Hinsshi Niaga; Shinigami

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[Combat Information]:

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[Name]: Hinsshi, Niaga
[Human Name]: Gabriel, Ki'hishi
[Apparent Age]: 23
[Actual Age]: Unknown
[Gender]: Male
[Race]: Shinigami
[Height]: 6'7''
[Weight]: 187 lb's
[Build]: Lean, Defined
[Skin]: Tanned
[Hair]: Chestnut Brown
[Eyes]: Honey Brown
[Reitsu Color]: Bright Pink
[Zodiac]: Capricorn
[Dislikes]: Chocolate, Reptiles, Other Alpha, Idiots
[Likes]: Sleeping, Hamburger's, Smoking, Water, Swimming, Whiskey, Moonshine, Kittens, Well-Cared Roman Pipes, Hotdogs, Earth, Training
[Notable Items]: Zanpaktou, Twin Ruby Earrings, Wedding Band Necklace, Pink Flower Crystalline Necklace.

[Character Personality]:

Hinsshi Mentally is oddly Laid-Back and Carefree, or so he Gives off. In truth Hinsshi is incredibly Protective and Strong-Willed, but never for himself, he is the Type of Man who will stand infront of a Beating, and Take every single hit and never complain once and Just act Weak. However as soon as he see's someone innocent attacked or Hurt, his true side shows he will stand and Kill to protect the Innocent, laying down his Life for a Total Stranger with no hesitation. "My Life is pointless if I stand there and Watch as the Innocent and helpless are Harmed before my Very Eyes. What is the Point of learning the Way of the Sword, of Power and Never using it to Protect those I love or Care for?" He is Wise beyond his years, though that is Hard to say as noone not even he knows exactly how Old he is. Not Born as a Noble, He lacks the normal Superior personality many Shinigami have. He see's everyone as Equal int eh End, he respects the order of Rank, but eh Respects the Way of Life far more, he Will disobey a Direct order if It means protecting someone, or saving someones life and he will Happily face the consequences, afterward. However, this rarely comes to show, usually his Calm and calculating, but Laid back and Incredibly Lazy personality is all that is ever shown, as well as his over-Fondness for Alcohol and the Quiet life, he would Much rather sit and Drink while doing Paperwork then be out in Combat, He will only fight if there is no way to solve the issue without such.

[Character Description]:

Hinsshi is a tall and dark skinned man, possibly Greek in origin from his tone of skin. His orientation is enhanced by his physical build, holding himself with a large muscular build though not overly so, holding the body one would imagine a quarterback in America's 'Football' may have. Lean but well built and defined he holds every muscle with a equal strength, tone and definition. His broad shoulder's slope a bit before angling into a well muscles chest and then moving down into a full eight pack that he's obviously worked hard to Earn. His Dark Skin is whittled in scar's and has a thin trail of chestnut brown bodyhair in a patch on his chest that forms a sleek thin trail down his abb's, hair clings to his forearms and halfway up his bicep's before becoming faint, and disappearing for the most part. He holds no backhair as he finds it incredibly uncomfortable to try and deal with. His sleek muscles angle down from his groin and form into a pair of sleek well-muscled calves and legs, hair clings to his legs much the same as his arms thinning at half thigh and slowly dispersing.

As your gaze moves to his face and head you’ll see a carefree grin on his lightly bearded face, the thin beard darker along his jaw and lighter along his cheeks and lips. He has it trimmed neatly and it matches well with the hard angles of his face, his carefree smile and perfect even white teeth combine with his dreamy, honey brown eyes that can make many melt just from his sweet talk. His long brown silky curly locks fall about his shoulder’s to about mid-back. Sometimes held in a loose ponytail, on some other occasions he just lets it hang loose. His Dark skin tone matches with his eyes and hair perfectly, giving him a incredibly attractive image to put off for all, around his throat is a scar that almost looks like he got his throat slit, likely a deathblow by how obvious it is, meaning it was a very deep strike. His light tan lips tinted with pink grin constantly or smirk around his perfect even white teeth, his angled but not overly so face matching his lightly almond shaped eyes just enough to give him a more angelic appearance but not quite. He often has roses strewn through his hair for no apparent reason at all, in fact he doesn’t even seem to realize how they got there.

As your eyes wander across his accessories and clothing now, the smell of gardens and roses, not overwhelming but soft and pleasant, fills the air. He seems to give the smell of naturally as he does not wear any perfumes or colognes. His manicured nails are well-cared for but not exactly feminine with the body hair, and dark skin lined with scar’s and calluses. His jewelry is minimal, simple things he wears a pair of pink ruby earrings one in each ear, his tongue being pierced with a similar ring. Around his neck he holds a gold thin chain with a pink rose carved from some sort of pink and red crystal around his throat half hiding his scar. His Robes themselves are the simple robes of his ranking; he does however add a pink flair here and there along him to math his general styles, on his body and form. At his side there is a bright pink hilt wrapped Zanpaktou which rests silver and gold at his side, a thin golden chain hands from its hilt with a small rose at its end of the same crystal around his throat that the flower is carved from. Around his throat as well is a thin golden chain holding a never used engagement ring, it has a gently 'X' carved into the wording on the inside, marking Hinsshi's Loss ... and his oath to never let anyone close to him disappear or get hurt ever again.

[Character Zanpaktou]:



Hinsshi's Zanpaktou is a Smooth and Sleek blade, It is a thin shape even for a Katana, looking more like a Saber then a Katana. However along its sides are smooth designs of Vines and Flowers carved all the way down its sides, It defiantly represents his odd flowering Smells well, as the Hilt-wrap itself is a Bright Florescent Pink, Its studs being a Bright Green Emerald wherever the loth connects to itself along the Hilt in the Usual Katana Pattern. The Metal underneath the wrap is a Dark brown with streaks of green through it, and the blades metal itself has an odd Green Tint along tis edge and shape. At the end of the Hilt there is a slim silver chain connecting to a Bright Pink and Green Crystaled Rose hanging and swimming from its end gently, certainly not a released shikai, the Blade seems to simply have its own personality that shines through much like its Owners even though it is only Sealed. Though a Keen eye and Nose may Notice that Hinsshi's smell of Roses and Flowers does seem stronger when his Sword is Drawn and Ready, as well as near his Waist where the blade Rests when Sheathed. The Sheath itself is a flawless Wood wrapped with Bright Pink Leather with strips of Pink silk edged with Green flowing along the Wood, at the point where the Crosshilt of the Zanpaktou reaches the Sheath, there is a Green metallic Cap with off Curving of the Metal as if in the Shape of Countless Inch-Long thorns from the Metal much like a Roses Stem just under the Flower's Rosebud oddly enough.

