An: Hello people. Katokaari back again, with a new story this time... I shouldn't have published this one since I haven't gotten the 2nd chapter to my first fanfic out yet... Oh well, I guess it can't be helped. Enjoy my new story! Disclaimer: I don't own bleach, I've only bought the movies.
In West Rukongai district 60, there's a boy walking around. His name is Katokaari Fukushi, and he's an orphan. His parents died when he was a toddler and he's had to take care of himself ever since.
Katokaari is a small boy, only standing at a height of 4.6ft. Wearing worn out, light brown rags, and dirt all over his black hair. Right now the boy is looking for food, or rather, finding a place to steal it.
He's not a very fast runner but he is sneaky, and with his size, it's only easier for him to get through crowded places. It mostly is a success when he finally gets a bit to eat, but when he gets caught, he's almost beaten to death. Only way to describe this, is that the outer Rukongai districts are tough places to survive.
"All I need to do is just survive for a little longer, then I can finally join the Shin'ō Academy." Katokaari said, with determination. He's been here all his life, and with his higher than average spirit energy, Katokaari is able to join the academy, but he got to wait for another year, before he can attend.
x/ - After one year have passed - /x
Sitting inside a room, wearing the typical Shin'ō Academy male uniform, consisting of a white kimono with blue stripes on the sleeves and blue hakama pants and an empty sheath on the back.
Soon the attendants to the academy will get their asauchi to begin their training. Katokaari took a second pray. To pray for his dreams to come true. His dream is to become a captain and become a mentor for soul reapers that aren't as strong as lieutenants.
After a little while of praying for himself, it was time to receive his asauchi. A nameless sword made for shinigami in training. It was the Head Captain of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads that gave out the asauchi, to the shinigami in training.
When it was Katokaaris turn he walked up to the Head Captain. Accepting the sword Head Captain Yamamoto said "Katokaari Fukushi, you are now a shinigami in training." It was the same thing he said to all the new attendants.
Walking to the back of the room, he looks at the sword, "I finally have my own sword."
x/ - A few days later, at kido training - /x
"Alright people, today we're going to start learning kidou. We shall start with the basics. Hadou #1 Sho and Bakudo #1 Sai. With Sho, concentrate your reiryoku into the palm of your hands and then release it." The instructor said.
Focusing all of his reiryoku into the palm of his hand, it was time to release it, "Hadou #1 Sho!" he yelled. There was a shockwave and the dummy in front of Katokaari got burst to dust.
"Katokaari! That was the best first time. You did it perfectly. Now die a Sai on me." The instructor said.
And he did so, manipulating the reiryoku around he yelled "Bakudo #1 Sai!" the manipulated reiryoku hit the instructor and locked his arms to his back.
"Katokaari, you're a genius, never have I ever seen someone complete both Sai and Sho on their first try. Try Hadou #31 Shakkaho, do the same as you did with Sho, but this time use the incantation chant, this is what you have to say: Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south!"
Reciting the chant in his head, Katokaari took aim for the dummy, "Hadou #31 Shakkaho!" He yelled. The red ball of fire shot out of his hands and incinerated the dummy.
"Amazing. Simply amazing. You're gonna go far, kid." The instructor said with pride.
x/ - A few years later - /x
It has been years since the Kidou training, and Katokaari has really grown. His zanjutsu skills were remarkable, and his kidou was enough to awe the instructors. All this put together, they instructors called him a prodigy.
Other than that, Katokaari had grown quite a bit. Standing at a height of 5.6ft tall. He's not seen as a little kid anymore, now he's seen as a young prodigy, soon to graduate from the Shin'ö Academy.
But prodigy is not really what he would call himself. Because every night, Katokaari goes outside to his training spot to practice. not just kidou and zanjutsu, but also shunpo and hakuda. He's doing his very best to become as strong as he wants to be. Even if it means distancing himself from everyone else.
He never really had any friends to begin with, his parents died when he was a child so he had to take care of himself.
It's beneficial for him that he doesn't know anyone, it made it easier for him to train clearly. But something wierd has happened lately, whenever he's training he's beginning to feel a pull. Suspecting that it probably is his zanpaktou calling for him, but is just a thought.
It doesn't matter, since tonight Katokaari has been assigned to a team to experience hollow hunting in the world of the living. It's probably going to be Katokaari controlling the small team of 3, since he's the strongest at the academy right now.
x/ - Later - /x
WIth the team of 3, with Katokaari being the announced leader of the team by the instructors, on their way through the Dangai, it was time to experience a hollow first hand.
It didn't take long, after they arrived in the world of the living that there appeared a hollow. It was a relatively large hollow with its mask shaped like the head of a bird."Guys, the mission is to defeat this hollow and then go back to the academy, on my command, we split up and attack the hollow from different sides." Katokaari said.
"What makes you think that we will take orders from you, mister Prodigy?" Said one of his teammates, as he said that, he charged ahead to take on the hollow by himself. He was then joined by the other "teammate".
"Ugh… those weaklings are going to get themselves killed, guess I should just stand back and watch. I'll step in if it all gets out of hand." Katokaari said. The hollow slapped one of them back injuring him as he crashed into the ground.
It didn't take long for both of them to be on the ground begging for mercy to a mindless beast. Just as the hollow attack, Katokaari stepped in, not wanting to have any casualties when he's in command.
As the hollows punch neared the one that charged in recklessly, Katokaari caught the punch. "You know, there's a reason why I was announced as the captain of this team," he started, as he kicked the hollow away and unsheathing his sword "it's not because I am strong, it's not because I'm a so called prodigy. It's because I won't let my comrades die."
Charging at the hollow, he used shunpo to appear at it's side and cut it clean in half. "That hollow was amazingly weak, was hoping for a fight." Katokaari said, rather disappointing.
Sheathing his sword, it was time to help his teammates to get back to the soul society.
x/ - Graduation 3 years later - /x
The day had finally come, where Katokaari would graduate from the academy, and get assigned to a squad in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. It was over pretty quick, and he was very happy for that, because then he could use the rest of the day training.
During the 3 years, after the mission to the world of the living, he has been training constantly, and all that training was of great value. He learned the name of of his zanpaktou, which was the reason why he felt a pulling sensation.
He learned his shikai only recently, and it has helped a lot. After he learned it his spiritual pressure has increased a lot, but he suppresses all of his power, so people wouldn't suspect ill things from him.
The day went by fast, and before he knew it, he stood in front of the Head Captain once more, this time, in the shinigami uniform instead of the academy uniform. "Katokaari Fukushi, you're hereby assigned to Captain Ukitakes squad 13." The Head Captain said.
'Finally,' thought Katokaari, 'I'm finally a soul reaper.'
Finally done, just wanted to get this one out of the way so that I can begin on the real story.
Anyways, I hope you liked it! Please review and supply with some constructive criticism.
No flame.
