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Chapter 2
An Inner World is basically a landscape that is a representation of the soul of a shinigami. Generally, all Soul Reapers possess an Inner World, and it is in this place where their Zanpakuto resides.
Just as it is with all Soul Reapers, the Inner World is a unique place. Here, not only are they able to meet and face their Zanpakuto spirits, they are also able to train just as if they had been doing so in the real world. Of course, a disadvantage of this is that any injury they receive will also reflect on their real body and if they die... then the Inner World will collapse, and will also die in the real world. Still, when weighing the pros and cons, utilizing the mindscape can be very convenient.
One second in her Inner World, as she found out after counting for a while, is equivalent to twelve hours in the real world. Because of this, she has plenty of time to train and become stronger.
The unique characteristic of the Inner World, combined with her own stubbornness and (though she does not believe she has it) natural talent for learning quickly, are major factors that allowed her to become powerful in a short amount of real world time.
While it is true that Ichigo is only eighteen years old physically, considering all the time she spent training in her Inner World, she is actually decades older, both in knowledge and experience.
Now, one might argue that that should not be possible, since no matter how much time she spends in her Inner World, she can only study the knowledge that she has already learned or had been instilled in her soul from birth like swordsmanship and the Getsuga Tenshou, which her spirit intimately knew because of her father.
However, it must be noted that Rukia had once transferred her Soul Reaper powers to Ichigo which in turn, transferred a large portion of her own knowledge to her soul. While the substitute shinigami did not have access to it, her Zanpakuto spirits did. Even up to this day Ichigo does not know it since her zanpakuto spirits did not bother to tell her, but the truth is that both Shiro and Kuro have access to a considerable portion of Rukia's memories.
Of course, it was only natural that neither would share this information with their Shinigami unless it was absolutely necessary. After all, while individuals on their own, they are also part of Ichigo, and thus share the same view with regards to another person's privacy (even Shiro). The important stuff with regards to fighting and education, however, were details that were free for use.
Thus, Ichigo, to the surprise of her teachers, had become a linguist who is proficient in various dialects, including English, French, Spanish and others. Even though Japanese is the main language used in Soul Society, the type of job they have requires them to be proficient in at least twenty in case of rare emergencies in which they have to communicate with the living. She had also become proficient in math, history and literature, as well as fighting and a number of virtues.
And yet, patience is not one of her better-learned virtues.
One might think that because she had been technically living mentally for decades she would have at least learned how to be patient. However, while she is now able to control her emotions better, she is still as short-tempered as she ever was.
The fact that her skills had been greatly enhanced and sharpened, ironically, only made things worse. It is a known fact that a person who is an immensely skilled fighter can see their opponents' extremely fast movement as if they were moving like a normal person and thus react accordingly.
However, that meant that people who are moving at a normal speed would be perceived to be moving slowly.
Where the hell is he? I've been looking for him for ages, thought Ichigo to herself, an overestimate of the century.
Not only had her skills as a fighter rendered her years in her Inner World to lengthen her patience useless, with Shiro's irritating behavior cancelling out anything about it she learned from Kuro, it had also somehow messed up her perception of time in the real world from time to time, which did not help in the particular matter either.
Only ten minutes had passed since Ichigo left the river yet to her it seems as if hours had passed already.
Normally, things only start to move slowly once she was in the middle combat like an ability that is passively activated and would immediately recede during a brief pause or when the fighting stops. However, there are times when she perceives things in that way even when she is not clashing blades with someone.
Ichigo may have learned how to cope with it now and not let it affect her normal life (as normal as it can be for someone like her), but it was still irritating, especially when she is talking to someone. Whenever she is in conversation and she 'speeds up' while things 'slow down…' watching the person she is talking to take ages to utter a single syllable is not exactly a pleasant experience.
The only up side of it all is that even though she cannot predict when it happens outside of combat, she can still force her sped up perception to return to normal without much problem.
Realizing she had once again entered this state, Ichigo focused until everything seemed to be moving at their correct pace.
?!
And just as she did so, the Substitute Shinigami felt it...
This reiatsu... It's him!
Finally finding her intended target, Ichigo started running in the direction of the familiar energy.
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What in the world am I doing?
A few minutes before, Kotomine Kirei, former Executor for the Holy Church, had witnessed his teacher, Tokiomi, engage an enemy in a one-sided battle. Naturally, being the superior magus, Kirei's teacher one the contest against Matou Kariya with ease, and the amateur's body was engulfed in Tokiomi's flames before he lost his balance and fell off the railings.
