Yan Si shoved the wrapped Asauchi back into the crevice in the rock, dusted off his hands, and walked over to the snack storage chest in the corner of the training ground.
The storage was a waist-high wooden chest with its lid half open.
He lifted the lid. Inside was a pile of snacks in all kinds of packaging, all brought back from the Human World by Urahara.
Potato chips, cookies, candy, and a few things he didn't recognize.
He casually picked up a chocolate bar and tore open the wrapper.
He took a bite. The chocolate melted in his mouth, its sweetness mingling with a faint bitterness from the cocoa as it spread across his tongue.
Rich and familiar.
Yan Si froze. He lowered his head to look at the half a piece of chocolate left in his hand, then glanced at the words on the wrapper.
The printing was clear and the design exquisite. It was obviously a product of modern industry.
Wait.
He picked up several more chocolate bars and examined their wrappers carefully.
The last time he had gone to the Human World to participate in the Quincy extermination campaign, the place had still been full of thatched huts and wooden buildings, and everyone had been wearing hemp clothing.
How long ago had that been?
He quickly chewed and swallowed the chocolate in his mouth, then dug several bags of chips and a few boxes of cookies out of the chest. Their packaging looked more modern than the last.
Could it be that a very long time had already passed?
The passage of time in Soul Society was vague.
The buildings never changed. The streets never changed. Even the scenery never changed.
Every day, he saw the same Seireitei, the same bluestone roads, and the same