[Character History]:

[Chapter One]: Human Life

Cries of pain carried through the streets of Greece, they vibrated off the walls and rolled through the street’s of the newly erected City, Greek was being yelled left and right as arrows of flame flew through the sky hitting walls and setting buildings aflame. A single hospital was left untouched thanks to the angle of being to the side and behind the wall, and lucky too or the story would have ended right then and there. For inside the building rested a Mother holding her newly born child, the father peaking out the window holding the javelin in his hand tightly that he had taken from a dead farmer, the blood coating his tunic. The beard, blood and sweat that clung to his face made him look like a madman with how his eyes flickered wide open staring at everything he could to protect his new family. She whimpered and tried to stay conscious while holding the sleeping baby, his bronze skin glistening like his mother’s, his brown hair already grown out several inches like his father. He coo’d in his sleep and nuzzled into his mother’s breast above her heart content … oblivious to the world around him. She couldn’t help but smile, but then a boulder of fire slammed into the wall and she winced being brought back to reality once again. “Adelphos!” She whimpered softly and he came over wrapping his arms around her protectively. “It’s alright my love … we will be fine the guardsmen are already turning them back, these barbarians are no match for Roman Warrior’s.” He gently rubbed her back as she lay in the cot holding her child and nodded weakly, unable to fight it anymore she drifted into unconsciousness. He sighed and looked at the Window … when this War would stop … He wondered to himself silently, brushing his hand over his child’s face, he didn’t want him to grow up in this war, in this destruction. This was his last thought, as a stray arrow from a roman soldier went through his chest and into his wife’s skull.

The soldier’s never knew the parents they were simple tailors no one of importance. They burned the bodies and found the child, they sent it off to the slave grounds as it would either be taken in and fed to be a slave from birth or would be killed if no one wanted it. It was none of their business after all. As the woman examined the lightly burned child she poked and prodded and got no cries instead just a stern frown on the Childs face in confusion at why it was being awakened for such an annoying torture with its burns it didn’t understand it had. “He has the makings of a Good warrior … a Good slave. I will take him.” She grunted and wrapped him in a rough woolen towel, payed the lucky soldiers who just got a free meal in coin and walked off toward her home, a large marble building dented here and there where boulders and arrows had slammed into it, the slaves were quickly repairing it so as to not displease their mistress. She went directly to her personal nurse, dropped the child in her arms and left saying “Name him what you wish, you have a son, and he is my slave as well. Teach him. Nurture him so he will be mine one day.” And she left the shocked girl, she was only seven as ‘nurse’ was more of a simple personal servant that got paid minimally with no family of her own. She stared at the baby in her arms and frowned … she had to follow order’s … first things first then … She took out a bottle of goats milk and began to feed the baby, while considering a name. She watches the sun rise slowly and the light glittering off his perfect skin tone and smooth silky curls her was already growing and tilted her head. “Like an Angel … you will be named Gabriel … like the Christians angelic Warrior …” She nodded a bit thinking it fitting and continued to feed him patiently.

Days passed before the baby finally began to actually act like one, it saw the girl as its mother as it was the first true thing her ever really saw. Immediately it showed him as a sleeper, and maybe a bit lazy, he was constantly sleeping and curled up against her cooing happily. Eventually time passed and he began to grow surprisingly fast, after several years the girl stood now at an even five foot, and was eleven years old likely she was done growing for this was quiet tall for such a time period. The baby was five years old, no longer a toddler of baby, but a true child. And he had learned quickly the things a slave was allowed and the things he was not, he could only have the scraps after everyone was gone, and he had to fight with the other house slaves over them. He could only bathe in the stream at least one mile away from the house and could never go near a non-slave, unless called over if so he was to look only at their feet even if they ordered him to look them in the eye he could not. His owner had immediately begun considering the fight ring soon for the boy, as he was growing rapidly and developing layers of muscle and speed as well as having keen reflexes. He was soon shipped to the gladiatorial ring he would not participate, but he would watch and train, he went through many teachers as they constantly died in the ring and so he grew very accustomed to the smell of blood and death, it was almost natural for him at this point.

Eventually time passed and he came of age, at the age of 13 he had not seen his ‘mother’ in many years, and he missed her terribly but he had also grown hard and strong. Built far beyond his years he stood at nearly six foot, taller than most full grown men, yet alone at thirteen years old. He was built with lean defined muscle and his bronze skin and long mane of rustled but sadly greasy thanks to his lack of money bad being a slave, curly locks. Many women were already eyeing him for future claims if he survived his gladiatorial experience, something highly unlikely however sadly enough. As they led him slowly forward he looked upon the roaring stadium as goods were traded, his hands bound tightly with leather and only wearing rags around his groin the young male walked forward slowly being tugged occasionally with a sharp reprimand to keep up. This was to be his first battle … He sighed a bit, having never liked this place, he hated watching other’s die even if he was used to the sight, it was just such a terrible waste of life. He was finally slowly led up to the gate and it was opened, as he was led through the dungeons they got to the armory were he saw other gladiator’s, many missing an eye, or fingers and covered din scar’s of both whip and blade. Most looked around twenty, he was the youngest here though he towered over many of them. They eyed him warily and he heard whisper’s mostly “I hope im not against the giant …” Or “Is he from Russia …? Has Rome Reached so far already?” He just shrugged off the comments and kept going.

Gabriel was led to the blacksmith, the only man who stood close to his height and he obviously was infact Russian for as he spoke it was thick and guttural with their accent. “Is Good, a bit scrawny though, ‘e needs more Meat, if ‘e lives start feedinj him wit’ real meat yah?” He chuckles and glanced around, then grabbed a long curved blade and stuck it in his hands. “Is a Sword made from a Tiny island I once learned from … Is nothing like Roman work, but is Good blade right? Right.” He nods and shoved a leather chest piece, shoulder clasp, wrist buckler’s and shin guards with some sandals on his feet and he was then … simply shoved out, he knew what he was going to be forced to do however. He eyed the arena, no one was in but him yet so he tried to block off the cheer’s of the coliseum, he was likely the fresh meat warm up, meant to die, he’d seen it plenty of times they put the newest person against the most experienced they could find. He hasn’t seen the inexperienced one win once yet, he clenched his blade, and he was going to do his best though … he wouldn’t die if he could avoid it. He eyed the blade now, it was oddly shaped and long, but elegant almost, lean and defined with grace almost. He didn’t know it was called a katana, but he adjusted to it well, it was well suited for his build, it was about five feet long including the hilt and he waited holding it one handed as he watched the opposite gate.

