Onigan Ne
May 4, 2012 13:20:26 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 13:20:26 GMT -8
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Name: Onigan Ne
Gender: Male
Age: 718; appears to be roughly 19 though short and youthful in appearance
Faction: Shinigami
Rank: Gobantaichou
Reiatsu Color: Dark twilight gold
Reiatsu Aura: There can only be one feeling to describe; that of pure awe. Such awe to cause one to merely stand still and stare and ignore time itself.
Appearance:
Brown hair with eyes of twilight gold (as shown), slightly short and on the lean side, but built to be agile and dexterous. He stands at a height of roughly five feet, and is at the average weight for his size. Often times called a child due to his size and his demeanor though still treated with respect as befitting his rank. He wears the standard Taichō uniform with the proud symbol of his division upon his back. His outfit is modified, the sleeves removed, and is somewhat shorter in the back where the tails are located, due to his height so as not to let the uniform drag on the ground behind him.
In addition, he wears a pair of custom gloves of his own preference. As Taichō of the communication divisions, he needs to have gentle hands when taking care of the Jikoguchi, and also, wears them while practicing his instruments. His hair is often lays down flat, spiking out in the front to give an unusual look, and is often seen wearing an attentive and listening look upon his face. Occasionally he will be often found, after finishing reports, cataloguing the daily messages, and also finishing taking care of the jigokuchu as well as finishing his message deliveries, on the rooftop of the fifth division, playing his Kokoyu or a shamisen.
Personality: Rather normal for a short fellow, he is often the one to take a moment and think before he speaks. However, while cautious with his words and actions, when a decision has been made, it must be carried out, and will be carried out. He has a particular attitude towards combat, stemming from his continuing training and practice in capoeira; the hands are meant for creation, and as such, he is more prone to think as he fights.
Due to his size though, he has been required to learn patience and prolong his temper when referred to as a child, thus, he is not one to rise to an insult or be provoked easily. This has also created a desire to understand and better communicate with his fellow Shinigami, meaning that he will more than often try to listen and understand another Shinigami, when he can. Often times, when he is not directly on duty, he is seen taking the time to take care of the Jigokochu and watching them with fascination.
History: Born in Rukongai to a small family of musicians, the youngest of four. Just like his siblings, the young Ne grew up learning music on the Shamisen as well as other various instruments. He had a gift for music and sound, so much that he was often seen performing on a small flute his father gave him for the other children. The young boy had more than just musical talent, he had a great power that was slowly awakening inside of him.
At a young age and as he was practicing on his Kokyu, he heard the sound of drums outside, and he went outside to investigate the apparent show. However, instead of finding other musicians he found a ring of people, a few beating against drums in a rhythmic manner, and then looked at the center of the ring. To his surprise, two men were seeming to fight, but never connected with their blows. In fact they seemed to take turns exchanging hits and continuously used various forms of kicks. It was quite a sight for the young musician to see, and quietly, he asked one of the audience about the two fighters; what were they doing, why mock hits, why use a drum.
The answer was simple, they were practicing Capoeira. Fascinated and intrigued as a musician and a young man, he requested that the meistre, a master, teach him, and in exchange, he would do the repairs on their drums. A deal was struck, and for the next twenty years, Ne did nothing but practice Capoeira, his music, and also learned more about the rhythmic art until finally, he was able to flawlessly do a roda, a round, and "beat" his meistre. With a bow of respect, the young boy watched in awe as the others accepted him as a meistre, and he continued to maintain their instruments, free of charge.
Time passed, and while kept up his skill with his music and Capoeira, he also desired to join the Academy and become a member of the Gotei. The family had a good amount of money amassed thanks in parts to their musical talents and skills, and thus, at the age of forty six, Ne went to the Academy. It was tough, for the young man was short, and thus, his size was often a point of humor for his classmates. However, he was patient, and good-tempered, and through his diligence and work, taking time to practice his Capoeira, and also to practice his music, he began to apply himself fully.
The first year was difficult, he passed his Hakuda and Hohō classes with flying colors but his Kidō classes and zanjutsu were worrisome. The young man barely passed his Kidō classes only due to his practice in music and the training involved in being able to properly perform the pieces and play the various instruments. However, where zanjutsu was concerned, he fared poorly due to his teachings in Capoeira; that the hands are meant for creation. But the problem was easily remedied as he studied; the simple knowledge of the zanpakutō being able to give a Hollow a second chance as their pre-plus self.
