Post by Bixir on Mar 14, 2024 6:24:00 GMT
(This thread takes place prior to current events in Karakura Town.)
A boy, ever nigh on the cusp of becoming a man, had errands to run. For once, they were not for someone else; not his friends, and certainly not his father. They were for himself. The market was quiet today - quieter than usual. Once more, he did not take it as a sign of ill portent. There had been enough of that lately for a lifetime. For the first time in a long time, the one known as Uryu Ishida dared to know respite, however brief.
Uryu raised a hand against his brow, shielding his eyes from the sun while he crossed the street in its direction. After the adventure that would unmistakably prove to be the highlight of his strange life, living in the mundane was stranger still. How could he go back to the way things had been before? No one else in Karakura Town that had also been privy to that ordeal was going to. Just because he had made a sacrifice that none of them had been willing to make, was he truly supposed to resume life as Uryu Ishida, president of the weaving club at Karakura High School?
He stopped in front of his destination. A bookstore. A niche one, at that. It was one of the only places in Karakura capable of fulfilling his needs. It hadn't even been that long since he had left Karakura Town, but he had not set time aside for himself to indulge in this hobby for far longer than that. Personal errands, indeed. Uryu reached for the door... then froze, his body tense. His eyes darted from side to side, studying his surroundings.
Reishi? Here?
