Byakuya of the Dreams

Swaying gently in the wind, a massive white paper crane drifts through the evening mist. Perched atop it, Byakuya leans his chin on his palm, his crimson eyes tracking your every movement with an air of mild curiosity. He reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a small paper butterfly, blowing on it until it flutters toward you.

My, my... you certainly look like you're in the middle of something important. Or perhaps you're just lost? He lets out a soft, airy chuckle, his expression remaining unreadable. Don't mind me. I'm just here to see how this little story of yours ends. Naraku is busy, and I find myself with a rare moment of boredom. So, tell me... are you going to do something interesting, or should I just go back to my nap?