Kazuhira,Saitou

HISTORY:Starting from the day He was born, Saitou was first known as Nikon which means Victory in Greek, and taking his fathers last name of Sethos which means Dazzle. The Name fit the Boy well at birth. For The Blood of a Spartan war general, and an Athenian woman was combined to Make Nikon. He was one of the fortunate children that would not be considered useless in society. In his eyes even as an infant, you could see the light of a warrior, you could see the fire that burned within the child's very soul. When He was first seen by his mother She named him Nikon after his father. The Woman Prayed her child would follow within the footsteps of his father. The child in his infancy was very quiet, never really whining or crying, never really doing anything extremely disruptive. But he was Almost always quiet as he watched the world around him. The times he did cry were for the basic needs of a diaper change or food. He was different, and outgoing. And that difference continued into his toddler years. Just walking for a few weeks the small child was already running through the house, chasing after his always good natured father. This was what you could call, early military training. His father was teaching him how to be a strong and fast runner on the battlefield. Always smiling and laughing Nikon followed.

But when he wasn't running around, when he wasn't chasing anything that moved, Nikon would sit in his mothers lap and listen to her read ancient tales of the gods, how the god Zeus was king and the most powerful of the gods. The toddler was always enchanted and amazed with the legends, that seemed to mesh together and tell a lengthy story of how his world came to be. Above all His favorite legends were of the goddess Athena, and the God Zeus. He loved to hear of Athena's abilities to outwit the god of war Ares on the battle field. He loved Zeus for his courage to stand against his father and take over the world. The Bright blue eyed boy grew to the age of seven. He was always running about asking questions about his hometown. His Father always happily provided the history of Sparta and their unstoppable army. At the time, Sparta had just conquered Many small provinces in Italy. Nikon was amazed as his father told him of the vast lands that the army had conquered. He tried to visualize the size of it and it seemed to fill the whole world. It felt like his home had conquered the whole world! This is where Nikon's true respect for his father was seeded.

One month late he was brought to the academy, Life there was harsh, the physical training was something totally new, he ran for hours, he was whipped and beaten into shape. But the fire in his bright blue eyes would never go out, the fire that seemed to forever burn within him. He was Also watched by many of the older more experienced students in the academy. It was a custom for the New recruits within the academy to find a "Lover" of the same sex, as it taught comradery and loyalty to your brothers on the battle field. Nikon thought this as weird but was soon courted by many of the older students in the academy.. Nikon Chose someone whom would later become his closest friend, his name was Adrastus. In this culture the lower ranked boy could choose whom he wanted as his "Lover" But what shocked most was that he became much more popular in a short amount of time. The older student was a nobles son, which only helped Nikon. Now Nikon was under the responsibility of Adrastus, his training was severe. He was constantly fighting for his life it seemed.

Never once did he cry out in pain, he was taught that it was a weakness, and so he made himself strong by not crying out as a blade connected to his skin. Sure he winced, but that was all, as blood ran down his arm he continued to fight and fight hard. Nikon was becoming what his parents dreamed of him becoming. But soon after his first section of training was done, he was brought to a special ceremony where he and other children were forced to run in circles around a group of older children whiled he was whipped continuously. Nikon was lightly clothed, and as he ran he did not cry like the others, he did not bow his back like the others, he ran with his head held high. He ran and didn't react to the pain shooting from his body. His "Lover" Watching helplessly as he took the pain with almost now a smile. Nikon was a tough kid and merely shook his head as he watched other recruits drop dead. The hours passed and the group of what once was fifty now dwindled to a mere twenty. Nikon stood without his back bent in pain. He was what you could call the one that would become a future king. As The lashings were now stopped, he merely stretched out and didn't wince as Adrastus come over to tend to the bleeding wounds.