Gabriel watched as a lean and scar-whittled man in nearly full plate armor came into the ring on the opposite side, he held a spear and shield with a roman gladius at his side, odd as those were generally reserved for the Militia. He frowned at that, so they’d even made sure he would win with equipment was it … he searched for wekapoints and saw few … but there were still some and that was good enough. He shifted his grip and slowly walked forward, the Emperor clapped once and he looked to him quietly and then bowed. “We who are about to die, Solute you!” He said as was customary the other man mirrored him and the emperor waved his hands broadly for the men to continue with an amused smirk. Gabriel immediately was forced to dodge the spear tip going an inch from his face; he rolled away and cursed rubbing a trail of blood where it had lightly cut his cheek. He slowly stood to his full height and slammed the blade down, it clashed against his shield and then Gabriel growled and dug in his heels and rammed his shoulder into him using his superior size and strength to his advantage. There was another clash and clang as the man’s helmet flew through the air and his shoulder cracked out of joint the shield dropping uselessly with his dislocated arm. He howled in pain and stumbled back trying to recover, Gabriel didn’t allow him and pressed the advantage, scooping up the shield he watched as the man barely dodged each assault with the blade then rolled to get some distance, Gabriel cursed and shifted back to defensive.

The man grunted as he snapped his arm back into place and gritted his teeth in agony and glared warily, obviously he had not expected that much fury and power in his attacks. He saw him draw the blade and then he rose the spear up, hurling it at him, he cursed and rolled to the side as the blade of the spear nailed into his shin guard drawing blood but luckily nothing serious. He growled and yanked it out, snapping it in two he hurled both right back the man blinked and raised the blade parrying the spinning pieces of metal and wood away, in time to see his own shield whirling forward and slamming into his blade, and past it, ramming into his face, the shield slamming him backwards and his own blade sliding his face wide open. He howled in pain, in time to open his eyes as Gabriel looked down to him sadly … he mouthed, “Gods forgive me …” And drove the blade through the man’s skull. He closed his eyes in silent prayer a moment and yanked the blade out … the crowd burs into uproar as the new gladiator had been born, and killed a veteran in under ten minutes at that. He sighed not pleased with his doings at all, and bowed to the emperor who as staring, shocked, as he moved to the gate and it opened for him his blade dripping with blood, eh simply nodded to the blacksmith, he had known the perfect weapon for him, and it had likely saved his life.

Time passed slowly for Gabriel, he was forced to kill for the amusement of other's and for the freedom he knew he should have naturally. He was seventeen now and stood at a monstrous six foot five inches and build like a lean tank. His muscle mass, his power and speed and skill all had greatly been unmatched, he was undefeated, and his only scar's were from whips never had a weapon managed to hit him after that first day. He was a natural killer, but he hated it, he hated having so much blood on his hands ... he had killed four hundred and ninety five men ... this would be his final match and he would hit five hundred men dead at his hands. he would be free ... but was it truly worth so much death ...? He wasnt sure anymore, but he had little to no choice in the matter, as he himself, refused to die just yet. A guardsman came up slowly to Gabriel and eyed the large man before removing the shekels and handing him his Katana and his set of armor, many months ago he had been offered a full plate of armor he had turned it down. He wore simple leather tunic and pants, no sleeves and no shield. It was all he needed besides his katana and twin throwing dagger's. He strapped it all on in seconds and walked out into the massive cheering arena, he blocked out the crowd as he always has and waited for his newest challenge. He watched as five men one from each gate walked out, then ... an unexpected surprise the starved tiger's were released. He groaned ... he hated the tiger's. Three of them prowled the outskirts, he sighed, no point wasting time.

He charged forward grabbing the nearest man by the sword wrist, spinning with the strike he wrenched his arm backwards with a sickening crack as he snapped his arm at the shoulder. He then send a thunderous boot to his lower back, snapping his spin clean in two, a tiger leap and eh grabbed the dead man covered in spiked full plate, curing him into the beast. it yowled in agony as a 500 pound force slammed into it covered in blades and spikes, killing it instantly as its skull was pierced and crushed. The remaining two tigers eyed him now warily as they prowled, the remaining four warriors pulled out spears also wary of the giant now who had not even drawn a blade yet. He reached down, gripping the fallen mans blade, he hefted it, and hurled it hard, the shocked warrior raised his leather and wooden shield to take the hit, but he underestimated the sheer force of the throw. The blade sunk tot eh hilt in the shield, going through the mans shield, arm, and chest, and then the force shattering ribs and sending him flying into the range of the tiger's, his cries filled the arena as the other men shifted nervously before forming a triangle around him with the spear's. Gabriel eye'd them all patiently, watching as expected they all charged at once, he simply ... jumped, and as always one unlucky man was double-speared through his chest, the other two surviving and nothing touching Gabriel as he leap high into the air, then landing on the spears shattering them he grabbed a man in leather armor like his own into a bear hug. His muscles bulged and there were several sickening cracks as his ribcage caved in and his spine snapped, before he was hurled like a boomerang into the last man followed by a broken spear, the last guard fell, impaled through the forehead with his dead comrade laying on top of him. He sighed and now eyed the tiger's as they were called back, he had won ... he was a free Man.

