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It was an average day in District 80, if by 'average' you meant that people were still raping, killing, and stealing as per usual. Zeke's feet seemed to stomp through the dirt road, though his stride hadn't changed to cause the effect. He was one of 'those people'; One that stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone here had almost nothing, as he did when he first was summoned here by whatever it was that had been so kind as to take him at such a young age.

People were staring at him, as they always stared when he came back to the District. He smiled to the children, however few and far between, trying to remind them not to give up hope. Zeke reached the center of District 80, and set up in an abandoned shop stall, which had probably been used for a slightly greedier purpose than the one he'd set out for. He set the rather large trunk that he'd been carrying down on the counter top, and began to untie the one strapped to his back.

After his merchandise had been unloaded he opened both chests, which were full of bottles upon bottles of water. A smirk erupted across his face as he shouted, in a very loud and clear voice, "FREE WATER! GET YOUR FREE WATER!" The reaction from the crowd was no less than expected. Chaos. Pure chaos. He quickly quelled any doubt that he'd tolerate it, grabbing the first man to push woman or child out of the way and throwing him, literally through another stall. "Women and children first. That is the law here. Do NOT forget it." His reiatsu exploded upon the finishing of his sentence, and then disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared, as if it had been a miniature earthquake or tremor.

The water distribution had gone well, and he was almost out of supply when he'd heard voices, and a young girl's pleading. He grabbed 2 bottles of water and headed in the direction of the sounds, coming upon what, to him, was a disgusting scene. He was certain that he'd not be recognized, after all, he wasn't in uniform, even if he was a little dressed up.

He played along, taking the nice jacket he was wearing and setting it on the windowsill of the building they were behind. He strode straight up to the woman that was being attacked in the alley and smirked, chiming out in a sinister voice, "Mind if I join in?" He caressed the young woman's cheek and looked to the man harassing her. The man looked stunned but shook his head and spoke, "Uh, I guess not? As long as I get mine, I'm good, ya know?"

The look on Zeke's face was unchanging until the moment he spoke, which was coincidentally enough the same time he struck the man, not hard, but quickly, the average eye, unblinking would have missed it. "I was speaking to the woman, NOT to you.. But you know, since you've decided to be a piece of s**t rapist, maybe it's about time you..." He jumped into the air, about 6 feet, spinning and placing the back of his foot on the left side of the man's jaw, sending him pivoting, at almost a 180 degree angle into the dirt. "KNOW YOUR PLACE."

He spun one of the water bottles he'd walked over with in his hand before opening it and taking a deep drink. He turned his nose up at the taste and poured it on the fallen fool's head. He looked to the other water bottle and handed it to the young (and, probably traumatized) woman. Her clothes looked fairly new issue, and that could mean only one thing. "You're new here.. God, why would they send someone like YOU to a place like this?..."

He shook his head and tried to disregard the matter, his hand extending to her as he spoke yet again, in a much kinder, and more welcoming tone, "Zeke Sagamoto. Shinigami of The Gotei Thirteen, and Lieutenant of First Squad. Welcome to Soul Society."

He listened and gathered what information that he could before speaking to her in words that she could hopefully understand. His tone was not that to be expected of someone who looked to be no older than his early 20s. It was sad, understanding, and above all else, wise. " As I'm sure you've gathered, you are no longer living, or, at least no longer among mortals. You have no physical body. The man that brought you here is like me, a shinigami, a Reaper of Souls. Something that anyone of the people residing here could be, should they have the potential, including you. Though you do not need to eat, for you are no longer living, we do still require nutrients to continue on existing the way we do. Water. Do not go too long without drinking it, or you will become weak, and eventually you will perish."

He knew that this was hard, and that the last thing in the world she probably wanted was a crash course on survival, but this was the world in which they lived now. Maybe, just MAYBE it didn't have to be that way... there was one alternative to the hard life outside the gates, and he'd stated it already. The Gotei Thirteen. The academy. It was probably this girl's only chance with the way things stood, at least in her current situation.

He smiled and his eyes were kind, like the eyes of a father looking down at a child whom had been lost and found again. "Would you like to come back with me? It's safe, and there are no people like that piece of trash where I'm going." His words were harsh once more as he looked at the man on the ground, if you could call it a man.

The obviousness of his realization hit him with force equal to what he'd just put upside that man's head. How he'd not noticed before, he'd never know, but she did bear striking resemblance to an eleventh squad member, almost Identical to one he'd trained in fact. He spoke the name that he was certain she was looking for, "Hashimoto, Sakura. Eleventh Squad. Fourth seat."

He picked his coat up off of the windowsill, wrapping it around his shoulders as his arms almost seemed to glide up the sleeves. He reached into it and took a wineskin out of the left side pocket, along with a cigarette and fancy silver lighter. He took a drink of the sake and placed the wineskin back into the jacket before taking Mint's hand and placing the cigarette between his lips. He mumbled three words to her before he flash stepped: "Hold. On. Tight."

Zeke lit the cigarette that he'd placed between his lips only a second or two beforehand. As he took a long drag off of it and blew it back out, he looked at the keeper of the gate and motioned for the gate to be opened. The gate to the Seireitei had been visible from the part of District 80 that they had been in, and it seemed like it had been miles away. Yet, there they stood in front of it, and in a moment or two they would be walking through it.