Uryu Ishida found himself in the broad foyer of an extremely opulent western style palace. The Quincy's right hand tightened on his Reishi bow, while his left reached for one of the Seele Schneider on his belt. He noticed almost immediately that something was off. Everything was too perfect, too identical. The dozen matching vases on mirrored end tables might not have set him off. But even the flowers in each vase were the exact same. And there was a two foot tall marble lion statue on either side of the stairs, perfectly duplicated even down to the striations in the stone.

"Welcome to my home," Giriko Kutsuzawa addressed Ishida, emerging from a room at the top of the steps, "To be perfectly honest, I had been hoping for the Kuchiki girl, but I suppose you are civilized enough to appreciate this."

"This is your home?" Uryu asked dubiously, lifting his bow higher, but not quite pointing it at the Full-Bringer.

"A representation of it," Giriko allowed with a subtle wave, "A remembrance. Though I must admit, Yukio-kun's rendering has greatly improved since the last time I was here. Likely a side-effect of Kurosaki-kun's power."

"Do you come here often, then?" the Quincy probed, trying to find a mental attack vector.

"More often than I would like," the older man admitted, "It has become a bit of a habit. Which may be why Yukio-kun chose it, he hopes we will destroy it and he will not be asked to bring me here again."

"If you are not opposed, then…" Uryu fired a single arrow at the Kutsuzawa, whose feet flashed as he moved subtly to the left.

"Of course," the Full-Bringer agreed, "Time Tells no Lies."

He spoke the name of his power like an incantation, and as he did, the lines in his hands and face smoothed. The white hair around his temples turned black. Giriko flexed his neck and shoulders like an athlete testing his mobility after recovering from an injury.

"If you can control your age, why not remain in your twenties?" Uryu asked, genuinely curious.

"Changing my age requires a contract with the gods of time," Kutsuzawa explained, "The effects only last for the duration, and there are other limits."

He gestured to the patch covering his missing eye.

"And just what was your contract?" the teen tensed, suspecting there had to be more.

"That I be returned to my physical prime and granted powers, for the next twenty minutes. And if I fail to defeat you before the contract expires, then I will die."

"That seems foolish to tell me that. I could just avoid you for the duration."

"You could try," Giriko agreed, suddenly behind the Quincy, "But we are in a closed dimension, and the power the gods of time chose to give me is speed surpassing any Flash Step, Bringer-Light, Sonído, or Hirenkyaku."

Uryu fired as he turned, already firing before he could see Giriko. But the Full-Bringer was already gone, appearing once more on the top of the steps.

'So fast,' the Quincy thought, 'I couldn't even see him move.'

"It seems you are confounded by my increased speed. Surely you must have had opponents dodge your arrows before?"

"I have," Uryu admitted, "but not by so wide of a margin."

He drew back the string of his bow, and released it one hundred times in the next second, firing two 100 degree arcs of arrows, one at neck level and the other at belt level. Giriko vanished for a third time, reappearing in Uryu left rear quadrant. The Quincy turned and fired again, but increased the number of arrows and the angle of the arc they should have hit. Again, the Full-Bringer evaded with ease. A third barrage covered a slightly larger slice, but still did not connect.

"I have been informed that you can fire a much faster than you are now," the older man taunted, "Are you trying to trick me, or are you studying my speed? Or did you think I would not notice you increasing the breadth of your attacks?"

"Or perhaps it is simply that your powers have weakened over the past year," Giriko was much closer after evading the fourth set, "to much time spent studying and fighting schoolyard brawls must have dulled your instincts and weakened your Spiritual Pressure."

"I can't argue that thing have been peaceful since Aizen's defeat," Uryu agreed, sounding slightly desperate as he failed to keep up with the Full-Bringer, "And that I am unused to fighting someone with your current level of speed. But I am also observing how you movements…"

Giriko suddenly charged forward, his fist extended.

"…but I am also trying to draw you in," Ishida concluded. His bow vanished and a Seele Schneider appeared in each hand. The Quincy spun like a top, the sword-like arrows cutting two shining circles around him. One grazed Giriko's knuckles before the Full-Bringer managed to stop and reverse direction.

"Hmm," Uryu pushed up his glasses, "You can stop and turn a little faster than I calculated. I had only thought you were restraining your speed by about ten percent. To avoid that as cleanly as you did, it must be closer to fifteen percent."

"How do you know it is not more like twenty-five percent?" the Full-Bringer appeared directly in front of the Quincy and drilled a boxer's uppercut into the teen's chin.

"I still say we should just go down there and cut into those damn boxes," Kenpachi growled.

"As much as I agree," Byakuya told the other captain, "there are simply too many unknowns. Attacking the prisons may release those within, or may injure or kill them. Either way, attacking this Full-Bring would violate the spirit of the Head Captain's orders, if not their exact letter."

"Maybe not, Captain Kuchiki," Ikaku argued as carefully as he could, "We can't really be observing Ichigo and this Ginjo guy if we can't see or hear them."

"In that case, perhaps you should stop distracting us," Toshiro said angrily, "So we can complete the Kido and see if it will work."

Hitsugaya and Kuchiki resumed their chants. The spell they were using was not used very frequently, and they were not even sure it would work on the Full-Bringer's power. So they were both using the full chant, to achieve the maximum effect and efficiency.

"Bakudo Number 65: Bouenkyou-me," they announced at the same time. A flat plane of energy appeared before the five Soul Reapers, no unlike a television screen. It showed an image of an opulent room, and Uryu being launched into the air by the Full-Bringer behind him.

"Bah, the Quincy boy against that weak looking guy?" Kenpachi scoffed, "Boring, change the channel."

Toshiro and Byakuya complied, switching the focus of their spell on the second box. The picture this time was of Rukia swinging her blade at the mohawked teen.

"Hold for a minute," Byakuya instructed. Renji nodded his agreement, and the members of squad eleven had to choke down snorts of amusement.