And indeed he was ... he slowly looked up as the guards slowly walked out, the emperor himself was required to free a slave ... a gladiator that had partaken in so many years of games. He watched as the silken clothed Cesar walked down the ramp watching him quietly as he raised his hand slowly. "What is your name slave?" He murmured watching the giant of a man patiently, but Gabriel twitched, even free he dare call him that ...? This man whom caused all this strife for so many ...? His lip twitched ... "I will give my name when I am addressed as a man that I am, not a Animal>" he growled out, the captain at his side shifted and hissed, "Such arrogance! You may be a talented gladiator but compared to a Warrior of Rome you are nothin-" He never got to finish, Gabriel had him by the head two feet clear off the ground. "I can twist my hand ... and snap your spine in five places whelp ... shut up." He snarly and hurled him over his shoulder. Gabriel anger filled eyes focused on the emperor, who was a few shades paler now. He quirky cleared his throat, "Kill him." He hissed in a calm cold tone ... fear mixing into it. Gabriel reacted with lightning fast reflexes, his lade lashed from the sheath and a man arm flew off, then two guards fell, a third swing and five more fell clutching their nearly headless throats. Finally the streamlining five got their blades out, in time for two to be impaled and kicked into the remainder three, killing another. The last two fell in a single flick of his blade. He closed in on the Emperor ... his eyes cold ... at the man who dared deny him his freedom, who had enslaved him all his life. Then he heard several thuds ... then several more ... he kept walking, the emperor's eyes were huge with fear as eh stumbled backwards. And then Gabriel realized ... with another six thuds, eh had nearly twenty arrows filling him ... he fell over immediately ... he blinked a few times. "Seem's ... I'll be free anyway ... after all you sick ... bastard ..." He grinned at the emperor, and with the last of his strength, hurled a knife, which flashed by, sliding the emperor's face open from chin to ear, a scar that would never disappear, he grinned ... and his head fell, Gabriel was dead.

[Chapter Two]: Spirit Life

Gabriels eyes slowly opened as he looked around curiously ... He blinked some, he was laying in the center of the now dead quiet Arena. He stared at the red sand that was all that was left, he slowly stood, legs wobbling a bit before he glances down at himself, he was no longer bleeding and he had a ... chain on his chest? What in the world? He stared at the chain in disbelief quietly ... Why was there a chain on his chest? He gripped it and adjusts it trying to yank it ... and intimidate fell over withering in agony, felt like he had just yanked at his heart, he breathed heavily grinning his teeth in agony as the chain suddenly began devouring itself his yes widened in confusion as he is driven to his back groaning and howling in agony as it washed through him over and over. Finally the Pain faded after Hours of Agony washing over his Mind and Body, panting heavily he shivered staring upward at the sky as he coughed weakly. "What ... the hell ... is going on ..." He groaned softly and rolled over eying the Chain silently, Had it seriously been eating itself ...? What the hells was going on. He muttered and stumbled forward slowly ... touching the wall, he couldn't feel it. Why couldn't he feel it ... then his eyes widened, he stumbled back slowly. "No ... I was Dead! I died ... I injured the Emperor! I died!" He stared down at his body, at the chain as tears flowed down his Face. "Even in death ... I am Chained ... what Have I done to deserve this ... I never wanted this life! ... I never wanted to be a Mass murderer ... a Killed." He fell to his knee's, hands gripping the blood red sand he couldn't even feel. Slowly he looked up ... He wasnt allowed in Heaven it seemed, he was doomed to forever linger here on Earth, on this Hellhole, he slowly stood ... and left the Arena. He left his Past Life.

Gabriel wandered for many years ... he had no attachments to this world, he had no memories, he couldn’t even remember how he died. He watched the world change around him as he walked, from farmland and old houses to complexes, malls, buildings that seemed to touch the sky. He didn’t care about any of it of course, but he couldn’t help but realize how much the world he once knew so well was changing around him so completely and utterly. Slowly he walked through the area's, the broken chain hanging from his chest untouched as he drifted from place to place, finally he happened upon a place known as karakura, it was a place that for once in his new life caught his interest. He finally met people besides other spirits that could see him, it was such an odd feeling, to be able to be seen, heard, felt again, it confused him and the first few he met looked at him dull when he just stood there staring at them until he drove them away with it. One day however a young girl, not even ten at the least came up to him and tilted her head at him curiously and poked the chain hanging from his chest and giggled softly. "That’s a weird sense of style mister!" He blinked ... and laughed, for the first time in a very long time he laughed. It surprised him how he had forgotten it felt so good to laugh, to give in to humor and smile, to be ... happy, he ha been so focused on his negative emotions that he had forced his own positive emotions out. Little did he know how close he had become to turning into a hollow right then at that time, the girl had saved him, at least, for now.

He smiled at the young girl and said, "Er ... yes I suppose so, but i cant take it off." The girl blinked and giggled and handed him a lollipop which he blinked a bit and took, popping it in his mouth even though he could taste nothing, the girl smiled, so he went with it. "Its weird, there’s allot of people with that chain thingy though, maybe its just turning into the new thing, new fashion statement yah know?" She smiled at him curiously and then shrugged. "Ah well~ Ether way it looks silly." She giggled and he again couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as well. He sat there with her for a while, just talking, happy to just be able to be with someone, to be able to just talk and laugh again. Then the girl took out a little drawing pad and giggled and told him to hold still, his stomach clenched as he looked at the pad, but he wouldn’t let it ruin his moment so he smiled weakly and nodded, holding still for her. She giggled again and began to sketch him into the book, eventually after hours passed it began to get dark and she finally finished, and showed him, what he saw surprised him. He looked normal, not a day older then the day he died by any means, though he looked rough, like he hadn’t slept for a very long time, which was true he supposed he hadn’t indeed. She smiled and tore it out, handing it to him and then packed her stuff up, "I gatta go now! Mommy's ganna be worried, but come back here tomorrow ok mister?" She smiled and waved before sprinting off. For a second he considered doing just that, returning here and talking with her again, but then he tucked the picture away into his cloths, and once again gave into despair, what was the use ... everything eventually died or slipped away no matter what you do.

He sighed before slowly standing, and wandered along the streets of the city, it was fairly large, and very crowded, even during the night like this the area was just simply packed like a can of sadness. He walked his way through them meanderings he ones that saw him waved to him cheerfully he ones that didn’t walked right through him, literally and gave the ones that waved and odd look thinking they waved to them. Eventually he heard it though, a roar, and not that of a animal, it chewed on itself, and sounded almost human, but no human ca roar. He frowned, now curious dispersing his depression and he walked off toward the sound curiously, oddly driven to find its source. Eventually he happened upon the source he was looking for, and it stomped him head, as he looked he stared into the procaine whit mask of a hollow, the first one he had ever seen. It stood roughly at 7' tall and was built fairly leanly with a catlike mask and almost were-cattish body, but behind the makes were human eyes filled with bloodlust and the desire to rend and kill and devour. He took a step back quickly, gasping softly as he realized it had seen him. Then he heard it, the soft cry of a little girl, and he looked at its fail closer, there held by her neck on its tail was the little girl from earlier that very day at the park. He ground his teeth in anger, that same hatred filling him as the hollow opened its mouth and before Gabriel could do anything at all removed the girls head, and devoured her, some of her blood hit him in the face ... and it triggered it, the smell of blood aroused it from deep within the gentle spirit.

