It was a cool morning, the sun pushing through the clouds above the horizon, and a gentle breeze washing over them all. Ichigo stretched and yawned, not bothering to sit up. He knew he should be in his office, working through today's mountain of paperwork, but this morning he had decided to take one more lesson from his mentors.
Shunsui Kyoraku had taught him to weild his dual Zanpakuto like a true master. Shinji Hirako had set him on the path to mastering his Hollowfication, although he had taken a different path in the end. Kisuke Urahara had taught him strategy and his most basic skills. But the one thing that all three had taught him, was that once in a while, you needed to take a break.
His white captain's haori was folded up and tucked under his head as a small pillow. His sealed Zanpakuto was resting on his stomach, his hands folded comfortably over the hilt. Not that anyone would dare attack him. He was firmly ranked as one of the five most dangerous souls to ever exist by the Quincy King himself. The man should have taken that as a sign not to start a war with the orange haired man on the other side.
He had kicked off his shoes, an old pair of sneakers he had snuck in from the world of the living rather than the sandels that he was technically supposed to wear. His bare feet dangled in the gently flowing river that wound its way past the Thirteenth Division, his hakama rolled up to just below his knees to keep out of the water.
He hadn't imagined how good this would feel when Shunsui had told him about it, but he had to admit, he understood why the man used to spend so much time here. It sure beat paperwork.
To his left, mirroring him perfectly, was the white haired, white skinned manifestation of his Hollow and Shinigami powers. On his right, sitting at the water's edge and staring off into the distance was the manifestation of his Quincy powers. It was a good thing he was out of sight of the the general population of the Seireitei. He didn't want to think about the panic that would arise if someone thought Yhwach was back.
Here, there were only a handful of people likely to stumble across them, and all of them were aware of Ichigo's sword spirits.