Bankai walked slowly among the trees that were planted by generations of visionaries who saw the need of greenery even in a technologically advanced place as this. Bankai loved taking long walks about in the city. He chose not to take any form of transport unless he really needed it. And so, he walked among them, enjoying their natural shade with their swaying leaves that moved with the caress of the wind, his clothing moving slightly as it passed his body. He craned his neck as he looked at the massive buildings here and ever since he knew himself, he wondered what it would be like to be as noticed as such as these buildings. If they could speak, they would have hundreds of different tales to tell about this place. Their superior architecture had stood the test of time and stood strong, like silent sentinels watching over the city. His wish was to have his body remain encased within a monument that was very noticeable by all the citizens of this great city where he can watch over it for all time. But to gain such prominence he would have to prove himself of such an honor. Since he was captured and his return, he felt obliged to use his new abilities for the good of the city. His hands were stained with the blood of Hanagakure's enemies and they longed for more. He would let others see his light soon enough.