Gabriel grabbed a thick beam of metal and spun it, slamming it across the stunned hollows mask, it fell back hissing and howling in agony as some chips fell from the masks face, a single took shattered as it hit the ground. It howled in anger and charged, Gabriel spun the pole again, slamming it across the shins of the monster, a loud crack was heard double as the things bones snapped clean in two as the spirit hit them. He then raised the pole one again slamming it repeatedly across the things back and head snapping bones, wood, and metal all alike across it, until the thing was a withering mass of blood and beaten flesh and bone howling in agony as such a weapon couldn’t kill it, only leave it in incredible agony as it tries to heal itself with the natural regeneration of a hollow. He fell to his knee's, staring at the single shoe that remained of the little girl, a few spots of blood scattered around the shoe, something else broke in him at the sight of it, and he quietly gave in to it, he was to tired of fighting it, to tired of loosing the battle slowly, he gave up ... and depression overcame him. He was alone, he would always be alone, those that got near him died, those that tried to help him died, those that tried to give him life back and help him died ... why was he all alone, what had he ever done to the go to deserve this ...? he didn’t understand ... why ... why why why why why ... WHY?!?! it snapped, his soul completely shattered into hundred soft pieces that shot in every direction as he bean to reform, it left him panting as his whole body throbbed with pain. He slowly sat there, staring at the now back and white world, he smelled food somewhere near ... the hollow, of course, food. He nodded mentally to himself, it made perfect sense, after all the strong must survive, and that hollow was defiantly not strong enough to survive. He slithered over to it ... slithered ... how odd he didn’t remember learning to do that. And opened his jaw, and began to devour the hollow slowly ... piece by piece as he constricted his body around the hollow, his mask gleaming with its blood as his fangs sunk into him.

Cold … it was so … cold … Why was it so cold … the scavenger slithered over the ground hissing softly its small legs and feet barely moving as he moved more like a snake then lizard. Then the hunger hit him again, it filled his being, his emotions and mind, all he could think was that dreadful hunger to kill … he shot off slithering tongue flicking through the air smelling the reitsu from others as he tracks the scavenger he had smelled down. By the time he got to the beast it was already being attacked by several sandmunchers, all the better for him he supposed as he hissed and shot forward, his tails blade slashed one sandmunchers back wide open as he bit deeply into the scavengers mask, shattering it immediately from the snakes supernatural strength and power. His tail wrapped around another sandmuncher squishing it into a broken pulp mass of reitsu. He unhinged his masks jaw and swallowed the scavenger whole, then opened his mouth, sucking in the reitsu from the three scavengers that remained, and the two he had killed, immediately he grew at least four feet in length and a foot in diameter he growled and hiss, spat out a mask piece and moved on, the hunger was not satisfied, he wanted to kill, to devour more, to kill tear and rend. When he ate, it helped him not feel so unwanted, empty, and so cold … so very cold.

He slithered along the ground, arms and legs both long thicker, more muscular but nothing compared to his long, blade scale covered body as he slithered through the sands of Heuco Mundo. He smelled a new prey, and immediately shot toward it, then slithered to a slowed halt, looking way up, it was a giant of a hollow, and it caused him to blink, hissing softly in confusion as it looked upon the Gillian, it was small by Gillian standards, but still stood at nearly three hundred feet tall. The snake hissed softly, and … didn’t care, he used his smaller size to his advantage and shot up the gillians side, biting, smashing, stabbing, and clawing everything he saw as he scrambled up its side, it finally got to its mask it was flailing at the scavenger snarling unable to defend itself against the fast and small opponent. The snake finally got to its mask, and ripped the gillians mask nose clean off which its own masks fangs. Then it wrapped its body around the gillians mask, and began to constrict as its claws and fangs dug deeply into the thick plate of reitsu enhanced procaine. The Gillian howled out in agony, blasting cero after cero in every direction as it couldn’t hit the snake finally, after several long minutes, the gillians mask began to crack and shatter. Soon it fell, the mask shattering into pieces as it collapsed, a massive mountain of reitsu, the snake quickly began to feed, a meal like this wouldn’t last long as it opened its mouth, eh began to suck and absorb the reitsu from the Gillian sucking it dry as minutes passed the snake began to grow … and grow … and grow.

Soon the creature reached five hundred feet tall, it wasn’t like other hollow, it had denied the hollow evolution naturally and devoured and absorbed one single other Gillian to rise in its evolution. He was now huge, long and giant his legs and claws were huge and muscled to master his new giant form of a Gillian. He also … felt an odd thing, the energy inside him, and his reitsu around him fueled his bodies movements and power now … he could feel the difference, he was stronger now … much stronger. He slowly turned his mask into a joker grin as he grabbed a nearby sandmunchers holding it up and opening his mouth firing forward a giant blast of energy known as the Cero, turning the Gillian to ash as well as the tree behind it. He cackled madly with happiness, and then he realized … that he Realized … he could think, it wasn’t clear, it was chaotic and violent in his mind, however it was still … intelligence. He grinned wider and began to move, he began to think about things now, his hunger was still not controllable, but it was there, he could grow strong if he kept eating, he didn’t care if he felt empty and cold, power was all that mattered now and he cackled softly, sinking his fangs deeply into all gillian and scavengers that he could find as he moved attacked and killed, and with it came more and more power and strength.

Time passed, many months and weeks, hours days, it was all the same to him, he was growing strong, soon the gillian began to shrink and was only a hundred feet tall now, a pre adjuchas, the limit for most hollow where they generally became and Arrancar, or just cannon fodder for the Garra’s. However the snake knew he could still become stronger, he still had strength, still had power and energy, he could keep going, and would keep going, he would become strong and powerful. And so he did, he grabbed a Gillian by the mask and crushed it with one hand before absorbing the energy once again as he opened his mouth, slowly but surely the reitsu poured into him and soon he was devouring the reitsu like it was any other snack, and then he felt it he pain. He finished the hollow dinner, and then clasped, shivering and shaking as the ground shook. What … was going on?!?! He hissed and howled in pain and suffering as he felt his skin peeling away, his reitsu fluctuating and changing as it shattered in every direction he blew apart as the reitsu suddenly condensed into a marble-sized ball of glowing green energy, before it slowly expanded into the glowing siluette of a humanoid lizard, standing roughly at 8’ tall. He slowly flexed his muscles, and grinned, he was strong now, he could feel the energy running through his body as he moved, he blasted forward, amazed at his sudden power and speed, he grabbed a Gillian by the face suddenly appearing at its mask as a cero formed point blank, and blew it away completely. He cackled in amusement, incredible, this power that radiated through his being! But he knew there was far from completely, there was still more strength to gain, and so he would grow.

