Stepping out of the portal, he'd look out over the quiet little town he had appeared above. Taking a step down, he'd drop out of the solid abyss, letting the portal close behind him. Summoning a mirror to fall alongside him, he'd look over his face. Looking into his eyes to stare into the abyss-black lenses looking back, he'd pull out a pair of contacts. Putting them in one at a time, he'd blink as he checked his eyes now, looking at purple iris moving about in milky white eyes. Putting them away, he'd pull out a pair of glasses, putting them on before the glass lenses began to change, becoming what would influence them to appear as though he needed prescription lenses. Finding his appearance acceptable, he'd dismiss the mirror and look down at himself, looking at the pitch-black military garb he had been wearing. Passing the roof of the first building, he'd let out a sign, silently noting to himself a need to change his clothes before arriving. And then he'd hit the ground, his form falling apart into a pile of ashes.
Swirling around where he impacted, he'd step out, the ashes forming his back as he now wore a two-piece suit. Skipping out on a tie, he'd tear it off of him, letting it reform into ashes that'd move to his hair, making it shine with gel. Stepping into the street, he'd begin walking down the street of a residential neighborhood. Forming a watch on his wrist, he'd look down at it once it began to tick. Noting the time, he'd lightly smack his own forehead, realizing he was, in fact, a week too early. Sighing again, he'd let out a whisper while looking at his watch. "E'ihl." Suddenly, the world around him faded to grey as the watch hands began to spin, a day/night cycle blurring overhead as the blurs of people passed him by. "Eit." Time would suddenly stop, everything being as he wanted it. Looking up, he'd shield his eyes as he looked at the mid-morning sun. Smiling slightly, he'd begin walking again. As he turned the corner, he'd begin to count down from thirteen. With each step, his presence would drop. Under his clothes, markings would appear on his skin, each one a Roman numeral, each counting from thirteen down to 0, which was marked in the sign of a skull. Humorously, if anyone did see it, they'd accuse him of having an edgy tramp stamp. Turning the corner soon enough, he'd stop across the street from a small neighborhood clinic.
Summoning a suitcase for himself alongside a duffle bag, he'd begin to walk forward before stopping, noting a particular crispness in the air. It tasted like a lack of energy. Every time he came to this exact spot at this exact time in every different world, he'd taste a certain energy in the air. This time was different. While he could sense it after a moment of looking for it, it was nowhere near what it was meant to be at this age of the world. Walking forward, he'd move to knock on the clinic door only to stop, hearing another door open and slam shut. Running out, a teenager would pass him by, struggling to pull his shoe on and hold a piece of toast in his mouth. Grumbling something about damnable goats, he'd simply smile as the teen passed him by. Looking down to see that he'd dropped his bag, he'd reach down to pick it up and toss it at the boy. Giving a two-fingered salute to the boy's muffled attempt at offering thanks, he'd watch him leave before looking to the other door and seeing a man wearing a goofy-looking doctor's coat. Looking down, he'd have to stifle a chuckle as the man was only in his boxers. He'd smile and close his eyes. Stepping forward, he'd open the duffle bag and pull out a folder. "This is for you" Handing it to him, he'd make to give a small bow and introduce himself. "This meager soul is called Sensara. I look forward to working with you for this rotation."
Sitting at the table, he'd watch the two girls leave the house, heading to their educational institution. Smiling to the man across the table, that was gratefully wearing pants now, he'd wait for him to drink from his coffee before looking down at his own. By his own memory, he was a month early for when things began, but what troubled him was that the boy was nowhere near where he should be. If he were to get involved now, things wouldn't end as they always do. "So, a shinigami, huh?" He'd listen to the man choke on his coffee. "Your energy is not nearly as well hidden as you think it is." Sipping from his own drink, he'd blanche at it before summoning honey into the bottom of the cup. "Not to mention, I can sense a weak trace of it in your son. Measuring the energy is on the level of a nine-year-old, on par with known records of human/shinigami hybrids. He is very far behind the curve on that, even if he knows nothing of this." This was his way of testing the waters. He couldn't sense anything from the man before him, but he knew. He knew it all. He'd seen it so many times. "Is it trauma that holds him back?" Seeing him flinch, he'd guess he hit the nail on the head. "Is that it? You know an ill-intentioned creep has been watching your son for far too long. Is he strong enough to protect himself if the creep got too excited and decided to get involved?" Finishing his cup, he'd stand and walk around the table to place his hand on their shoulder. "Worry not. I chose to apply here with every intention of helping to get rid of some annoying power-hungry megalomaniacs." Silent the entire time, he'd look to Sensara and ask one thing. "Who are you?"
Smiling, he'd open an eye, exposing what was underneath the contact. "Consider me his guardian angel. I'm merely fulfilling a promise I made long ago. Until the time comes that I must act, I will help you here. So as I said before, I look forward to working with you, Isshin Kurosaki."