Name: Sonomori Ankoku
Height: 6'2
Weight: 147 lb
Real Age: 721
Age of Appearance: 17
Appearance: His skin is a silk white, covered in a standard shinigami uniform. A wooden clip hangs on his right shoulder, very similar to a shoulder guard in which hands off the edge of the shoulder by a few inches. His eyes are a florescent color of blue, nearly shaded by his black bangs that hand just below his eyes. A strange marking lingers under his left eye, like a tribal burning. The shapes are of lines entwining into a crescent moon up to the side of his eye like black ink.
History:
(Pre-Shinigami existence)Originally Sonomori was a hollowfied human being. He rose the ranks of the hollow until he became fairly powerful. After training for countless months on end, and devouring countless hollows he ascended to the final stage of all hollow, an arancar. Shortly after reaching the level of arancar, he died. He engaged in a fight he was no ready for, and foolishly rushed to his own demise. His entire body was aged away into complete nothingness and his soul wondered the plains of oblivion. However, his power still remained even though his body had perished.
(Birth + Childhood) Amongst the broken down houses and fog of the Rukongai a few days after he died, a baby formed out of the shadows. The crying echoed outwards into the damp decaying wood of a house near by. From the door, out walked a man in ragged clothing with a curious expression on this face. His eyebrow lifted at the astonishment that a baby was laying right out in front of his door. There was no basket, no letter. Just a baby without a umbilical cord sitting right at his doorstep. The man was completely in astonishment. He had no clue as what he was going to do. He just couldn't leave a new born baby to die on its own. In his pity, he picked up the newborn and brought it inside. From within a pile of rags, he pulled out a single clean sheet of cloth in which to wrap the child in. However, he had no idea on how to raise a baby in the least bit. A few days past without any trouble. The newborn was getting by on leftover bread from the market that he was being fed. Surely though, this was not nearly enough for a newborn child. One day, on the week after he was found, the baby began to cry uncontrollably. The man had no idea how to solve this crisis. He tried everything he possible could. In the end, a neighbor come to see what all the noise was. To her surprise she found a hectic man trying to get a baby to stop crying. She quickly went over to him to see what was wrong. Her eyes inspected the baby carefully. A few moments afterwords she turned to the man and said "What the hell are you trying to do? Freeze him to death? Look at this he barely has any cloths. I'm sure he hasn't been getting the proper food either." She looked at the child concerned. In a means to defend his actions the man replied "Its all I have. I wasn't expecting to raise a child, he just appeared on my doorstep about a week ago and I've been caring for him since then." The woman looked over to the man with a perplexed face. "Just appeared on your doorstep?" The man nodded, "Please, can you take of him. There is no way I can raise him." This obviously was a large problem for the woman, however she took the baby and left with a re-assuring goodbye. Months passed and the winter season began. The times were increasingly difficult for the rukongai. Nothing looked like a ray of hope that winter. It was surely the coldest one in hundreds of years. Because of the cold, all the water was freezing over. Surely souls did not need things such as food and water. They were dead right? Of course those who used spirit energy needed to eat. But other than just that people really didn't need nourishment. It seemed that the adults were just fine, while the children began to fall ill. Children use up more spiritual energy, thus having to eat and drink to regain it. This obviously brought problems into the picture for everyone. However, the babies were effected the most. They were freezing and could not build up energy because of the lack of food and water. Seriete noticed that is was starting to become a problem. As a means to help, they began sending agents into the city each day with fresh food and water. On the third day that they were sending the woman and the baby went out into the streets to get some supplies. She approached the line with the baby held silent in her arms. As they reached the front of the line, she bent over to grab a package. The babies eyes opened and looked over to the man with a adorable look. It put out his arm in amusement as if it was trying to get his attention. The army quickly quote the man's attention, drawing his eyes inward to the palm of the child. It began to struggle from within the woman's arms, trying to jump out. It fell from her arms, falling to the ground softly on a pile of sheets. The baby looked up into a smile, wrapped in a small blanket. Soon after, the woman who had been holding him had collapsed. She fell to the ground, dead from a disease. The shinigami looked down at the baby, shockingly reacting to the woman falling right after he landed. He rushed over to her body, checking for a pulse as the crowed began to step back. The baby just looked over to the man, smiling innocently. "Shes dead..." the words uttered from the shinigami's lips like the sharp knife to a soft stomach. He looked over to the baby, his eyes in shock from what he had just discovered. A few days latter the official cause of death had been known. She had died from her spiritual energy being drained away. The child had been the culprit. It had a spiritual pressure at such a young age. Due to this fact the seritie look him in, raising him as their own.
