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    Chapter Two: The Second Blade A young girl travelled though the villages of room and the lands in between. Her silver hair flowing behind her in a single ponytail. Heiwana Ketsumatsu and for a long time she had been on the same quest. Searching for a single man, but for all her time, she had never found him. But she refused to give up the search. That man was her older brother and he had been missing from her side for a long time. She remembered the last time she had seen him, only because she saw it in her nightmares. Consumed by a beast that here in soul society was known as a hollow as for her she had been saved a seconds after she had watched her brother eaten a shinigami saved her life and she would forever be grateful to them and if it came to it. She would extend her search to Seritei. She had search the areas of Rukon for almost two years and it had been a long time, not a lonely two years. Heiwana was always making friends where ever she went, admittedly maybe not always the right friends as she had often help kids steal from others so they could eat, but she couldn’t bare to watch them starve, when she could though she paid and took whatever she had purchased with grace. One of her first purchases in her life in Rukon had been a foolish one and a lesson well learned. A sliver silk ribbon was what held her hair in its form. However the mistake she had made was the fact she needed food to sustain her power, power she only realised she had as her stomach started eating at her reserves to survive. But it was a lesson well learned and now food was always on her mind and where it would be coming from. Money certainly isn’t easy to come by in Rukon, in fact most bartering is done with valuables alone. Tools, fabric, food, clean water. Whatever one could trade. In the outer district Heiwana had discovered people forced to sell themselves just so they could have a meal or a roof over there head for a night, but sometimes even that wasn’t enough. Not everyone was kind out in the rough end of Rukon. Thieves and murders and worst roamed streets looking out for now one but themselves. This had lead to one of Heiwana’s most regrettable purchases a small kitchen knife she kept wrapped in a blanket underneath her shirt. However technically she had no need for such a weapon as she had something far more valuable. Something that swung gently around her hips, but not something she flaunted. A curved crystal blue sheath gently swayed. The guard of the blade depicted two waves rushing away from one another and the hilt a darker shade of blue to then sheath. This was Heiwana’s Zanpakuto, but although she was proud to have such a gift, she feared it. Strangers in districts whispered when she past by and some shops refused to serve her. Which is why she attempted to stay closer to Seritei in the richer districts, closer to where the Shinigami’s live. Her Zanpakuto had appeared after several reoccurring dreams... no nightmares. A four legged creature made of rushing water approached her, giant in form and whenever it drew close it threatened to drown her, forcing Heiwana to back away. After a few of these dreams, Heiwana had discovered that the being meant no ill will and instead held the beast at arms length so it would not drown her, but close enough so she could feel the soft flow of the water that acted as the creatures skin. It often tried to lead her, but Heiwana refused, she felt she couldn’t trust the beast and follow it into the depths of her dream. However it was much more welcome than the other nightmare that clouded her mind. At night she would remember the last time she saw her brother. Ghosts chained to their home refusing to say goodbye to the world they had come to love and the parents that could never see them again, both of them had spent days moaning. It was after a week that they had been found by hollow. Her brother had instantly taken action, he could do very little, but he acted as bait for as long as he could. Heiwana’s brother had always been protective of her, if not a little over protective sometimes, she could never scold him though, his heart was always in the right place. The saddest thing about the day though wasn’t only the fact she’d lost her brother to hollow. It was that a Shinigami was seconds away and was capable of saving Heiwana. If her brother had chosen to wait he might have joined her in Rukon. But every time this dream came to mind, the thought of becoming a Shinigami came more appealing. Perhaps her brother was trapped as a hollow and she would be the one to save him. Such thoughts filled her with hope and a smile was brought to her face