The fact that Tokiomi was victorious, however, was a moot point.
As the man's 'friend' and student, Kirei had always made it a point to always come to his aid. This time, however, instead of helping Tokiomi in his fight against Kariya, regardless of the result, he had instead opted to stand back and watch from the shadows.
His inaction is something that can easily be given an excuse by Kirei if ever he was noticed. After all, all he has to say is that he has confidence in Tokiomi's skills, and that he would have stepped in if he saw that his teacher was in any real danger.
However, he did not do it for some reason, and as for the reason as to why he did not help, even Kirei himself could not understand.
But more importantly, while his inaction would have been excusable, what he did afterwards was not.
The instant Tokiomi caused Kariya to fall from the rooftop of the apartment, as if recognizing it as a complete victory, he did not even check his enemy's corpse. Though half-shocked by his teacher's audacity, Kirei naturally went looking for Kariya's body to make up for his teacher's mistake. And he was right in thinking that Tokiomi made an error: Matou Kariya was still alive.
Instead of finishing off the Master of Berserker as the loyal student of Tokiomi Tohsaka should do, Kirei had instead retracted his Black Keys. When he realized what he was doing, Kirei was already using his prana to heal his teacher's nemesis, an action tantamount to betrayal.
Kirei did not know exactly why he did it. Perhaps it was because of the words that Archer told him, to observe the other Masters and see if there is someone who finds interesting before going for Emiya Kiritsugu.
But no, despite their earlier impact, the words of the King of Heroes was the furthest thing from the Executor's mind at the moment.
"...You want them to fight each other? Sister against sister?!"
Kirei did not know exactly why. Words like this, mundane human emotions had never had any effect on him. What other people call happiness has never brought him any joy. He was a void, a twisted person who, while refusing to admit it to himself, revelled in the misery of others and had thus, as repentance, continued punishing himself, without any direction in life.
And yet, when the battle between his teacher and the Master of Berserker was fought, those similar words, the similar source of anger that had never affected him in the past, somehow managed to get a rise of emotion from the Executor. An emotion which Kirei never thought he had.
Pity, for the man who had no hope of winning yet doing everything he can. Pity, for the daughter of his teacher, who was not only sent to a life that was a living hell.
Anger... at the ones responsible.
To set up his own daughters to slaughter each other no matter what the reason was... unacceptable?
?!
For some unknown reason, the memory of his wife's death suddenly popped into Kirei's head.
How he tried his best to love Claudia, yet never managing to do so. How he cried when she took her own life, not because he loved her, but because he wanted to kill her with his own hands, because he would have found joy of doing it himself.
Or would he?
You are mistaken. You did not want to kill her. You simply did not want her taken from you.
Kirei could not understand, yet for the first time in his life, his own voice from within him was telling him that he was wrong, and it was not because he was the son of a righteous priest either.
No, the feeling he was having had nothing to do with being raised to have a moral fortitude.
It was a thought that came from his own... conscience?
What is this?
For the first time in his life, he noticed it. He felt as if he had a gaping hole in his chest, as if it was desperately trying to mend itself.
As if... there was something missing.
All his life, Kirei felt that he had born different and defective, and with the principles that had been instilled in him contradicting his true self, he could not help but question why someone as flawed as himself was even born into existence.
Now, for some reason he could not understand, he had come to a conclusion. The reason why he was the way he is... was because of something he had lost. Yet he did not even know exactly what it was that he had lost.
It was all too confusing.
He was confused and worried. Yet, at the same time, along with his feeling of nervousness, there was this feeling of longing.
Kirei found himself clutching at his own heart, as he tried to investigate within himself what could have caused this unexpected change.
And then, he realized...
That darkness...
Yes, ever since he had seen that pillar of black light destroy Caster and his giant demon, the Executor had been feeling that something was strange, and now he was fully conscious of it.
For some reason, the prana signature that seemed so nostalgically familiar had somehow affected him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm healing him," Kirei replied casually to the question, as he continued using his spell to patch up the wounds of the Matou Master who was lying on the pavement. He was almost done with the first aid, and what was left to do was bring the magus back to his house so that he could be treated further. "This man has received serious injuries from a recent encounter and if not treated immediately, would put his life in danger."
