[ Polite he may be, Urahara still doesn't need a second invitation. He scoops up the shield in both hands, half expecting an unpleasant zap for troubles. A curious frown forms as he studies the shape, the metal, and a half a dozen other details. ]

Hmm, so it responds the moment there's conflict. Like it knows what you'll need. Interesting. [ Spirit swords needed commands. They only changed shape when their wielder commanded that power. It lends credence to Dixon's theory. If the weapon could compensate for the owner's lack of training to some extent, it would make sense. Though at the bit about kung-fu, his brows shoot it up. ]

Really? That's quite a list of attributes. How many times have you used it? [ Curiosity piles up like a bunch of rambunctious kittens scrambling for attention. Theories and questions compete for attention. ]

Ah, names. That'd be polite, yeah? [ Setting the shield to the side, Kisuke bows. ] Kisuke Urahara, shopkeep, from Karakura Town, Japan.