3rd Person's POV
"Another day of school... Huh, Rukia?" Ichigo sighed, his arm near his shoulder, hanging his bag in hand.
"Yes. I wonder what today will be like." Rukia said, her deep onyx eyes looking straight ahead. Ichigo's carrot colored hair blew gently in the soft wind as he let out a soft sigh.
Keigo, Chad, Inoue, Ishida and others would be waiting for him... He wondered what Kon was doing.
Ichigo finally arrived and sat down at his seat next to Rukia's.
Ms. Ochi slammed her book on top of her desk to get the class's attention. The class went dead silent as she spoke.
"Good morning! Today I have some good news for you all!" She barked.
"What good news...?" Ichigo sighed, his chin resting on his hand.
"You can come in!" Ms. Ochi said towards the door.
The wooden door slid open and footsteps could be heard. Suddenly, an immense spiritual pressure was inside, letting Rukia, Ichigo, Chad, Inoue and Ishida feel it.
A girl entered the classroom, who seemed way younger than a sophomore in high school, a juice box in her hand.
"This is Rumi Minamoto. She's a transfer from America, but she can speak Japanese and other languages." She said. The class whistled and applauded at the new girl. The five of them exchanged nervous glances.
The immense spiritual pressure was coming from her.
Who was she?
Ichigo's hand fell from his chin and slapped softly against the desk.
"Want to introduce yourself?" Ms. Ochi asked.
"My name is Rumi Minamoto, as she just told you. I'm fourteen, and I started school early; I'm probably the youngest in this class. I was born here but I moved to America soon after. I came back here to learn more about the culture I was born into." Rumi said, smiling softly.
The boys in the room began to marvel at her explanation and applaud loudly. Rumi giggled softly, then turned to her teacher.
"Rumi, welcome to Karakura High. You'll sit next to Orihime- san, the girl with orange hair." Ms. Ochi said.
"Hai. Thank you." Rumi smiled and walk over to her seat. She turned towards Orihime and gave her a soft, gentle smile.
"Hello, Orihime- san. I'm Rumi Minamoto. Nice to meet you."
"N-nice to m-meet y-you too." Orihime stuttered, overwhelmed by her spiritual pressure.
Ms. Ochi turned from the blackboard and looked at the orange haired girl.
"Orihime, you don't look so good. Neither do you four, Ichigo, Rukia, Ishida, Sado..."
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Orihime brushed it off.
"Well, okay. Now, enough with the introductions; let's get to work!"
Ichigo stared at Rumi for the entire class period, and so did the other four. It was getting quite difficult to breathe with her immense spiritual pressure, and the five began to sweat slightly.
It was only when she left the room they could breathe.
Ichigo let out an exhausted gasp and leaned back into his chair. The five huddled near his desk to talk about the new girl.
"What's with her reiatsu? It's so strong... It's almost like Zaraki's at full power." Rukia analyzed.
"And her name too... Rumi Minamoto... It's unique." Ishida said.
"Who is she?" Sado asked, his deep voice calm.
"I don't know. But let's keep an eye out for her."
Rumi was on the rooftop of the school, feeling the breeze. Her wavyish curly rust-colored hair flew gently in the wind. Her pale green eyes never left the cerulean colored sky; it was as if she was in a trance.
"And her name... It's unique."
"Who is she?"
"...Let's keep an eye out for her."
Rumi smiled, hearing all these things spreading out between the five. She sipped on her juice, making the lovely noise that others hated. With the straw in between her teeth, she smiled, her mouth curving upward slightly.
Things were starting to get interesting.
Very interesting, indeed.