[ There's a familiar burst of rieatsu off to the side and Byakuya gets about five seconds to adjust his expectations to this trip - because seeing Kurosaki Ichigo in Kyoto definitely doesn't match up to anything he'd thought he'd be dealing with before leaving. Then, there he is, popping into view in front of him with his hands clenched into fists and his expression decidedly... agitated. Byakuya looks up at him slowly, taking in the tension more or less emanating from his frame and realises only then that perhaps, beneath that lanky posture and overbearing attitude, Ichigo is in fact, a little highly strung.

No doubt, he's already preparing mentally for another battle that isn't his.

The things they've done to this man. ]

Aside from Renji's assumption that visiting modern Kyoto would be illuminating - [ His gaze slips sideways, the closest he gets to actively rolling his eyes in public. ] - no. Nothing is wrong.

[ Eyes narrowing a fraction in thought, he glances back at Ichigo, taking him in properly - he can't remember seeing him in modern, casual clothes before. Always, the shihakusho. Always, the badge and the gleam of his zanpakuto slung over his shoulder. Even during the wedding, he'd been more formally dressed. Against the backdrop of the temple grounds, quite some distance from Karakura Town, he looks oddly misplaced, somehow - a ridiculous thought, of course, seeing as Ichigo hails from the world of the living and is free to move around within it as he pleases, surely, it's only...

Well. It makes you remember, doesn't it, that he's a human first, even with all the rest. ]

Why are you here?