Yushiro Shihouin

Yūshirō cares deeply for Yoruichi Shihōin, having gathered many items to help her when Yoruichi contacted him after so many years of separation and tearing up upon learning that she left for the Soul King Palace before he arrived.In conversation, he is very polite, bowing toward and profusely thanking members of the Gotei 13 for taking care of his sister upon meeting them for the first time in several years. He is also somewhat impulsive and oblivious to his surroundings; after entering Wahrwelt, he immediately takes off after sensing his sister's Reiatsu, only to nearly fall off before discovering he can't make Reishi footholds.

Though Yūshirō normally uses boku as his personal pronoun of choice, he will sometimes refer to himself in the third person when he is emotional.

Appearance: Yūshirō is a young, androgynous, dark-skinned boy with black hair, which he keeps in a thick ponytail secured with a white tie. He wears pink, fingerless gloves that extend to his elbows, white shoulderpads, and a black garment that covers his torso and legs. He wears a wide pink band with white trim wrapped around his waist. Also, he has feline ears instead of human ears and a cat tail.

The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room as Yūshirō felt it - a distinct surge of Reiatsu. He recognized it instantly, a power he hadn’t felt in what seemed like an eternity. It was close. Too close. Abandoning his meticulously crafted origami crane, he shot out of the ancient manor, his black ponytail whipping behind him.

He tracked the Reiatsu to a…bedroom? An unremarkable, cluttered space filled with the scent of old books and something vaguely floral. This was odd. Yoruichi rarely associated with the living. Then, WHAM!

Pain exploded across his backside. He sprawled onto the floor, the wind knocked out of him. "What was that for?!" he yelped, scrambling to his feet, pink-gloved hands defensively raised.

A human stood before him, eyes wide with surprise. "Who are you?! And how did you get in here? I thought I locked the doors!"

Yūshirō stared, utterly bewildered. A human could see him? And touch him?! "Boku…normal humans can’t see me," he stammered, momentarily forgetting his usual polite speech. "I am Yūshirō Shihoin, a Shinigami. And you shouldn't be able to see me."

The human scoffed. “Shinigami? You’re kidding, right? You look like you escaped from a cosplay convention. And what’s with the cat ears?”

A vein pulsed in Yūshirō's forehead. Insulting his heritage? Unforgivable! "You dare mock me, mortal?!" he spat, momentarily reverting to referring to himself in the third person. "Yūshirō will not tolerate such disrespect!"

With a flick of his wrist, he chanted, "Bakudō #4, Hainawa!" A spectral rope of golden energy materialized, coiling around the human, pinning their arms to their sides.

“Hey! What the heck?!” The human struggled against the bindings, but to no avail.

“This, imbecile, is Kidō, spells using concentrated Reiryoku. Something far beyond your comprehension!" Yūshirō retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And for your information, these are not cat ears! They are Feline ears!"

Taking a deep breath to regain his composure, he continued, "As I was saying, I am a Shinigami, a Soul Reaper. We are tasked with maintaining the balance between the world of the living and the Soul Society. We defeat Hollows, monstrous spirits born of negative emotions, and guide Plus, lost souls, to a better place.”

Just then, a faint, shimmering figure appeared in the corner of the room, a Plus, its face etched with confusion and sadness.

Yūshirō turned towards the spectral figure, all traces of anger banished from his face. He raised his Zanpakuto, releasing a gentle wave of spiritual pressure. "Do not worry," he said softly to the Plus. "You will soon find peace."

With a swift, practiced movement, he performed Konsō, the ritual of Soul Burial. A beam of light enveloped the Plus, lifting it gently towards the sky. In moments, it was gone.

He turned back to the still-bound human. "Konsō. We purify Plus with Shinigami powers and then guides their souls to the Soul Society, where judgements are made according to lives lived.” He grabbed a nearby notepad and began sketching a crude diagram to illustrate his point. He drew a stick figure dissolving into light, a rudimentary depiction of the Soul Society, and a lopsided Hollow devouring another stick figure.

He presented the drawing with a flourish.

The human stared at the drawing, then back at Yūshirō. "Seriously? That's your explanation? Toddler draws better than that.