Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō

In the heart of the Wandenreich stood a grand palace of ice—

Silbern, the Quincy stronghold.

Atop the fortress loomed a striking emblem, its arched star-cross design standing out against the pale backdrop.

"We have a guest. A Shinigami."

A cold, detached voice echoed as a figure emerged from the shadows.

The speaker was a tall, slender young Quincy.

With flowing golden hair and piercing blue eyes, his presence was both striking and unnervingly composed. His finely chiseled features resembled the work of a master sculptor, yet his expression was void of emotion—utterly indifferent to the world around him.

Draped in a pristine white Quincy uniform, he wore a flowing cloak adorned with a pentagram insignia. A sharp longsword hung diagonally at his waist.

Everything about him exuded nobility—like a knight lifted straight from the verses of Western poetry.

Just then, another voice—boisterous and full of bravado—cut through the stillness.

"A Shinigami? Here?"