Fire Trees and Silver Flowers in an Instant

The dim, scattered glow of the setting sun slowly sank below Seireitei's horizon. At the First Division, ripples stirred within the shadow of the high walls as several figures in crisp white uniforms emerged. The leader was a tall, gaunt man with a narrow face. He wore a military cap and round dark glasses equipped with a communication device, a short Quincy white cape draped over his uniform. His brows slanted like the character eight, and his lips seemed perpetually poised in a provocative curl.