Mizuko Ichikawa was just minding her own business as she walked. She had not really grown in height over the last 24 years, but she had grown in power. She had also learned her Bankai and a few techniques to go with it. She still wore her Shinigami outfit, though it looked worse for wear since she’d not been home in a long while, not that there was anything to go back to from what she had heard.

Mizuko had been walking for a few days and finally arrived in Karakura Town. As she looked around she saw that not much had changed. Sure, some buildings were showing age, but 24 years of being vacant will do that. She did not see many people as she walked around. Few that she saw cowered away from her. She wondered if it was due to the fact she had not bathed in a while, or was it that they could actually see her? She shrugged as she walked on, looking around for maybe a place friendly to Shinigami. As she kept walking she found none. She soon makes her way to the park and to a swing set that seems to still be in tact. She smiles and sits on the swing. After testing it out a bit she begins to swing, knowing no one but the spiritually aware should be able to see her.

The apocalyptic occurances of the living world, Soul Society and Hueco Mundo passed what seems like a day ago. Sho did not understand how to lift the burden from himself of what he had to deal with. Survival. It really bites chunks out of morality and that is one thing he intended on repairing. Waltzing around the town with his hand resting on the hilt of his zanpakutou, he just let his mind go blank. What was he to think? He had no one, he had no cause nor a reason to continue living, yet he doesn't understand whether or not the cycle is still flowing.

During his self-revelations, he bumped into a female who had a minor odor. He immediately zoned back into the world and bowed. " I apologise, m'am. Wait." he reached a moment of confusion why he was able to make contact with the person. Maybe the person was capable of seeing spirits? He didn't know.


[I am tired. I know it's mediocre. I'm sorry.]

As Mizuko was testing out the swig she felt someone bump into her. She felt that this person must have gone out of their way to bump into her or that they were just not fully paying attention. She turned around as the man spoke and looked up at him. He was more than a foot taller than she was. She looked him over and noticed he was a Shinigami like she was. She smiled a bit and said, ”It’s quite alright. I’m sorry for my appearance. I’ve been traveling a long way in the last 24 years with no other change of clothing. I must look terrible to you. Please forgive me. However, it’s been long since I’ve seen another Shinigami. Have you been around long?”