as she came to the next village and found refuge for the night. The next morning came with a rumble. But only from Heiwana’s stomach, she had dreamt last night, of her water beast. It had once again tried to lead her away, today far more aggressively as usual, trying to force her out of her comfort zone and into the depths of who knows what. But she couldn’t understand the spirit so there was no point in prying to much. So instead Heiwana made her way out of the shabby porch she had slept under and began to search for food. Already the market stalls where out and about and the civilians of Rukon were trying to make their living. Heiwana couldn’t afford much, so she bought herself some bread, that by the feel had begun to grow stale. But it was all she could afford and she needed to eat. So she found somewhere quiet to eat and tore of a healthy chunk. Then while in the middle of breakfast Heiwana heard footsteps of the creaky boards of the hut she was hiding inside, so peering though a rotten plank of wood she saw a large man, gross in appearance and clearly drive by instinct rather than his brain. Heiwana decided it would be best to sneak out quietly than cause a ruckus, with a Zanpakuto she would be portrayed as the guilty one. Especially in Rukon. So she hopped out of the window and as soon as she felt she was out of the mans ear shot she rushed into a sprint into the woods. The next village was quite a walk away, but it would give her more time to think on what to do. She clearly had the power to become a Shinigami, her Zanpakuto was proof of that. Whether she’d be a good Shinigami was a whole other story, the very occupation had Shinigami’s dancing with death each day. Could she really risk her own life. However her cowardice was pushed aside by shame as she remembered her brother fearlessly running towards the hollow. He wouldn’t have hesitated for a second if it was him, he would have become a Shinigami to save her. So now she will for him. Gripping her Zanpakuto handle for the first time with pride filling her veins, she walk towards her new destination. Seritei and the Gotei. She wouldn’t rest until she had become a Shinigami. She figured it would be a long road. But at the end was a prize unlike any other. Soon it would be several hours after Heiwana left the village she had rested in for the night. She had also know the direction to the next village or at least the general direction. When she got close enough she often tried to follow the sounds of voices as even though it was a few hours after lunch, it should still be busy in the village, but it was completely silent. After some time, Heiwana smelt burning, a crisp stench came though the trees and made her hold her nose. What could be going on? She had thought as she followed her nose towards the village and the stench got worse with each step. When she came to the edge of the trees. She saw the first culprit of the smell, many of the houses, shacks and building had at one point being alight with flame and now were black and smoking embers. But it wasn’t just burning. Heiwana ventured further into the village to her horror. A mountain of corpses stood before her. One could nearly call them bodies as they were ripped into pieces. “What manner of monster co-“ Heiwana begins but it caught up by the smell that she now knows is bodied and goes behind a building to release her breakfast from her stomach. After a while of gasping and trying to regain her composure Heiwana notices something else. Something beyond her burning of the building, the smell of corpses and the blood, soaking into the sand. It was something she had never noticed before as it had never caught her attention. Walking over to the mountains of bodies again, totally oblivious to the smell. She holds out her hand and a warm feeling travels up her arm. Spiritual pressure or remains of it. She could sense it. But Heiwana couldn’t understand why this had caught her attention. For a second Heiwana closes her eyes and the final memory of her brother flashes before her eyes and the spiritual pressure grows in nostalgia and her eyes well up with tears as she looks at the bodies. “No...” she moans though tears and she pushes them away from her eyes. She didn’t want to believe that one of these bodies could be..... behind her! Heiwana rushes over to a crater in the ground. Mixed with other spiritual pressure, the nostalgic one was still present, in fact if she concentrated she noticed it all around the village. There must have been a hollow attack. ‘Could my brother already be a Shinigami?’ Heiwana dares to imagine only increasing the want to become a Shinigami herself. Her goal was undoubtedly set in her mind.