The medicine stung and yet he merely stood there with no reaction. It was because of the brutal training that Nikon was forced through had prepared him for any kind of physical pain dealt to him. His Shining blue eyes still reflected the fire of a warrior within them. He continued his brutal training but at a different level. Now he was armed with a short sword and his goal was to somehow in some way injure the much bigger and tougher opponent that was Adrastus. Nikon was Smart and through the years was able to read and predict his "lovers" movements in battle. Knowing how his opponent acted was a crucial thing seeing as if he didn’t use his brain he would have been beaten half to death. As his opponent lunged forward Nikon dodged easily and from behind easily maneuvered his blade behind Adrastus's head and made a small shallow cut upon his neck to signal his victory. Months and months passed, he was nearing his twelfth Birthday where he would move up in rank in the academy. But Those nights before his birthday the raining was much more intense and he was now kept as a prisoner with handcuffs (or what they would use as handcuffs) around his wrists and he would be beaten and made sure he was immune to pain. On His twelfth birthday His surrogate family celebrated his moving up in the academy.
But it was also on his twelfth birthday that something else had to happen... it was at night and he knew it was coming. Another tradition that Spartan soldiers to be would have to go through was well rather painful for the boy. That night it was required that his relationship with his mentor turned physical... Nikon merely shrugged it off as if he didn't care that something like that had just been done to him. But what really happened in his mind was a type of fear of that happening again, really and truly Nikon only suffered through it for the fact that he wanted to become the greatest warrior known in Spartan history. The years passed and he became much stronger, his appearance changing from that of a boy into that of a matured young man. His sun bleached blonde hair seemed to be a pale silver in color due to his constant days in the hot sun. He was tall and muscular, and held lots of promise. he was shown in a mock battle to the proctor of the academy and he was then moved up with a special group of people known as the crypteia or κρυπτείαa. This was a small festival of sorts that showed off the skills of the most promising future leaders of Sparta. Sparta would declare war upon the Helot Population. The helots, were the serfs of the Spartan civilization, and every autumn their numbers were cut down. Nikon using his only weapon, being his fists. Nikon was shown to be quite the warrior as he killed with no remorse. The κρυπτείαa was a time where any Spartan citizen (those whom are distinguished students and those whom have already graduated from the academy. Meaning the students that did not take place in this festival are not considered citizens yet) could kill a Helot without fear of blood or guilt.

Two More years passed, Nikon was now considered a full fledged citizen of Spartan and he was a member of the Spartan army. He already was rumored to be the next king, to lead the army in his fathers footsteps. As He lived his life he met a woman by the name of Amynta. This woman had to have been blessed By Aphrodite herself, this woman was beyond beautiful.. she was just god like in appearance. Months passed as they became friends, their personalities complimenting each other in every way. It was not very long before the two were to be married. Their wedding was fabulous, it was small the way that Nikon and his wife preferred it. Nikon was completely content and happy, having a wife, a home and being promoted to the generals lieutenant. The General at that time was Nikons former "Teacher" in the academy. and it seemed that this teacher was not exactly happy that Nikon had married so early in life... Was it that he was jealous? Was he mad that Nikon wasn't his? He really didn't know. Small Battles were fought and Sparta Decimated all that stood in their way..

It was three years after a major battle that Sparta celebrated as one of the best victories yet, Sparta had finally conquered Messenia. Which was a Great victory. He had although suffered a rather bad injury to one of his eyes and so he wore a piece of leather on what used to be his eye and was now a piece of heavily scarred face. It was three years later when his wife bore two children of his own, a Beautiful young girl and a wonderful son. Both had inherited his oddly light colored blonde hair, and you could have said it was the best day of Nikons life. But Then after six months of being with his family, he was called to war again. But this time something went wrong, terribly wrong, sure he was in the heat of battle, he was battling the one that taught him all he knew. This wasn't supposed to happen, how come his closest friend and the general of the Spartan army turned on him? Nikon didn’t understand... He just couldn't comprehend what happened until he looked over his shoulder, His wife, and children were dead.. Thanks to this man.. he was enraged and the rage blinded him.. Nikon's life ended after he stabbed the general through the chest.. and he himself was impaled by his adversary's sword.

His dying words were " εγώ πρέπει έχω καμωμένος εγώ ο ίδιος ισχυρότερος" Or in English, "I should have made myself stronger"

Death was a confusing thing for the man, he couldnt remember a thing about himself, he couldn't remember his name or how old he was or where he was. So the Lonesome soul wandered Looking around for anything that could tell him what and who he was. That was when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked back and noted a long chain that was corroding away. Seemingly panicked, the soul did all in his power to slow down the corrosion. Thank god he did, now he wandered and it seemed as if all hope was lost, as he saw another soul also wandering.. as he waited for days until a shinigami had finally appeared, the shinigami konsoed the spirit of the former general of the Spartan army. Now Out of instinct, did Nikon reach for anything that could be used as a weapon against the man with the strange looking sword. As the Man walked toward Him Well Nikon finally felt a type of fear.. But soon a soothing voice washed over him, and he knew this person wasn’t going to kill him or well hurt him the way he did to the other soul.. or so he thought.

