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The boy walked on to the stage, his bright orange hair quickly catching the attention of the crowd. He wore nothing more than the simple black robes doned by most shingami along with a pair of socks and sandals. Across his shoulder he carried what appeared to be a large sword, its blade wrapped in an array of cloth.

As the boy stepped on to the thick marble that made up the arena floor, he looked back towards the waiting room where Kon now stood awaiting him. Ichigo had brought him along for the company...and because Rukia had insisted that she couldn't deal with him for an entire day.

"Kon, did you give the announcer the glasses Urahara made?" The boy said, directing the question at his once stuffed companion.

"Ya," The mod soul replied distractedly, his eyes gazing over the various spectators in the crowd; a line of drool running from his mouth as several females in particular caught his attention.

Ichigo let out a small sigh as he turned back to face his opponent. From what he could tell, she had a vast amount of spiritual power. However, it seemed dissimilar from both a shingami's and hollow's power. In fact, the texture was to unlike Chad's and Inoue's for her to be human and, eyeing her wrist for any bracelet or artifact, Ichigo could tell she wasn't a quincy.

"Sorry, but I can't use that just yet," the boy smirked in reply to the old woman's instructions, unsheathing his sword as he did so. "Urahara sent me here to train, wouldn't be much to train with if I beat ya in one hit."

With that, Ichigo thrust the tip of his sword into the ground so that the hilt was facing upwards and, within a second's time, disappeared and reappeared in front of Genkai, thrusting the palm of his hand forward in an attempt to knock the wind from her body.