After fighting all his life, he still cannot escape death in the end. To defend that peaceful place in his heart, he charges forward without hesitation!
His feelings burned like a raging fire, never fading even as he fought to the death.
Beneath his imposing exterior, who could see the exhaustion in his heart?
And who could guess everything he felt from his rigid silhouette?
O blade that has accompanied me all my life, my truest friend, let us fight for the Soul Society for a thousand years!
P.S. Ahem, the above is just my admiration for Old Man Yama. I couldn't come up with a good blurb, so... uh, I used Old Man Yama as a shield and drew some fire while I was at it. Hopefully I won't get cut down and burned to ash... *wipes sweat*
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
