'm not going to lie and say I'm not interested in keeping others safe. For all the gifts I have been given, it seems that the greatest have been those given also to my Haví, or those he himself treasures. Mikit eitt skala manni gefa, opt kaupir sér í lítlu lof: með hálfum hleifi ok með höllu keri, fekk ek mér félaga. A kind word need not cost much, the price of praise can be cheap: With half a loaf and an empty cup, I found myself a friend. Wise words, wouldn't you think?"

As he finished, he pulled something wrapped out of his pocket, and open it to reveal half of a croissant that had clearly been torn off carefully.
Blue eyes twinkling playfully, the old Norseman proffered the treat. "Care for the rest? It was fresh this morning, and I felt like I needed to save it for some reason or another."

Chuckling along with Chihiro, Sigurd's face sobered into something almost predatory as he finished his shake and stood up to follow the woman. While she seemed to attempt to dissuade the Hollow from doing it's thing before walking up to the top of a skyscraper, the Norseman held no such illusions. Hollows were something he understood well. Instinctual, with a drive to live and grow stronger, things any warrior should value. Building up the strength in his legs, the dragonslayer launched himself upwards and began running up the side of the building, reaching the top shortly after the redhead had. "So? I assume you sensed something interesting."

It was a fair assumption, as otherwise there would be no real reason to rush out to meet a Hollow if it weren't anything to be concerned with. As he questioned the woman, his silver longsword would form once more, the gold accents catching the light as he brought it to his shoulder lazily.