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The sliding of traditional bamboo doors fill the ears of Squad Six's Third Seat; a Hell Butterfly flutters about near her head as she steps forward. Kyura Shigaisen, clad in her uniquely-personalized uniform and white overcoat, enters into the light that floods the World of the Living. The Senkaimon Gate behind her fades from vision and removes its presence from the world upon her exit. As always, her Zanpakuto is fastened securely to her hip--however, her uniform pocket possesses another tool that may have to come in handy, if the situation calls for it. The Senkaimon Gate behind her fades from vision and removes its presence from the

Kyura's focused, emotionally-neutral eyes adjust rather quickly to the visual noise of bright signs, advertisements and street lights plastering several surfaces of her early-evening surroundings--Shinjuku Ward, as her own Captain had explained. Her sandals clap against the concrete of a high-rise rooftop as she moves to it's edge, looking out farther into the city as best she can through the almost daunting skyscrapers.

Speaking of the orders...

'The Captain was awfully vague about this assignment. It's not like her. Maybe there's some confidentiality reasons that regard the Vizards...?' Kyura can't seem to find any other logical explanation at the moment, failing to heal her uncertainty about this venture.

However, an assignment is an assignment, no matter how odd it may feel. Thinking like this on it any further would only send her down into a tinfoil-hat rabbit hole; she lightly shakes her head and brushes away her personal concerns.

A slight frown grows on Kyura's smooth lips. This unfamiliar environment is a double-edged sword...she can feel a slight headache coming on from all the lights, but at the very least, the Reiatsu in the air is much less prevalent than locales like Karakura Town.

'Less density in the air should make finding any disturbances relatively easy. And pinpointing Captain Kokoro's location...'

Out of routine wariness, the Acting Third Seat scans the streets below and the skies ahead and above, broadening her senses to pick up on any of the smallest fluctuations in spiritual pressure. Once the area's identified as clear, her mind shifts into what can only be described as a sentient radar. She advances forward, sprinting and leaping from building to cramped building, Hell Butterfly in tow.

Kokoro had been disrespected. That was the general gist of why he was here and that was why he was in no real hurry to leave. The fallout of the Captain Commanders death had been downright terrible, with not the least of his problems being the appointment of that bitch Lisola. Frankly, he was fed up with the whole ordeal, and so he'd taken off to Tokyo on his own to chase down the Vizards, and more importantly to get the fuck away from the regulations he'd had placed upon him in the Gotei. Agency was one of the things Doku had promised him as a Captain, and any change in stability that could lend itself towards a lack of personal agency was an affront that Kokoro simply couldn't stand for.

Kokoro's sensing wasn't perfect, but it was more than enough to sense a fucking Hell Butterfly in his vicinity. "I see I've got some unwanted company.." Kokoro stood up from the bench he was occupying and pocketed the French flag to his left. He took a large bite of a baguette he had somehow acquired and tossed it aside, making his way towards the Shinigami whom had no doubt been sent to retrieve him. Upon spotting them he would push them towards an alley and sneer. "Why are you tailing me, and who sent you here to die?"

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Only a few minutes have passed when the brick wall that is a certain Shinigami's Reiatsu slams into Kyura, crashing in long before she picks up on any words or movement. The Third Seat stops on the rooftop of a two-floor establishment--a restaurant or cafe of some kind, by the smells and sounds wafting from the ventilation exhausts and the street below.

'This has to be it. I haven't heard any other notices of Captain-level Shinigami out and about here...where to pinpoint him exactly, though?' Kyura steps up to the low rectangular wall outlining the roof's perimeter, putting a foot atop it's a corner; an alleyway rests on her left, with the street to her north and east. She peeks over into the darkened path first; nothing appears to be there, apart from garbage bags and dumpsters. A light exhale leaves her lips, and she turns her attention towards the street directly in front of the building's main entrance.

It takes her mind a second to recognize the sensation of falling throughout her entire body. No--there were forceful palms against her shoulders beforehand. She was pushed. Either way, Kyura only properly focuses up when the light around her dims to gradually match the darkness flooding the alley. Reflexes kick in; she manages to tilt herself in time and land back-first against a slanted dumpster, sliding off it and landing on her feet.

'What the fuck happened?! What was that?!'

The Third Seat's answer comes mighty quick with the spiked demands of a vaguely familiar voice and more familiar silhouette. Looking on, her eyes slowly adjust to her blackened surroundings, gradually bringing the man's features into view.

Without a doubt, this is the man she's been charged to seek out. This monolithic pillar of spiritual pressure...it's practically enough to put a bit of strain on her lungs. The Third Seat knows there's no way she could subdue the man in any way if he tries to resist against any sort of further contact.

That leaves only a single obvious route for discourse; she brushes herself down before lowering herself to one knee, planting a gentle fist onto the concrete and dipping her head. Behind the strands of hair that cover parts of her face, her eyes are widened considerably; Kokoro isn't one to dish out hollow threats, as far as she knows.

"My apologies if I've interrupted anything, sir. This is Acting Third Seat Shigaisen, of Squad 6. My Captain Ashina sent me to locate you and investigate potential disturbances in the area. If...you'd allow me to remain."

With her head down, her mind explores a slightly different sentiment. 'Why does Captain Kokoro have to be so strange? I wish he was a bit more...civil.'