Ichigo jumps fluidly through the window, landing gracefully on the desk in an unknown but familiar room. Gushiken Suoh, lying in the dark, jumps to his feet and demands answers.

5 minutes, one drawing, and an explanation of Soul Society later, the brat asks a question.

"Why are your drawings so extremely BAD?" Ichigo smiles. Karma sucks.

"It's tradition. Now get down! Your reiatsu is flarin' high, and that Hollow's gonna eat if ya don't get outta the way." This is as far as Ichigo is gonna let tradition take him. It's time for him to do this his way.