"You must be Izuru Kira... Lord Ichimaru has mentioned you."
There was an undeniable flinch in his stance as his former captain’s name was mentioned. Instantly his irritation was roused, to which his thin brows narrowed as his fingers danced upon the hilt of his zanpakuto. To see how this stranger addressed Gin— it was screamingly obvious that he was an enemy. While the pink-haired man didn’t seem like he had any intentions of doing anything; Izuru would take the precautions.
“Yes,” Izuru’s voice was quiet but his tone was stern. “What business do you have with me?