As the three of them stood in silence, a sudden, cold wind whipped through the courtyard, carrying the faint, sweet scent of cherry blossoms and the sound of a distant, echoing bell. Ganju didn't say another word—he just turned and bolted toward the Shiba estate, leaving Ichigo to wonder if the legends of the 'Lost Divisions' were more than just campfire stories for rookie reapers.
Ichigo paused, his brow furrowed. "The Fortieth? You mean Squad 40?" 40 : The Shinigami Ganju Saw
"No, you don't get it," Ganju hissed, leaning in so close Ichigo could smell the gunpowder on his breath. "I was taking a shortcut through the Fourth Division woods—don't ask why—and I saw a figure standing by the creek. At first, I thought it was just another soul reaper out for a stroll, but then he turned around." As the three of them stood in silence,