( 6 years later )
The summer wind blew in the seriete, a bells ring disrupting the atmosphere with the call for the morning students. Sonomori grabbed his wooden katana, barely able to fit in on his sash due to his small stature. He was just but 6 years old, and already attending school to become a shinigami. His feet lopped against the ground as he rushed to the dojo. With a quick slide and a ruffle of the doors, he barely made it to class in time. The teacher once again scolded him for being late to class. This was not the first time. He had been attending for a few months now. He was one of the youngest students to ever attend the academy. The other students looked down on him because he was so young, they would ask to each other in the distance from him, "How did he get into the academy. He must have connections with the noble families or something." Of course this was but another passing occurrence. The teacher called his name up to the floor, Sonomori assuming his training stance as the contender walked up to his front. "You think this squirt can even stand a chance? I'll have him crying to his momma in a few seconds." He said with a overtone of confidence in his apparent lack of manners. Instead of reacting to this with his own smart-ass comment, he bowed in respect for his opponent was a second year as he was a first. He held up his wooden katana, nearly bigger than his body. The sensei signaled the fight as he saw the two ready. A quick patter of footsteps swept the floor as the dashed towards each other. Clank, a clash of wooden blades popped through the air, following another series of small wooden strikes. Surprisingly, the two were nearly even. The only advantage was to Sonomori's opponent in which was at-least 3 feet taller than him. Of course, this might have been a equal advantage for Sonomori. His opponent always had to strike downwards, never upwards or from the side. Sonomori would just easily duck against these attacks instead of dodging. It was a predictable movement, however the same was for Sonomori whom could only strike upwards. It was a equal stalemate for the two. "I take back what I said about you kid, your not that bad." Sonomori smiled at his opponents compliment, thrusting forward his sword at his opponent. "You too." The clashes of wood continued until the instructor blew his whistle, signaling them to stop. This was but many duels that Sonomori would have over his first year. A few wins against the younger first years, and a few defeats from the second years. He trained very digitally, striving to be the best in his class. Most of the time his young age held him back, the usual people talking about him behind his back. He didn't care. They knew nothing about him, and he didn't care to know much about himself either. The first year passed very slowly for the students, probably due to their youth. At the end of the year, there was to be a exit exam for the first years. From the brackets rolling and the peering eyes, it was enough to make any 6 year old nervous. His name was called, the director of the exam yelling it out with a slip of paper in his hands. The nervous 6 year old walked up to the arena, meeting his rather large opponent. He was up against one of his classmates, probably the one who is always talking behind his back. The two readied their wooden katana. A loud whistle and shot of drums cracked the air as the two rushed at each other. A patter of feet with the clashing of wood. It was sure that it would be a quick fight. However as to who would win is a different story. Sonomori's footing quickly shifted within the draw of swords, his right foot sliding into the ankle of his opponents. With the toppling of his opponent, Sonomori quickly overcame his opponent in which was twice is size. A smash of wood upon the head, the instructors simply stunned. The big man in which was facing against the 6 year old boy, had collapsed over with a knot on his head. Sonomori had won. A 6 year old first year toppled a large man in his late 20's at least. This was a massive uproar. However, to his classmates this was no surprise. The all assumed that he had won because of the teacher's extra training. Everyday he stayed 3-4 hours later than all the other students to train with the sensei. To him it was a daily need. Considering his age he needed all the extra practice and it appears that it had paid off. From this victory, he obtained his second year. Surely this was a feat to behold, a 6 year old kid going to second year in his first try. However, this was only the beginning of the challenges.
(3 Years Later)
It's been a few months since the second year exit exam. Sadly, Sonomori failed his first attempt at the exam. However he had just passed it, crushing his opponent with a single blow. Now he was a few months into his third year. By this time they were already getting ready to choose zanpaktou as well as hunt hollow. The second bell sounded, it was time for kidou class. The students got up to the line, facing their palm at the target as the chanted their kidou in unison. A loud shout came from the courtyard in which they were practicing "Shakkahou!" A blazing red ball of fire shot from each of the students hands, some exploding before they even ejected. One of which that landed on the targets was the one standing next to Sonomori. Not to the instructors surprise, Sonomori's shakkahou barely even built up the energy to form. Thus, it exploded in his hand. "Sonomori, you have to focus more into your palm. You can't just call out the incantation and hope you launch a kidou." Sonomori had heard this a hundred times. He knew how to do it, but he just couldn't summon up the energy to do it. It appeared to alot of people as though his small body could not generate enough energy at the time to use kidou. However, some instructors argued that he just had to much spiritual energy to control. Despite everything they said, the fact remained he could not use kidou, meaning he would never pass his third year. He knew he had to learn no matter how much training he put himself through. He stayed after class as he normally did, practicing till the sun set behind the horizon. A few nights it would take the call of the instructor to get him off the field practicing. One night, after the school hours, a captain had visited the school to pick out the final year students in which he would like in his squad. Him and the director walked across the stepping stone unto the main campus. As the began to walk up into the corridor where the kidou training was to be done, they heard a loud crash of fire and burning wood. The captain asked, "And what might that have been?" The instructor shook his head in shame and said politly "I'm sorry thats probably my student practicing kidou." A surprised look appeared on the captains face "Still? Its far past student hours. I think I'm going to pass this student a visit." He walked down to the door, slowly sliding open to doors to a 9 year old kid in front of a blazing fire on the ground. "EH?!?!?" Yelled out the kid, covered in dust and ash as he tried to stomp out the fire. He barely even noticed the captain walking up behind him. "Practicing kidou this late are we?" Sonomori jumped up in surprise as he stepped out the last of the cindering ashes. It seemed that a piece of wood had flown upon the ground in front of him. The captain looked over to the targets, the entire face of one of the targets being completly blow off, the piece of wood under the kids foot being the leg in which would have held up the target. The instructor walked over to Sonomori in amazement. "Why is it that do you don't do that when we are in class?" Sonomori held his head in shame replying "I'm afraid I'm going to mess up and kill someone. If I cant control the damage then imagine what would happen if I misfired. The guy who works so hard next to me wouldn't even be able to graduate anymore." However this did not change the opinion of his instructor whatsoever, but he did now know the true cause of why he couldn't use kidou. Its not that he simply could not use the energy, he could not control it and was afraid that he would hurt someone. The captain looked over his shoulder and said "Well how about you try this one more time and I'll give you some personal pointers." Sonomori's face lit up with joy, the fact that he would get some advice from a captain was rare even for the final years. He rose his hand up to aim at the target, reciting the incantation from memory as he built up his reiastu. The captain put his hand on the child's shoulder, "Fire it" a moderate blast of fire shot from the boy's hand outwards at the target, just barely exploding in front of it. It was as if he mastered it. "See? Much better hmm?" It was obviously perfect at this point, however he did not know why. "My spiritual pressure caused your reiastu to drain at the moment you fired. So do you see your mistake?" Sonomori was still moderately confused, he was only 9 after all. The captain took his hand off Sonomori's shoulder, "Now try it again. Match the feeling of the last one to this one." Sonomori began to repeat the action, a ball of fire forming in his palm as Sonomori closed his eyes. At the instant he fired, it was as if something held him back. A thought snapped into his head, if he just charged for less time then the blast wouldn't be as powerful. As the incantation was done, he shot the blast out as fast as he could. This caused his reiastu to launch before it had compiled into a massive blast. However he knew that if he just shot it out as fast as he could it would explode in his hand, thus he shaped the reistu like it was being shot out of a cannon, his hand being the barrel. Surely enough the blast shot outwards into the field, igniting one of the targets. "Ahh, perfect. I think you get the concept now." Sonomori looked up to the captain smiling, "Thank you so much!." He ran off without the formal goodbye, grabbing his things and disappearing into the distance. "That kid shows promise don't you think, I've never seen someone so young get it so quickly." The two continued about their business through the rest of the night.
