The human world... Wasn't that always where the most trouble was?<br/><br/>Always.<br/><br/>A gate, glowing with a dim light, appeared in a street. No one could see it, no one could even so little as see the motion of the opening doors. And neither could any of the numerous passersby, forming an endless crowd, see the tall figure that walked from behind those doors. They sled to create an opening for him, and they sled again into their original position to close it again, fading away to became naught but a distant memory.<br/><br/>The human world.<br/><br/>Such a crowded, hectic place, without a moment of peace in those wide streets, covering in the shadows of buildings. Very different from Soul Society... And not necessarily in a good sense. It was much like the Rukongai, loud and dirty. How distasteful.<br/><br/>Byakuya Kuchiki quickly made his way high above the streets, with a few flashsteps bringing his form onto the rooftops. The heavy spiritual presence of a hollow was lingering in the air, like a cloud of black smoke. He could pick it up from a few miles away, knowing exactly who - or what, depends on whether you think hollows deserve to be called by a more personal term - it belonged to.<br/><br/>And there it was... Just a speck of white against the sky, the center of this omnious presence. His grey eyes were immediately locked on the form. And he begun his journey forth, towards it.