[In the scope of his scanning and probing over the past few months, Gin registered as one of a hundred similar presences. Hers was one of the sharper ones--easier to pick up if only because of her spiritual density. Her signal was also closest to the one he remembered. A lone, red ribbon marked her signal in a sea of various shades of red. As the smoke cleared from his decoy and Gin straightened herself, Naoyuki drew back his hood fully and ran his thumb over his throat, sealing the cut on his neck with kido, a thin green line of light left behind.

He hadn't let his eyes off of Gin, watching as a number of other soul reapers were scrambling to run to the same levels Kisuke and Gin had settled on. It would take a little time for them to catch up to the two. So, he didn't have long at all to verify who she was. Even if he had to run, he needed to hear her name. From her mouth.]

Deathly serious! Well, to an extent. I'll admit, my motivations for coming here are a little sketchy. They're not even remotely heroic, either!

[Laughing, he tapped his sword against his shoulder. In its unreleased state, it looked as simple and straightforward as any other asauchi.]

Now, just because I have my sword out doesn't mean I want to fight. Weird as it sounds, I still don't know if you want to kill me or kiss me, so it's there just in case I made a mistake and went for a different beautiful woman.