The second year came, and this time, Ne put all of his effort into his studies and dedicated himself to learning zanjutsu, armed with the knowledge of the creating power, in his mind, of the zanpakutō. His Kidō skills increased as he learned to control and manipulate his reiatsu better, his natural talent for creating an influx assisting him in the task. His Capoeira became his greatest teacher in Hakuda and Hoho, learning how to move swiftly and smoothly, fight precisely and carefully. The class results came, and his grades began to rise up in Kidō and Zanjutsu. Another year passed, and then another, and another, and with each year that passed, Ne grew stronger and stronger in Zanjutsu, Kido, Hoho, and Hakuda. His grades continued to rise, and though he was not the top student, he was one of the most dedicated ones. He retained his love of music and gift for the instruments, and finally, in the sixth and final year at the academy, after the end of his exams, coming out in the top thirty five percent, he was taken off to the side.
Curious, Ne was caught off guard when the man struck him hard in the gut. Reacting as he was taught in Capoeira, he moved rhythmically out of the way of the elbow, and then flipped back, delivering a sharp kick to the man's chin. As he combated his attacker, he felt something tug on his mind, a strong tug, a growing tug. Something was calling to him, and as he took another blow, he shook, and froze up as the man stopped.
Instead of a large white void, there was a constant wind blowing all around him, even holding him up in the air. He couldn't tell where the wind was originating from but he could tell that it was being made from someone or something as it kept on changing to keep him afloat. And then, somehow, under the roar of the wind he could make out some kind of whisper. It was soft at first but then it began to grow louder, only for Ne to realize that the wind was growing softer and gentler.
"Didn't think you liked pop music, but hey, everyone likes what suits them. I'm more of a blues man myself, and I'm waiting for you kid." a smooth, yet sarcastic voice goaded him.
Suddenly, just as he had blacked out, Ne snapped awake and to attention, a sudden slight weight in his hands. He had little time to react as his attacker charged him, and swiftly, without any time to think, he grasped the handle of the weapon in his hands, and in a fluid movement as the zanpakutō was brought down upon him, his own blade flashed and intercepted it. Ne stared at his own zanpakutō before struggling to hold the man back, only for the attacker to pull back and then blink a few times before speaking.
"Huh...only two other people had something different for their sealed zanpakuto," He said, and then sheathed his blade, muttering about weird blades.
Ne blinked and looked down at his sword. It wasn't like normal blades, instead of a normal edge, it was reverse, on the inside of the curve instead of the outside. How would he be able to kill a hollow with a reverse edge blade?
Confused, but willing to try and learn, Ne found himself, of all places, in the eleventh division at first. He spent a total of twenty two years there as his skills in Hakuda through Capoeira as well as Zanjutsu grew remarkably in the combat division. Being a musician was difficult at that time, as he had little time to practice and yet, the time in the division was worth it. He learned how to wield his sakabato with as much skill as someone with a normal zanpakutō. He found himself growing increasingly more in tune with zanjutsu when he used his sakabato, and while his master told him how difficult it was to wield such a blade, the weapon just felt right in his hands. It felt smooth, the blade flowed and reflected his passive nature, relying very little on aggression unless it was needed, though use as much force as was needed to win a fight. And so, after his twenty two years, he bid a somewhat regretful farewell to the few friends he managed to make in the eleventh division, and was sent to the fifth division.
Fifth Divison
For a century, he learned the workings of the Communications division, of their purpose and job, and while it seemed a little odd, it was crucial. The division sent messages between the various other divisions, an intriguingly enough, they even served as messengers themselves. Fascinated, he learned quickly the workings of the division, and managing to ascend to, ironically, the fifth seat due to his skill in rapid use of Shunpo as well as his speed. He continued to keep up his Capoeira training, as well as his gift for music, and his talent in Kidō and his skill with his zanpakutō. The other Shinigami seemed to at least speak of Shikai, and briefly, hearing that it involved the knowledge of the zanpakuto's name, Ne wondered what his sakaboto's name was.
