Post by Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.) on Dec 17, 2016 23:08:59 GMT -5
Senshi had just been released from her mental therapy yet again. They had dictated that she was stable enough to get back on duty as a Shinigami. She had immediately upon seeing her sword, her partner had tried contacting him...only for silence. She was saddened as her partner didn't seem to respond...until she heard one word. "Senshi." Her cerulean blue eyes widened wanting again to hear her partner, but no calls came. Of course. Walking off down the street in her black robes, she could hear whispers. Slanders came as she had been called a loose cannon, a traitor, a psychopath. She didn't really know how to feel about hearing such things. They all never noticed her before. However, it took just one moment of attacking Yetsuna...the Vice Captain for the word to spread even though she felt as if she was attacked and provoked first. She was the one sought out.
She was once a shy young girl that nobody really seemed to notice, but to be gaining this infamy among her peers made her feel even greater discouragement. She felt as if nobody really understood her and felt there was no chance at redemption. Leaving the gates of the Seireitei, and then later to Rukongai, she had walked into the great mysterious forestry of the land. Every Shinigami on the way out had spoke about her in many different ways. Some people had said curses about her. Some had called her a weakling. Some had felt pity but did not want to be outcasted as she had. She understood all of this, as it was simply human nature. In her short life, she had always walked a lonely road...until she met those two. Kenji Fujitora and Shikadai no last name had been her friends until their deaths.
The woman had been wearing a Shinigami uniform that seemed two sizes too large for her and she was only 5,4. She was rather short and could possibly be mistaken for a young teenager. However, the woman was in all actuality in her twenties in terms of appearance and was around a century year old...maybe a bit beyond that. She had thought about the path she walked, and found that it was not worth going through any longer. She had looked to the sky, before she had heard the cry of a hollow in the near distance. "Extend above the Heavens and fly Shonin Joka." Thus her blade had released turning into a three foot Tanto held in her left hand. She had blurred from sight as she appeared deeper into the forestry where she had somehow found herself quickly surrounded on all sides by the wild beasts.
After slaughtering ten with her swordsmanship skills, the beasts had aimed to surround her all at once in a circular formation. "Extend." The blade had suddenly burst from the sudden intake of reiatsu of the previous hollow...becoming thirty feet long and killing twelve hollow with ease before her blade had been sheathed. The Hollow dissipated into black particles, and she stared at them contemplating their existence. She had slowly sat down in the calm location...against the trunk of a tree with her head lowered into her knees. Was she a monster? If so, was she truly deserving of life? Was she ungrateful for the goodness she already had? She didn't know. She decided at this point she didn't want to kill herself...yet. It was still a thought that crossed her mind often.
She reflected on her former self wondering how it all came down to this. She would find herself imagining her younger self within the Shino Academy training hard in the art of the Shinigami. She had recalled her first missions in the real world and the odd adventures she had...how odd she was. She had then began to cry. For the first time in a long time, she had openly cried into her knees. It was not a silent sob, but a loud bawl as her heart ached. Why had she fallen down as she progressed? Why had this paradox come into existence? Senshi had only wished to build bonds that others had, but she lacked the bravery or the courage to seek them out. She hated the world because she hated herself. Her heart pounded in her chest...until at some point her tears had stopped and she felt empty.
She was once a shy young girl that nobody really seemed to notice, but to be gaining this infamy among her peers made her feel even greater discouragement. She felt as if nobody really understood her and felt there was no chance at redemption. Leaving the gates of the Seireitei, and then later to Rukongai, she had walked into the great mysterious forestry of the land. Every Shinigami on the way out had spoke about her in many different ways. Some people had said curses about her. Some had called her a weakling. Some had felt pity but did not want to be outcasted as she had. She understood all of this, as it was simply human nature. In her short life, she had always walked a lonely road...until she met those two. Kenji Fujitora and Shikadai no last name had been her friends until their deaths.
The woman had been wearing a Shinigami uniform that seemed two sizes too large for her and she was only 5,4. She was rather short and could possibly be mistaken for a young teenager. However, the woman was in all actuality in her twenties in terms of appearance and was around a century year old...maybe a bit beyond that. She had thought about the path she walked, and found that it was not worth going through any longer. She had looked to the sky, before she had heard the cry of a hollow in the near distance. "Extend above the Heavens and fly Shonin Joka." Thus her blade had released turning into a three foot Tanto held in her left hand. She had blurred from sight as she appeared deeper into the forestry where she had somehow found herself quickly surrounded on all sides by the wild beasts.
After slaughtering ten with her swordsmanship skills, the beasts had aimed to surround her all at once in a circular formation. "Extend." The blade had suddenly burst from the sudden intake of reiatsu of the previous hollow...becoming thirty feet long and killing twelve hollow with ease before her blade had been sheathed. The Hollow dissipated into black particles, and she stared at them contemplating their existence. She had slowly sat down in the calm location...against the trunk of a tree with her head lowered into her knees. Was she a monster? If so, was she truly deserving of life? Was she ungrateful for the goodness she already had? She didn't know. She decided at this point she didn't want to kill herself...yet. It was still a thought that crossed her mind often.
She reflected on her former self wondering how it all came down to this. She would find herself imagining her younger self within the Shino Academy training hard in the art of the Shinigami. She had recalled her first missions in the real world and the odd adventures she had...how odd she was. She had then began to cry. For the first time in a long time, she had openly cried into her knees. It was not a silent sob, but a loud bawl as her heart ached. Why had she fallen down as she progressed? Why had this paradox come into existence? Senshi had only wished to build bonds that others had, but she lacked the bravery or the courage to seek them out. She hated the world because she hated herself. Her heart pounded in her chest...until at some point her tears had stopped and she felt empty.