"I see," the female voice stated. "Do you need any help?"
"No thanks, I've g- ?!"
Kirei tensed. Despite being an Executor who has years of battle experience, he had let his guard down. Someone had managed to sneak up on him.
Realizing his folly, Kirei immediately summoned his Black Keys to his hands and spun around at speeds that was beyond human and face the enemy.
Or at least, tried to spin around.
He was not fast enough, and before he knew it, the priest was feeling pain unimaginable that his hands lost their grip on the long thin blades he had materialized.
Kirei heard the sound of metal tearing through flesh. Looking down at his own body, he realized what happened.
A sword was sticking through his chest where his heart was located.
The Executor was as good as dead.
Despite the immense pain he felt and the paralysis that was setting in, Kirei forced himself to tilt his body, or at least his head. At the very least, he wanted to know who was the perpetrator, though he already had a good idea.
The voice that he heard no doubt belonged to Saber, the Servant of the Sword.
Emiya Kiritsugu must have gotten the drop on him, taking full advantage of the Executor's vulnerability.
Sure enough, when he turned around, Kirei found himself at the familiar face of the female King of Knights.
Or was it?
When he looked at the Servant of the Sword, he could not help but feel that something was amiss.
Then he noticed it.
The King of Knights, as Kirei knew full well, wore a silver armour and wields an invisible blade.
The person in front of him, however, was wearing a long-sleeved, ankle-length black coat which is closed at his chest and left to flare out into ragged ends. And the sword she wields is not the English style one that Assassin had reported but instead a black Japanese style sword.
One thing was for certain. Kirei's initial conclusion was wrong. This was not Saber.
But then, even if that was the case, it would not change anything. Kirei could not move anymore, no matter how he tried. Even if he was able to, with his heart destroyed, it was unlikely he would be able to get far with the injury he sustained.
And yet...
What is this? Why is she looking at me like that? Why does she seem so familiar?
Even though he was dying, Kirei actually forgot that his life would be soon be over. His mind was numbed, and all he could do was wonder why, why, the girl who looked identical to Saber was looking at him strangely, like someone who had finally found a long lost loved one...
"There are many things I want to tell you right now, Oji-san, but since I'm not really good at speeches, I'll just let the sword do the talking."
Kirei's vision was suddenly engulfed in white, and before he knew what was happening, he felt something surge from within him, like a geyser that had finally found a means to escape to the surface, countless unfamiliar yet seeming familiar images flashing all around him.
The Executor did not know how much time had passed, as in the place he was in, there was no way of telling. Even now, he was still baffled.
Was this it?
'Kirei...'
Were these delusions that a person experience when they die?
'Kirei...'
Does a person tend to see and hear things before they finally pass on?
'Kirei...'
The priest could not understand it. This was not something that has been taught to the Executors by the Holy Church. Yet, before he knew it, his body had started moving on its own.
The white world has disappeared, and now he was standing on a marble pavement.
The sky above him was filled with dark clouds, rain pouring heavily, on both sides of him were green walls from whence black flowers were blooming.
He was in a maze, and the heavy rain was soaking the priest to the bone. He was dead, yet why was he feeling cold?
'Kirei... please... find me...'
The priest did not know what made him do it. All he knew, was that his body was acting on its own. Without thinking, on instinct, Kirei started running desperately, not to shelter himself from the storm, but to reach the voice which has been calling him.
Unmindful of the pitiful state he was in, Kirei continued trudging on, falling now and again into the now muddy ground, yet standing up again.
Minutes, hours, Kirei did not know how much time has passed.
Yet he struggled. Yet he persevered. For the first time he could remember, Kirei was doing something that he truly desired.
Finally, after what Kirei felt like an eternity, he managed to reach his destination.
He was now at the centre of the labyrinth. the eye of the storm. Unlike the surrounding areas, the place was devoid from turmoil, and the sun was shining down upon the beautiful garden.
And at the middle of it all, she was standing. With her light grey hair, her white sleeping gown that was black on the edges, and an eye patch covering one of her eyes, there was no mistake about it. The gentle smile on her face... she could not have been anyone else.
'Claudia...'
'It's been a long time, my beloved.'
Tears started falling from the eyes of Kotomine Kirei.
Without another word, Kirei rushed forward and embraced the woman who had been with him for two years.
No, that would not be accurate. It is true that she had been with him physically for two years, yet the time they have been together was much longer than that, and he had only realized it.