Twenty two years passed at the rank of fifth seat, after his ascension to the rank, and one day, as he was practicing with his Sakaboto, mock fighting against Hollows, he heard a voice. Mmmm, jazz is always good, but you seem more like a pop fan to me. Remember that line kid? Confused at the vaguely familiar voice, he brought his guard up, sheathing his sakabato, and began whirling around, arms up and beginning his roda. Where had the voice come from? Had he just imagined it? Slowly, he began to lower his guard, and after a few minutes, drew his sakabato out of his sheathe and began practicing again.
Naught but a couple of hours later, he heard the voice once more. Sure it's smart to only focus on what you can play, but if you don't broaden your horizons, you can't grow. And it's rude to silence someone when they're trying to speak to you. The voice was sarcastic, yet Ne wondered where it was coming from. Quietly he took in his surroundings, and saw no one around him, and then, he felt a sharp, sudden tug on his mind, and looked down at his zanpakutō.
It's about time we met face to face, musician to musician kid, come on, I'll buy you the first round. Suddenly, without warning, he was pulled into his mind, back into the large world of darkness.
Yet, his second visit was different as he found himself in a large metropolis, with a continuous wind blowing around and over the buildings. He could just make out strange blurs in the wind, as if there were people made of the wind itself. But he couldn't keep track of them as there were so many, somehow avoiding each other and moving about their own business. Surely he must be dreaming, and yet, he soon heard a voice that he never heard in his dreams often.
"If you can find me kid, I'll respect you as a musican, and we'll trade names, if you can't, well, you know how the saying goes. It ain’t over until the fat lady sings,"
Ne was shocked at the declaration. How was he to find the man that brought him here if he didn't know what he looked like? Confused, he turned to a few blurs of wind shooting towards him and quickly he tried to run after and catch them. "Excuse me, but have you seen a man around her...?" To his surprise, he was answered by the sound of a flute. Confused, he repeated his question to the young boy, who replied, with the voice of a harp.
But it was in vain as they were too fast for him, and he felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment at his attempt to talk to the wind.
Everywhere he went, there was large buildings for music, but open to the sky as if to let the wind inside of them. They ranged in size and shape, but soon, he found himself outside of a large concert hall, with several of the windy blurs heading into the building from various entrances. He had little time to think as he was suddenly blown into the building and he rushed to avoid getting bowled over by the various winds. Ne continued on until he found himself coming to a halt and saw numerous stone benches descending down to the stage where a figure could be seen standing in the middle.
Curious, he slowly made his way down the steps towards the stage, avoiding the wind blurs oddly. As he descended, he noticed that the man was facing the steps, and oddly, his arms seemed to be moving around. Yet Ne could not figure out what he was doing at first as he slowly grew closer and closer to him. Confused, but patient, he listened around him as the various blurs of wind rushed around and then he noticed how they moved. They seemed to be following some sort of command or orders, and his eyes darted over to the man who continued to seemingly, conduct, no one. Suddenly, the answer hit him hard as he reached the stage, and saw the conductor to be smiling and now seemed to be holding a instrument in his hands. He was gracefully playing, and the wind blurs seemed to move faster to his music.
The tall man held his strange instrument propped under his chin and held on one arm while the other held a bow. Using the bow, the man strung it across the strings of his instrument, creating the sound that caused Ne to perk up. A man, rather slick in appearance and wearing a suave suit finished his piece and then the wind suddenly seemed to vanish as one massive gale while Ne stared at the man, and then watched as he turned to him and grinned.
"About time kid, guess sometimes luck helps you out," He spoke, causing Ne to stare at him.
"Your....my zanpakuto, my sakaboto!" he exclaimed and the young man put up his instrument into the case, and let it rest upon his back. Grinning, he ruffled Ne's hair as a small little cricket hopped up onto his head and chirped.
"I have a name you know, so what's yours kid?" the man asked.
Ne paused and then bowed to the man. "Onigan Ne, can I know yours?"
"Sure kid, one musician to another. The name's Shi, Shi Suzukonchuu, let's see what kind of music you can conduct,"
Ne woke up and looked down at his sakaboto, Shi Suzunkonchuu, and quietly parted his lips. The name was burned, ingrained into his mind and he could not help but speak it. "Shou sono Arashi, Shi Suzukonchuu!"
