Akira walked down a small street inbetween two tall buildings. He was happy because for once he wasnt attacked by a hollow during class, sleep or martial arts training. While every human looked at him as a normal, average 16 year old in a way to good mood, the one who noticed a bit spiritual pressure could see a huge amount of it pooring out of him. The spiritual pressure formed, to those who could see it, a pitch black cloud behind him, like the shadows themselves were following him. Akira froze all of the sudden when he came close to the two shinigami sitting on the rooftop. He sat himself down on a wooden box as he made all his spiritual pressure disappear, wondering if they noticed him or not.