(1 Year Later)
Its the final year start. Most students enrolled are well over 20 years old. However amongst these is a student who is only a mere 10 years old. It is the day for the hollow slaying exam. Zanpaktou's are finally being issued out to the students. They call the names of the fourth years up one by one to receive the training zanpaktou that will bind itself to their soul and form a weapon. "Number 19!" Sonomori is called. He walked from the crowed and up to the man, standing barely half his height. The man looked down, sort of surprised on how small he was. He picked a zanpaktou off the rack, placing it in the boy's hands. Sonomori tied it to his side and walked back into line. This was the true beginning of become a real shinigami. The students just got their main partner. It will become much more interesting now. A few hours after the issuing finished, the instructor for the fourth year class called up all of his students attending the hollow practice hunt. They would be going to the real world to train on dummy hollows. The class lined up in rows, the students curiously looking to the front of the line to see where they were going. Short after they were organized, the instructor began to lead them into the portal of the living. They stepped through in pairs of 3, the 3 beside them being the partners. The order in which the partners was decided was done on the number your zanpaktou was. 19 would have been paired with 29 and 39, 20 would have been paired with 30 and 40, and so on. The order was due to the large amount of fourth yea students. Sonomori's team approached the gate, their eyes peering vaguely into the swirling vortex of blue and white covered by a outline of stone as a gate. They each stepped one foot in first, then following up with their entire body. Supposedly for the first time people it was a very strenuous task to travel between worlds. Then again some people also found it very amusing. As the light began to darken at the end of the tunnel of swirling blue and white, a picture began to form in the view. It was that of a small town. They stepped outwards, their feet planting upon the roof a building as they lined back up in their rows of three and proceeded to the area in which they would be instructed on what to do. Each student lined up to the area, a big clearing upon the top of a roof. The main director walked up from behind a few of the highest ranking seniors at the academy. "In this drill you will be fighting dummy hollow" From the point of the students he continued on most about the stuff they already knew and the things that they would have to do to complete the mission with a passing grade. From amongst the directors words a few statements caught the attention of Sonomori's ears. "The team that gets the best score shall automatic become a second semester academy student." This seemed like a very interesting chance for him. "If there arn't any question you may begin, the one with the most hollow kills wins!" A dash of three man teams shot out from each direction in a flurry to win. Sonomori's team shot off to the left, "Alright guys since these are dummy hollows then we should just outsmart them, we will distract one from the front and finish it from the back with a kidou." A rude implement from behind Sonomori replied "Who made you the leader?" Sonomori didn't even bother to answer to this stupid question. He knew that this was the smartest way to get the most points. The other one just stayed quiet. As they moved forward they saw another team getting completely destroyed by a dummy hollow. It appeared that these dummy hollow were definitely not as weak as intended. "Shakkahou!" A blazing red fire blew from Sonomori's hand as the passed, crashing into the hollow and blowing it to pieces before it even noticed he was there. "One down" Sonomori said in a cocky attitude. Sonomori's teammates smirked, moving at a faster pace towards a hollow in front of them. The assumed formation quickly, surrounding the hollow in a triangle. The front two drew their zanpaktou, Sonomori sliding in from behind as the two in the front brought down their katana. The dummy hollow jumped back, as planned flying right into Sonomori's zanpaktou. It as quickly slashed in half, his teammates counting "Two down" The hunt continued for hours, "Twenty three down" from the left, "Forty six down" from the right. They hunted down a total of 72 dummy hollow. The amount released was well over 500. It appeared that more than 20 of the teams where either defeated or disqualified for some reason. The night passed on and the students were called back. From this point only a fraction of the students that came here were still standing. Sonomori's team standed tall. They were sure they had the highest score. Even the instructors were impressed on their cooperation. Even more so that their team contained what would seem like a prodigy 10 year old. They walked down, the director pulling a piece of paper from the envelope. They called the names inside, it appeared that more than just a few people were getting promoted. "Haku, Sonomori, Zenzo, ect" He kept continuing on. It appeared that as they thought, their team had been chosen to go to second semester. A few moments later, the ones that wern't called walked out. At this point there was little than 10 of us left. Sonomori's full team was easily there. The director began to speak, "You have shown the teamwork skills and power to be declared not only second semester students. This was the exit exam for the fourth year, and all of you standing here passed it with flying colors." All the students faces lit up, they had passed the fourth year without even knowing they were taking the exit exam. It was truly a high point for all of the students there.
(A few months later)
Each student that had passed the hollow examination was now a full fledged shinigami. They each had their own uniform, their own zanpaktou and now they had to pick their own squad. It isn't a very difficult thing to do. However, the rest of their lives depended on which squad they would choose. Would they choose the front lines 11th squad? The kidou squad 4th? The assasination squad 2nd? It all depending on what the shinigami would want to do for the rest of his or her lives. For Sonomori the choice was a bit of a hard decision. He wanted his shikai to match the squad in which he was going to enroll in. This was a difficult task because he had not even began to think he could master shikai. In the end he might even stay at the academy a few more years to mature and learn his shikai. Most students at this point just join what they think is cool, and their shikai ends up being useful for what they chose. So if the time comes before it is mastered, that is the course of action. Plus to the fact that they don't let you stay at the academy any longer than the time it took you to graduate. In a desperate attempt to learn it before he was forced to choose his squad, Sonomori set out to the edge of the rukongai where he would perform extense training throughout the rest of the year, in which time he would have to choose. It took a few days to travel from the gate out to the edge, but with a little effort he made it there shortly before nightfall. "Hmmm.. its going to be dark soon. I'll probably need to set up camp here just encase." The words echoing out into the darkening trees as he pulled out the supplies he had brought. He set up a few rods, attaching a small overcoat to them. Then set it down on the ground like I tent. "Alright now I'm going to need some firewood. He looked around his campsite to check if there was anything. To his advantage there was a recently fallen tree nearby in which he gathered his firewood from, kindling it into a pile and lighting it on fire. The rest of the night was spent on guard, and in a mild sleep. As the sun rose the next morning the fire was already burnt out, Sonomori awaking with a yawn and stretch. It only took him but a few minutes to pack back up his things and keep moving. He was headed to the waterfall. The residents that he had passed in the rukongai had told him to stay away from it, mostly they were worried because he was only 10 years old and trying to go out into the wilderness by himself. However, Like always this didnt even so much as hinder his plans. The residents told of hollow that have been seen around the area, giving the perfect opportunity to get some real battle experience. A few hours of travel lead him to a large clearing with a beautiful waterfall in the middle, pouring out hundreds of gallons into the river below. Sonomori walked up to the river, splashing some water in his face before taking a drink. "Well this seems like the best of places." He began to set back up his camp, only setting up the tent. "I'll just have to gather the firewood later." He unsheathed his zanpaktou, planting it in the ground in front of him. He pulled a book from his backpack, flipping through the pages as if it were a manual. "Ahh here it is, the best method for obtaining shikai. Hmmm.. It says here that the best way to obtain it would be to through yourself into a life or death situation to where you must cooperate with your sword, or die. Well that sounds pretty dangerous." Sonomori laughed to himself, unaware that there was a hollow lurking within the shadows around him. A few moments after he had read the line, a lion like hollow sprang from the trees, Sonomori reflexively grabbing the hilt of his sword and swinging it out of the ground at the hollow. The tip of the blade sliced into the mask, causing the hollow to topple to the side in pain as it dissipated into the air. "Phew.. that was a close one. I suppose I should be a tad bit more careful." The days continued. A few hollow attacks now and then. It was fairly boring other than the strict training. More or less he focused mainly on building up his own strength with the sword, practicing the kendo that was taught at the academy. Even though his body was small, it began to build as he had to hunt for his food and take care of himself. It was true when they said that living in the wilderness is the best of training you can obtain. He barely kept himself entertained by reading books that he had brought. This kept him both knowledgeable in both his mind and his body.