"What is your name?" The person had asked him.

"I-I dont know" The former Spartan warrior replied, Saitou was so confused, who and what is this person garbed in black with his sword drawn at him, he had no clue why this person wasn't attacking him. Sure he had already come to terms with the fact that he was dead, but it didn't help the matter that he still felt more and more threatened. The confused silver haired man looked at the Shinigami. This time he was sizing the shinigami up, seeing as it looked like they were going to fight. His eyes closed and he asked the shinigami, "What is your name? And Who are you?" The Shinigami said that there was no need for him to release his name to Nikon But he told him what he was. Then The Shinigami began to explain what soul society was like.. Saitou now wanted to go before that chain corroded away completely. And, so, Nikon was Konsoed willingly and transported to Rukongai's 73rd district.

Now whence the confused man found his way through the district, he became well known to be someone that beat on anyone that wasn't a child that stole from the street vendors. Mind You he never did that, Nikon never attempted it despite the burning hunger inside of his gut. He became Very respected and so he kept that reputation when a citizen asked of his name. Saitou replied with a simple, I have no name... The Citizen was shocked to an extent. But Accepted that answer. Now At the time he was staying with an elderly couple and taking care of them by getting food and water for them although they never seemed to be hungry or thirsty at all. Which was yet another strange thing because he seemed to always be ravenous. The elderly people heard that and smiled, "You can carry on a family name then.." Said the old male, "Your name from now on will be Kazuhira, Saitou" Saitou smiled, he wasn’t a no body anymore, he had a name to be called by...

Saitou continued to live as a "protector" of sorts for his "grandparents" and so he continued to barter, trade and do almost anything he could to get food for his family besides steal. His Morals in those days reflected the morals he had as a child and growing up in Sparta. As he lived his peaceful life he was approached one say by one of the Shinigami. Now being the Man he was, and being as congenial as he was he talked with the shinigami and was informed about the reason he was always hungry. It was this thing called reiatsu. Now Saitou didn’t believe anything the Man said about reiatsu and so he told the shinigami that until he sees it for himself he will not believe that he had any powers that were out of the ordinary. But The shinigami persisted on telling him these things until He hit a sore spot in Saitou's heart. The elderly couple that Saitou had become a grandson to. He was told with this power he could kill them and possibly kill himself. He became rather angry with what this complete stranger was ranting and rambling on about, so he took care of it his way. A fist to the Shinigami's face and he went flying backwards a few feet before skidding to a halt.

Saitou Heard what the man had said, "You will regret this choice for the rest of your life" Saitou merely laughed and went on with his daily life in Rukongai’s. Years Passed and he happily helped the couple keep the ramshackle Shack clean and a place that was livable. But he noted how the spirits that he took refuge with were beginning to weaken considerably. Saitou blaming himself and his constant need to eat. So He bought and bartered whatever he could and left it in a pile for the couple to eat whenever, before running off. District By district he made his way to the third district where he saw a group of shinigami academy students. They were all laughing and having a great time harassing Rukongai’s citizens. Again Saitou stepped in and scared them half to death with the power that radiated off of him, and it was not just the power of reiatsu. But The power he had when being in a brutal military and the ability to know how to deal with people like them.. So he used his military experience to really kind of warn the students of the consequences of harassing citizens of rukongai once more. He had strength of spirit. That was what made him a leader, but a leader with a fault. He never grew attached to the new group of citizens that now followed his example in protecting other weaker people. But there were a few that abused this privilege and were severely punished. Saitou when it came to people like them was extremely ruthless.

