He'd known the answer to his other question without even asking it, but it was good to know that he wasn't the only shinigami here who's power was blocked.

And then... it hit. For the second time that day, he'd been caught off his guard. It had to be some kind of record. Gin's earlier assessment of the day had been accurate. It was in fact, a very bad day and showed no signs of getting better. There was only one upside to the entire ordeal; his hand was up Ran's shirt.

It was of small comfort as he doubled over, crumpling in pain. Was it supposed to be some last meal before the execution? With his free hand, he gripped the table, head hanging down as he winced at the sudden, debilitating pain.