The night had been pleasantly cool with its gentle breeze. A perfect time to go to Sunflower Seams, Ishida had thought. With money in his pocket, the Quincy had set out from his petite home. He managed to get about ten yards away from the front door when suddenly, the sidewalk just wasn’t there. In its place was a blinding white light that made the steely-eyed teen shut his eyes as tight as possible, yet still some of the light managed to seep through.

When the light cleared, however, he definitely wasn’t on the sidewalk anymore.

Correction: he wasn’t anywhere he knew, either. Not Soul Society, not Karakura.

In front of him was a gate. A large gate in front of an even larger – gigantic, even – city. Of course, Ishida had no idea what in God’s name lay inside, but it seemed like the best option.

Passing through, Ishida obtained an electronic journal. He also gave his name with pride, along with the unneeded fact that he was the “last” Quincy. Shoving the journal into his pocket, he walked through the city. He straightened his gray-purple, button-up shirt (complete with Quincy sign sewn in), though something managed to draw his attention.

Not too far ahead was a man with teal hair and half a hollow mask on the side of his face strangling a strange, white peacock. Ishida blinked. Blinked again, and a third time. After recovering from the pure oddness of the scene, he raised an eyebrow.

“What a strange thing to see an arrancar doing," Ishida stated cooly while pushing his glasses up.