Tonight is the night we rage. [Jin]

With his success in tracking down the rogue shinigami(even if it wasn't intentional), he had been given another assignment. There were rumors of powerful fighters gathering in the underground, the old karakura to some. Jin having unlocked his bankai(and holy recently using it) was sent to investigate. He had a keen mind, able to deduce problems, and find answers where most people would fumble in the dark; to be honest, Jin kind liked the dark. So the young looking are started to make his way toward the underground, keeping his sensing abilities at their best to look for any sign of...interesting candidates. Though whether or not they would find him first or not was the real question.

As Jin entered the underground he took note of his attire, making note that everything he chosen to wear was still in tact. He decided not to wear his normal shinigami wardrobe, instead opting out for something more subtle, something that would let him blend in much more easily. A pair of human denim jeans, black in color with white stitching, his shoes were of the sneaker variety; he believed they were called, Nike and they all white with the black check on the side. A white tee shirt with a white top jacket, plus his signature cloth around the metal attached to his neck. The stray dog wasn't looking too much like a stray right now, was he?

He finally entered the underground, sniffing the area he took notice to a few things. A...it was stinky, nothing less of the smell of death was filling his nose. There were definitely fights here, whether or not they're always happening or only whenever someone fucks with another, he wasn't sure. It was dark too, but there was enough light that he could move around, and fight too if need be. Wait...what was this? It wasn't the strongest presence, but it was strong and...what was that? It wasn't something Jin had felt before...there was something...evil about it. Was evil the right word? Perhaps, but maybe his Zanpakutō felt evil to some people. He shrugged the idea away, and found his target. If it was something he didn't know, then it couldn't be safe.

Jin shunpoed from one spot to another, his sword pulled from it's sheath, and one goal in mind. Find this thing, neutralize it or figure out what it's doing in the underground, and maybe find some more troubling than this mystery....boy? Jin finally found his target, but he couldn't believe his eyes...or maybe the darkness was finally catching up to him. This was...A boy...he couldn't be any older than...a teenager at least. But what was he? The lighting had worsened since the beginning of the underground, but there was still enough for Jin to see at least twenty feet around him. This was going to be tough, if this boy was hostile, he would need to rely on everything but his sight...luckily the people here seemed used to it, so quite was plenty abundant. "Who are you, and what are you doing down here? You could get hurt....Youngster..."

Jin grinned at his little jab, and readied his blade, one hand on the hilt while the other was ready to cast Kidō, or use some hakuda.

Jin watched as the young man paced back and forth, his eyes watching the mysterious boy. He still couldn't pick up what this boy was, or what he had hidden away for Jin to discover. Yet, none of that seemed to phase the boy, and then he had spoken to Jin, answering his question with a little added twist. Touketsu? Jin arched a brow, and he's heard the name from somewhere, maybe from old stories that he was told as a child, but that didn't bother him. No, there was something else that had caught his attention. Just a kid? Yeah, right. Jin could feel something from him, something powerful, but even past that was the fact that this boy, this human looking boy, was so...calm about this place. Jin was calm as well, but there he was also centuries old, and had become accustomed to the things that went bump in the night. Jin smirked, his arm lifting his sword nad letting the dull back lay on his shoulder. This boy wasn't acting hostile, so he assumed it was at least partially safe.

"Gotta be honest boy, I'm pretty familiar with death. Him and I go out to lunch every weekend." The mockery came from Jin's bankai, and the general theme that his zanpaktuo displayed. He was, for all intents and purposes, the closest thing that the shinigami had to a death expert. He decided that standing still may not have been his best choice, and decided to walk to his left, his left hand entering his pocket. His attention was still on the boy, his senses working at their peak, as he waited to see if this young man tried anything. His lips curled into a smile, while his eyes started to adjust to the darkness. "Why would a young ma-no no, a boy, come down here? It's dark, and obviously there could be some monsters here, didn't you know that?"

Jin asked Glen, his tone and the way he worded his sentences obviously trying to provoke him into spewing everything out for Jin. He turned toward the boy once more, his crimson hued eyes staring at him. What was this boys game, was he looking for something? Someone? Was there anything he could gain by simply being in all of this...darkness. Jin shrugged, his eyes narrowing, and his head tilting to the side. The idea of all of this baffled him, but it was time to make a stand. Jin brought his sword back down, and took his hand out of his pocket. His voice seemed more stern, but still calm and straight forward. "I'm gonna need to come with me..."Glen". This isn't any place for a child."