War of Succession



"There is only one Kenpachi every era."

"That is a rule, and also an unavoidable destiny."

"Because when a strong person finds another strong one, they stop using the sword just for themselves."

"Suddenly, their sword is used to either kill..."

"...or raise the other strong person."

Act 1
A storm had swept across the Rukongai and Soul Society, ruining what was otherwise a clear and beautiful day. The storm would feel... unnatural, as if it were conjured by someone.

At the entrance to the 11th Division Barracks, a shadow stood amongst the rain and thunder, looking at the wet earth beneath them as if they were a lifeless puppet. They wore a wet and tattered set of robes, lined and adored with various ropes and chains, with several wooden doll heads and Buddha statues dangling from their various belts and straps. A white mask was wrapped around her face, one displaying the face of a demon.

The eye sockets inside of the mask, previously black and lifeless, became alight with a yellow glow as she slowly tilted her head up to look at the entrance of the Barracks. She drew a katana from the sheathe on her hip, and began to clang it against a bell that she carried with her other hand. The ringing of this bell would be haunting, sinister even for those who could hear it. It was not a mere wake up call as one would expect, however.

It was a challenge.