(8 months later.)
As time closed closer to the time limit, a peaceful day turned into a struggle for life and death. Sonomori had been training constantly out in the wilderness for about 8 months now, learning how to fend for himself with ease. One day, as the night began to draw near, Sonomori was setting up his camp for the night. He went out to gather firewood, as usual carrying his katana. From within the trees came forth a loud roar. A blazing screech of combined hollow voice pounding into the forest. In a second, hundreds of eyes began to open around Sonomori, circling his body like a pack of wolves. It appeared that his constant killing of hollow in the area and finally drawn the main pack. From each side rushed a hollow, a flash of metal flying at each of them as they came, some attacks missing while others striking. Blood poured from the dissipating wounds of each hollow he killed, but to no end whatsoever. The hollow just kept coming. It was no end in sight, and things were getting grim. Sonomori's small figure could not last for much longer. He desperately lashed out at a hollow charging him. The claws of the beast mixed with the misty breath behind the mask slowly clashing with the zanpaktou, sending a spark into the air. They twisted around, the hollow jumping off the blade. Sonomori's small figure was thrown back, lowering his stance for a split second due to the shock. As he was regaining his stance, the hollow bounced off the ground in front of him, launching it's body forward faster than the previous dash. The claws rose into the darkened air, racing towards the boy with a vicious intent to kill on contact. Stumbling to attack, the boy lost his focus in the sight of the hollow. The area turning trey around him like he was about to die. It all seemed to be in slow motion, the inability to react in the face of a life or death situation. A voice called in his head, "redirect through space.... Kaishin!" It was as if he was calling these words himself, a shot of energy flying through his body as his sword began to glow a shining white. A symbol began to burn painlessly into Sonomori's right and left hands. His sword fading into mid air as the symbols completed. In confusion an instinct took over, Sonomori throwing out his arm into the air, his two fingers of his right hand pointing directly at the face of the hollow. A singe began to form in the air in-front of his fingers. A blade shot outwards into the air, faster than the hollow's movements it completed the extension direction into the mask of the hollow. The blade quickly retracting as fast as it shot outwards back into the singe. It was obvious to him now that he had obtained shikai, and without realizing it he had said those words.
(A few seconds earlier inside of his mind.)
Sonomori appeared within a strange world, looking around to spectate where he was. He was in complete confusion. The last thing he remembered was the area turning gray and the fierce red eyes of the hollow inches away from his body. Suddenly a man appeared behind him, "Wondering where you are?" Sonomori turned around startled as could be. He looked up to the figure, dressed in a ripped up coat of pure white. "Um, yes actually" In a quick response the man replied "You are inside of your mind, I am your sword Kaishin." Sonomori's face lit up with excitement, "Really?!?!" The man nodded, touching the forehead of his body with the tips of his fingers. "My ability is quite simple, I'm sure you can understand. From the control of my two fingers, index and middle, I can dematerialize myself into absolutely nothing, and reform elsewhere. Needless to say I as in the blade." Sonomori replied curiously, "So all I have to do is focus on a point, and mark it with my fingers and the blade will come out?" Kaishin looked down at the boy, "Pretty good deduction, however there is much more to it than just that. If you noticed, there are markings on both of your hands. Do know what that means?" Sonomori brought up his hands to look at them, "Two blades?" A smile lit up on the zanpaktou's face "Why yes, you can re materialize two different blades of 7 feet length anywhere within your visual range as long as you mark them with your fingers. As you progress you will gain many more abilities than just this. Now I suppose you will need some practice as eh? Before I send you back you must pierce me once with your attacks. Or you will stay trapped in your mind forever." Sonomori's jaw just simply dropped. "Well I suppose it would be good practice," a smirk lighting up on his face as his fingers pointed to a area singeing on the area in front of his zanpaktou. A blazing fast blade shot outwards to the flowing backwards figure. The blade had missed. "Late timing, you were too slow." Sonomori continued to shoot his fingers outwards, blades flying out of singes in the air around his zanpaktou. The blades missed one after another. It appeared that his zanpaktou was much to fast. "Sonomori, the speed of your blades depend on how fast you flick your fingers at the target, if your only moving them a small bit they will be so slow that your opponent will dodge." Sonomori jumped back, the tips of his fingers moving inward without the use of his arms. "And remember, the angle of the blade depends on the angle of your fingers." However, Sonomori had already figured this out, as a diagonal blade shot down from behind Kaishin's shoulder. Kaishen looked back, another singe forming in front of his stomach at the movements of his fingers. His shoulder clipped the blade, twisting to avoid the pierce of his stomach. "Eh pretty good for a beginner." He smirked, the world swirling inwards into the newly forming consciousness of the world. As he awoke from his mind the hollow in front of him had been pierce clean through. His head turning left then right, a quick flicker of the wrist and a scream. A blade had come down on a hollow to his right. It pierced his head clean through. The hollow dissipated upwards into the air, a screech of pain and agony rippling into the air. All the hollow began to flood inwards in a swarm. As each hollow rushed from the bush into the clearing, a quick flick of the wrist followed. As each hollow came a sing appeared above their head, the timing slicing and piercing them as they came. Each of their bodies floated up into the air in the form of a dark mist. This continued for hours, sharpening the senses of the boy and maturing his reiastu. A flurry of metal ended the rampage, the last hollow had jumped from its confines to be pierced from the underside. The beast dissipated in black mist into the dark sky, fading from existence as the boy collapsed over in exhaustion. The symbols upon his hands faded slowly back into the sheath tied to his side. His eyes shut, falling into a deep sleep.
