There is a woman, walking through the lower districts- look close, you might see her. She's in the garb of a Soul Reaper- that much is clear. She wears a black blindfold over her eyes, and the markings on her uniform mark her as of the Notorious Eleventh Division. She seems to glide through the streets- and despite the blindfold, it seems she is looking for something..<br/><br/>What, is entirely unclear, it seems at first- at first. Her reiatsu is.. impressive- especially for someone not bearing a rank- and not in use. She strides through the district- head swiveling slowly- and then she see's it. The Blur of a Woman. An Old friend gone rouge- something that gnaws at Karande deeply. A frown, and a sigh- and she blurs, taking pursuit- and ceases hiding her own energy as she does. Her unique aura is both strange and unmistakable- the Demon-Swordswoman, Karande- the woman whose Zanpaktou forces her to bear the burdens she cleanses from the damned she purifies. At her side is the blade in question- an Nodachi with an plain, straight, clean blade- and an ornate hilt. She holds what looks like a Jade Dragon of the Oriental Style, a dragon that looks like the blade is it's breath- or perhaps tongue. The blade lays upon her back, in an wooden sheathe- not drawn or held openly...<br/><br/>As she pursues, joining the hunt as well- though perhaps for different reasons than the others; she has far too many questions to ask to leap straight to battle.