"Today seems like a good day to walk."
Andrew had been standing on one of Ireland's emerald green hills as he held his arms out and took in a deep breath. There had been a time in his life where he had been more accustomed to being in the city and around plenty of people. When he was younger he had been always anxious about being in an open space without being able to do much of anything at all. However, as he had to keep himself hidden from the sight of the shinigami ranks due to his mask, he started to find not only peace but also a greater respect and understanding of the land around him. When he had escaped he didn't have much, but he had patience and luckily all of the time in the world as long as he didn't make too much of a disturbance.
The shinigami had spent many years living off the land as it were. On top of learning to farm, he learned how to hunt animals for food. He gained a greater understanding and respect for the animal kingdom Eventually with all of the skills he learned he had been able to reinvent himself and start over once more. Now the question in his mind was what will happen with this newest reinvention? Even though there had been concerns that the vizard will not be able to pull off the job, but there were things he never really could forget. As he looked down at his zanpaktou, one thing was clear: even with all of the years that had gone by there was never an indication that he had truly forgotten about how to use his zanpaktou.