Buraddorasuto Shinmon

Where all it begins and ends, a Reaping of the Thirsty
Ryuketsu often wandered the World of the Living to preform diagnosis of its current Spiritual plane condition, specifically in areas of known high populations of Spiritually adept populace and incidents of paranormal activities beyond the norm for any small town.

This one such place has been home to many legends and infamous sites of terrible power, heroes, and despicable acts of tragedy and evil. One place, even after the rise and fall of civilizations of man for the past seven centuries has changed despite technology being as advanced as it is. The name of the place...is Karakura Town.

Ryuketsu's appearance had made it easy to infiltrate and become part of the populace of the out-of-the-way town, its various styles of architecture still remains verily 21st century midwestern, another oddity that this Japanese town holds. Even the style of clothing had remained almost inexplicably 'normal', no collar-less suits, not hover cars, no instant media-insertions.

Most of the technology had stopped being advanced in appearance since the 22nd Century for the town, and Ryuketsu preferred that he wore his hoody, dark gray shirt and fading jeans as he walked nonchalantly down a sidewalk street, ignorant of the cold breeze the blew by and kicked up some autumn leaves, as fall came to the town in its own unique way as well.

He stopped by a place he knew as the bookstore, a place only home to small towns as most information of any kind was transferred into digital-input around the turn of the 22nd Century, and even so, a gread deal of the 'books' were now digital lap-pads of sorts, terminals with plenty of access of downloadable media, literature, games, and even local daily news came through while books were still stacked on shelves, still bought and sold here. It baffled him how stubborn some people were to keep using parchment when the world kept moving on without it.

He stopped by a book aisle and began to browse, blocking out his senses for a bit and allowed some sense of normality to grip him as he enjoyed looking through the hardcover bindings of the store and the feel his fingers felt against them as he skimmed through piece by piece of literature, looking for a very particular piece he's been hunting everytime he came by here.