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    Seigland would sigh as she sat on her favorite couch with a bottle of whine , she had somehow shorted her powers out due to overuseage what a cruel world they lived in. She couldn't even summon a bow anymore it was as if she had somehow reset back to her days as a soldat trainee , Seigland would take a long swig of her whine as she wiggled her fingers on her free hand small reishi particles accumulating and then dispersing. "Oh how the mighty have fallen woop de doo" she would say as she began to down the whole whine bottle. Ever since Seigland lost her powers and was excommunicated from the reich she had turned to alcohol to numb her soul. Once the bottle was empty our slightly buzzed heiress to the Lange family name would toss her empty glass bottle on the white marble floor , "SOMEBODY COME CLEAN THIS UP IMMEDEATLY!!" She would demmand screaming at the top of her lungs. Servants throughout the compound scrambled to her location to be greeted with a drunken master who was simply pointing to the shattered green glass on the floor , they would simply nod as a servant girl began to pick up the shards with her bare hands. Ms.Lange would make herself scarce wobbling out to her garden where she would sit on a stone bench. The garden had fallen to shambles a once beatiful place was now littered with dead folliage , Seigland had to let many servants go to fund her side projects she had going she had plans for true peace so the quincy could prosper once again. Seigland would stumble back inside after a quick nap looking like a depraved maniac "my people need a leader in these times and a light to follow" she would say to herself as she retreated to her personal chambers , she had some calls that needed to be made.
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    “Hey what was that for?” Yoshirou asked surprised. Metabee quickly replied explaining his thoughts. “Ah, you misunderstand. I know what you say is true and I have fully confidence in your words but what gets me is something different. I truly believe what I said earlier and that good will always find away but… Everything will to start changing again and after yesterday’s events and it will happen at a much faster pace.” Pausing for a moment, Yoshirou gazes back at the flowers. “I should probably even start planning a “will” so that the Clan has a clear direction and leadership just incase. Things I’ve put off for far to long. Ah, but anyways…” Yoshi stands up, facing Metabee. Right now they were alone so it was the best time to talk about things they didn't want others to hear. Not because they were being secretive but there was no need to cause a panic or needless worry over things they didn't fully understand yet. “So what do you think about him and the gates of Hell appearing?” He was referring to Sama’el. Its not often you get to witness the gates of Hell as close as they did nor meet such a Sinner.
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    The first location that Metabee decided to check was the dining room. Both his and the Noble's hunger was at the same level and both of them needed a good breakfast to be able to do their duties. However, upon turning up at the dining room he was greeted by Scarlett and Olivia while there was no sign of Yoshirou. When asked about this the two maids said that Yoshirou was so busy with his duties that he took his breakfast on the go. On the contrary, Metabee was not in a rush so he decided to sit down and eat calmly and at his own pace. The maids checked on his from time to time and even made small talk about his first impressions of the previous day. Metabee avoided mentioning anything negative to them and managed to keep it positive all the way through. Like Harold said they had their own battle to fight in the mansion so they shouldn't be worried about unneccesary things. However, that wasn't fully possible. They would worry about them either way. There was nothing worse than feeling powerless and being able to wait for the result but nonetheless the Captain wanted to ease their burdens. Everyone did. After he was done eating, he thanked the maids and continued on his search for Yoshirou. In this massive mansion it was very hard to find a specific person so in the end he decided to ask one of the guards. They directed him to a garden so now that he knew where to go heading there was no big problem. When Metabee arrived there he found the Noble by himself sitting on the bench. The garden was empty save for all the different kinds of flowers and the two Shinigami. The Captain approached him and sat on the bench. He raised his right foot to his left knee and rested his elbows on the back support of the bench before letting out a sigh. Surely both of them had a lot on their mind following the previous day but this mood will not do. Metabee then slapped the Noble in the back of the head,'No sulking! Seiretei has been invaded countless times but each time we prevailed. Of course there was a lot of damage done but each time it was rebuilt. Our two squads were destroyed but here we are, with everything as normal. If Seiretei falls, as long as there is Shinigami we will rebuild and if not we will simply find a new place to reside. The Quincies were meant to be on the brink of extinction but they seem to be doing fine, just in smaller numbers.' It was not the end of the world and it wouldn't be. They would always find a way, no matter which race it was.
