The Elegant Urahara Jiro

"Brother Urahara!" Inside the house, a thug in straw sandals and wooden clogs rushed in through the door in a panic, gasping as he cried out to Urahara Jiro, who had his back to him. Urahara Jiro wore a cherry-blossom-colored samurai outfit, his hair tied into a ponytail behind his head. His back was straight, his face lean and sharp, and when his eyes opened and closed, they seemed to seize the soul. He possessed an imposing air even without anger.