All the time since he had first picked her up, she had never left his side, and he was too stupid, too engrossed in self loathing to notice, and he hated himself even more for it. In the two years that they had been married, not once did he realize that she was actually her.
At the moment, though, the details of how or why it happened did not matter much to the crying Kotomine Kirei, his face buried in her chest, while the woman caressed his hair affectionately.
Contrary to the tears falling from his eyes, the emotion which the priest felt was actually happiness. The storm in the sky has vanished as if it had never been there, fluffy clouds that seemed to be smiling gently floating in it in the tempest's place. The full moon shone brilliantly in the evening sky, as the stars twinkled, the black flowers surround them seemingly glowing to join in the celebration.
Finally, after so long, he understood. He had finally found the answer which he had been looking for so desperately.
The hole in his chest that had tormented him for so long... has finally closed.
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Just as all these things happened to the Church Executor, the truth is that only a few seconds had passed in the real world.
'Looks like it worked.'
A girl wielding a black katana had it rest on her shoulders, smirking to herself, as she saw the sword that materialized in the man's hands. Just like Ichigo, all Substitute Shinigami have the ability to fight at full power even when they are in their physical body.
Most of Ichigo's friends back in Karakura Town and Soul Society believe that she went on this delivery mission unwillingly, forced by some blackmail material that Uruhara probably had.
The truth, however, is not so.
She had chosen to go on this mission not because someone forced or coerced her, but rather, it was because she wanted to.
Because she needed to.
To Soul Society, just like Ichigo was, the young man was a hero.
To Ichigo, however, the young man who was her objective in this mission was more than just a hero.
In fact, if Ichigo were to be honest, she did not really care about the man's accomplishments as a Shinigami Representative or, as Kisuke implied, according to recent information he has acquired, a 'vampire slayer.'
It was on that rainy day when Ichigo was only six years old when they first met. Being young and naive, Ichigo was lured into the trap of the Hollow known as the Grand Fisher, and as a consequence of her actions, her mother died trying to save her. Having lost her Quincy powers, which Ichigo later was found was due to Aizen, she had been unable to fight back and was thus devoured by the Hollow.
Weak and helpless at the time, the truth is that Ichigo would have died on that day as well... if it wasn't for him. The man had come just in time to save her.
Traumatize, the young girl did manage to say the two words which she owed him, and Ichigo had completely forgotten about him for a while... until she saw him again six years later.
It was a nice and sunny summer day at the beach. Ichigo's father, due to Karin complaining about the heat, decided to visit the beach. It was a rather fun trip, especially Ichigo was also feeling the heat and it had actually gone perfectly... if only that incident did not happen.
Her father, being the weirdo that he is, had the nerve to train Ichigo in kendo and martial arts in the middle of the beach, spoiling her fun and catching the attention of many lookers.
Because of it, she had lost sight of her sisters, though she was only slightly worried. Karin and Yuzu were both excellent swimmers despite their age after all and could take care of themselves.
Or so she thought.
Ichigo still could not forget it, the second time she had felt so useless. While it is true that her sisters knew how to swim, even though she was now an expert at it, Ichigo at the time was not a good swimmer. In fact, she could not swim at all.
Thus, all she could do was watch helplessly as her sisters, undoubtedly suffering from cramps, struggled desperately in the water.
And then she saw a man jump into the water and saved her sisters.
Yet once again, she failed to utter those two simple words that she now owed him twice over.
That man was Kotomine Kirei.
He was the young man who saved Ichigo's life once.
He was the young man who save the life of her sisters when she was helpless and could nothing.
And he is the man whose brown eyes were currently narrowed, and had the sharp edge of a long Japanese style sword placed on Ichigo's neck.
"Who are you?"
Ichigo could not help but curse inwardly. Kisuke had warned her that something like this could happen. After all, the sword made of reiatsu that Mr. Hat and Clogs gave her was only meant to restore Kirei's shinigami powers and his memories of the entire time he was a Substitute Soul Reaper.
Of course, if it had been either Kisuke or Yoruichi or anyone who knew him well enough during that time period was the one sent, there would have been no problem since Kirei would know them well enough.
Apparently, to the man who Kisuke said had spent his life slaying evil even after losing his Soul Reaper Powers, Ichigo was just another of the countless many whose lives he had saved, not important enough for him to remember clearly.