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    It had only been about an hour and a half since Yoshirou woke up but it felt longer. Since washing up this morning and leaving his room he’s been going none stop. So much so that he had to eat his breakfast on the going despite not having a proper meal the night before. Under different circumstances these conditions might warrant a union meeting or strike perhaps… Among the many tasks Yoshirou has already checked off his “to do list” was speak with JDan. As head of security he needed to know about Jessica’s whereabouts though he would not be informed of the missions details; for now Yoshi wished to keep it under wraps. By the way Jessica chose to take Gemma with her, which was a splendid choice. Not only have they been on missions before in the past but Gemma also has a brother that’s a Vizard. With no concrete leads on their whereabouts it’s certainly a good start to assume that a Vizard might know or heard about a Vizard Merc group. Perhaps her mission wont take nearly as long as he assumed it might. There was also a mound of paperwork that needed to get sorted through, but more importantly the Noble had to create an official document of approval for Kenlaw. Although any supplies, manpower, and money would come from the Clan they still handled all business matters, even volunteer work, with the proper procedures; documenting and logging all the required info. Although there was still more papers and documents to sift through Yoshirou needed a break. With the events of yesterday still heavy on his mind he headed to one of his favorite places to simply sit and ponder; the main gardens that the upper rooms over looked. Besides its peacefulness the other reason he liked this garden so much was that the guards knew not to disturb him there unless its an emergency, although Metabee was a different story. He sat on a bench while thinking over things, staring off into the vast assortment of colors in front of him. It was his favorite sections of the garden that he called the wild flower garden, which was very misleading. It wasn’t wild flowers at all but numerous different plant species living together side by side creating this beautiful canvas of color you see now. Something that should be almost impossible but there’s no denying the facts before you; only if the world was really like this...
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    When Metabee woke up the sun was already high in the sky meaning that it was a bit after noon. It was a pretty late time to wake up, even for his standards, and he was sure that everyone was scurrying about doing their duties without fail. However, considering the time they got back at the Captain was able to get an average 7 hours sleep. He sat up and looked out the window but the sun shone directly on his eyes so he put his arm over them as if to run away from the light. Thinking about lights, he was reminded of the sight he saw last night but wasn't sure if it was just some weird dream or if it was real. As far as he knew Shinigami only had one Inner World which should not change, yet such a phenomenon happened right before his eyes. He wanted to check it as soon as possible but if he went in his boxers like he was now the two Spirits would surely have a field day making jokes out of it. So, Metabee got out his bed and went to have a shower and got dressed. He then made his bed and stepped out to the balcony. The Captain closed his eyes and entered his Inner World. In reality, it was very bright and the sun was high up in the sky but in his Inner World there was no sign of a sun or a moon, there was only a dark sky filled with stars. There were many lights surrounding him but he didn't even know if they were real or artificial. He bent down and took a flower into his hand. Even after being separated from the earth, the light given off by the flower did not fade,'How peculiar,' he said to himself. Metabee didn't recall seeing any flower like this before, especially ones that glowed but even if he wanted to examine what caused this light he couldn't take it out of his Inner World. However, just like the previous night his two Spirits didn't show any signs of themselves. If something bad happened to them he would have known so they must be fine. He looked around as he explored but still no sign of them until the only place that he didn't look was the castle. Was it even safe to enter it though? The words of the flames caused him doubts. As long as he didn't sit on the throne nothing bad should happen but at the same time he had no guarantee of that. In the end, he decided to go in and explore. The gates of the castle opened themselves as soon as Metabee got close to them as if inviting him further in. Torches on the wall lit up as he walked which brightened up the the long corridor. From the gates it looked to be a straight long corridor up until another set of big doors which was probably the throne room. A red carpet filled the corridor and there were many decorations on the walls like all sorts of weapons or ornaments. However, what got his attention the most was large pictures that covered the