To Right an Injustice

Price for a Life
Somewhere within the Torrential Lands were the Dragon Plains, a large stretch of land that embodied the whimsical nature of what was to the Coven known more precisely as the Animal Realm. Ever changing and shifting, they were at present a large forest with trees formed of immaculate crystal formations, yet retaining all the details expected. Soon the environment would change again, but to what was a question few could answer aside from the dragons themselves.

It was in these serene surroundings that the man who'd slain Shunsui found himself. Stumbling out from a blinding flash of green light, the Sorcerer grinned at the thought at what he had accomplished, during his lifetime he'd taken the lives of both a Kido Corps Commander and now the Captain-Commander himself. He'd surely be remembered for the coming ages for these feats.

However, while he was praising his most recent act of murder, he saw from the corner of his eye two feminine figures who stood a few paces from him. Whirling around to face them, prepared to destroy them if he had to, his eyes opened wide as his gaze met theirs, cold dread worming in his stomach. For the two women were none other than the spirits of Shunsui Kyōraku's Zanpakutō, Katen Kyōkotsu. He'd never actually seen them before, but he knew this with great certainty, and as if to confirm so, the taller extended a hand and pointed at his chest.

It was in that moment that Shunsui's last act came into effect, however late it might be. Nobu fell forward on his knees as numerous bleeding wounds appeared all over his body, with his chest finally splitting apart to reveal a deep stabbing wound that appeared out of nothing. Finally, the killing blow was reproduced upon Nobu, although not perfectly. His right hand and shoulder abruptly began to petrify and turn to black stone, which then began to crumble away as the sorcerer grounded his teeth in great agony. Soon, his entire right arm was encased and then it shattered away into nothing, erased from existence. Without that bit of support, Nobu fell to the ground, coughing up a viscious black sludge of cursed blood and bile.

"D-damn you.. Kyōraku Shunsui!" The man wheezed out while he crawled around, struggling to get up and failing miserably. All he could do was ensure his survival, and so he did by turning his body to stone through magic and then mending his own body as he lay there. But try as he might, while he might close the wounds, the damage was still done and his arm was irreversibly lost.