(A few days later)
He awoke beside the water, the sun just rising from the horizon. He sat up, looking around with a crushing headache. "I wonder how long I was out." His eyes wandered around the area, covered in slash marks and dismantled trees. With a quick flip unto his feet, he began to walk over to his camping supplies, the horrid smell of rotting food filling his nose. "Dammit I must have been out for at least 3 days, all my food has gone bad." He picked the food out of his tent and tossed it into the woods, cleaning out the insides as he did so. "Well, I suppose I should head back to the seriete. They are probably going to call for squads in a few weeks." A snap, then the sound of folding following a yawn broke his conversation, even though it was to himself. He packed all of the stuff upon his back, surprised at how utterly light the material was. A quick note of how much he had grew over the few months. He was at least 3 inches taller, now being 11 years old instead of 10. The path was a long way back, at least 20 miles. In a sense it only took him about a week to reach the area, so he figured it would take about a week to go back. A few hollow attacks now and then, but more or less it was a rather enjoyable trip. The loud voice of a man called out with a waving arm as he approached the rukongai. Sonomori walked up to him, "Eh what is it." The old man panted for a second, "They are starting the squad selection early you might want to get a move on it before your written out." Sonomori began to dash towards the seriete gate, waving back at the old man, "Thanks oji-san." He ran straight past the gate, the guards looking back and thinking " what the hell?" He blew through the doors to the academy, rushing out into the courtyard where they had already began. He had completly forgot the fact that his equipment was still on his back. He dropped it down, the eyes peering at him as he did so. One of the instructors yelled out "Take a seat, no more disruptions from you." Of course he obediently did so, sitting down on the 4th row from the platform in which the instructors where standing on. This was the final graduation ceremony, all the captains gathering. They called out his name, "Sonomori" and continued as he got out of his seat. He walked up to the left side, placing his piece of paper in the box set for squad two, and walked back down to the courtyard to take a seat. The ceremony lasted a few more hours, making everyone sit patiently as they called the final names. At the end of the ceremony each shinigami was told to go behind the captain in a army style formation to receive their squad jackets. At the end of the day, all the students went home to rest, and continue on the next day as full fledged shinigami.
(15 years later)
A call for all assassination experts was issued for the 2nd squad. over the many years Sonomori had learned be one of the quietest assassins the in the world. His shikai especially helped this fact, due to its very discretionary ability. In the middle of the night, all the squad 2 shinigami where assembling. The captain walked in front of the armada style formation and began giving the instructions. "This is very important, an escaped convict has just been sighted in the rukongai. He is very dangerous and should be taken out with extreme caution. Your job is to find and kill this man." She held up a picture, though hardly any of us could see it in this darkness. Sonomori managed to catch a small glimpse of it though. It really looked like something straight out of hell. The man in the picture looked like his face was shot right through a blender, the scars everywhere on his face. "Dismissed!" the captains rather loud voice pierced the ears of all the shinigami. All of them shot outwards in each direction, all headed for the rukongai. Sonomori approached from the left wall, mounting himself on the edge as to look down and scout. His eyes crossed over a suspicious looking man, a scar being on his left cheek and forehead. The man was sneaking around as if he was trying to hide, it was obviously the criminal. However like all assassins knew, you could never be to sure in the world of assassination. Knowing this Sonomori waited patiently for the others to scout and define him as the criminal. He moved quickly, stalking the man as he passed through the rukongai. Along the way he started to pick up other scouts, it was now curtain that this was the man they were after. He ran back into the woods, a big mistake for those who are trying to escape. For Sonomori these woods where like his backyard. He had no chance now. The chase continued for a few hours, the man fleeing into a cave. "Hmmm.. This will be the perfect opportunity, there is an entrance on the other side." He thought to himself, watching foolishly as one of the scouts ran swiftly into the cave. Sonomori jumped around, entering from the far opposite side. He walked calmly through the cave, dark though it may be. He knew the entrances and exits well, it was nothing for him to navigate the cave to where the scout that had entered and the criminal was fighting. He could hear from behind a rock the sound of his comrade being slashed. The criminal had just cut down a squad 2 member in cold blood. "This is the perfect time to strike" he though to himself. "Redirect through space, Kaishin." His sword faded into the air as the man's head turned to see glowing red circles on a crouching man's hands. The hands where already full extended, the area mark singed into a outward flowing blade. A quick shot of metal, with the utter confusion of the darkness set forth a piercing blow to the criminal. A blade had came out from the front, the man reacting to jump back into another blade that was set horizontally, slashing into his back muscle. He fell over with a large gash in his back, coughing up blood as his back hit the ground. Pooling in blood his eyes looked over to the man walking towards him. "Game over." His hand shot downward into the air, a singe following at the man's neck from above him. A blade shot down through his throat, sending a fatal shock into his body. The last bit of blood coughed from his throat, spilling from the hole and unto the ground. "Well that's over with." He said, grabbing the collar of the man's shirt. "Now the hard part of dragging him all the way back to the seriete.. dammit maybe I should just call the squad." He walked out of the cave and gave a loud whistle, the sound breaching all the way back to the rukongai. He sat down, dropping the body on a nearby patch of grass as he waited for the recovery team. It was only a few minutes before the arrived, carefully examining the body. As they were doing so Sonomori slipped back off into the forest, probably heading back home. The scout looked up, only to see that the man who killed the criminal was gone. "Hmmm.. Alright men lets take this body back." They shuffled off into the distance with the body on a stretcher.
(2 years later.)