Knowing how delicate the situation is, especially with the injured man who seriously looked like he needed treatment lying on the pavement, Ichigo decided to go for the straightforward approach. Though she did not know a lot of the details, the priest probably knows enough about the afterlife now for them to have a civilized conversation.
"Kurosaki Ichigo, Shinigami Representative."
The brown-haired man raised his eyebrows."Kurosaki? You are related to the former Captain of the Tenth Division?"
"Yes, he is my father."
A tense moment of silence passed between them.
"I see..." The man said finally as he removed his sword from Ichigó's neck and sheathed it. To Ichigo's surprise, the man who she was told was overly cautious had a relaxed posture.
Apparently the man knew her father is a Shinigami, which meant that the two must have been acquainted, well enough for him to trust her despite not knowing much about her.
"By the way, do you know any healing kido?" The man inquired.
Ichigo shook her head silently in response. While it is true that she is now able to use some of the basic shinigami spells, she still has a lot of trouble controlling them. Any attempts she make at healing someone could end up with her blowing them up instead, just like what happened with several of the lifeless dolls Uruhara provided her to practice on.
The man with brown hair nodded his head curtly. Then, he gently lifted the man with white hair and placed him on his back.
"While I would like to know what your purpose is, I believe it is better if we discuss it elsewhere. This man needs treatment. I have healed his wounds as well as I could but he is assailed by a unique condition that is beyond what I am capable of healing. With my meager skills in kido I doubt there is anything more I could for him. The longer he stays out here, the less chance he has of surviving the night."
"Right," the blonde-haired female replied, just as the man in front of him seemed to vanish into thin air as he used shunpo to move away.
Ichigo gave a long weary sigh, both out of relief and disappointment, as she also used Flash Step to follow the man where he was going.
Those two words she owed him would just have to wait for later...
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A little over an hour has passed since Caster and his sea demon has been vanquished.
Two Servants were eliminated and now only five remained, namely Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider and Berserker.
To the mediator of the war, Kotomime Risei, this was definitely something positive. Now that that particular insane Servant who loved going for publicity was gone, the Holy Grail War could finally get back to normal.
At least, that was what Risei thought would happen. Instead, the development was bringing him a large amount of stress that was much more than what was healthy.
Unknown to everyone else, Risei was actually doing poorly as a mediator of the deadly competition, due to the fact that he was actually allied with one of the participants. Tohsaka Tokiomi would be the one to get the Grail, and as part of the plan, they had intended for Archer to be the one to finish off Caster so that Tokiomi can be legitimately allowed to receive and extra Command Spell. Even though they were allies, both Rise and the head of the Tohsaka clan believed that it best to keep up appearances to avoid further complication, like having the Mage Association or the Church swoop down upon them for 'improper conduct.'
Unfortunately, Risei could not give out the intended Command Seal to his ally. Despite Archer reluctantly attacking the sea demon, it was apparent to his workers that witnessed the whole incident that the half-hearted assault the Servant of the Bow was useless. True, the sea demon was damaged, but by overall 'fair' assessment, Archer's 'assistance' did not deserve his Master getting a Command Seal.
Of course, Risei would only be too happy to make an oversight, but the fact that there were other Servant and Masters who witnessed it meant that he could not act with prejudice without the unfairness becoming too obvious.
Due to the circumstances by which Caster has been defeated, it was fortunate that none of the other Masters could claim that they deserve to receive a Command Seal. In fact, less than an hour before, Risei almost lost his life when a former Master tried to shoot him when he refused to give him one.
Fortunately, Risei was on guard from the obvious deception, and managed to kill the former Master, Kayneth before the latter could do the same to him.
He may be Lord El Melloi the prodigy and renowned magus from the Mage Association, but the trespass committed by the magus was enough for Rise to be able to kill him without repercussions. The Archibalds may want revenge for what happened, but once they know the entire story, they would probably leave it be. If Risei's predictions were correct, a member of the Archibalds would probably visit him later not for revenge, but rather, to apologize for the behaviour of their former head.
Kayneth's 'dishonorable actions' and 'use of unorthodox and mundane methods' like using a gun would bring him down pegs in their eyes and would probably be considered a shame of the family. The fact that his magic circuits were destroyed would only aid to discredit him further, since his body itself would lose a lot of value.
