Kenpachi
7. Living
I never had a name.
I gave myself one in the end, of course, but you know that already. Before that, I mean. Never had one. There was just a voice in my head. Never any hands to guide or help me, only the two on the ends of my wrists, scarred and covered in enough blood to drown the whole damned Seireitei. If one day the whole thing does get destroyed by my hand, I know I would stand there laughing, out of pride, out of honour, out of spite. Unbeaten, unbroken, a thousand un-s that people want to inflict on me, but can't.
A little hand clutches mine.
Living is all that matters.