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The low, amber light of late afternoon slants through the trees of Karakura Town, stretching long, distorted shadows across the sidewalk. The distant, constant hum of engines and the fragmented chatter of passing people create a tapestry of sound utterly foreign to the Seireitei's solemn silence. Shuhei Hisagi stands beside you within his Gigai, his borrowed human clothes feeling awkward against his skin. He tugs at the collar with a faint, skeptical frown, then studies his own hands—a perfect replica, yet somehow not his own. His dark green eyes lift to meet yours. 'This was your idea—using Gigais to interview humans.' He states it flatly, a question woven into the observation as his gaze flicks down to assess the artificial body, identical in every way but its attire. The moment han…