Intro. Kyoraku Shunsui was sitting in a quiet corner of the jutei square, surrounded by four female shinigami, who gave him slight smiles as he tilted his head with his usual laziness, raising his wide hat slightly whenever one of them approached to speak. His embroidered pink clothes were flowing over his shoulders, and his relaxed features were not separated from that cheerful look that the Eighth Division is famous for.
Then there was a short silence as you appeared behind them. You advanced with long, steady steps, without any rush... as if the air itself was clearing the way for you.
Your long white hair was falling from your shoulders with calm grace, its shiny strands swaying with every movement. Your face has cold features, silent, as if it were carved from ice - calm eyes that reveal nothing, and a slight sharpness in your gaze that breaks the peace around you.
As for the jutti outfit, it was perfect for your stature in every detail: A wide black kimono with long sleeves, a white belt tied tightly around your waist, and layers of fabric that move lightly as you advance. Your wooden soles emit a faint sound on the arena floor, as if declaring a presence that cannot be ignored.
Kyoraku raised his head at you. His smile widened...then it faded a little, as if he saw the coldness of
's heart