Now all he had to do was hide the fact that he was the one who killed Kayneth from Lancer and his current Master. Considering the 'relationship' between Sola and Lord El Melloi, the priest was certain he was unlikely to get any retribution from them, and probably did not pay her fiancée any heed once she got the Command Spells for herself.
However, since Lancer is honourable he thought it better to be safe than sorry. Thus, he ordered his men to hide the body of the magus and preserve it until the Grail War was over.
Risei, despite his combat skills, only narrowly avoided death. In fact, had he not seen the crippled man pull out the pistol, he probably would have been. Still, what was important is that this particular issue has been resolved.
The Command Seal issue, however, was only a minor part of the entire problem.
It is not uncommon for participants in the Grail War to elicit assistance from others. Even if they have a powerful Heroic Spirit as their tool, some, especially those with comparatively weak Servant, tend to seek additional help. The third war in which the Nazis became involved was proof of that. While it may be considered rather underhanded, Risei could not stop such a course of action, not just because he was working for Tokiomi, but because according to the rules, this was an acceptable tactic.
So long as the help came exclusively from magi and not from mundane non-magical which goes against the secrecy rule, the mediator was in no position to place a penalty or disqualify the Master that chose to go for this course of action.
One of their enemies has managed to find a powerful ally, and the worst part is that they have no idea which of their four remaining opponents this magus has an allegiance with. The fact that he was able to destroy Caster's sea demon which was practically immortal and A+ as a Noble Phantasm, meant that whatever Mystic Code or magic the magus was using was on par with the Heroic Spirits.
Thus, the worries of Kotomine was piling up, though he knew that his ally who was the one seeking Akasha was more worried than himself. From the conversation they had earlier, the head of the Tohsaka family could hardly keep his distress from being evident in his voice.
While Tokiomi may sound calm and composed, to Risei, who is rather good friends with the magus, he could easily tell that the head of the Tohsaka clan was very nervous.
"Father."
"Ah, Kirei-kun," Risei greeted his son as he turned in the direction of the door, only for him to freeze on the spot, as he realized who his son was carrying on his back.
It was Matou Kariya, the Master of Berserker. And walking beside Kirei with her hands in her pocket was...
Saber?
"Father..." Risei's son repeated in a solemn voice.
"We need to talk."
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To be continued...
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Alright, another chapter out. Now, in this chapter, the main supporting character was revealed... did any of you expect who it turned out to be? I can't tell so tell me in the reviews if you have time.
Yep, not much happened in this chapter, and not everything is explained yet, though that is on purpose.
As I should say early on, this fic is Main Character centric so most scenes will focus on them. Right now honestly I still have a hard time trying to see how to go with this but at least my main obstacle which is trying to fit a villain into a not-so-villainous role has been fulfilled.
So basically, there are a couple main unknown pasts and the fate of certain Servants presented, as well as connections of various sorts between certain individuals. I've written down a number of summed up scenes already and I must say it's not easy choosing from them.
One thing is for sure though, just to warn those who expect canon scenes to sprout. Sorry, but everything from here on out will be different from canon. So sorry no epic Gil vs Rider scene, nor will there be Saber vs Rider chase.
Yep, I suppose that should be all for now. Just keep watch for my updates if you want to know what happens next and what is behind what, why something became the way it is, etc.
By the way, here is the partial information for the second main character in this fic.
Name: Kirei Kotomine
Affiliation: The Holy Church (formerly), Uruhara Shoten, Kurosaki Clinic, Karakura Town
Character Type: Human/Executor/Substitute Soul Reaper
Zanpakuto: Not yet Revealed
Gender: Male
Birthday: December 28, 1967
Age: 27
Height: 185 cm
Weight: 82 kg
Blood type: B
Place of Birth: Japan
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Brown
Family
Risei Kotomine (Father)
Claudia Hortensia (Wife)
Caren Hortensia (Daughter)
Likes: Suffering of Evil
Dislikes: Heroism, Hypocrisy
Talents: Cooking, particularly talented in making excellent spicy mapo tofu
Natural enemy: Himself
Image Color: Black/Blue
Stats: In Servant Terms
Normal Daily Life/Using Shikai (Not yet Revealed)
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: C
Reiryoku/Mana: B
Luck: C
Using Bankai (Not Yet Revealed)
Strength: C
Endurance:A
Agility: A+
Reiryoku/Mana: A+
Luck: B
Other Skills:
Not yet revealed.
And like always, I hope you enjoy reading this chapter...
Later then, people...
