The Return [Vasto Lordes Vizards Only Unless Invited]

The young man appeared at the border of Karakura Town. His body had the appearance of someone torn to shreads and beaten badly. He stood there with what strength he had remaining. He hadn't been to this town in what felt like years to him. His clothing, surprisingly survived whatever onslaught he had been a part of. What remained of it was a pair of black shorts and a white t-shirt, both dirtied with blood, dust, and dirt. With his right hand over his left arm, covered in blood, he slowly entered Karakura Town. He immediately fell to the ground the instant his feet touched its soil. The land was spiritually enriched, and due to him being gone for so long and not returning, his body had grown weak to its energy. He lay on the ground, aching in pain. His spiritual pressure began to rise, hopefully someone who had recognized it would come his way.

*A man walks down the street, his red mane blowing in the wind, a baton twirling in his hands*

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7 years, it's been 7 years since I left the soul society. I wonder what the others have been up to?

*Just then he feels a familiar reiatsu*

What the.... This feels like lil' Suzaku's reiatsu, but why? What would he be doing in the world of the living?

*The man once known as Soutaishou of the most powerful army in the Soul Society, sets off towards the location of his long lost friend*

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Suzaku had lost his voice somehow between wherever it was he was at, and where he was at now. He opened his eyes slowly to notice he was closer into Karakura Town than he was earlier.

"I feel someones spiritual pressure" He said. "Someone familiar"
He trailed off and fainted again.