The years went by and he and his rag tag gang of followers finally held a meeting. It was a meeting that would forever change Saitou's Life. The Gang had said that the shinigami could be whipped into shape if you taught them they way you had taught us. It was at that Moment when Saitou made a decision. He looked back to the day when he attacked the Shinigami for saying the things he did about the old couple he used to live with. It was then when it all clicked in his mind. It was then when he laughed in spite of his stupidity. This thing they called reiatsu was half of the backbone that made him the commanding and strict leader he was during these times. His followers and their constant support of their leader was what made him feel at home. It made him feel like he was a part of an army. It Made him feel like he was in Sparta again.. Although he had no memory of what had happened in his human life, he did however never really feel at home until he was like this. With his own little army of followers that believed in him. And He Believing in them. It was that Night he made his decision to become a Shinigami. Within that Night he promote a close friend of his to carry on his will and keep their band alive. And With those final promotions and fond farewells, Saitou departed from his army and into the Shinigami Academy.

He Remembered full well his army in rukongai, but didn’t worry, knowing that he left them in the hands of a very capable leader. He Left With Only The memories of his former band of policemen that did justice to the criminals that ran rampant through rukongai. The Man made his way through the districts and finally came across the Shinigami academy. Now Saitou, wasn’t exactly impressed by the look of the academy, seeing as he (in his opinion) had seen a much better academy when he was alive. So, Saitou walked into the academy and then was stunned by what was within. This didn’t look like a school! It looked like a freaking mansion! Saitou wasn't used to the newer surroundings the academy had but he still kept his cool and walked to the area for new recruits. The Silver haired male knew well enough it was probably not going to be easy to get into the academy, but when he saw that swordplay was the main part of the entrance exam.. he wanted to laugh. And So later that week Saitou took part in the entrance Exam for the Shinigami academy. He Walked into the arena and looked to see that Taichou stood before him as well as many other high ranked shinigami as they let out his opponent from the opposite side of the ring. Another recruit. They were armed with wooden katana, and they began their fight. Having already been extremely physically fit, Saitou had an advantage or so.. but his opponent was fast... extremely fast. And So the wooden blades clashed many a time before his opponent collapsed from exhaustion and Saitou stood using the wooden blade for support.

Next was the Second Part of the exam. First he got a crash course in what Kidou was and how to utilize its power, and so right off the bat Saitou knew the incantations for the 1st level Hadou and 1st level Bakudou. In this part of the exam he was to show that he could successfully bind and then destroy a stuffed dummy using the two kid. Compared to sword play this was much more complicated But Saitou did manage to pass that part of the exam. Now for the judges what astounded them was his combat ability as a swordsman. And His skills with a sword were what got him into the academy. Now, as a student He wore... a rather uncomfortable and annoying uniform that he thought restrained his movements. Even in the academy Saitou felt like these Shinigami needed to be whipped into shape. These lessons with just lectures were never going to teach them a thing! After All words could only do so much to teach a student what they needed to know. But Saitou knew well enough to not speak what he thought of the academy's set up unless he wanted to face expulsion or worse... So Throughout the Lectures, He did find one that piqued his interest quite a bit. And That was the history of the sword style: "Kendo." Saitou often listened intently On what this sword technique did for a person and, he often trained with that style in the small field that was dedicated to training students. Being That sword play got him into this academy he intended to become one of the greatest sword wielders of all time.

Like The Other Students, he had his many aspirations. His was to become one of the most recognized swordsmen in all of soul societies history. So He continued to work himself to his limits as he would when he was a child in the academy in Sparta. So As He toughed out the tiresome lectures and histories of the Shinigami in this freshman year... he made sure that he played attention.. no matter how hard it was.. Seeing as He wasn't exactly at the time most proficient with the Kidou at that time, he often stayed after hours in school just to make sure he nailed everything into his head before leaving. Call Him an Odd student.. But That was the way Saitou was.. someone bound and determined to surpass the rest.. That included the people in the advanced classes. Now Truly This Student Had Many opinions upon the setup of the school just by being there a year. Now There was a Short Vacation from the school that lasted.. a week. Great! Finally Saitou could stretch out his muscles and check on his buddies in Rukongai. And That was exactly what He did. But To only Find That his band of once heroes turned into a band of thieves. They All Had Changed within the period of time he had gone. Saitou looked down at them in pure disgust and merely spoke to them as he would have any other criminal when he resided in this place. After an exchange of harsh words Saitou Left Rukongai and headed back to the academy where he could further his knowledge.

