Not a few feet away, there was a rustle in the underbrush. Kalle turned quickly, hand placed firmly on his Zanpakuto, ready to draw it at any moment. The sound had been right behind him; he was sure of it. Nothing met his eyes, and as far as his senses could see, he was all but alone in the woods, save for a few squirrels and an owl. Maybe he was just being paranoid. He was supposed to be off duty; at home relaxing after yet another long day at work. And that's where he had been heading when he saw it: a silhouette of a man, gracefully weaving in and out of the tight packed buildings of Seireitei. He couldn't feel an energy from this guy, and the way he carried himself made it obvious that he was not a Shinigami. That wasn't what caught his interest though: it was the man's aura. The feeli