The air was dry, in need of water, just to nourish the life inside this bubble. It needed water, but water with no tax. It needed strength, but strength with no limits. It saddened the dark haired man who simply stood on a house not too far from the palace courtyard. The fresh aroma of flowers filled the air, even as a butterfly, perhaps a dead one, fluttered just beneath the little man's nose. The boy, if you look closely, had blue hair that he had in a pony tail, and a tattered captains jacket. He carried a rather small zanpoktou, but the power it wielded was extrordanary, true art. However, if you look deeper into the large, boy eyes of the little one, you shall see his past, even if had not remembered it.
The boy's name, if you had not known, was Kazuma, though his appearance was young, appearing to be eight years old, was litterally was ove a century and a half more. The boy was a rouge, if you had not noticed what was embroidered under the eleventh division symbol on his jacket, it said, "King of Rouges". A title he little child enjoyed being called by, though he was not on the ordinary mission of a rouge willing to destroy the seretei. He wanted his sister, and he wanted her now. He wanted to bring an era of peace in his clan.
He opened his palm, a lilly seemed to be embroidered on his hand, though it was unremovable, he wondered if his sister had this sign, a sign of damnation of his clan, and being the youngest one, with some of the strongest power, he clenched the tattoo, which fired white hot pain through his entire body, nearly forcing tears straight out of his eyes. He could not bare the sense of pain and lonlieness no longer, it was either this, or a war for his sister. Something like the trojan war. But that would not happen in the world again. The Odyesseus that resided here in the soul soceity thousands of years ago vanished into the jaws of a hollow.
Not even the gods could possibly understand this pain Kazuma faced. It was now or never. He aimed his palm and four fingers, the thumb on his left hand keeping his zanpokto in place, and muttered, "Hiryugekizokushintenraiho". The word slipped from his lips like running waer, almost nourishing the air as he said the sylables as if the were the most beutiful poetry one's ear can hear. The large beam of electricity mixed with kidou sped toward a watch tower, the few guards insie screaming flesh ripping shrieks as the building tumbled, burning. "Give me my sister, Gin.", he said, "I will not stand the weight any longer!"
The boy's name, if you had not known, was Kazuma, though his appearance was young, appearing to be eight years old, was litterally was ove a century and a half more. The boy was a rouge, if you had not noticed what was embroidered under the eleventh division symbol on his jacket, it said, "King of Rouges". A title he little child enjoyed being called by, though he was not on the ordinary mission of a rouge willing to destroy the seretei. He wanted his sister, and he wanted her now. He wanted to bring an era of peace in his clan.
He opened his palm, a lilly seemed to be embroidered on his hand, though it was unremovable, he wondered if his sister had this sign, a sign of damnation of his clan, and being the youngest one, with some of the strongest power, he clenched the tattoo, which fired white hot pain through his entire body, nearly forcing tears straight out of his eyes. He could not bare the sense of pain and lonlieness no longer, it was either this, or a war for his sister. Something like the trojan war. But that would not happen in the world again. The Odyesseus that resided here in the soul soceity thousands of years ago vanished into the jaws of a hollow.
Not even the gods could possibly understand this pain Kazuma faced. It was now or never. He aimed his palm and four fingers, the thumb on his left hand keeping his zanpokto in place, and muttered, "Hiryugekizokushintenraiho". The word slipped from his lips like running waer, almost nourishing the air as he said the sylables as if the were the most beutiful poetry one's ear can hear. The large beam of electricity mixed with kidou sped toward a watch tower, the few guards insie screaming flesh ripping shrieks as the building tumbled, burning. "Give me my sister, Gin.", he said, "I will not stand the weight any longer!"