Finally A More Interesting year! It was His second Year In The academy, and now instead of lectures there were more hands on experiences. Such as now there were sparring matches within the lessons of sword history and wielding. Saitou Still wasn't exactly used to the Katana style blade that the shinigami used. After all He used a sword that was much different when he was in Sparta. But Still Slowly But Surely he adjusted to the Blades Style, Balance and the form used to wield it. Back in the Academy Entrance Exam he was Merely winging it. In How To Wield such a blade. And It Obviously was correct in some way because here he was in his second year in the academy. During The sparring sessions, Saitou often wouldn't volunteer to go and spar with the teacher, he would be forced to spar by being called to the front of the class for "messing around" in class. When He Did Spar he fought well and knew how to read movements and attack patterns.. in a slight way. But His Downfall every time was the fact he was easily distracted from the task at hand. Not saying that he would stop in the middle of the fight to watch a butterfly, but, it is rather hard to concentrate with students making comments about you as you fight. But Then Again they weren't insults.. most of the time. Often when distracted Saitou near always took a blow to the abdomen that would knock him back quite a few feet before the teacher picked the next student to spar with. But Along With the positives of his talent in swordsmanship... there were quite a few negatives. One being the fact that he didn't know exactly when enough was enough when sparring with another student in his class. Being That he'd often go at the student the way he would with the teacher.. meaning the opponent in the mock battle would often times be crushed under the barrage of blows that were how he was used to attacking.

Now Alongside Zanjutsu, there was Kidou Classes He took part in. And Thanks to The extra study sessions he forced himself through the year Prior, Saitou showed immense strength in this area, that belittled that of his sword talent. In This Class, as usual he would lay low and watch the rest of the class do what they were told until it was his turn. Now he didn't exactly never volunteer, But more or less he steered away from that just because he "Volunteered" enough in the Zanjutsu Classes. Saitou when he did participate did show strength and much growth from the previous year and so The teacher he was with continued to keep Saitou after hours at the school to help him with whatever he could tell the man was struggling in. Keeping Himself in a low profile image was easy as the quieter man named Saitou went through his secondary year in school like he did with his first. Despite his strengths in Zanjutsu and Kidou, this was only for a student. Saitou was still nothing compared to what the graduated shinigami, and the upperclassmen were. It was During This Year That he noted that his sword wielding skills were also beginning to dullen because of the many Kidou lessons he had drilled into his head. As He went through the rest of the year he juggled classes and staying after to keep his memory sharp. Then Came the next vacation before his third year was to be started.

His Third Year wasn't his favorite. Not At all. It was just like his freshmen year, But this year focused on the History of Soul Society and with a little bit of the classes he called "The Good classes" Saitou was now learning how this place was formed by the soul king and what the ranks were within the Gotei divisions, And Now he kept his mouth shut and forced himself to pay attention and pass. His Grades in this year weren't exactly things to be proud of. But he made sure he passed with at least the average score. After all They didn't have to just sit there and talk did they? They Couldn't have at least Taken tours of the place? After it would be a lot more useful and fun for the students he had made friends with to look at the places the teacher rambled on and on about. He learned of the soutaichous rank and just who Orion Ichiban was. Saitou merely thought it as he would have in Sparta. Orion was the commander of the military that was the shinigami and the Gotei divisions. The Male student kept his low profile as the year dragged on like Molasses In January. But even the most patient of students had their limits and this year was pushing the limits this man had. But Finally as the year came to its close he suffered through it and received and empty Zanpakutou used for sparring reasons alone. It was the one thing he would need most in his final year in the academy.

In His Now Final Year In The academy was when the teacher would most often bring the students into the realm of the living for hollow simulation training. This was something Saitou Immensely enjoyed seeing as he now wasn't stuck in a classroom, listening to an annoying teacher drone on and on about something that he thought was rather mindless and had no real value to it. Here he was now actually fighting what they were going to fight when they graduated. Saitou often would take on no more than two hollows at one time. But there was one time when he tried to take one more than what he could handle and he paid dearly for it. A slash to his eye ruined it and forever marred the left side of his face with an rather ghastly scar that is now hidden by the eye patch. From that moment he realized he needed to change his act.. and so he did. He kept to the smaller hollows and worked his way up the scale before the graduation exam. Where each student would have to fight the breed of hollow called a "Huge hollow" Saitou now looked and watched his enemy with caution. his eyes narrowing and he finally after dodging many attacks found an opening and took advantage of it. Slashing the hollows mask clear through with a deft movement of his arm. The Graduation Ceremony was where he received his blade Kādogēmu. And From then On he was known as a shinigami.

