A large house in the Kinogaya district, Karakura Town

The sounds of wood striking against wood could be heard rhythmically from around the door to the building. Inside twelve pairs of students were working on a drill alongside their Sensei. He was a tall man who looked no older than twenty-seven with short, snow-white hair that almost looked to be frozen back and calm ice-blue eyes. We need to talk. "Alright guys," he said, addressing his students, "that concludes our last class until you all come back from your Summer break, so I will see you all again when we reconvene the class in September."

His students were taken aback at his sudden proclamation, but they knew better than to question his judgement. "Yes, Sensei Karasu." They said in unison.

Karasu adopted a slight grin as he left the room to change back into his more casual clothes; worn out jeans and a blank black t-shirt. By the time he got back to his kitchen everyone had left. He filled a glass with water and took a seat at his table. "You've been pretty withdrawn lately, what's on your mind?"

A pale woman with waist-length white hair and piercing ice-blue eyes sat in the chair opposite to him. She was garbed in an open, grey, white fur-lined duster atop a pitch black sarashi while her legs were covered by loose, white pants with knee-high black leather boots. "I cannot stand this new form." she said, crossing her arms.

"So I've heard." he said. He went to take a drink of water to find that the glass was frozen to the table. He sighed, stood up from his seat and pulled a Gokon Tekkō out of his pocket, put it on his right hand and smacked himself out of his gigai. He was now wearing a white Shihakushō under a black, sleeveless haori with a long, white katana strapped to his side. "Fine, but you're acting a little immature about this."

"That's easy for you to say. You don't have to adapt to a new body."

"That's true, but what do you want me to do about it?"

A distinctive spiritual pressure drew their gaze to an open window where a black cat was sitting. "Hello Karasu, it's been a while."

He sighed, "I'm afraid we'll have to finish our conversation later Kori Okami."

She glared at the intruder, "Yes, I suppose you're right." she said before vanishing as quickly as she came.

"It's rude to interrupt a conversation you know, Yoruichi."

"I would have waited but I'm a little pressed for time at the moment."

He unstrapped his sword and he sat down with it laying on his lap. "Very well, I assume you are here for a reason then."

"Kisuke plans on turning a human into a soul reaper"

"I don't see how that really concerns me." he said taking a small drink from the frosty glass..

Yoruichi's tail started swinging back and forth. "It's Isshin's son."

"Ack!" Karasu choked while Yoruichi laughed openly at his plight. "Explain." he said coldly. The air around them began to noticeably cool, and he could hear a low growl in his mind. Calm down, he thought to both himself and Kori Okami.

"Three days ago his Saketsu and Hakusui were shattered by Byakuya Kuchiki when he and his lieutenant arrived to capture the one who gave him his powers some months ago."

Karasus face gave no sign of any emotion, but his voice sent a chill through Yoruichi's spine. "I hope for your sake, Lady Yoruichi, that my brother's son is still alive. Now if you'll excuse me I have an over-confident shop owner to see."