*The cero fired at the second division is mysteriously deflected by an unseen, unknown force. The atmosphere suddenly becomes heavy and the trees in the area begin to wither as a light wind blows across the area...in an instant, a white-robed man with golden yellow hair ever-so-lightly lands on the ground with utmost silence and grace one foot at a time. The man stands up, looking at the two arrancar with a very tired and sober visage and watches the two carefully as his robes and hair blow in the wind*
I wake from my long-time nap to all this ruckus only to find two trouble-makers in my presence. What a pain, indeed...