Now As A graduate He was to be chosen by a Taichou to join their division. Saitou was out training that fateful day when the Taichou of the fifth division walked past and observed the man sparring with a friend. He noted the way Saitou would more so try and use his mind to overwhelm his enemy in the mock battle rather than attack and try killing with just brute force. A grin spread across the taichous face as the battle continued. The Zanpakutou clashing in a shower of sparks. A more serious expression sitting upon Saitou's Face, whilst his friend has a fiendish grin as if he enjoyed the adrenaline that coursed through his veins as they continued to fight. Even then unbeknownst to them both there was a taichou watching the twosome. Watching them was none other than The fifth division captain himself. A Shunpo was all that was needed to reveal himself to the two fighting graduates and they stopped immediately. What was Saitou's First Impression? This Guy is one weird dude. Saitou's cold blue eyes examined the taichou sizing him up and really wondering if he was a taichou or if he was just another wannabe. After a rather long Conversation with the Blonde male, Saitou was then made an Unseated Shinigami in the fifth division. Now in the fifth and knowing that well... he was a long way from the rank he desired in this division. Time went by and the unseated shinigami made many friends after a long and tense year at the academy.. his truly boisterous and all around happy personality resurfaced.

In this time as an unseated shinigami, Saitou stepped up the training regimes he had as now he was often out on missions to kill hollows running rampant in the world. The Training sessions often included much sparring with higher seated members. Seeing as if he wanted a seat up there, then why not spar with them to gauge their strength and work yourself past that limit that your opponent had. It was merely a strategy that he used in all battles. So he began his regime sparring with the fifth seat of the division. Saitou focused not on taking out the seated member, but watching his movements and remembering his strategy. Yeah... he was good at gathering the info he needed. But what to do with it? He did what Saitou did best, which was write everything he remembered about his opponent down. and try to figure out how would be the safest and most efficient way to take down this opponent without killing him; Even though the chance of that was slim to none. But he was going to make sure he didn't look like a fool when fighting for that rank. After all, The Thing that helped him beat the students in the academy, was this exact strategy. So why not try it out here? So the many weeks eventually turned into months of being an unseated division member when he challenged the fifth seat of his division to a fight for rank. The Man Obviously not knowing why Saitou chose him to spar with, accepted the challenge and then by getting the match approved by his taichou they set out for the training grounds where they would start the match.

This Fight dragged on for hours as Saitou even then didn’t really have a fighting strategy, But slash the weak points that he had found. Suddenly Though his being was dragged into its inner world. Saitou merely floated in the endless night with winds carrying him to the unknown island in the sky His body being dragged by the extremely fast currents of air brought him to an windswept island in the ocean of air. Where the air currents suddenly stopped blowing as he caught a glimpse of a flash of while and blue amongst the greenery and foliage of the forest he was at the foot at, He know where he was, but he could never figure out why this woman would not tell him her name or why she resided in his mind until he came to a realization. This woman was the embodiment of his Zanpakutou... The silver haired man on the outside looked as if he was put into auto pilot whilst the mind of Saitou was wandering the inner world following a trail of paw prints and human foot steps until he reached the clearing an a voice as smooth as silk, but as menacing as a poison rang clear through his mind. "Call My Name" was all that the woman said before Saitou looked at the now appearing form of a maiden garbed in white. Her coal black eyes looking right at him with a stare that was as terrifying as it was mesmerizing He could only look at her with the same stupid expression he first had when she asked him of this. But Finally he knew... suddenly the name came to him like an old song finally remembered. Without further ado he was thrust back into the world of reality as he finally called the name of his sword. "Kirameki, Kādogēmu" The sword dissipated into ash and the opponent had breathed much of the ash in when he finally collapsed. His Taichou looked intrigued by the sudden ash cloud that had formed before it disappeared and reformed into the sword again.

