Yuki swung her blade in a graceful arc, cleanly cutting through the mask of a hollow. She had just been walking through the park to take a short cut to Urahara's place so she could finally get back to Soul Society when a multitude of hollows appeared seemingly out of nowhere. She had killed more than she could remember, but they kept coming, with two, three, sometimes even four more filling the place of one dead hollow. However, she wasn't feeling even the least bit tired - in fact it was the opposite. Being stationed in the living world had many drawbacks, with the biggest one being that she couldn't just go train whenever she felt like in case she accidently killed a human. But now those humans were in danger and it wasn't her fault.
Five, ten, fifteen down, but Yuki noticed a slight decrease in the number of hollows actually coming to take their fallen ally's place. She continued at that pace, turning, swiping, stabbing with her blade. She was faster and more skilled, and soon the hollows were gone and Yuki stood among the remains of the last few hollows as they disintegrated and left for Soul Society, having being purified by her blade. However, it wasn't over - she could still sense hundreds of hollows all over the city, and without a second thought she shunpoed towards the nearest lot of hollows to lend aid to anyone in the area, or cut down the enemies herself.