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Yu nodded as Quellu appeared not long after him. He breathed in the air before taking a quick look around, "Alright, let's go." He had a destination in mind so that they could bed down for the night.

The sun was beginning to set and the shadows were becoming long, this was going to be a treacherous time. They needed to find friendly people. The Commander began striding down an alleyway hoping to hide away from prying eyes. If they could find an empty house, one that was hidden away, that would be the best place for them.

Sitting on the tallest building surrounding Rukongai's village square Mitsuoki watched as the occasional spirit slipped in and out of alley ways. He knew that the Commander was here somewhere and he'd done what he'd meant to do earlier.

Now though he was left, just watching. He'd been tracking the bandits and the groups. It was a much more widespread problem than he had initially considered. North, East, South, West, everywhere was crawling with Bandits, most of them were just wandering Konpaku. The most curious thing he found though were those that were dressed in stone armor. Of course, he'd been playing... that's how he found out a good way to get rid of them.

Now though, he'd grown bored of hunting so here he was, enjoying the afternoon sun and something caught his eye. A woman in white...no less, with pastel pink hair, she seemed to be looking for something. She was new. That wasn't a good situation for her in the current climate.

"Hey!" He held his hand up as he smiled. Somehow the smile seemed rather sadistic and his white hair seemed a light red in the sunlight. It was only his black robes that seemed rather sensible. Jumping from his position he landed next to the girl on her right side with his right hand on her right shoulder.

"Who are you?"

Slapping his hand away was something he'd expected, but there was something he hadn't expected. The flash of a Zanpakuto. Konpaku didn't have these usually. Even though the Zanpakuto was at his throat, he grinned. After all, his own Zanpakuto a katana was pointing at her solar plexus.

He licked his lips. This could prove an interesting prey. When she sheathed her blade, he was a little disappointed but followed suit.

"What would your name mean to me..." A puzzled expression occupied his face for a moment, "I think it has more value to you. Surrendering your name means you keep your life." The hand on his Zanpakuto indicated his intention and perhaps eagerness. Yet his eyes widened when he realized she had not observed this but instead turned away to look for something.

"You're rather rude for a Konpaku." Although he neglected to add that she was well on her way to becoming a Shinigami. A Zanpakuto was the first sign, but she didn't bear the black dress that all Shinigami wore.

Tsuriai had just stopped listening to him. A valuable skill she learned from the Samurai who taught her what she knows. It came in handy when taking orders and in boisterous crowds when she was escorting the Emperor anywhere.

She turned a corner and found her geta right next to an empty doorway, neatly placed off to the side as one would do if entering a household. She let a smile flash upon her lips before dismissing it and slipping them on. She flexed her toes some and gave a quiet sigh of content. Comfort at last. They raised her height by an inch, 2 at best.

She looked up from her newly reclaimed wooden shoes to the house they were placed by. It seemed vacant and she remembered why she had stopped here. She guessed she had been planning to stay here for the night and she went in. She slipped her geta off and set them next to her as she sat in a corner to relax and meditate.

Tsuriai felt her arms tied in a painful manner, her being forced to her knees and interrupting her meditation. She looked up to see the man from before. She knew they acted all the same, even in death. Men... She saw them as arrogant pigs.

This fact was only affirmed as his 'fun way' was putting his blade to her cheek. Yet she contained her steely composure, not intimidated by something simple as a sword in her face. She was a Samurai, for gods' sakes! She was used to having such weaponry against her skin.

She snuffed at him. "I will not yield to one who uses fear to get what he wants." she said, not taking the temptation to call him a pig.

Tsuriai wasn't phased by the cut to her cheek, nor by him placing his blade on the other side of her face. She glared up at this sadistic man and just spat at his feet. A bit crude yes, but she was becoming tired of this game.

"Release me and I might tell you." she muttered lowly. It was defeat, but she couldn't reach her sword and repay the cut at the moment.

Tsuriai got back to her feet rubbing her arms a little. "Forceful little monkey, aren't you." she growled at him, but resumed her place in the corner. She glanced to him and sighed. He just wasn't going to go away.

"My name is Ranaji Tsuriai. Now leave me be." she said shortly and resumed her meditation. Finally some peace for her mind. It was cluttered with memories and aches. The meditation began to soothe her mind, quelling the storm in her head.