"Lighting damage?" Zangetsu repeats, incredulous. They couldn't... sense it? That something was off? He growls and folds his ears. Humans. And gems. Apparently. He mutters under his breath. "Ain't a damn handyman. I'm going back." The more he interacts with people, the more he realizes it's not just Ichigo who never listens to him; it's everyone.

He replaces his sword on his back and slogs toward the dark corridor, his stupid not-quite-rabbit feet slapping on the wet floor. He places his hand along the shelves and his footsteps and form fade into the darkness.





And not a minute later, he walks out of a different dark hallway, from a completely different direction.

"..... Uh."