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Katsu linked her fingers behind her head and let out a bored yawn as she strolled down the decrepit street before her. The place was void of life as well as in pieces. "Geez, nobody's around. This is boring." She complained sticking her lip out in a pout. How was she ever to find anything interesting if everyone vanished the instant they saw anyone that looked like a soul reaper, or arrancar. With a heavy sigh she let her hands drop from her red-gold hair, that stuck out in messy spikes. I guess the avoidance of the remaining normals was worth the attention she sometimes got for so blatantly strolling around in uniform and wearing her zanpacto openly. She jumped up onto the nearest, crumbling, rooftop and gazed out over the remains of a one impressive soul society. Aisen had sure torn up the place during his short reign. But Katsu didn't really care, now the whole place greatly resembled the place she had grown up in. The thought of her past made her desire for a good fight even greater. She let her right hand grip Raionma's hilt and pull the blade form it's sheath. Holding it up to the light she grinned. "Yeah, me to my friend. Me too." She said in a purr running her left hand along the blade before sliding it back into it's rightful place. "I want to fight." Her voice became longing as she raised her silver-blue eyes to the sky.