majority of the walls. The first few were very blurry and couldn't be recognised but the further he got the more he realised what they showed. They were his life events. Good or bad, anything of importance was illustrated on these pictures. All the pictures made him feel weird but if you thought about it wasn't this how Zanpakuto Spirits saw the lives of their owners? They would watch the lives of their owners 24/7 for all eternity but they would find that a lot of it was simply mediocre. However, throughout that life were many highlights, ones that were now illustrated as pictures in his case. It made sense in a way for them to be here but it didn't exactly make him feel any better as it felt like some outsider was looking into his head. Finally, Metabee reached the doors of the throne room and walked through them. The throne room was quite a large room but compared to the many decorations of the corridor it felt quite empty. The main attraction of the room was where the red carpet ended, the throne. The room was not at an equal level as there were several steps leading towards the throne which showed clear superiority. On both sides of the throne were torch stands which were lit but they were the same black flames he saw yesterday. The throne itself looked comfortable but it wasn't empty. Sitting upon it was an adult man, who apart from his white shirt wore all black from head to toe. He was dressed in a black suit with the addition of a trench coat of the same colour it was quite similar to what Metabee was wearing right now actually. The stubble on the man's face revealed his age but also gave him an aura of wisdom, his messy black hair could be said to be quite long for menly standards though it wasn't even long enough to reach the collar of his coat. The man's black eyes briefly glowed in an orangey tint as soon as they saw Metabee,'Have you been enjoying the sights? Perhaps you would like a seat? Here, I even hired a personal jester for you,' a malicious grin appeared on his face as he said the last part. In this new Inner World not even the appearance of his Zanpakuto remained the same. Was it still the same person? His Inner Hollow appeared in the room wearing a jester outfit, which truly was quite a comical sight but the Captain wasn't in the mood for jokes,'What is the meaning of this?' His Zanpakuto answered,'What ever do you mean?' Metabee frowned,'All these changes!' Acnologia sighed,'Have you never head of a Zanpakuto hiding it's true form? It is more common than you think. Before now you could be said to be quite immature and thus my form reflected that, but now you have proved yourself to be quite mature and therefore my form also changed to reflect that. Simple to understand, is it not?' He did have a point. Some Zanpakuto didn't reveal their true form if they didn't believe their master was worthy and that also reflected in the state of their Shikai and Bankai. The Captain asked another question,'What about the Inner World?' The Zanpakuto Spirit spoke as if it was natural,'The same principles apply. The Inner World of a Shinigami is a reflection of their heart, therefore your heart also changed and your current world represents that. It took the form of a wasteland because you were lonely and isolated yourself from the rest of the world. That did not even change during the happiest times of your life. Even while you were with Elena, the rest of the world did not matter and your world only consisted of you and her. After her death it became much worse as your Inner World was thrown into turmoil from constant storms and hurricanes. However, things are different now. While you might still be somewhat isolated you have found yourself a place that you belong along with friends that you can trust. Furthermore, you have come to terms with the death of your beloved and so your perception of the world change to what you see now. Even though it may be dark, there is always a small light that gives you some kind of hope.' It was quite a lengthy explanation but it didn't seem to be anything extraordinary like he thought it would be. It all seemed quite natural. He did feel a bit more mature with how the way things were going and at least his mental state seemed to have made progress. Metabee had one final question to ask,'Was that you yesterday?' Acnologia shook his head,'No. We were present but that being must have blocked out our presence. It only seemed to be interested in you while we were pushed away.' That made him even more curious,'Who was he then?' The Zanpakuto Spirit frowned,'Not who but what. They were the remains of a dangerous being that would be quite problematic if he were still to be alive. You must be careful. If he returns, you will be hunted.' He still didn't understand but it didn't look like his Zanpakuto would tell him. The only way was to find out himself. Shortly afterwards, Metabee left his Inner World and returned back to reality where only a few minutes went by. The Captain then left his room and went to meet up with Yoshirou. He wasn't sure if they would be training for the rest of the day but one thing was sure and it was that he needed breakfast...or lunch.