When a human soul departs from it's body, a Soul Reaper is responsible for that souls safe passage unto the Soul Society, a place of everlasting salvation for departed souls to live for the rest of eternity, but have you ever wondered where souls go when they commit heinous acts while living? They certainly don't go to a place where they can freely interact with the peace loving souls in the Soul Society. They to a place where infinite punishment has a new meaning. This place is the Oni Soul Society.
The Oni Soul Society isn't very different from the original. In place of a Seireitei, there is a large informatory, where damned souls are imprisoned. The sky shines an eerie blood red sun that stains the sky with a sinister crimson stain. The soil on the ground, rich with iron, has turned the ground into a rust color. Only few live in this unearthly place, the Oni Soul Society's thirteen court guard squadrons, The five noble families, the central forty-six and all their families. Each and every day, there are several Hollow attacks on the walls that border the Oni Soul Society. They are believed to come from the never ending horizon outside. What drives them to attack is the immense Spiritual pressure emitted from the inside of the wall. No Hollow attack as ever been successful.
I am Henteko Misuto, Captain of squad three. It is because of me and the sacrifice of my men, that no hollow has entered the Oni Soul Society, that is the job of squad three, but let me tell this story in order. It all begin when my father made me enroll in the Soul Reaper Academy. I knew from the start, things were going to be awful. All I wanted to do was stay home and sleep, but Dad wouldn't have it. I pretty much guessed that my peers would make fun of me for being incredibly short, or having long, dark purple hair and the bags under my eyes, which I'm beginning to think I was born with. All my predictions were correct. To make what was bad even worse was that I was instantly thrown into an advanced class just because of my old man's reputation. This is how things all began.
As my father left me at the stoop of the towering academy, he said something to me that I will always remember.
"Listen Henteko, just remember you are not me." He said. At first I thought he was trying to make me feel small and weak to him, but now that I'm older, I believe what he was trying to say was, I didn't need to live up to him. My father was a lot taller than I am. His hair was purple too, but a lot darker and straighter then mine. He always had this serious look on his face. As he departed, I ascended the small amount of stairs leading to the academy doors. I tried to open them but they were locked. I thought to myself, why does Dad always have to do things early? Suddenly a figure appeared behind me.
"You are exactly one minute and twenty seven seconds late." He said, sliding his glasses on to his face. He was a dangly fellow, a lot taller then me too. He had what I would soon to name, a mullet. His hair was a coffee color. He always had this Know-it-all look on his face. "You should know that the teachers open the school doors at exactly eight-o-clock am, by then this place will be flooding with half wits who think they can be Soul Reapers." He smirked. "But of course you didn't know that." I started to wonder why this guy was even talking to me. "Allow me to introduce myself." He continued to monologue. "I am Ichiban Genkaku, soon to be top student in the Soul Reaper Academy." I figured it would be rude not to introduce myself ether, But it was a mistake I would soon not forget. "I am Henteko Misuto." I stuttered. Ichiban glared at me. "So you think that just because you're Katai's son, you're better than me?" He muttered "I never said that." I groaned. "Understand that I'll will always be better then any body born into fame like you, Henteko Misuto!" Ichiban yelled. Then from the roof, came another yell.
"Leave him alone Ichiban." There was a person lounging on the overhang above the academy stoop. He had red bangs and green hair. He smiled down at us with this cocky look. Ichiban swung his head quickly in the young man's direction.
"Don't bother me Gegai!" Shouted Ichiban. I could tell this was going to be a long year.