A normal day at the Shinigami academy it seemed, the Soul Reapers in training continued their daily activities.
At least it had been normal so far…
A pillar of flame erupted through the building as screams filled the peaceful air.
Inside one of the buildings, a black figure elegantly dashed through the soul reapers, cutting them down as crimson liquid flew onto the walls and onto the floor as darkened puddles.
The figure's silver hair danced along with his long blade as he quickly killed the rookie reapers.
His only black wing covered his face from some of the blood.
(A/N: If you haven't figured out who it is by now then you should be slapped…wait! Don't exit out! I was joking….don't you click that x….I'm warning you…Don't give me the finger! I saw that!)
The figure continued his attack on the academy, as the screams of the rookie reapers was the only thing heard…
(Earth)
Ichigo Kurosaki lies awake in his bed, looking at the ceiling, the room barely illuminated by the full moon. His eyes glanced over to the closet, where his friend and partner Rukia Kuchiki resided.
For the past few days the hollow activity was at a minimum, the peace was relaxing for Ichigo, but it never lasted long, he knew that soon, he would be locked in a duel to the death with an otherworldly threat.
But one thing Ichigo did not know was how big that threat would be….
A couple of miles away, a portal opened, no doubt visible only to the spiritually keen, after a few seconds, the figure from the academy stepped out onto the concrete street. His glowing green eyes scanned the area, his features formed into a bloodthirsty smirk as he spoke for the first time.
"Finally, I've arrived, and this time; no one will stop me…" he whispered, while striding down the road.
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OK, yes I know that was short, but hey, it's a prologue, can't expect that much right away can you?
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