Reiatsu erupted from Ne as he found himself suddenly holding a strange new blade. It was now a dark golden hue with the entire center of the blade being pitch black. The handle itself reflected the theme of black with dark gold, feeling smooth and familiar in his hands. Yet the most interesting aspect was the sudden rush of wind he felt when he simply swung his blade. Curious, Ne turned and swung at a tree suddenly, and was surprised when as he swung, a blast of wind was born and slammed into the tree, rustling the leaves as the wind rose up. Now armed with a new form to his zanpakuto, he began working hard to learn all of it's secrets and abilities.
Up to the present
Ne helped his family with his pay, as well as his newfound skills in music. Learning the name of Shi Suzukonchuu unlocked an entirely new world to fifth seat. He began to train more and more within his inner-world as well as his own secret little training grounds to unlock the full power of his zanpakutō. Shi Suzunkonchuu allowed him to control the very wind itself with a simple swing, much like a conductor guiding a musician with his baton or hands.
The wind itself was his instrument and orchestra, and it obeyed his commands as he grew more and more skilled in the power of his zanpakutō. He even learned how to concentrate wind into a powerful bullet to command, or a defense with nearly unparallel match. In secret, he trained on mastering his art and skill, and finally, after one hundred fifty years had passed since he unlocked Shikai, Ne, and with experience in his eyes, knowledge of how his division worked with others, how it was to be commanded, run, and organized.
Shi Suzukonchuu stood in front of Ne, smiling at the young man, and then chuckled and cupped his chin with one hand, and propped his elbow up with the other. "So, to become a true conductor, you want to face me and defeat me?"
"I can't truly conduct unless I defeat the person who let me learn all I could," Laughing merrily at Ne, the zanpakutō quietly set down his violin into it's case as Ne released Shi Suzukonchuu, and gripped the handle tight in his hand, ready to conduct. And his opponent, was none other than his very mentor, his zanpakutō itself, Death Bell Bug, and spoke. "Let’s begin,”
And so began the duel; a long and extensive battle where not only skill was used, but creativity, energy, knowledge, and most importantly, heart. It was by far not even close to being easy, as every swing of his blade to command the wind to knock his mentor down, Suzunkonchuu countered with a redirection of the wind. Ne tried to send a swirling vortex at his zanpakuto, who merely replied by catching the vortex in a massive vortex of his own. Days seemed to pass as the two battled, with Ne using all of his intelligence and skill to it's full potential, creating new maneuvers and commanding the wind faster and faster. Finally, Shi Suzukonchuu grinned with sweat present on his brow as well as Ne’s. All over the ground was a mass of several holes and gashes in the earth, as if two great beasts had been fighting. But most impressive was the four large vortexes hovering around Suzunkonchuu to pin him in place and with Ne holding the zanpakuto's violin bow in his hand. Ne panted as Shi Suzukonchuu merely smiled before vanishing out of sight and Ne stumbled out of his inner world. The duel had been decided at long last, and the true conductor stood panting in place with sweat upon his brow and bruises all over his body.
It had taken him a century but Bankai had finally been unlocked. And within the next few decades, Ne would continue his training in Bankai, learning how much he could do and more with his new found level of control over the wind. Only possible through the unlocking of Shi Suzunkonchuu's bankai and the tremendous reiatsu and power it granted him. He would have to do so in secret, hiding his presence and knowledge, lest he suddenly be scooped up before he could fully master his bankai. The wind was a powerful element; one of the basics even, and required many decades to grasp the new basics of his full power. It had taken many bruises and many injuries, but at the end of the century he had unlocked Bankai, he had begun to develop mastery of it‘s abilities. Though it was a difficult time, as suddenly, it seemed that there was a new threat to Seireitei, in the form of the Vizard. No longer able to train in secret, Ne resumed his full active duties as an officer.
Present
Ne was uneasy, the idea of a Shinigami possessing the powers of a Hollow confused him. Why did they desire the power? What could have made them want it? He was unsure, and the gap with the disappearance of his Taichō was soon filled. He had been around for a long time, and it was not surprising that he was given the rank of Gobantaichou in place of his former superior. The jacket felt large on the young Shinigami's body, yet he would not rest and let the task of communication deteriorate within his division. With a silent fervor, and as he finished fixing his Taichō jacket, he walked out into the middle of his division.
It was an odd site, a shinigami in Taichō garb, playing the violin, and attracting the attention of everyone in his division. They followed him as he walked and played, until he stopped int he middle of the grounds, and turned to them. His words echoed in the minds of all, to be remembered as the start of his role in office. "We are the carriers of the word in Seireitei, and we must never rest until each message is delivered as soon as we receive it."
