The first mission.
The wind blew sharply from Ulquiorra’s spot on the building’s rooftop. Even dressing nothing but the customary white vest, the Espada remained motionless, apparently unaware of the extreme weather conditions around himself: Speckles of snow tinted white the ground down bellow and shards of ice could be seen hanging from the surrounding debris sharp edges; yet Ulquiorra didn’t even feel then, or at least not to the extreme degree humans did. Pitiful creatures, substantially faulty for filling the world with trash, the 4th Espada could feel them all, the dots on the map’s city, every single creature releasing spiritual energy was another thread. If only he could identify them.
A quick jerk, followed by a flash step and Ulquiorra was nowhere to be seen again. For the first time upon arriving to this strange world, he had a mission, albeit an admittedly unimportant one; whereas he wasn’t one to retreat without having completed his task, no, somewhere within his hollow self there was the need to finish it, to resurge successful. Now, he only needed to find those two odd individuals whom skills would be certainly helpful.
“…it begins. Beware, trash.”