In a small, wintery village in the lands of China, a lone shinigami wandered along the snow covered ground casually. He had the look of an calm, yet very cautious focus about him. Once again this very shinigami was ordered to enter the world of the living. Like always, there was a small grouping of hollows that needed to be slain. And as always, he accepted it. "What brings such a gorgeous woman such as yourself to a place like this," he asked to the mysterious figure infront of him. "Ms. Myst... what are you," he asked in an interrogrative manner. "You... can try..." "Bankai..." "Hōrībasutā!"