Name: Onigan Ne
Gender: Male
Age: 718; appears to be roughly 19 though short and youthful in appearance
Faction: Shinigami
Rank: Gobantaichou
Reiatsu Color: Dark twilight gold
Reiatsu Aura: There can only be one feeling to describe; that of pure awe. Such awe to cause one to merely stand still and stare and ignore time itself.
Appearance:
Brown hair with eyes of twilight gold (as shown), slightly short and on the lean side, but built to be agile and dexterous. He stands at a height of roughly five feet, and is at the average weight for his size. Often times called a child due to his size and his demeanor though still treated with respect as befitting his rank. He wears the standard Taichō uniform with the proud symbol of his division upon his back. His outfit is modified, the sleeves removed, and is somewhat shorter in the back where the tails are located, due to his height so as not to let the uniform drag on the ground behind him.
In addition, he wears a pair of custom gloves of his own preference. As Taichō of the communication divisions, he needs to have gentle hands when taking care of the Jikoguchi, and also, wears them while practicing his instruments. His hair is often lays down flat, spiking out in the front to give an unusual look, and is often seen wearing an attentive and listening look upon his face. Occasionally he will be often found, after finishing reports, cataloguing the daily messages, and also finishing taking care of the jigokuchu as well as finishing his message deliveries, on the rooftop of the fifth division, playing his Kokoyu or a shamisen.
Personality: Rather normal for a short fellow, he is often the one to take a moment and think before he speaks. However, while cautious with his words and actions, when a decision has been made, it must be carried out, and will be carried out. He has a particular attitude towards combat, stemming from his continuing training and practice in capoeira; the hands are meant for creation, and as such, he is more prone to think as he fights.
Due to his size though, he has been required to learn patience and prolong his temper when referred to as a child, thus, he is not one to rise to an insult or be provoked easily. This has also created a desire to understand and better communicate with his fellow Shinigami, meaning that he will more than often try to listen and understand another Shinigami, when he can. Often times, when he is not directly on duty, he is seen taking the time to take care of the Jigokochu and watching them with fascination.
History: Born in Rukongai to a small family of musicians, the youngest of four. Just like his siblings, the young Ne grew up learning music on the Shamisen as well as other various instruments. He had a gift for music and sound, so much that he was often seen performing on a small flute his father gave him for the other children. The young boy had more than just musical talent, he had a great power that was slowly awakening inside of him.
At a young age and as he was practicing on his Kokyu, he heard the sound of drums outside, and he went outside to investigate the apparent show. However, instead of finding other musicians he found a ring of people, a few beating against drums in a rhythmic manner, and then looked at the center of the ring. To his surprise, two men were seeming to fight, but never connected with their blows. In fact they seemed to take turns exchanging hits and continuously used various forms of kicks. It was quite a sight for the young musician to see, and quietly, he asked one of the audience about the two fighters; what were they doing, why mock hits, why use a drum.
The answer was simple, they were practicing Capoeira. Fascinated and intrigued as a musician and a young man, he requested that the meistre, a master, teach him, and in exchange, he would do the repairs on their drums. A deal was struck, and for the next twenty years, Ne did nothing but practice Capoeira, his music, and also learned more about the rhythmic art until finally, he was able to flawlessly do a roda, a round, and "beat" his meistre. With a bow of respect, the young boy watched in awe as the others accepted him as a meistre, and he continued to maintain their instruments, free of charge.
Time passed, and while kept up his skill with his music and Capoeira, he also desired to join the Academy and become a member of the Gotei. The family had a good amount of money amassed thanks in parts to their musical talents and skills, and thus, at the age of forty six, Ne went to the Academy. It was tough, for the young man was short, and thus, his size was often a point of humor for his classmates. However, he was patient, and good-tempered, and through his diligence and work, taking time to practice his Capoeira, and also to practice his music, he began to apply himself fully.
The first year was difficult, he passed his Hakuda and Hohō classes with flying colors but his Kidō classes and zanjutsu were worrisome. The young man barely passed his Kidō classes only due to his practice in music and the training involved in being able to properly perform the pieces and play the various instruments. However, where zanjutsu was concerned, he fared poorly due to his teachings in Capoeira; that the hands are meant for creation. But the problem was easily remedied as he studied; the simple knowledge of the zanpakutō being able to give a Hollow a second chance as their pre-plus self.
