40 : The Shinigami Ganju Saw -

Ichigo, currently nursing a bruised shoulder from their morning sparring session, rolled his eyes. "Ganju, you see ghosts for a living. Be more specific."

Ganju’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "He was wearing the standard shihakusho , yeah, but his Captain's haori was tattered at the edges, like it had been shredded by a million tiny blades. And his eyes... they weren't white and black. They were a deep, pulsing violet, like two bruised suns." 40 : The Shinigami Ganju Saw

"Tired doesn't make you float six inches off the ground!" Ganju shouted, throwing his arms up. "He didn't walk; he drifted. And when he looked at me, he didn't even see me. He just murmured something about 'The Fortieth' and vanished into a cloud of cherry blossoms that smelled like old parchment and ozone." Ichigo, currently nursing a bruised shoulder from their

"Maybe he was just tired," Uryū chimed in from the sidelines, adjusting his glasses. "The Gotei 13 has been under a lot of stress lately." "He was wearing the standard shihakusho , yeah,