In a Name

Power, power, power, she radiates power. It is not a choice, not a conscience decision, it simply is. Power beyond anything I can hope to match and I realize that this is it.

Really the only surprise is that it took so long. It has been two, no, three months since the Soul Society began to eradicate my people. Only three months to destroy the Quincy.

It came so fast. We were in the middle of negotiations when it began. I still don't know how it happened, things were going so well, well they were going well here. We were negotiating around the world though, each clan or group of clans trying to reach an agreement. It is strange that we were so proud to be Quincy yet were so distant from each other. Each clan had its own alliances or in some case feud with other clans. If we were more united would this still have happened?

It matters little now how this started or why. The Soul Society struck with incredible speed descending on every clan at once. Suddenly the people we had been negotiating with were the ones coming at us zanpakuto in hand.

Truthfully the speed that the Soul Society struck was all that allowed us to survive. Individually Quincy's tend to be, well, weaker then Soul Reapers. I was the strongest in my clan, and I was probably only on the level of a third seat Soul Reaper. When the Soul Society attacked it was with whoever was there at the time. The world wide scale of the conflict meant that their ability to reinforce themselves was limited. That gave us the time to recover.

Even so it was a horrible battle, my clan, numbering only 57 was cut down to 28 by only the handful of Soul Reapers we were negotiating with. In the end we killed them but still all we could do was run. We hid our spirit energy and fled.

Still they found us, though these Sour Reapers were different than we had seen before. Their clothing was different tighter than usual with their entire body covered except for their eyes. More than anything else their speed was different, my hiren kyaku had always been faster than their shun-po before, now though they were dead even. They ran us down, hunting the smallest flair of spirit energy, giving us no rest.

Eventually we turned and fought and, at first, we did well. For a while it even seamed that we could win, and then She arrived. In mere seconds she struck us down. Had things been different I would have liked to train with her. As things are though it seems our first meeting will end in my death.

It doesn't mean much now. I am the last of my family, the last of my clan, maybe the last Quincy left in the entire world. Well so be it I will die today but she, at lest, will remember me.

He was good, he was very good, in the end though he just wasn't on her level. Shihoin Yoruichi looked at the young man impaled on her blade and felt something like regret. He had come close closer than any other of his kind. A thin slash on her neck showed where an arrow had nearly found its mark. There was a wound in her side that was more serious, almost to the point of being dangerous.

She might just have to look him up in the Soul Society and see if he wanted to join up. It would have to wait though the Quincy were being more troublesome than expected. She pulled her blade free and sent the blood flying from it with a quick motion before sheathing it. Then she turned and walked away not looking back.