Chapter 3 Darkness and Light
Senna took the sword from Ichigo's hand, feeling very sure and aware of what she would do. It was neither about saving her own life nor defeating the enemy. Yet, it was all about saving someone who was dearest to her. Without anymore long thought, she stabbed the sword to her chest, performing the transfer of ichigo's shinigami power to herself, just like what Rukia did to Ichigo.
A blinding brilliant reddish light blasted into the sky, defeating the darkness of the night. The power was so powerful that even Senna's foe was shaken. Inside the shining light was Senna. Her violet hair was shining beautifully and she was now dressed in a black kimono. She was now ready to protect the one who had protected her before.
"I don't really know neither who you are nor why you come to see me. However, the problem that you have caused is neither about ruining the first hour of my birth day nor making my precious room a bit devastated. You have made someone who is precious to me injured. Now you should pay for it." Senna exclaimed.
The foe was surprised, yet was not at all afraid of Senna's words. Of course, they were of different level of experience and power. Besides, Senna knew nothing.
"Pure one, my job is to pass the message to you. I have no intention of harming you. Yet, we have the same type of power, you can not attack me." the messenger answered.
Senna realized the truth behind what the messenger had said. Even though Ichigo was badly injured, she, who was just a few decimeters behind him, was not injured at all. Thus, how could she even defeat the one who she could not even attack?
"Just see.." Senna said, feeling confident. Whether it would be successful or not, she still should do it anyway, now or never.
Senna run towards the messenger, swing her sword to the body. The messenger was really in an open position as he thought there would not be any damage due to the same type of power. However, destiny has made a different plot. Senna's sword could thrust the messenger. The sword was surprisingly different from the sword she remembered she had owned before. It was full of power and had different elements within it.
"How… how could it be?" the messenger shouted his last words.
"Blame your fate.. Believing is always a thing worth to be done."