So ... I have Serial numbers for my stolen shit. I try Sony Playstation and Nintendo. And what do I get? They need a subpoena. I talk to the cops. They need an IP address attached to the systems in order for them to issue a subpoena. The game companies won't give an IP address for the systems without a subpoena. Which leaves me with no way for the police nor the companies to help me track my stolen shit.
Worst of all the person I knew stole my shit, has by now sold it off to random people for drug money. And I'm basically stonewalled by legal bullshit for getting my shit back. Sure I have insurance, and will recoup a majority of my shit back. But it sucks when the law is unable to do shit to right a wrong all because the law prevents me from simply giving my serial numbers, my log in information, and proof of who I am. To track down my property. So the cops can get it, find out that it was Billy who sold them the stuff. Then arrest his ass.
Seireitei is crumbling and the Gotei is a shell of its former self. Ravaged by the plague, the surviving Shinigami struggle to maintain the balance, but with so few of them left, the work is taxing and their fortress-city has fallen to neglect. Spread thin across all fronts, their diminished presence has been noted by friend and foe alike.
The Arrancar have rebuilt Las Noches and are rallying. The throne remains empty, but self-styled Espada have risen up from among them and are vying for control, each one endlessly testing the others’ weaknesses. Too evenly matched for any one of them to claim the crown, they bide their time, waiting for the opportune moment.
On Earth, all seems well—but there is a war being fought in the shadows as the mortals find themselves lacking the protection they once had and so sorely need. The Quincy, having realized the oppressive specter of the Shinigami is no more, are flourishing, and are fighting the Hollow-breeds with renewed vigor.