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It is time for things to go underway while Shirogane had led the way out of the Senkaimon. Then followed the Captain, who was to test him. He didn't realize that he was behind him this entire time or rather, he didn't pay any mind to his presence. When exiting one world and entering anew, where...

How Long had it been? One...no, two hundred years? Two hundred since Maho Kojima Captain of the Ninth Division had stood in the same place as Shirogane as A young up and coming Shinigami who had aspirations of being a Captain of the Gotei thirteen. Two centuries prior, Maho had shown the entire...

Listen as you read The day has finally arrived where the goal to join among the most elite of soldiers of the Gotei 13, it is all decided right here in the Valley of Screams (叫谷, Kyōgoku). By the sound of its name, it must hold many memories of every battle that too place within its domain. A...

護廷十三隊

So that was the end of it? His efforts for naught, completely void of results. A combination of faulty judgement on his own abilities and choices had built the foundation to his downfall. The rest came in the form of an even poorer judgement of his opponent’s thoughts as well as his actions...

If Nibui's aim was to annoy his proctor, to earn his ire — then he had accomplished his goal, a hundred times over. The ethereal dashed forward unopposed, eviscerating the oppressive reiatsu along nonexistent seams. Nibui's blade passed harmlessly through Kyomu's reflective image. It didn't take...

For the most minimalistic of moments, it seemed as though there was success in his actions. The Captain was a slippery one, his speed was far beyond Nibui’s own and such a success would have been immense in his eyes. A glint of hope kindled and extinguished within the very same moment...

Cold steel cleaved seamlessly through flesh — Nibui's expression betraying him, exposing the pain that coursed from the wound. The boy still mid-attack brought it to a forceful end, blood spurting and flowing from the still open wound, the arm that was aiding him up to now, loose..lifeless...

For a brief moment, Nibui believed that he had been too stubborn for his own good, perhaps he had truly ended the road for himself in his bold act of retaliation against the Captain’s advance on him. It was clear what Kyomu’s blade was initially targeting but something had changed, although it...

The thralls of combat, a gluttonous monster that had consumed countless men and women alike who answered it's siren’s call. It excited the flesh, caused one’s blood to boil, and in those fleeting moments of primitive euphoria — became the undoing of those unable to resist its allured as they...

So it had begun and one of the two combatants seemed a lot more intent on finishing this encounter as swiftly as possible than the other. Nibui had not quite, anticipated, such an action from Kyomu, but it was not to say that it wasn’t considered. Head to head combat was not the Captain’s focus...

As Kyomu spoke, his examinee remained still, patient, waiting for his proctor to say all that he desired to say in that moment. He did not seek to rush the battle, to capitalize on any perceived openings in the Captain’s stance. Smart. Still, it did nothing to curry the favor of the dead pan...

There wasn’t much waiting to be done it seemed. To think that the Second Division’s Captain was this gifted at his art, it was most definitely impressive. But of course, what else could one expect of someone who had landed themselves in such a position? Even then, for a Captain of the Second...

He could still remember the message relayed to him, orders handed down from the Head Captain himself. There was one who wished to wear the haori of Captain, for the Eleventh Division no less. He had narrowly passed his first assessment by the skin of his teeth to reach this mark. That was the...

So it was finally time, there was no backing out, no rethinking the situation, now or never. He was well aware that now was not the time to doubt himself or reconsider the situation he had gotten himself into, of his own volition, yet he couldn’t help but do exactly that. Would he do well or...

護廷十三隊

The last thing to grace his vision was a flash of green and silver. Despite the brief inkling of pain—something inconceivably foreign to him—the whole exchange was rather.. beautiful. An opponent hadn’t made him feel this way in several decades. The will. The passion. It was exhilarating...

The entire Valley of screams groaned in agony. The sky blackened, as swirls of bright green and silver danced along the sky like paint being splashed upon a canvas. In truth, such destruction was beautiful. The outburst of rival spiritual energies churned up the remainder of the stone beneath...

The passiveness that shaped Higen’s position during this examination was haunting him, of course. Allowing his opponent to take a subtle lead in order to appropriately gauge him was a necessary precaution and had significant differences to Higen’s demeanor when he simply wanted to exterminate...

"I SAID, not so fast...!" he thought to himself. This would be Maho’s last attempt to get the upper hand on Higen. Close quarters combat was an art form. As opposed to techniques that can be released at a distance, when it came to CQC only so much can occur in such a small time frame. Those who...