He blasted through the sky as he skidded over the air, chuckling darkly he hadn’t turned into a Half-Breed known as an Arrancar yet, he had decided to keep growing with power and energy as he attacked and killed. He snickered as he grabbed a normal adjuchas and sent its mask crashing into his knee as his tail impaled it into the tree behind it as he opened his mouth, devouring yet another adjuchas to add to the count as he chuckled darkly as he felt his strength grow yet again. He was stronger now, and soon he opened his hand and blasted off a cero, blowing away a gillian for the fun of it, he had defeated a Bounto, he had slayed a Shinigami, he had even held off that other powerful hollow until he lost eventually. He snickered in happiness at his power that was growing, then he felt it, a second amount of power awakened within him, as if he was holding back some amount of his power, he grinned slowly, that would indeed come in handy one of these days. He thought to himself as he continued to hunt and feed on Gillians Gargantose Gillians, and Adjuchas, the reitsu pouring into him as he got stronger and stronger as time passed.

Eventually the day came however when he bite off more then he could have ever handled. He was in the beach area of karakura feeding off of the hollow and souls that were there, surprisingly some of the souls had learned to fight back fairly well and were a fear sport sometimes, he was however at the time simply eating a little girl, or about too. Finally he got to the point of about to devour the little one, when a massive reitsu appeared nearly right beside him, he had the girl by her throat when suddenly a flash of gold, atop white and black flashed by the girl was gone, so was his tail. He howled in agony and swirled around as blood flew and his tail hit the ground with a wet thud eyes fell upon the Elvalia Hent. He snarled in hatred and eyes went to the crying little girl, he raised his clawed hand, forming a cero he blasted it forward, slamming into Elvalia and the girl, however the Taicho took the blow for the little one. She glared at him and said quietly, coldly, “Leave her out of this, hollow.” He snarled in rage and shot forward to slam a fist into Elvalia’s face, she managed to deflect the attack however it caused the claw to nick the girls cheek wide open, she cried out in pain, and it distracted Elvalia as he blasted a cero strait into her face point blank. She cried out in pain as she went flying backward and before she could react he was right there and his claws raced at her, and she moved, forgetting about the girl that was behind her as his claws stabbed through the girl she cried in agony as she was absorbed into the hollow. He chuckled darkly and turned to see Elvalia … or not, all he saw was his arm go flying to the side, followed by his horn, and then the rest of his tail. He fell to his knees howling in agony as she flickered again, cutting a deep ‘X’ into the hollows lower back as it spun hatred gleaming in his eyes as he blasted her point blank with another cero. Slowly she fell back, and then said softly, “Be judged by the Heavens.” And she was there, slashing him down his mask, shattering it, and purifying his soul. As he realized what was happened and began to disperse into glowing green reitsu and a hell butterfly, his eyes widened … and for one moment he knew exactly all he had done, and tears filled his eyes as he dispersed. “Thank … you …” And so did his soul slowly float off to become a plus, he floated off into Soul Society, cleansed of what he had done, having the love of no memories, and the mercy of it.

[Chapter Three]: Rukongai Life

Gabriel stared upward to the sky quietly off on his own, where was He … he thought quietly to himself as he rubbed his temples and glanced around curiously. He didn’t know who he was … what was going on or what had happened, he was at a complete loss, he slowly sat up and rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced around frowning lightly. “Why’s my head keep throbbing … Itai …” He groans and forced himself to stand as he stumbled a bit, he blinked noticing a blade resting beside him … he felt drawn to it and well, nothing else seemed to be baking much sense. So he reached down and grasped it, lifting it and testing its perfect balance and wait, he wondered who had left such a masterpiece laying around … or maybe it was his and he just couldn’t remember like so many other things …? He sighed, how annoying all this was. He looked around … dressed in rags and with a sword he frowned unsure how to continue from here as he raised the blade and gave a few test swings, well … at least it was a good blade right? He could defend himself at least. He stood up and quietly moved forward toward the sound of the tree’s … just wandering aimlessly through the forest quietly, blade resting on his shoulder in its sheath. Now that he had it he couldn’t help but look at it curiously, for all its elegance and deadly beauty, it was the oddest blade he had ever seen.

The blade itself was in the shape of a long silver and black slightly curved piece of steel, but along the blade was carved designs of pink roses flowing along its edge for blood rivets instead of the normal strait indented lines. The blades hilt itself was an elegant Rose-shape, with the hilt wrap being a bright pink lined with steel and silver stripes of wire that were in the shape of vines. But it was perfectly balanced and shaped for him … the length, curve, and weight all were just right, maybe it was his after all, but he couldn’t help but wonder why he would want a rose blade of all things … for some reason he immediately felt rejection as soon as he thought that, he blinked and tilted his head, eyeing the blade. That was just … odd; it was almost as if that feeling had come from the blade. He shook the thought away and quietly moved forward and adjusted the rags, sighing at the minimal protection, he didn’t like feeling so open to everything. As he wandered around he blinked as he ran into a wall … thunk, he winced and rubbed his head … He frowned, “What the hell … that wasn’t there before …” he said eyeing the tree muttering to himself and he poked the wall, which was in fact a Tree that seemed to have moved … right in front of him.