He watched his taichou Shunpo down and merely grin as Saitou looked stupidly at the collapsed body of his opponent. "Congrats yer a fifth seat now." Saitou then looked up at his taichou and then back at his opponent. "Oh an' don' worry yerself, he’s just drained of reiatsu" Saitou merely blinked and looked at his blade in complete confusion before the familiar female voice ran in his mind, "Congratulations, You reached shikai Saitou." So now it made sense.. or at least a little sense. The man suddenly grinned a little and then began his walk back to the division now carrying a rank with him. Now You could say in battle, never use the same strategy twice... But Saitou was fond of gathering as much information as he could on the next seat he aimed for, which was that of the third seat. His Taichou knew the strategy that Saitou had planned out and noted that was a natural talent of those in the third division. So Despite his records from the academy about his impeccable Kidou skills, he would transfer the young man if he gained the rank he was looking for now. It was also at this time when another major change was in the works. The twelfth division taichou had been promoted to the zero division. And He often noted that whenever his taichou took a trip over there to see how the new taichou was fairing he would always come back with a bloody and probably broken nose. It was really something That Saitou found amusing as the months went by and He kept fighting with the Third seat and extremely prolonged training sessions that required him to use Kidou. The Taichou would often be there to observe the sessions as he took great interest in this man that had jumped from nothing to a fifth seat. Yeah, The academy was right, that his kidou skills were very good. And finally he watched his third seat get bound and dropped to the ground by a smartly used Bakudou. Sweat dripped from Saitous form as he looked back to his taichou and within the next day he had been moved to the third divisions third seat.

Change, was it good? Saitou didn't know. The man sat in the third division now conversing with his taichou Saitou was well suited for the rank he had, seeing as he had a natural talent for gathering information on suspicious figures in soul society.. He had more intellect than much else. Though his skills in kidou and Zanjutsu were amazing he wasn't at all good at hand to hand combat. And That was his main problem. The Man Resided within the third division constantly carrying out missions without question. He was known as the "Loyal Dog of the Third Division" for a while. The years passed and Finally it dawned upon the man as he was sent out on a mission with a close friend. He wanted to reach bankai.. Whilst the two were out on this mission a gang of hollow of all size and species had appeared in Karakura. As If something or Someone baited them here. Immediately knowing what to do he and his friend went to work dispatching the hollows one by one. But it was as if the masses of hollow were unending and they were just cutting through nothing. The fight lasted a while until the two were reaching the ends of their lines. When suddenly a bigger reiatsu than any of the hollows came into the fray. Immediately it was as if the hollows backed off as one enormous hollow appeared. His Friend Immediately charged the hollow without any thought as he began to fight it. Saitou could only stand in shock. his friend was from another division.. the division of fight lovers. And to watch him just lose all sense of sanity just so he could defeat this one opponent there, was a little more than traumatizing. The fight continued until a cry of pain was emitted from his friend. he looked to see his comrade impaled on the hollows claws. Until he went limp and the Zanpakutou he carried was dropped and the hollow dropped the shinigami it had killed and went off to find something more fun to fight.. or so Saitou thought. In The dying moments of his friend he was then given the sword he had used as a memento of this day and how His closest friend gave his life to keep Karakura safe.

But For this man, this was only the first of the tragedies that day. The hollow came back and then proceeded to fight Saitou thinking he would be a much better fight. Saitou using only the kidou he knew to bind the hollow so he could kill it was all he could think of. He didn't care about the openings he left until an immense pain shot through him. A huge rope like cut had now taken place across his back. But suddenly before he thought about giving up a voice shot through his mind. "Dont You DARE think of giving up. This will make your friends death in vain. Dont you think of dying" Saitou groaned in pain and then forced himself not to pass out. With whatever power he had left he cast the binding kidou that caused the hollow to fall to the ground with a loud crash. After that Saitou used his blade and slashed the hollows mask through and then passed out. The Twelfth division seeing the reiatsu signatures disappear from the tracker, sent out a request for a medical team to be dispatched to the area along with a few shinigami. The 1st division approved the request and so they found Saitou crumpled in a heap holding onto life with whatever strength he had. They pronounced his friend dead and Saitou in critical condition due to the blood loss.. and the fact that a few nerves in his back were severed.. which mean Saitou might never walk again. The Silver haired male didn't really know how he ended up alive after that mess, but all he knew was that he had to thank his sword for whatever it was she did to keep him alive throughout the battle.

