Man of Japanese origin was brought to the world with laughter, just minutes later, the laughter turned hollow and hours beyond, he had forgotten why it was funny: It was the first and last time he had laughed. His smile was replaced with indifference, not that it should bother you.
Loitered in Sabitsura, he didn't spend too much time living among the villagers for he found himself on the trodden path towards Seireitei. In the Academy where he named himself Kazuki and refused to provide a family name. Sword-play, Kidou, Hakuda all of which he did not excel at. 'A perfectly plain individual,' a teacher remarked. Though his ability to soak in information at a frightening pace merit a hushed comment.
Never mind. Graduated seven years later, soon he'll partake in a baptism of fire. The Great Famine awashed the Northern Europe, snuffing humanity's life, drip by drip and with it, a feast of souls. He had made friends, but not by his own doing. 'Keep your expectations low and you'll never be disappointed,' he remarked. Shame he was right all the time. Began in the eleventh squad as a faceless goon, but his comrades slowly noticed him as he returned to the same spot, quietly eating his rightful meal.
It was later discovered that it was his ability to soak in information that kept him alive. Endless stream of resources wafed into his ears like hot steam from rice as he ate. At the end of the Great Famine in Northern Europe, all of his friends perished. He had forgotten their faces, but remembered their names.
His former teacher asked him how he survived when his friends did not? 'Ambition,' he immediately rebut.
A decade before present day, Kazuki was discovered by twelveth squad for his resourcefulness and ability to craft crude yet effective traps during his time in the living world. He accepted, discovering that their roles in Research and Development placed him further away from conflict and demanded less of his physical prowess.
Now a newly fifth seated member of division twelve, Kazuki leads the way in attempting to keep freshly graduated shinigami to their death with a simple booklet of hollows and improved tools to supplement their survival on their trip to the cold world.
Loitered in Sabitsura, he didn't spend too much time living among the villagers for he found himself on the trodden path towards Seireitei. In the Academy where he named himself Kazuki and refused to provide a family name. Sword-play, Kidou, Hakuda all of which he did not excel at. 'A perfectly plain individual,' a teacher remarked. Though his ability to soak in information at a frightening pace merit a hushed comment.
Never mind. Graduated seven years later, soon he'll partake in a baptism of fire. The Great Famine awashed the Northern Europe, snuffing humanity's life, drip by drip and with it, a feast of souls. He had made friends, but not by his own doing. 'Keep your expectations low and you'll never be disappointed,' he remarked. Shame he was right all the time. Began in the eleventh squad as a faceless goon, but his comrades slowly noticed him as he returned to the same spot, quietly eating his rightful meal.
It was later discovered that it was his ability to soak in information that kept him alive. Endless stream of resources wafed into his ears like hot steam from rice as he ate. At the end of the Great Famine in Northern Europe, all of his friends perished. He had forgotten their faces, but remembered their names.
His former teacher asked him how he survived when his friends did not? 'Ambition,' he immediately rebut.
A decade before present day, Kazuki was discovered by twelveth squad for his resourcefulness and ability to craft crude yet effective traps during his time in the living world. He accepted, discovering that their roles in Research and Development placed him further away from conflict and demanded less of his physical prowess.
Now a newly fifth seated member of division twelve, Kazuki leads the way in attempting to keep freshly graduated shinigami to their death with a simple booklet of hollows and improved tools to supplement their survival on their trip to the cold world.
He is a man with low expectations but high ambitions. He waltzed into the academy, failed to impress the teachers, made friends and graduated. Now his friends perished during the Great Famine, teachers questioning ability to survive and transferred to twelveth division for his intelligence.
Kazuki liked to think of himself as a good listener, granted the dialogue kept him interested but he's a quick man to scowl and berate if he doesn't like what he's hearing. He doesn't care much for others, he felt it was an obligation and duty to maintain their best chances of survival. Friendship was largely in his mind, a kindred spirit was hard to come by and with the face of soul society constantly shifting every passing day, loneliness took root within him.
While he had been providing perishable tools like flash, smoke bombs and traps on top of releasing a book called 'surviving under grave circumstances'. Kazuki had driven himself to create something that could no longer send fresh faced shinigami to their uncertain death.
Kazuki liked to think of himself as a good listener, granted the dialogue kept him interested but he's a quick man to scowl and berate if he doesn't like what he's hearing. He doesn't care much for others, he felt it was an obligation and duty to maintain their best chances of survival. Friendship was largely in his mind, a kindred spirit was hard to come by and with the face of soul society constantly shifting every passing day, loneliness took root within him.
While he had been providing perishable tools like flash, smoke bombs and traps on top of releasing a book called 'surviving under grave circumstances'. Kazuki had driven himself to create something that could no longer send fresh faced shinigami to their uncertain death.
I wanted to write his small snippet to give you some idea of what he is:
Barely a century in service for the Seireitei, Kazuki considers himself a veteran. The ambitious man, driven to live ever since he found himself in the wilderness of Sabitsura. He joined Seireitei and with his charisma, he became a popular man. With poor combative skills, his leadership, strategic mind and wily use of traps and tools he crafted, Kazuki was ready to brave the living world.
If only. The Great Famine took a lot of him, most of which irreparable. Despite his improved combative skills and wily use of traps, he could only save himself and watched his friends die. Refusing to break, he shelves his grief and soldiers on.
The use of his invention caught the eyes of 12th division and successfully persuaded him to transfer, but continued to help the 11th and other divisions with opportunities to increase their survivability during dire times - even as far as resorting to using his new found knowledge to provide them experimental drugs - anything to quell the death rate of Shinigami.
Kazuki is a shadow of his former self. Traumatised from the events of The Great Famine, he chose to lock away his grief and loss and focus to combat any further loss of life. He is ambitious, wanting his comrades to not only live, but succeed rather than allowing himself to succeed.
His famed stoiciness and honesty hides as much of his unethical and immoral behaviour, going as far to be evasive with his words while injecting untested drugs: 'you must survive,' his words. Uncertain how the drugs react until they return or they don't.
His relationship with his Zanpakutou spirit is one sided at best, Kazuki made little attempt to make any response, focusing only on his work. 'Stop, listen,' were the unknown spirit's first words.
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