It growled. He blinked and flailed backwards rapidly … “W-what the hell?!” He said eyeing the … growling tree as it began to shift and move … before slowly rising and towering over the man. His eyes widened slowly and he began to shift back as the giant tree turned and morphed, a shifter hollow though he’d never know at the time, formed from a tree to a hollow. The porcelain mask warped and changed, the hollow hole appeared by its throat, and the claws and fangs grew as the thing took a shape of an almost ghoulish appearance. His eyes widened as it grinned and drooled at him, and then blasted forward its claws elongating and dripping venom, he cried out and raised the blade in confusion as the beast’s claws lashing outward and slammed into the blade sending him flying backwards into a tree. He hacked up blood and stumbled back again as he groaned rubbing the back of his head weakly as he looked up in time to get a hand full of claws raked across his flesh sending him into a tree. He winced and cursed in pain, stumbling a bit as he fell to his knee’s for a moment as he breathed heavily. “D-Damn it …” He muttered in pain as he tried to force himself to his feet, stumbling about for a moment before forcing himself to slowly move forward as his blade raised into a defensive stance … he couldn’t think he was going by pure instinct. His body was not cooperating however … the poison was taking effect and he winced again stumbling about for a moment as he tried to focus his vision.

The beast eyed him a moment before cackling and rushing forward cackling as the claws move to pierce him through … then it blinked as suddenly it saw him behind it instead. He watched the beast spin and attack air and blinked with his blurry vision in confusion … but he knew he had gotten lucky likely, and he lashed out as hard as he could, slamming the blade into the Beasts back as blood flew in all directions and it cried out in agony as its arm fell to the ground and it went skidding forward holding the stump in rage as it eyed him, all hint of mercy and fun gone now. It snarled and shifted as the wound began to seal, but not regrew. He narrowed his eyes and realized he didn’t feel the poison anymore ether … how odd … He heard it then inside his head … “(Let me lead you … I’ll protect you I promise …)” He frowned in confusion and then stared … there was a beautiful woman beside him, halfway see through … her kimono connected to the blade in a ghostly trail … he was sure he should throw the blade away, but his heart cried against it. She shook her head and touched his face gently, “(Trust me … Don’t make me watch you die …)” He watched her fade into the blade and then gripped it tighter, he suddenly trusted her … after all, it was her over the beast. He raised the blade and closed his eyes … letting her lead. She smiled to herself before she focused on the beast as it saw suddenly four of him surround it … and then they all attacked, it panicked unsure what to do in this and tried to leap away, it dodged two a second passed through doing nothing … and then the last drove through its skull. It didn’t even get to cry out in pain as it toppled over and began to disperse into glowing particles … dead.

He fell on his butt, then over onto his side, unconscious from the forced use of his reitsu … she made sure he would live and then quietly closed her eyes in her inner world, he trusted her … he actually trusted her, she’d never been so happy and she smiled to herself patiently … lovingly. He awoke to yells who knows how many hours later, he groaned and opened his eyes his whole body ached form exhaustion and poison, he felt sympathy wash from the blade and smiled weakly … then winced in pain and tried to get his bearings. He looked around quietly and focused on the sounds, they were far off to the side, human by the sound of it, he groaned and pushed himself to his feet forcing himself to move forward, he came upon a small farm with a fire blossoming in the left side barn, and several men with knives and one with a crappy quality katana threatening a small family, an old man, two children and a young woman maybe in her early twenties. A man lay not moving in front of the men and the woman was weeping holding the boy back whom was yelling out for his father to get up, a pool of blood surrounded the body. His guy clenched … and a feeling of rage filled him from himself, and his blade. He ground his teeth and shrugged off the poison … he would ache and cry later, this was utter barbaric cruelty and he wouldn’t stand for it.

He began forward ignoring the pain and didn’t hesitate, he moved right in behind in time for the man to turn with a sneer, and get the hilt of his sword smashed across his temple, dropping him into unconsciousness immediately. The two with knives turned in time to get twin broken wrists and then booted strait into the flames as he growled and they screamed bursting from them and running leaping into the river, not the brightest idea as they were swept away. He kicked the man’s blade to the side and sheathed his rose blade, and looked to the family giving a kind smile. “Are you … alright?” He murmured weakly … and then his body gave out and he fell to the ground to the surprised and fearful yells of the family. He awoke again, this time much less comfortable then before in the soft grass. He was tied down to a bed by leather and rope, his large frame of muscle pinned as he opened his eyes slowly the honey brown melting gaze flowing over the area as he winced a bit. “What the hell … where am I now …?” He muttered to the air … he felt very alone without his blade and he tried to focus in the darkness, he finally saw a young woman, the wife it seemed, leaning against the wall asleep clutching the blade lightly in a lazy grip … unsure and asleep she obviously was no warrior. He also noticed the poison had run its course and he was feeling actually quite healthy … just tied down.

He sighed and leaned into the bed, frowning a bit then focused on the girl examining her quietly now, she was maybe twenty three physically, pale soft skin, pitch black hair that fell down in silky strands naturally strait down her back, a face that seemed to have Asian tints but primarily American it seemed. Her petite frame was lightly muscled but it was the build of a farmer, not a warrior. He sighed and leaned back considering this a moment … he heard the children being watched by the grandfather downstairs, they were asking about their father, he felt his stomach clench again … several hours passed this way and he patiently waited for her to awaken as he lay back calm and content to be tied down, it was only for their own defense he didn’t blame them. He was a random man with a sword that saved them and then fell over half dead in front of them after their husband and father died … he’d likely do the same thing. As he watched the sun rise he looked to her calmly and waited as the sun hit her eyes, she winced and slowly fluttered open, he almost gasped … they were the most incredible eyes he could image, bright yellow with green tints to them they shined like crystals. He was momentarily dazed as her beautiful face finally looked upon him and realized he was awake, the angelic face suddenly furrowed in a deep frown, which made him frown as the sudden mar on her beauty … he much preferred her smiling, her hands clenched his blades hilt tighter. “Who are you?” She asked in a soft spoken, but strong voice, and yet … she seemed so small and alone.

He smiled gently and shrugged … “I don’t know … I cant remember my name …” She frowned at that and seemed a bit off beat, even most criminals tended to give their name if only to mock her. She stared at him in confusion a moment, “Where did you get your wounds …? I treated them but they were terrible … Im surprised you were even alive yet alone moving and fighting still.” He blinked a bit and shrugged again, “Im not … Sure exactly what it was. It was some beast with a porcaline mask that was a tree and tried to eat me … I managed to kill it, barely … but its poison and claws certainly did their work. I thank you for your help.” He smiled calmly and gently to her, she seemed highly confused now. “You … you killed the Forbidden spirit? Truly?” She stared at him in amazement as he nodded with a questioning look, she smiled brightly, “Oh this is wonderful news! I should go tell my Brother at on- …” Suddenly she stopped, and froze … then slowly sat down as she remembered. He realized it hadn’t been her husband, but her brother now … he frowned, he wanted to hold and comfort this poor woman but he was in the issue of being tied down. He watched as she wept silently, hands dropping the blade in what was almost disgust as she sat down, right on the bed, and his feet, he adjusted a bit so she could sit on the bed at least comfortably. “Im Sorry for your loss ... If I had only gotten here sooner maybe …” He murmured softly … trying to talk to her, trying to help her, he wanted to badly to help her.