When Saitou did wake up, he was hooked up to all kinds of machines. What he didn't know is whist he had been asleep a far bigger tragedy had struck soul society. 8 Shinigami of either taichou or fukutaichou rank had disappeared from soul society. What he didn't know is that one of those taichou was his own taichou. The man stayed in bed for a while. Often having the extensive wound n his back checked for any sign of infection. Luckily Saitou had no signs of infection with the wound.. but there was a big question that needed to be answered. Would he walk again? Would he be able to serve the Gotei 13? Saitou was about to find out. After having said that he didn't need any of the machines for him to stay alive they unhooked all but the IV in his arm. Saitou Stood up for a bout a few seconds and the needed to use whatever he could find as a cane to make sure he could stand stably, The Taichou of the fourth Came in and talked to Saitou about how it would be a long while before he would be able to walk again. The Man knew this and decided to take a leave from the Gotei to teach at the academy. That is after long hard month of learning to walk again.

Once he got back on his feet he was suddenly struck that he should also stay with the Gotei to help protect the squads so letting teaching be his main duty, the former third seat took up residence now in the academy becoming one of the newest teachers with the more or less non traditional teaching style known to the academy. But he was always on call and ready to help his squad whenever they needed extra people for a mission and such. But teaching seemed to be a passion that not many people saw him with. Years and Years Passed and he taught many students, but nothing could have prepared anyone for what had happened the fateful day a former friend was to be executed. Souske Aizen, and his two cohorts, all left soul society to ally with the most disgusting race that existed, the hollows. Saitou wasn't exactly shocked. Not at all, In fact he was more disgusted and angry than anything. Now his former division was probably running rampant in panic, because they had no leader to tell them what to do.

Then The appearance of the negated souls was another whole thing for this man. He never faced one in battle, but he had heard of the gruesome tales of how the supposed leader of the Negated defeated a fukutaichou and her comrade without any difficulty. He himself felt helpless that he couldn't even try and help defend soul society. He was stuck here teaching. This was one of the few times where Saitou had to leave the academy to figure out what the hell was going on with these supposed negated. Only Gaining bits and pieces of information Saitou became frustrated and finally one day saw one of the negated appear in Rukongai. That was all he needed to see to know he needed to step up in his teaching regimes. Now also adding in tips to keep yourself alive even if the opponent is much stronger than you. Only using his knowledge from that accident those many years prior to this day he passed on everything he knew to the students of that year.

Currently nowadays he is a rogue shinigami captain who at the moment wants nothing to do with the shinigami or the gotei 13.

describe the past events of your character. Should be at least 2 paragraphs. Include things like human life and death, time in rukongai, the academy, and gotei 13, etc.

RP SAMPLE:It had been one year to the day since his graduation from the academy, and Jubei was spending his free time in deep meditation in South Rukon's seventieth district. He found that simply the presence of a soul reaper, rookie or veteran, seemed to bring the violence in the area down. He often makes special trips like this to the more violent districts of Rukon, hoping to bring as much peace to the innocent souls as he possibly can.



A young boy sat five feet in front of Jubei, trying to mimic his every movement; although he was in deep meditation and did not have his eyes open, Jubei could feel his presence. The boy continued to mimic Jubei, even going so far as to squint his eyes and barely peak through, so as to keep an eye on the soul reaper to make sure he was doing everything right. As Jubei sat completely still in his meditative state, the boy eventually gave up, and just stared at Jubei, waiting for him to be finished. As the boy yawned, Jubei reached out extremely fast and grabbed the boys hand gently, badly startling him. As the boy's face twisted in shock, Jubei simply smiled and said, "You should go inside now young man, I hear your mother calling you." And with that, Jubei let go of the boy's hand, softly patted him on the head, and left immediately to investigate the spiritual pressure that had just appeared.



After reaching the seventy-eighth district of South Rukon, Jubei set eyes upon the owner of the spiritual pressure he felt. A twelve foot tall hollow with four arms stood before him. The hollow's oval shaped white mask was a grim visage to behold, its glowing red eyes now focusing on Jubei. As the hollow turned and faced the soul reaper, a deep laugh echoed off of the walls of nearby buildings.

give us an example of how you usually post. The detail put into this will be one of the deciding factors for which class/level you receive.

If you already have an approved character of a higher rank and are going for a rank below what you already have, you may link to that characters app to reference the RP sample you did for them as opposed to writing out a whole new one.

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