To be quite honest, Orihime isn't sure what to do with her weapon in the slightest. When she'd picked up the leel relic (yes, leek in a very literal sense), she'd been mostly curious of what was apparently fresh produce doing in an armory. However, upon picking up the leek, she'd apparently accepted her position as "Lady of Leek" and was consequently forced to keep it. She didn't think she'd find something offensive to begin with, but, this was...

Well...a thing. It was a thing.

Following many other trainee hopefuls to the park and she figured that if she can use any skills in one war to fight another, she should take the opportunity to do so. She did feel a little silly walking around with a large onion in hand, but being self-conscious wasn't going to get here anywhere. She held the leek close to her chest as she walked between the groups, watching people pair off to practice magic or raise swords to one another. It was in watching that something stood out--or rather, someone.

Orihime blinks, does a double take, and then outright stares. He hadn't been one of the Shinigami she spent a lot of time with, but he is a hard person to misplace.

She wasn't just seeing things, right?

"...K-Kyouraku-san?"