A couple decades have passed since the events of Sarasa. Hurasake is bent on revenge on Konoha for killing his one and only friend. The Second Hokage has long since passed and the events of The Nine-Tail Fox have happened. He witnessed these events and hoped for the destruction of Konoha. The Third Hokage has been aware of him for quite some time. He has mostly been feeding on deer and occasionally some unlucky human who was lost and ended up in his way. Each and everyday has been a slow, torturing, and plagued with thoughts of events that took place that day to his only friend.

Hurasake looked up at the night sky. Stars glistened in the black sky with streaks of light flying through it. He continued to walk aimlessly in the woods till he hit the wall of the village. He put a hand on the wall and let out an ear-piercing scream out of anger and grief. Every year on the anniversary of Sarasa's death, he would sneak in and lay down flowers by her grave. He would stand there until dawn, then quickly run over the wall, and fade into the darkness.

The stone wall that stood before him was hundreds of meters tall and ten meters thick. Shinobi walked the perimeter looking out far into the distance. He screeched and punched a hole in the wall a meter deep. His long white arm contained the hole before he pulled it out. Dark red blood dripped from his knuckles and covered in little fragments of the stone wall he punched. the red fluid reminded him of the blood of Sarasa's. He let out another scream before realizing that a bright light shined behind him. He turned around to find two men in black robes with swords on the sides.

One of them was tall with blonde hair and scars on his face. The other was short with brown hair. The taller one took one step forward and said to Hurasake, "You hollow, what are you doing here?"

Hurasake looked and frowned at the man. He held both hands in front of him up to his face. His nails grew and sharpen. The two men widened their feet and put a hand on both of their swords. Hurasake looked at them and replied, "I am here for the hell of it. Who the hell are you two.?"

The shorter one smiled and replied, "We are Soul Reapers form the Soul Society. We are here to kick your sorry ass."

The taller one glared down at the shorter one and shook his head. They both drew their swords and and jumped in the air. The brown hair one took the lead and took the first strike. Hurasake took on step behind him and let the man slam into the ground, making a crater. the blonde haired one followed up and slashed his sword. The blade barely cut Hurasake on the shoulder just enough to draw blood. Hurasake leaped back and covered his wound. he took a look at the blood and back at the men. The aroma of his blood filled his nostrils and started to laugh hysterically. His nails shined in the moonlight. He laughed, "Wow, that was a good effort, but my turn," and disappeared.

The two men looked around them searching for the hollow. The shorter one shook violently; rattling the sword. His partner remained calm and looked frantically. A white flash passed the eyes of the men. A second later, a stream of crimson blood streaked the grass and trees. The blonde man had a gash across his chest, and the brown had a large cut on his left shoulder. Blood dripped from their robes. The blonde gasped for air while the brown haired man held his wound.

Hurasake looked down at the two reapers. Both of them rolled around in pain as he stared. As he looked at them, he remembered the villagers he killed out of retaliation. the blood smelled and looked the same. He smiled from ear to ear with enjoyment and menace. The brown haired man looked at Hurasake and spitted out,"Are you going to kill us?"

Hurasake laughed and replied, "No. I have done enough damage to your bodies. I plan on using you to relay a message to your superiors."

The man nodded.

"I want you to tell them to send no more of you reapers and allow me to live in peace. If they break this, I will destroy and kill every person in that village," he says as he points to the wall, "Do I make myself clear?"

The man nodded and took the blonde haired man over his shoulder. A door of what looks like a door to a dojo appeared. It opened up revealing a bright light. The two men stepped forward and the door closed behind them. Hurasake turned around and stared at the wall. He planned either way to destroy Konoha even if the Soul Reapers keep their word. It was only an amount of time before he does.