Fenix arrived at her destination shortly after tricking Corvinus into paying for her ice creams. She was prepared to deal with her master who had revealed his own power at the wrong place and the wrong time. Her sensor picked up no other hollow nearby, there could be no doubt about it.

Instead of a gruesome murder scene with broken and mangled bodies twisted beyond recognition, she stumbled upon something worse that would keep her awake on the night.

The sight of a young man who had only received his wand and an old man who should have been dead by now discussing topics most would found taboo while having a tea party is not something to be forgotten easily.

"In Hogwarts, you will meet many ghosts. Please refrain from trying to eat them. They don't taste as good as Muggles, mister Vasto Lorde."

"Am I missing something?"

Arturo scanned the unfortunate manifestation of his shinigami power from up and down, and he does not seem to be pleased with seeing her again at all. She looked so weak... and fragile during this moment.

But so is most shinigami. Now he wondered if all of the efforts he did in learning their secrets is a waste of time. He wanted a tool. A weapon of mass destruction to be used against them. Not this sorry excuse of a woman who developed a conscience of her own, causing her to be able to think for herself.

A tool should not be able to talk back. They are supposed to be an unfeeling machine. That was his opinion about them.

"Oh. Nevermind. You two seemed to have a good time. Do continue."

Her only saving grace is the way she looked. Even if she is clearly lacking personality wise, at least she is easy to the eyes. She looked like every hollow's favourite food. A helpless human, especially female, who have no way of resisting against some masked monster invisible to naked eye.

Despite how flawed her mannerism was, the one so mockingly dubbed as "Immortal King" still have some use. Nobody would expect a perfectly normal woman to be capable of doing a favour for a creature most evil. Dismissing her presence as yet another passerby minding her business.

Said normal woman sat silently in a makeshift chair made seemingly from airs, gathering her thoughts. Five minutes haven't passed yet, but her information gathering skill supplied her enough information about the old man who owned the store. Her conclusion?

The old man is undeniably insane.

"Welcome, Mrs. Soul Reaper. Yew, Runespoor venom, 13 inches. A durable but flexible wand so unlike any other. Does the owner of that wand sends you here?"

The old man noticed Fenix's junior officer badge and waited for a response. When it was clear that he won't be receiving some from the confused woman, he finally stopped being cryptic and unhelpful.

"Tell your captain I was just trying a new spell. No more, no less."

Arturo was fascinated by the shiny little badge his zanpakuto spirit is wearing. To be able to infiltrate Britain's equivalent of Seireitei is not a laughing matter. It speaks volumes about Fenix's hiding in a plain sight prowess. For someone who looked like a hollow bait and acts like one, she wasn't so bad.

Little did he knows that everything happened as a result of an accident. A chance meeting with one of Britain's strongest Hollow hunter who decided to have a tactical retreat against his most dreaded enemy. Paperworks.

Being a captain sucks. Less battle to the death, more dead from overwork. Little did Fenix knows that she will soon be doing all of her captain's work until she passed out from the sheer amount of stress.

What a delightful tomorrow.

"Are you related to Grell Sutcliffe?"

Who in Hueco Mundo is this Grell? A troublemaker, if what she heard from her captain is an indication. To this, Fenix only shrugged and let the matter pass. People born with natural red hairs are scarce, but why should they be related?

And then it clicked. Britain is a small place, after all.

A perfect place to start planning for the downfall of Soul Society. Perhaps there is a way to make Britain's branch and Japan's branch to fight each other?

The skies are the limit, for the skies and the cosmos are one.

Arturo will give his zanpakuto all the time she needed to sow chaos and discord within the ranks of whatever division she is in while he focused on learning to wield this useful power they called magic.

That way, the spirit could become more than a remnant of a painful memory from his forgotten past.

He once failed to protect that smile, and it cost him everything. With nothing to lose and everything to gain, a beast of vengeance was born. The enemy of humanity.

But now the face who owned that smile does not really smile anymore, he wondered if there is another way to escape from this world of emptiness other than to tip the balance.

However, he does not know that it was impossible to create more chaos inside the Combat division seeing that it was already deep in that state since the beginning. It's a catastrophe with no end in sight. One strictly reinforcing the law of the jungle where the strong takes all and the rest gets nothing.

Call it a hunch but unlike her master, Fenix has a feeling that she would be lucky to survive another week.

Back in their office, a scarred Longbottom and a particularly violent Potter from the 18th centuries sensed the upcoming amusement and immediately started planning on how to get the best of the situation. It's about time for the division to get a new punching bag in the form of an unsuspecting recruit.