The second year came, and this time, Ne put all of his effort into his studies and dedicated himself to learning zanjutsu, armed with the knowledge of the creating power, in his mind, of the zanpakutō. His Kidō skills increased as he learned to control and manipulate his reiatsu better, his natural talent for creating an influx assisting him in the task. His Capoeira became his greatest teacher in Hakuda and Hoho, learning how to move swiftly and smoothly, fight precisely and carefully. The class results came, and his grades began to rise up in Kidō and Zanjutsu. Another year passed, and then another, and another, and with each year that passed, Ne grew stronger and stronger in Zanjutsu, Kido, Hoho, and Hakuda. His grades continued to rise, and though he was not the top student, he was one of the most dedicated ones. He retained his love of music and gift for the instruments, and finally, in the sixth and final year at the academy, after the end of his exams, coming out in the top thirty five percent, he was taken off to the side.
Curious, Ne was caught off guard when the man struck him hard in the gut. Reacting as he was taught in Capoeira, he moved rhythmically out of the way of the elbow, and then flipped back, delivering a sharp kick to the man's chin. As he combated his attacker, he felt something tug on his mind, a strong tug, a growing tug. Something was calling to him, and as he took another blow, he shook, and froze up as the man stopped.
Instead of a large white void, there was a constant wind blowing all around him, even holding him up in the air. He couldn't tell where the wind was originating from but he could tell that it was being made from someone or something as it kept on changing to keep him afloat. And then, somehow, under the roar of the wind he could make out some kind of whisper. It was soft at first but then it began to grow louder, only for Ne to realize that the wind was growing softer and gentler.
"Didn't think you liked pop music, but hey, everyone likes what suits them. I'm more of a blues man myself, and I'm waiting for you kid." a smooth, yet sarcastic voice goaded him.
Suddenly, just as he had blacked out, Ne snapped awake and to attention, a sudden slight weight in his hands. He had little time to react as his attacker charged him, and swiftly, without any time to think, he grasped the handle of the weapon in his hands, and in a fluid movement as the zanpakutō was brought down upon him, his own blade flashed and intercepted it. Ne stared at his own zanpakutō before struggling to hold the man back, only for the attacker to pull back and then blink a few times before speaking.
"Huh...only two other people had something different for their sealed zanpakuto," He said, and then sheathed his blade, muttering about weird blades.
Ne blinked and looked down at his sword. It wasn't like normal blades, instead of a normal edge, it was reverse, on the inside of the curve instead of the outside. How would he be able to kill a hollow with a reverse edge blade?
Confused, but willing to try and learn, Ne found himself, of all places, in the eleventh division at first. He spent a total of twenty two years there as his skills in Hakuda through Capoeira as well as Zanjutsu grew remarkably in the combat division. Being a musician was difficult at that time, as he had little time to practice and yet, the time in the division was worth it. He learned how to wield his sakabato with as much skill as someone with a normal zanpakutō. He found himself growing increasingly more in tune with zanjutsu when he used his sakabato, and while his master told him how difficult it was to wield such a blade, the weapon just felt right in his hands. It felt smooth, the blade flowed and reflected his passive nature, relying very little on aggression unless it was needed, though use as much force as was needed to win a fight. And so, after his twenty two years, he bid a somewhat regretful farewell to the few friends he managed to make in the eleventh division, and was sent to the fifth division.
Fifth Divison
For a century, he learned the workings of the Communications division, of their purpose and job, and while it seemed a little odd, it was crucial. The division sent messages between the various other divisions, an intriguingly enough, they even served as messengers themselves. Fascinated, he learned quickly the workings of the division, and managing to ascend to, ironically, the fifth seat due to his skill in rapid use of Shunpo as well as his speed. He continued to keep up his Capoeira training, as well as his gift for music, and his talent in Kidō and his skill with his zanpakutō. The other Shinigami seemed to at least speak of Shikai, and briefly, hearing that it involved the knowledge of the zanpakuto's name, Ne wondered what his sakaboto's name was.
Twenty two years passed at the rank of fifth seat, after his ascension to the rank, and one day, as he was practicing with his Sakaboto, mock fighting against Hollows, he heard a voice. Mmmm, jazz is always good, but you seem more like a pop fan to me. Remember that line kid? Confused at the vaguely familiar voice, he brought his guard up, sheathing his sakabato, and began whirling around, arms up and beginning his roda. Where had the voice come from? Had he just imagined it? Slowly, he began to lower his guard, and after a few minutes, drew his sakabato out of his sheathe and began practicing again.