She sniffled and looked at her, those beautiful eyes filled with tears … he tested his bindings and snapped them easily and slowly sat up rubbing his wrists, she looked taken aback … but didn’t move as she must have realized he meant no harm for her or her family. He gently placed a hand on her slim shoulder, “Is there anything I can do …?” He murmured softly, trying to at least offer his help no matter what the task may be, she shook her head … and suddenly burst into tears and fell into his chest, he stopped short, unable to comprehend that for a moment and awkwardly, but gladly placed his arms around the poor girl comforting her as he rubbed her back gently … feeling awkward at comforting a total stranger, but he knew he wanted to, no, he had too … and he would do what he could to help the family, the brother probably had been their provider, without him the family would fall apart. After a moment she sniffled before slowly drawing away from him … he whipped the tears from her face gently and smiled softly. “Here now … It’l be alright … Promise …” He murmured comfortingly, she shook her head a bit. “How … the children will go hungry … I can’t hunt or fish I don’t even know how to farm more than plant the seeds … Father can’t do it he hasn’t been able to move about for years … What am I going to do …?” She whimpered helplessly and rested her head into her hands.

He frowned a bit and stood up, removing the last of the bindings, then reached down and helped her to her feet, brushing her hair from her face and whipping away from her tears he smiled a bit. “I will stay and help … No one will go hungry, and no bandits will touch you ever again or your family, this I swear to you.” She blinked and stared at him … “But … you don’t even know our names! … Y-you got a welcome by us stealing your only possession and tying you to a bed!” He shrugged a bit, “A good response is you ask me …” He gently took the blade from the floor and strapped it onto his back, “I don’t like seeing you cry or sad … I want to see you smile again like you did for the sun so … I’ll be your sun.” He smiled softly and nodded toward the door, “Shall we?” She smiled weakly … and nodded, leading the way to his new life. As they traveled down through the stairs he examined the house curiously, it was a small cabin it seemed, about four rooms per floor, and three floors. As they got to the bottom he leaned down and examined the area curiously before chuckling a bit to himself and leaning down, so he wouldn’t hit his head as she lead him forward. They went outside to find the children playing in the fields, the grandfather leaning in his chair and glanced over. “I told you he was a fine boy Jira, you should have trusted my Reitsu sensory …” he chuckled a bit and stood up slowly, leaning heavily on his cane and clapping him lightly on his back. “Nice to meet you my boy, I’m Gigiro Komashi … I’ll let my daughter introduce herself and the kiddies …” He let a whistle out and the kids came running up.

She sighed a bit at her Father and poked him playfully into his chair before turning to him, “Im Jirani Komashi, Gig is my father.” She placed a hand on the girls head gently, “This is Sira Komashi, my Niece.” She then placed her other hand on the boys head, “This is Hinsshi Komashi, my Adopted Son.” He chuckled and kneeled down. “Hello Sira, Hinsshi. I’m …” He considered it a moment, then Jira spoke up, “This is Mr. Hinsshi … he shares your name Hinsshi isn’t that neat?” She smiled a bit to her son and he grinned and nodded rapidly, they both clasped their hands and bowed. “Nice to meet you Hinsshi-Kun! Arigatou for saving us from those mean people!” he nodded a bit softly, “Your very welcome … and im honored.” He murmurs looking to Jina with a gently smile, she simply nodded in return with a gently smile touching her lips. “You two run off and play … Mr. Hinsshi will be staying with us, as he doesn’t have anywhere to go … and I think … we … all need him now.” They nodded and ran off waving and giggling to go play. He smiled softly, “Their good children … Though calling me Hinsshi may confuse them, what’s a good last Name?” He looked between them, Gig then smiled weakly … “Niaga … It means Bloom … its my Mother’s name, you’re welcome to it.” He blinked in surprised and smiled once again … “I’m honored, by both of you … thank you.”

Time passed and as it did so did many things … Hinsshi constantly worked to keep them safe, upgrade the farm and provide as much food and resources as they needed. Eventually he began to train with the blade and his hunters bow, the combination was quiet effective and he also found out he was an excellent herbalist and healer to top it off, always a protector and healer, he began to learn different remedies and fixes for anything from a scrape to a broken bone, and saved their lives many times over never asking for anything in return. And all the time he played with the children, talked of old times with Gig until the day he finally passed away in age about thirty years after he had arrived. Hinsshi Niaga began to spend as much time as he could with Jira … and he began to fall in love, unknowing to her already love for him. Many years passed like this and the children had aged a few years physically, and finally … Hinsshi got the courage, he asked her to be his … and she agreed. Never had he ever been so happy in all his life, he had the best of all worlds and they were wed a few years later. Two years later she was heavy with child, his child … and still he loved, spent time with all and the children were filled with energy at possibly having a little brother or sister, as he considered both his adopted children at this point.

Sadly however it was not to last … As she went into labor, Hinsshi was forced to watch both his wife and his unborn child die as her body couldn’t handle it, they both died in childbirth and he was left with nothing but his two children that were not truly his. They were both very strong now and could easily live on their own … he took them to the town and left, his gut clenched as he tucked them into bed a final time … leaving the note with their breakfast and food and supplies he had bought them to last them for nearly a year, after that they would have to fend for themselves. He would regret his decision the rest of his life and never find out he was a grandfather, never find out he was never forgotten and thought dead by his children, and the fact that they truly thought he was their father as they couldn’t remember their real Father. He would never know … and perhaps it was for the best. Hinsshi broken and shattered always kept up a fake smile and happy go lucky attitude, but silently he cursed the world and everything in it. Always carrying that dark seed of hatred in his soul … he always tried to help other’s tried to help them grow strong and true, but no matter the good he did he could never get it from his mind … he had killed those children he knew it, and the guilt tore him apart. Finally he ran into the Shinigami gate guards … the noticed his reitsu and his skill with healing and reitsu though he didn’t know Kidou yet, and they asked him to join the academy. He did … and his story began anew, but always was that seed of guilt and hatred inside him … it would never go away.