Even after 9 months the guilt and sadness from the accident in Karakura had not faded from his memory or soul. After all this time the only things he could keep consistent were his hair, training and his not-so-well-hidden apathy. Had he truly made an effort to forget the feelings he felt that day? Probably not, the fuel of self-hatred and targeted anger only made his sword burn much brighter. If he couldn't be useful as a human being might as well be helpful as a sword. As he received the message from Signy he thought of it as an opportunity to distract himself. He quickly grabbed all of his necessary things suspended from his ceiling like a spider's web and walked out of his quarters.
It was then he regretted leaving his cacoon because of how bright it was outside. He covered his eyes with his forearm briefly before letting his eyes adjust to the natural light he stopped being used to. He sighed one more time before flash stepping his way over to the designated location. He had made what he would consider significant strides in his self-given goal of mastering all of the shinigami disciplines and could move just that much faster using shunpo. Nobody had seen him face to face in a long time so his previous unit actually showed surprised faces at how much he had changed (He hoped). They were more surprised by the fact he even came out at all after so long. He had grown significantly taller despite still being in the same place both mentally and emotionally as that one fateful day.
When he arrived in the courtyard and saw two women. He assumed the older-looking one was the current highest seated officer but wasn't sure about the one with the teal-coloured hair. Was this a test of some kind? A few steps forward and he would notice the girl had her hand on her hilt. If Nana had taught him anything over the years it was.
"Do not rest your hand on the hilt if there is blood to be spilt"
Is there blood to be spilt? He would soon find out.