District 80. Though he had been born here, grown here, it was not a stroll he wanted to take. At least, not until he had become Captain. But that position was a long way off, and in his eyes, this was the first real step towards that goal since he had gone through the academy. This mission could not, [i]would not[/i] deter that. 

He turned down a side street, heading for a black house with decades old dried blood on the door. Over his shoulder, he saw his compatriot raise an eyebrow. "This isn't my former home. This is the home of an old...I guess you could call him an acquaintance." He said as he walked inside, greeting an old, blind man by name; a rare sight considering their location. "Sandeyuri. It's Kakashi, the boy you named scarecrow. We're looking for your son. We're looking for Sayuri."

The old man started up from his cot, excited. He walked as if he had eyes, and clasped Kenny like a father hugging his long lost son, then slapped him in the face. "140 years and no word?! Not one letter?! Sayuri may be my child by birth but YOU are my son. And a Shinigami too, by your Reiatsu. If you're looking for Sayuri, try the brothel. If he isn't there, try District 63. He hates you though. You remember what he did to you as kids."