Naught but a couple of hours later, he heard the voice once more. Sure it's smart to only focus on what you can play, but if you don't broaden your horizons, you can't grow. And it's rude to silence someone when they're trying to speak to you. The voice was sarcastic, yet Ne wondered where it was coming from. Quietly he took in his surroundings, and saw no one around him, and then, he felt a sharp, sudden tug on his mind, and looked down at his zanpakutō.
It's about time we met face to face, musician to musician kid, come on, I'll buy you the first round. Suddenly, without warning, he was pulled into his mind, back into the large world of darkness.
Yet, his second visit was different as he found himself in a large metropolis, with a continuous wind blowing around and over the buildings. He could just make out strange blurs in the wind, as if there were people made of the wind itself. But he couldn't keep track of them as there were so many, somehow avoiding each other and moving about their own business. Surely he must be dreaming, and yet, he soon heard a voice that he never heard in his dreams often.
"If you can find me kid, I'll respect you as a musican, and we'll trade names, if you can't, well, you know how the saying goes. It ain’t over until the fat lady sings,"
Ne was shocked at the declaration. How was he to find the man that brought him here if he didn't know what he looked like? Confused, he turned to a few blurs of wind shooting towards him and quickly he tried to run after and catch them. "Excuse me, but have you seen a man around her...?" To his surprise, he was answered by the sound of a flute. Confused, he repeated his question to the young boy, who replied, with the voice of a harp.
But it was in vain as they were too fast for him, and he felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment at his attempt to talk to the wind.
Everywhere he went, there was large buildings for music, but open to the sky as if to let the wind inside of them. They ranged in size and shape, but soon, he found himself outside of a large concert hall, with several of the windy blurs heading into the building from various entrances. He had little time to think as he was suddenly blown into the building and he rushed to avoid getting bowled over by the various winds. Ne continued on until he found himself coming to a halt and saw numerous stone benches descending down to the stage where a figure could be seen standing in the middle.
Curious, he slowly made his way down the steps towards the stage, avoiding the wind blurs oddly. As he descended, he noticed that the man was facing the steps, and oddly, his arms seemed to be moving around. Yet Ne could not figure out what he was doing at first as he slowly grew closer and closer to him. Confused, but patient, he listened around him as the various blurs of wind rushed around and then he noticed how they moved. They seemed to be following some sort of command or orders, and his eyes darted over to the man who continued to seemingly, conduct, no one. Suddenly, the answer hit him hard as he reached the stage, and saw the conductor to be smiling and now seemed to be holding a instrument in his hands. He was gracefully playing, and the wind blurs seemed to move faster to his music.
The tall man held his strange instrument propped under his chin and held on one arm while the other held a bow. Using the bow, the man strung it across the strings of his instrument, creating the sound that caused Ne to perk up. A man, rather slick in appearance and wearing a suave suit finished his piece and then the wind suddenly seemed to vanish as one massive gale while Ne stared at the man, and then watched as he turned to him and grinned.
"About time kid, guess sometimes luck helps you out," He spoke, causing Ne to stare at him.
"Your....my zanpakuto, my sakaboto!" he exclaimed and the young man put up his instrument into the case, and let it rest upon his back. Grinning, he ruffled Ne's hair as a small little cricket hopped up onto his head and chirped.
"I have a name you know, so what's yours kid?" the man asked.
Ne paused and then bowed to the man. "Onigan Ne, can I know yours?"
"Sure kid, one musician to another. The name's Shi, Shi Suzukonchuu, let's see what kind of music you can conduct,"
Ne woke up and looked down at his sakaboto, Shi Suzunkonchuu, and quietly parted his lips. The name was burned, ingrained into his mind and he could not help but speak it. "Shou sono Arashi, Shi Suzukonchuu!"
Reiatsu erupted from Ne as he found himself suddenly holding a strange new blade. It was now a dark golden hue with the entire center of the blade being pitch black. The handle itself reflected the theme of black with dark gold, feeling smooth and familiar in his hands. Yet the most interesting aspect was the sudden rush of wind he felt when he simply swung his blade. Curious, Ne turned and swung at a tree suddenly, and was surprised when as he swung, a blast of wind was born and slammed into the tree, rustling the leaves as the wind rose up. Now armed with a new form to his zanpakuto, he began working hard to learn all of it's secrets and abilities.