The captain had just finished briefing a new mission, this mission was said to be the most dangerous of all the missions that were ever given. The job was to hunt down a rouge shinigami who had just slaughtered 5 elite shinigami. It was a high class mission with high reward. Most of the squad backed down, too scared to do anything about it. Sonomori stood forward when she asked who was brave enough to do this mission. He glanced around, noticing that he was the only one to stand forward. "So you think you can take him?" The captain said arrogantly. "At least I can try, unlike these pathetic cowards." The captain laughed at Sonomori's comment, the scorn of the entire squad focused on him. "Well well, that's quite bold of you." The captain slid Sonomori a sheet of white paper, most likely the details of the mission. "So? Are you still up to it." Sonomori laughed, "Well If I backed down now I wouldn't be proving anything now would I?" The captain and him both laughed informally, making the lieutenant very uncomfortable. As Sonomori was walking out of the courtyard the captain yelled to him, "Don't get yourself killed." Even though Sonomori had no intention of doing such. From the sheet of paper the man was a former officer, exiled due to conspiracy. It said that the last whereabouts of the man was seen on earth. However, finding him was easier said than done. He had no leads as to which town, and the journey to the human world was one he had not done very often. After a few days of resting, Sonomori headed outwards into the human world, taking the gate in which he had used previously in his academy years. He appeared in front of a large shrine, obviously controlled by shinigami in gigais. Sonomori looked around, trying to find out where he was. A staircase downward came to his attention. He began to walk over to it, a large city appearing in the background. "Ahhhh this must be the town he was last seen in." His head moved side to side in a perspective gaze. He began to walk down the staircase, noting the people that walked by. It was a few hours before he had reached downtown. His eyes searched around, looking for what might perhaps be the target. "I'd search for his reiastu, but if he hasnt been found by now its because he is most likely suppressing it." He sighed softly, "What a pain... I wonder.." His head rose upwards, looking at the large mountain at the end of the city. "I guess I'll just check there." He said walking off into the distance. A few hours later he reached the road up the mountain, it was a dirt path. He began to walk up the road, his eye catching something floating around in the air. It appeared to be a trip wire. "Yea he's definitely here.." Sonomori jumped up into a tree branch, hopping over the trip wire and continuing up the mountain. "The reiastu is getting stronger, he is up here.." He thought to himself, hopping from tree to tree. As he reached the top of the mountain, a shrine came into view. it was well hidden from the road, it was a good think he was hopping in the trees to avoid the trip wires. He jumped down unto the ground, cautiously sneaking into the shrine. From within the shrine was a man sitting at the foot of a golden statue. It must of been the captain, there is no other with that kind of reiastu. "Hmmm.. I'm going to stray from my path of assassination" as he said walking out from the shadows. " The former captain looked over his shoulder "You will regret not killing me silently kid.." The man said whilst drawing his katana. "Eh, I'd prefer a head on fight." Sonomori said, dashing at his opponent with his katana flying out of it's sheath. The two blades clashed, throwing sparks into the air. Each of them jumped back, lashing out again at each other. The sparks flew into the air as the clang of metal filled the air. A downward strike from above fell upon Sonomori's sword, the man throwing the force of his weight and his strength thus cracking the wooden floor. Sonomori was thrown down into the ground, smashing the wooden floor into bits as it scattered dust up into the air. The man lashed back downwards at him, his katana gleaming in the light. A blade flew up from the ground, Sonomori's katana shooting up to meet his opponents as the clashed, throwing each other back. "Your not half bad kid, but its time to stop playing around." The man said whilst holding his sword. "Raise above the burning flames, Kaizen!" His blade began to boil red hot, steam flying up into the air from the burning steel. He lashed out his blade, the blade acting like a liquid, burning into the air at Sonomori. In a quick defense, Sonomori jumped back, flash stepping away from the liquid that was contracting back into his opponents sword. "Eh a shikai eh? Alright then. Redirect through space, Kaishin!" Sonomori's blade faded into his hands, the symbols forming upon his skin. The former captain lashed out, the hot metal burning the floorboards as it shot outwards at him. Sonomori shot his hand up quickly, a blade flying from the captains feet as Sonomori flash stepped upwards to the ceiling. The captain jumped back, lashing his sword outwards at the ceiling, the floor burning underneath. Sonomori crossed his arms at the ground, two blades blowing out the ceiling for him to flash step high above the metal as to not get burned. The entire ceiling began to light on fire, burning in the molten metal. The man jumped into the air. His body facing Sonomori. "Eh pretty good kid, I gotta give you this you can dodge an attack, however I still would have killed me while you hav the chance!" He lashed out his arm again, a wave of metal flying over the entire area surrounding Sonomori. Sonomori flash step back, the ascended higher into the air with downward flowing hands. Two blades shot out from above at the man, quickly slicing off parts of his jacket as he attempted to dodge. In a quick jolt, Sonomori rushed at the man, his arms flying in each direction as a blade singed out of the air in front of him, throwing him on defensive. The man jumped back, his blade rising above his head in a downward slash that blew away the metal of Sonomori's blades. The singes in the air now covered with molten metal and sealing up before the blades could pierce into his dimension. The massive wave of molten metal shot back up at Sonomori, being redirected through the man's hilt. Metal shot up at him faster than he could move, burning the bottom of his sandals and burning his coat. Quickly thinking, Sonomori jumped out to the side, the massive cloud of metal flying into the air, then turning back down to chase him. "Shit.. I cant keep this up much longer." he said as an idea stuck him. He flash stepped forward at the captain, his right arm flowing to the side, a marking singe appearing near the captain's neck. His left arm flowing down, a singe mark appearing out of the captains view to his side. The captain moved his sword up, the metal twisting as the blades flew out of the singes. Suddenly the man yelled out. "Bankai!" The metal glowing a hot white, the entire area being surrounded in a bright light. In the midst of the light the blades were melted out of the singe. As the darkness set back in, Sonomori caught a glimpse of his opponent. He was covered in a white hot metal, like he had become metal himself. The former captain through out his arm, a molten shot flying out with it from within the confines of his palm. Sonomori dashed over to the side, his hand flowing to the right. The singe appeared, the blade following out to clash with another metal. It had hit his neck, the metal surrounding his body had cooled in the instant to harden back into a solid and deflect the blade. "Shit.. this isn't good." The molten metal twisted around the blade, melting it into him before it could retreat back into the hole. "Damnit!" Another shot of metal flew outwards from the man, forming a tidal wave that Sonomori could not avoid. It flew up into the