I once thought that my sword was as strong as my will. As strong as my will to fight. To protect. To live.
Blood streams down my face as I hold what's left of my zanpakuto in my trembling hands. I'm on my knees in the middle of the battlefield.
I've lost.
What happened back there, my friend? I silently asked my partner. We were supposed to be invincible. Unstoppable.
Shattered remains of the blade were scattered around me.
My heart beat painfully inside my chest, but I knew it wasn't for long.
A tear slid down my cheek. I didn't care.
I just don't care anymore. In truth, maybe I never did.
I once thought that my sword was as strong as my will.
"I...guess...my will..just...wasn't...strong enough..old friend..." I coughed and blood splattered on the ground.
I'm sorry.
My muscles slackened. The world went black. My heartbeat slowly faded into silence.