Blade Eater Soul

There is never any light in the mud of Rukongai. I stepped over the corpses and crawled out of Area 78, with the blood of innocents on my fingertips, and only the desire to become stronger in my eyes. The rules of Soul Society? Justice for the Gotei 13? It's just a fig leaf for the weak. In this world of the God of Death, I want to hold on to my Zanpakutō tightly and hold everyone's life and death in the palm of my hand. Indiscriminate killing? It's just cleaning up the ants blocking the road. Calculating? Just to step on stronger shoulders. When the cold light of the Zanpakutō splits the sky over the Seireitei, the Gotei 13 will understand that the evil spirits crawling out of Rukongai are never here to abide by the rules——