Requested by RoseJustice- thank you
Chad
Tuning
Chad sat as he tuned his guitar, and reflected.
The world was a strange place indeed.
He played chords up and down, up and down, and stared down at the fret board, his eyes calm and his face blank.
He had seen so much, and had gone so far- he had pushed himself, and pushed himself even harder, and without any mark of effort Ichigo had far outstripped him in every way.
His fingers, hardened from play and labour, skimmed the strings.
But he felt no resentment: he had never wanted to be the hero, after all. Just the one on the sidelines, the supporting staff. He had never felt more contentment than when he could watch the world fly past him, and those he love stand happy and free.
Discordant music echoed around him.
He sighed, and put down his tuned guitar, standing up to stretch his immense height towards the sky.
Life was good.