"Maybe he was just tired," Uryū chimed in from the sidelines, adjusting his glasses. "The Gotei 13 has been under a lot of stress lately."
Ganju’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "He was wearing the standard shihakusho , yeah, but his Captain's haori was tattered at the edges, like it had been shredded by a million tiny blades. And his eyes... they weren't white and black. They were a deep, pulsing violet, like two bruised suns." 40 : The Shinigami Ganju Saw
"No, you don't get it," Ganju hissed, leaning in so close Ichigo could smell the gunpowder on his breath. "I was taking a shortcut through the Fourth Division woods—don't ask why—and I saw a figure standing by the creek. At first, I thought it was just another soul reaper out for a stroll, but then he turned around." "Maybe he was just tired," Uryū chimed in
Ichigo paused, his brow furrowed. "The Fortieth? You mean Squad 40?" And his eyes
The dust in the Seirei-tei training grounds hadn’t even settled when Ganju Shiba slammed his palm against the stone wall. "I’m telling you, I saw it! A Shinigami... but not like the others."
"That’s what they want you to think!" Ganju insisted, pointing a shaky finger toward the central spires of the Seirei-tei. "But I know what I saw. That wasn't a man, and it wasn't a ghost. It was a memory that forgot to die."
"There is no Squad 40," Uryū stated flatly. "The divisions only go up to thirteen."