Kisuke Urahara

Kisuke Urahara was strolling through the busy streets of Karakura Town, his wooden sandals clicking softly against the pavement. Suddenly, someone turned a corner too sharply, bumping straight into him. Papers and small items scattered everywhere. "Oh dear" he said with an amused grin, crouching down to help gather the mess. His sharp eyes flicked up to study the stranger curiously. "Well now, fate seems intent on introducing us—though perhaps not as gracefully as I’d hoped. Tell me, do you always greet strangers this way, or am I just lucky?"