air, covering the sky with white hot metal. "Shit I'm done for if I don't do somthing." This though went through Sonomori's head as the world around him began to turn gray like it had before when he learned his shikai. A voice called in his head, "This all you got kid? Come on do I always have to save your ass." The world around him shattered, flowing into his mind as it did. Sonomori appeared before his sword. "Eh? Again.?" Sonomori said with a puzzled look. Kaishin lifted his hand up, bring it down on Sonomori's head. "IDOIT! what the fuck do mean again? I'm going to save your ass." Sonomori rubbed his head, "If your going to save my ass you might want to hurry the fucking hell up and do it. If you hadnt noticed we are about to die." Kaishin sighed, "Impatient as always.. I'm guessing you know what our bankai is then, correct?" Sonomori replied with confidence, "I've got a feeling I know what it is.." Kaishin nodded, "Then no further questions, the call is... Redirect through all.." The world once shattered again, Sonomori appeared back before the giant wave of metal. "Redirect through all, Bankai Kaishin!" The symbols on Sonomori's hands began to burn a hot white, refracting all the light from the metal as if it was nothing. A large circle began to flow from his body, almost like a shock wave that threw back the metal. The metal was like water, and the ring was wind. It blew back the metal upon his opponent like it was nothing. A massive amount of reiastu flying from his body as the circle completed its area. The former captain looked down at his feet, the area glowing. "A bankai huh? I didn't expect that from a kid like you." He said lashing his arm back out at his oppoent. "Then again you can't expect your death, "Sonomori's body moved freely in the area, appearing behind the man faster than he could even see. "Your in my domain, you wont live much longer." The man's eye widened in shock as singes appeared everywhere around the circle of light, blades flying up from all directions. Blades flew up from the two's feet as Sonomori's body faded. A graveyard of blades forming around them all the sound of metal clashed into the air. "HA you think your puny blades can pierce my armor!" Sonomori grinned, "They don't have too" Sonomori said, as a blade flew out from within the man's stomach. "Simply put, I can summon blades inside of an object. If they are standing still I will simply pierce them from the inside out." Sonomori's words echoed into the fading armor, the metal dissipating into the air along with the circle of light. The man's body began to fall to the ground, plowing into the temple with a crash. "Eh its a bit different from what I expected, but that'll do." Sonomori said as he fell back down to the ground with a soft landing, walking over to the dieing body of his opponent. "Well well, who was it that should have killed you while he had the chance?" The man coughed up blood and not words, perishing quickly from internal bleeding. "Well I suppose I should call the team, I wonder if they are around here anywhere..." As he said that, 9 scouts appeared behind him. "Good work, we'll take it from here." Sonomori sat down on a half broken bench, looking up at the destroyed roof. Time passed, and Sonomori went back to the seirete. For the next hundred years he would train on his skills, aiming to fully master his bankai.
(Remainder of years until the present have passed)
Current Residence: Seirete
Fighting Style: Close Range
Personality: Unlike many people, many forms and mindsets exist within Sonomori's mind. Almost like a split personality, however somewhat merged like a thread of different color sewn into a quilt. From his blood thirsty side, so the calm and gentle philosopher his mood can change in a second. However, it is not random nor will it ever be. His first side is his mask, his hypocrite self that ignores the darker thoughts. This side of him enjoys the simpler things in life, and tends to toy around with everyone he fights against. Like a philosopher, he ponders so many things, filtering reality from fiction, constantly battling the inner self. When chosen to make decisions, he would choose the logical over the illogical, to sacrifice a thousand for a million is an easy task. Human life is no consideration within his mind. Cruel though it may be, this is how it shall happen and will not change, for he is a one of hidden stubbornness brought on by his intelligence. Needless to say, he is the one who deceives all, including himself. His inner personality triggers at the excitement of a fight. This self in particular is overjoyed at the thought of killing, and given the chance to personally spill blood he kicks off the rest of the mind and does it without control. While he only appears in a fight, he is the most varied of people, and undoubtedly the single most intelligent being in the art of war that has ever stepped foot upon the soil that we call reality. From the mastering genius of strategy, to the engaged battle of swords it seems like he can do it all without even trying, truly a demon in the art of war. But like a diamond, his control is rare. As the fight begins to descend from interest, he will simply let the others take control and not care a bit about it in the end. Last, is the true Sonomori. The one who originally called the body his own. The other two personalities are just a spawn of his inner mind, for they are two parts of a whole that makes up his true self. He drives only for himself, and will accomplish only what he intends to. So much so, that he spawned off the others to control his body when he didn't wish to bother with the various movements of his body. This personality stays deep within his mind, watching from afar as what he does like the puppet master.
While all three of these personalities reside within Sonomori's mind, they do not fight for control and thus his mood is not randomly changed, for they all make up what he really is.
Squad: 5
Start Kidou[You get one]: Shakkahou
Zanpakutô Spirit: Kaishin seems almost like a benevolent being. His entire body is covered in white leather, stained like it was bleached by purity. The white leather is complimented by his long, snow white hair, flowing all around his body that seems to give off a godly glow. Like his master, his eyes are a florescent blue, like a flowing sea of sapphire encased in a sphere. His skin also shares the same appearance, along with the overall body structure
Sealed Zanpakutô : While unreleased, his form is that of a regular kodachi, a sword being roughly 2 feet and resembles a shortened katana.
Shikai Description: While in shikai, the blade singes scar-like marks into Sonomori's hands. These marks are the only distinct alert that he has activated shikai
Shikai Abilities: When shikai is activated, the zanpaktou begins to break down in a micro substance. After breaking down it enters the user's body and begins to multiply like a virus. This is the basic form, and the holding stage.
The first stage of his shikai, is the excrete the virus from his body in the form of a macroscopic darkness, that is made up of billions of moving particles that make up the main body of the shikai. When the virus is used in this form, it can be used to decay minor living things around him, such as plants and small animals. In some cases it might even begin to decay the skin of a human who as little to no spiritual power. Direct contact would result in the slow process of the victim's reiatsu being broken down into food for the virus. However, as this process depends on the condension of the reaitsu that it touches, it could have either a major effect on the weak, or no effect on the strong. Most importantly, in this state it can only spread unto something that has direct contact with the host. Meaning, if the host were to let go of his victim then the virus would stop the breakdown and the remaining particles on their body would slowly die.