Up to the present
Ne helped his family with his pay, as well as his newfound skills in music. Learning the name of Shi Suzukonchuu unlocked an entirely new world to fifth seat. He began to train more and more within his inner-world as well as his own secret little training grounds to unlock the full power of his zanpakutō. Shi Suzunkonchuu allowed him to control the very wind itself with a simple swing, much like a conductor guiding a musician with his baton or hands.
The wind itself was his instrument and orchestra, and it obeyed his commands as he grew more and more skilled in the power of his zanpakutō. He even learned how to concentrate wind into a powerful bullet to command, or a defense with nearly unparallel match. In secret, he trained on mastering his art and skill, and finally, after one hundred fifty years had passed since he unlocked Shikai, Ne, and with experience in his eyes, knowledge of how his division worked with others, how it was to be commanded, run, and organized.
Shi Suzukonchuu stood in front of Ne, smiling at the young man, and then chuckled and cupped his chin with one hand, and propped his elbow up with the other. "So, to become a true conductor, you want to face me and defeat me?"
"I can't truly conduct unless I defeat the person who let me learn all I could," Laughing merrily at Ne, the zanpakutō quietly set down his violin into it's case as Ne released Shi Suzukonchuu, and gripped the handle tight in his hand, ready to conduct. And his opponent, was none other than his very mentor, his zanpakutō itself, Death Bell Bug, and spoke. "Let’s begin,”
And so began the duel; a long and extensive battle where not only skill was used, but creativity, energy, knowledge, and most importantly, heart. It was by far not even close to being easy, as every swing of his blade to command the wind to knock his mentor down, Suzunkonchuu countered with a redirection of the wind. Ne tried to send a swirling vortex at his zanpakuto, who merely replied by catching the vortex in a massive vortex of his own. Days seemed to pass as the two battled, with Ne using all of his intelligence and skill to it's full potential, creating new maneuvers and commanding the wind faster and faster. Finally, Shi Suzukonchuu grinned with sweat present on his brow as well as Ne’s. All over the ground was a mass of several holes and gashes in the earth, as if two great beasts had been fighting. But most impressive was the four large vortexes hovering around Suzunkonchuu to pin him in place and with Ne holding the zanpakuto's violin bow in his hand. Ne panted as Shi Suzukonchuu merely smiled before vanishing out of sight and Ne stumbled out of his inner world. The duel had been decided at long last, and the true conductor stood panting in place with sweat upon his brow and bruises all over his body.
It had taken him a century but Bankai had finally been unlocked. And within the next few decades, Ne would continue his training in Bankai, learning how much he could do and more with his new found level of control over the wind. Only possible through the unlocking of Shi Suzunkonchuu's bankai and the tremendous reiatsu and power it granted him. He would have to do so in secret, hiding his presence and knowledge, lest he suddenly be scooped up before he could fully master his bankai. The wind was a powerful element; one of the basics even, and required many decades to grasp the new basics of his full power. It had taken many bruises and many injuries, but at the end of the century he had unlocked Bankai, he had begun to develop mastery of it‘s abilities. Though it was a difficult time, as suddenly, it seemed that there was a new threat to Seireitei, in the form of the Vizard. No longer able to train in secret, Ne resumed his full active duties as an officer.
Present
Ne was uneasy, the idea of a Shinigami possessing the powers of a Hollow confused him. Why did they desire the power? What could have made them want it? He was unsure, and the gap with the disappearance of his Taichō was soon filled. He had been around for a long time, and it was not surprising that he was given the rank of Gobantaichou in place of his former superior. The jacket felt large on the young Shinigami's body, yet he would not rest and let the task of communication deteriorate within his division. With a silent fervor, and as he finished fixing his Taichō jacket, he walked out into the middle of his division.
It was an odd site, a shinigami in Taichō garb, playing the violin, and attracting the attention of everyone in his division. They followed him as he walked and played, until he stopped int he middle of the grounds, and turned to them. His words echoed in the minds of all, to be remembered as the start of his role in office. "We are the carriers of the word in Seireitei, and we must never rest until each message is delivered as soon as we receive it."
