"He... has returned!" In the First Division office, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's shocked, sleeping face jerked awake. His aged, half-lidded eyes snapped open, sharp and terrifying. Reiatsu unconsciously spilled from him, and with a bang, the powerful pressure sent the desk and everything on it flying into the wall, where they shattered into pieces. Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's hands tightened around his wooden cane, blue veins bulging across the backs of them like coiling dragons. How could the current Seireitei... deal with him?