These are the abilities in this stage.
Kuroiken ( ??? )
- This ability allows the user to solidify the virus using his reiatsu. The virus can be solidified into many different shapes and forms, however the most basic uses for it are to form a quick blade in which to gaurd or make quick strikes with. Because the user must condense his reiatsu over the virus, the changes cannot be instant, nor can he control the shape. In the end, this will end up feeding the virus his reiatsu.
Stage two of his shikai is a parasitic version of the first. As the shikai enters the second stage it begins to absorb reiatsu on contact. This means that the particles also absorb the reiatsu of the user, considering that they are inside of him. Each particle cannont absorb more than 3/4 of their body size ( Microscopic ). They they do they will cause an explosion, and if this is triggered while inside the user's body then it will obviously kill him.
These are the abilities in stage 2
Kuroitate ( ???????? )
- This ability creates a shield of absorbing particles on a designated part of the user's body. It can be used to form a literal shield, to a coating that lays on the skin. After the reiatsu has been absorbed by the particles it will be exhaled by the virus into the air so that it does not overload.
Makikesei ( ?????? )
-This ability latches on a reiatsu draining parasite, that is usually the size of tick. When this parasite reaches it's peak it will exploded, damaging the opponent greatly. However, there is a major flaw in this. The user cannot stop it once it has started. If the opponent wishes too he/she could turn this attack against him. Sonomori has one counter to this method, and that is to quickly send a large amount of reiatsu into it, to detonate it in the opposite direction. Using this method while is stage two, however, would result in a massive loss of reiatsu, and possibly towards death.
Iki ( ??? )
-This ability is basically a fallback. If the user accidentally store's particles that have absorbed to much, and the situation is life threatening, he can use his reiatsu to signal an exhale of reiatsu out of his body. This allows something that could be somewhat fatal, to be neutralized as best as possible. However, this does not come without strain. Depending on how much reiatsu is stored in his body, the controlled release could damage him from the inside out. (Note: This cannot be controlled to just a few individual particles, if it is done, it is done to all particles inside him.
Release: Effectuate ,Kurogaidoku ( ???????? )
Bankai Description: When bankai is activated, the strange markings on the user's hands spread upwards to his shoulders and unto his chest like tribal markings. The darkness that was stored in his body begins to slowly flow outwards like a darkened reiatsu, giving off a very intimidating feeling.
Bankai Abilities: The bankai is a activation of all the stored reiatsu that was absorbed in shikai. When bankai is activated the virus begins to burn off the reiatsu stored inside all of the particles, giving the fiery appearance. Basically what this means is that the user of the zanpaktou, is using the original form of his shikai as "fuel" to drastically increase his power.
The First stage of his form is the basic "out-put" form. What it does is it uses the energy that is being burned from the virus, to make the user's body more powerful. (Like a machine). This state allows him to use the reiatsu stored freely around him with a higher control than normal.
Myaku
-This ability pulsates the user's reiatsu massively, like a chainsaw. When this technique is in use, his reiatsu that surrounds him will rip flesh from bone. In addition, this can be focused to his hands to deliver a crushing area-of-effect attack. This sends a somewhat fatal sonic boom into the direction of his fist. The air in the blast radius starts to vibrate so fast that it begins to break down rock and other hard material.
Oshitama
-This ability compresses a mass of air into the user's fist, pressuring it with over a hundred thousand pounds of pressure. When his fist is thrusts forwards and his palm is opened, an air mass bursts out at the speed of sound. This causes a force that can be condensed for maximum damage, or a widened blast that can stun the opponent.
Teikirema
-This ability compresses a packet of air under the user's feet. When released, it can propel the user and twice the speed of a regular shupou with up to 10x the accuracy.
BakuhaSeichu
-This ability sends out a mass of reiatsu at the opponent in the form of a white light. This "White Light" travels quickly to an area and explodes on impact. Other forms of this would include condensing the light on his palm an making contact with his opponent for a crushing double edged explosion. (Note: This light does not travel at the speed of light, it merely takes that form.)
KidouAnpu
-What this does, is it uses the stored reiatsu as an amplifier. It allows the kidou used by Sonomori to increase greatly in both speed and power. This can be used to amplify a kidou up to 4x it's original strength.
Roleplay Sample: -Sonomori slid down the bank of a large dune, the sand slipping beneath the wooden sandals latched to his feet. The wooden impression plopped into the bottom of the sand bank, the wooden extensions sinking into the sand with the majority of his feet. His flowing sapphire eyes gazed serenely around his this arid place, scanning for any sign of life. "Well this place is dead..." He said to himself in a bit of a depressed tone. Sonomori pulled his feet from beneath the shifting sand, the wind beginning to pick up from behind. Sand blew wildly off the top of the dune, raining down on Sonomori's head as he shook it off in a quick twitch of his head. "Well I better get going before I'm buried alive under this shit." His voice almost echoed out into the distance with an agitated tone. He wandered for a few miles, leaving the crossing prints of his feet to blow away in the changing tide of dry grain. The serene glow of his sapphire eyes became florescent in the imposing twilight, glimmering in the light of the setting sun as they pierced over the horizon.
From the setting sun, cried out a piercing roar of a beast. "I guess their is life in this God forsaken desert, but not exactly what I was looking for I suppose.." Sonomori said hopping up to the top of the nearest dune. His eyes gazed downwards, seeing the dark skin and ghost white mask of a rather weird beast. His hand flowed silently to his sword, slowly unsheathing the almost silver metal. The amber glow of the sun bounced of the reflecting metal, giving it the orange tint around its edges. Glares slowly slipped off like water to the tip, his stance slowly forming with the blade moving towards this pitiful creature. It slowly tilted down, a quick flash of lines, almost creating an afterimage slid downwards to it's back. The cold metal slide into the neck of the beast, piercing into its crimson red blood with the glow of the amber sun. A loud scream escaped from the mask, piercing like a nails on a chalkboard into his ears. "Shut up will you.." His hand slowly drove upwards with the cruel intent of his words, seperating the flesh and bone. The blade slung upwards into the air, the moving path of the metal slashing the windpipe of the hollow. A shock of pain slid through the hollows body, it's flesh slowly turning into the dark mush that lost it's opacity as it dissipated into the air.
Subject: Sonomori Anokoku WIP 
Sun Sep 04, 2011 1:14 pm
