Old Men and Fishing

The man arrived in the harbor only standing four feet two inches in height. With a very skinny body almost sunken in. His white hair while small does cover his a portion of his head. Along with a white beard, scars were covering the obviously older Shinigami's body. He walked with a cane on his way to the point where he was going to fish. The figure wore a black shinigami uniform that was worn out among other things. Reaching the docks he plopped down ah breathing heavily with a smile on his face. This disguise worked well as the clothing was made of a fabric that hides his spiritual pressure. Making him seem like a shinigami of old who lost his power. Tsubasa found this to be the best means of travel and his acting chops were good. He started to prepare his rods when two figures emerged towards him. He seemed to be fishing in their spot. They'd obviously had too much to drink as he couldn't hear them so well. Tsubasa only could mentally sigh about how trouble followed him around. But he guessed nobody would notice if he used some speed. It didn't harm the disguise gigai either. One reached and the small elderly man wasn't there anymore only chuckling and stroking his beard. "Oh, your spot this is? Move shall I further down." Tsubasa said using the gigai's different voice and speech to it's fullest. He'd performed a flash step that wasn't just fast. It was ludicrous how quickly he could move as he began walking away. But these two and their beer had no idea what had happened. Well not yet till one of them wanted to say something about the entire area being theirs. Reaching for what had been a knife which the old man pulled out leaning on his cane now smiling. "Looking for this, are you? Safe it isn't to pull knives on people. Go home you should, family waiting you have." Upon defusing the situation he held the blade out with the handle towards them. Moving again to a spot that was safer he sat down deciding to enjoy the fishing.

He set down his pole as he inhaled the sea air. It was a nice place this location. The people had drinks but didn't deserve punishment for such things. He watched as the two men sauntered off in their own direction. They seemed to head home which was a good thing. People should have been more careful about knives. Had he been Tsubasa Unabara the man who stood and often times fought that way. They'd of never pulled a knife or even tried for it. Truthfully he'd taken the knife as the man reached for it. The man simply couldn't keep up with his speed was all it came down too. Though he suspected if anyone had seen the movements and he seemed to move with the flow of the air. They'd assume he was some special person or something. Disguise Gigais were useful in hiding one's presence for sure. He'd already made a mess of things as he stroked his beard letting his eye look out through the world. The other had a scar down it and was damaged from the combat of old. The old joints ache as the form tapped his shoulders softly.

No spiritual pressure and a weapon that was a wooden cane sword. If someone did come to speak to him. Perhaps they'd seen the exchange previously. Where he'd made those subtle movements. Tsubasa didn't know or really care he could pretty much be certain with the clothing and gigai. He wasn't going to be revealing himself aside for one person. She perhaps would be the only one he would stop being Old Man Hans for. But outside of that, it was best to just enjoy his trip. Enjoy the locations he ventured as not Tsubasa Unabara. But as the veteran Hannosuke Sagara who fought and retired long ago. Never accomplishing fame in the Gotei or anywhere. A figure who simply lived and roamed the land after Yamamoto's time. He spent his time in the academy and simply mentored a couple kids. Though nobody spoke of him or about him really. He was just a forgotten old man from a bygone era. That was the legacy left behind by Old man Hans as people called him.