Bleach Hereafter RPG

The long night of celebration in honour of the Captain of the 13th Division eventually came to an end, with the stars and the moon giving up their borrowed light from the sun, and the ball of light slowly reclaiming its glory for another day.

First, its hands stretching from the horizon, eventually overcoming the shadows in the forest, illuminating perhaps even the darkest and most hideous places. It was as if a new hope had truly been birthed. Maybe it was just an illusion, perhaps, a make-believe. Only time would really be able to tell.

It was not that the former Captain had been irresponsible or neglecting his duties. He was in fact, amongst the diligent. However, his health was not something to be taken lightly, even his subordinates felt pitiful of the condition of the hardworking man.

As such it was quite a relief for them that someone youthful and vigorous would take his place. More so, they were happy that their beloved captain would finally focus on his recovery, even a slow one.

In other news, the light struck past the translucent curtains of the Vice-Captain’s room, irritating his sensitive eyes, and waking him up from his slumber.

Hyakuji groaned in discomfort, not because of the early morning greeting of the sun, rather, the hangover from his drunkenness last night.

The man was known to be a terrible drinker amongst his closest colleagues, but last night, he was not with them, or so he thought… and so, as the long-haired death god shot up from his bed, he tried to remember everything that happened, though the only thing he could take a mental note of was his time with Maria.

He could only hope he didn't do anything careless in his inebriated state, or that, he was no longer with her when he got himself intoxicated.

Well, that’s something to worry about for another time.

For now, he had to get ready as he moved one step closer to finally achieving his dream for his beloved he just lost recently.

In all honesty, it was quite difficult to move and continue performing his duties, let alone take a bigger responsibility of handling an entire division, where he barely knew anyone nor learned of the ropes of how things were done in this department. And yet, he could not show any frailties, even the slightest of pain through whatever manner.

He had to collect himself, and act as if nothing had crippled his seemingly firm and strong heart. On the inside, he was slowly breaking apart, having lost his lover for the nth time. Perhaps it was best to let go of such feelings, though he knew it would be hard.
Making himself busy and distracted with the duties and responsibilities of Captainship was the only solution he could think of.

After getting rid of the last trace of alcohol, and whatever hint that might indicate he had been drunk last night, he’d hurriedly leave his room, heading to the First Division Meeting Hall.

Here, he would meet his new colleagues, a set of leaders most death gods esteemed and had high regard for.

This would be the first step of fulfilling his vow.

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