Konichiwa! This is Pi-Face once again, working on my individual project for once. This portion of the saga is set around twenty years after the last one, so our hero is likely to be entering the academy at around this age. Ready, and…GO!

If you had seen Kenpachi and his father, you wouldn't have been able to find any two people who were more different. Jyushiro Ukitake was a cheerful happy man with a tendency to overeat and cough blood. He was also pretty skinny, with a long mane of white hair. His son, on the other hand, was almost his complete opposite. Tall and brawny, with musculature that would have made Schwarzenneger proud, he also had short, slightly spiked black hair, which had managed to survive over five hundred attempts at straightening. The biggest difference between them, however, was that unlike his father Kenpachi never stopped fighting. He just loved to fight, without understanding why.

Ukitake seemed more excited than his son. "Oh man, my son is going to enter the Academy! God, I'm so proud of you! It's only too bad your mother wasn't able to come." Kenpachi just nodded. Sometimes his father grated on his nerves, but at least there was a reason today. "Dad, please don't worry. I'm just going off to the Academy!" His dad just grinned. "Nah, I'm not worried for you. I'm worried for all the people you're gonna have to spar!" Even Kenpachi had to laugh at that one. "It's fine, dad. Okay, here I go!

As Kenpachi stepped through the doors, everybody looked at him and stared. It was pretty embarrassing for him, and he wanted to just go hide in a corner when a girl elbowed her way to the front. "Geez, what's up with these people and staring? God, it's as if my dad's here. Except it's only the women that stare at him." Kenpachi sighed with relief. "Ah, thank god someone I know is here? How are you and Kyoraku-taicho, Eri-chan?"

Eri dragged him down the corridors, leering at everyone who looked at Kenpachi. "What did I tell you? Just call my dad Kyoraku-san, I told you! But you never listen…" They stopped in front of an auditorium, where all of the first year students were to gather. Eri put her hands at her hips in a triumphant pose and laughed. "Okay, we're here! Let's get ready to see Old Man Yamamoto again!" Kenpachi put his head in his hands. "Jesus, Eri-chan, do you want to get into a fight already? I mean, it's just our first day!" Eri looked back at him with a mixture of disgust, loathing, and slight amusement. "I thought that you were Mr. Fighter? Well, whatever. We better go inside."

Yamamoto-soitaicho surveyed the students around him. Many of them seemed excited, and a few were nervous, but he was certain that they would all be eager to learn. There were a few, however, that he needed to observe, the two most prominent being Eri Kyoraku and Kenpachi Ukitake. He cleared his throat, and prepared to address the students.

"I would like to welcome all the new students here to the Academy. We have a longstanding tradition of…" Eri just yawned. Kenpachi elbowed her in the side. "Jesus, we have to stay awake!" But, he had to admit that he was feeling sleepy. In fact, he just felt like laying his head on the wall and closing his eyes just for a minute…

Kenpachi woke up in what seemed to be a dark, isolated wasteland, filled with dead flora and fauna, slightly obscured by a dense fog. Usually people were really freaked out by scenery like this, but Kenpachi wasn't, simply because the attempts by his father to garden ended up invariably looking like this. As Kenpachi sat down, looking around for a way to get out, he heard what seemed like… well, like the ringing of bells…

Out of the mist stepped a man who, surprisingly, was taller than Kenpachi, with hair that seemed to be spiked to its' max, an eye patch covering his right eye, and those damned bells attached right to the end of the spikes. The man looked around the area for a couple of minutes, then gestured to Kenpachi. "Hey, you, kid." Kenpachi nodded. "Yeah… my name is Kenpachi. Kenpachi Ukitake. And you are?" The man thought about this for a bit, then returned the sentiment with a smile that would probably have gotten the Boogieman to say his prayers.

" Well, I'll tell ya my name, but only if ya beat me in battle… Oh, you can fight, right?" Kenpachi considered agreeing, but then figured that if he did agree to a battle, he would probably die. So he just pointed at the man's sword, saying, "Well, I can fight, but it's unfair, because you have a sword, and I don't…" He looked down at his blade. "Huh? Oh yeah. Okay, when you get your own sword and learn how to use it, I'll fight you. Until then, I won't bother you…"

Kenpachi woke up only to see many angered faces around him, as well as a couple of amused faces, but scariest of all was his own mother staring right at him. "Kenpachi, it was very rude of you to sleep, and during orientation as well." She sighed. "Well… I can't blame you. Your father kept you up all night with his ranting and raving about the joys of the academy, so I guess I can cut you some slack now. But…" She raised an eyebrow. "I suppose that this won't happen again, hmm?" Kenpachi just nodded. There was no way that his mother would believe him. She'd probably have him thrown in the Maggot's Nest, for his own safety. Then, as all the students filed out of the auditorium, Kenpachi gave a wolfish grin and whispered, "I think I can have fun with this."

Whoo! Yeah, I know a lot of you may be wondering why Kenpachi showed up here as a dream dude, but I guess it'll make sense later. I will not spoil this! Anyways, if you want to see more, please review! It makes me really happy!