272 Chapter 230 - An old tale.
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[The Tale of The Blind King.]
In ancient times, before the world found a semblance of stability, there existed a group of humans with unparalleled spiritual prowess, known as the Quincies, and amidst them stood one, destined for greatness and burdened with prophecy – Yhwach.
Yhwach was not an ordinary being; he was born without sight, speech, or the ability to move. Yet, his power was evident from the moment of his birth. Anyone who touched him was healed of their maladies.
However, this gift came at a cost. With each touch, Yhwach would inherit a fragment of that individual's soul. Upon their death, that fragment, along with all the individual's experiences and abilities, would return to him, making him stronger.
With time, Yhwach's influence grew. He could bestow parts of his soul to others, granting them power and purpose. These recipients were known as the Sternritter, the elite warriors of the Quincies. With them at his side, Yhwach aimed to reshape the world according to his vision.
To end the cycle of birth, death and rebirth.
But his rise to power was no mere ambition. Prophecy spoke of a child born in darkness, one who would bridge the worlds of the living and the dead, bringing order and unification.
Yhwach believed himself to be this child. It was his destiny to merge the realms, ending the cycle of life and death.
As Yhwach's power grew, so did his desire to fulfill this prophecy he had foresaw. He waged war against the Soul Society, seeking to obliterate it and create a singular unified world.
The battles were fierce, with losses on both sides, but Yhwach's might was unparalleled.
Yet, every tale of power has its twists. Unknown to Yhwach, the very fragments of souls he had bestowed carried seeds of rebellion. Not all were content under his rule, and in the shadows, a resistance was brewing.
It was during the pinnacle of his campaign against the Soul Society that Yhwach failed to see his own hubris, allowing Ichibei to seal his sight, his greatest power.
From there, it didn't take long for everything he had built to crumble back to the darkness he came from.
A group of Shinigami, backed by some Quincy defectors, fought the weakened Yhwach, and there the King of Quincy faced his downfall.
Many thought him to be dead.
But legends never truly fade.
The Prophecy of the Sealed King's Return
In the hallowed halls of ancient scrolls and scriptures, where whispers of past events echoed with truths, there lay a prophecy, cloaked in mystery, awaiting the dawn of a new age. It spoke of the Sealed King of the Quincy, Yhwach, and his inevitable return:
When the world has turned nine hundred times around the sun,
The Sealed King's heart, cold and still, shall beat once more.
A rhythm lost to time; its cadence will mark the beginning of his awakening.
When the world has witnessed nine decades pass since the heartbeat's resurgence,
The King's mind, once a vast expanse of void, shall stir with thoughts anew.
Intellect, sharp and clear, will pierce through the fog of forgetfulness.
And when the short span of nine years dwindles after intellect's rebirth,
Might and magic, dormant within, will surge like a tempestuous storm.
The Sealed King's power, boundless and fierce, will be reclaimed in its entirety.
Woe to those who stand against his wrath, against his path,
For the Sealed King of the Quincy, once awoken, will seek to reshape the world's path, into a new era.
Whispers of this prophecy traveled through the realms, igniting fear and awe. And while many believed it to be mere tales of old, there were those who prepared, for the signs foretold were undeniable.
The return of the Sealed King was not a question of if, but when.
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[Adam C. POV.]
I had a hard time processing what I had just been told.
I knew very well my existence was one shrouded in mysteries. I had died, just to open my eyes in this world.
I never once humored the possibility of being related to the… Soul King, not that I knew much of him to begin with.
Had it been the Soul King, the one who gave me a second chance at life?
Or was the one behind my rebirth the reason I was connected to the Soul King at all?
I didn't know what to think.
Or what this would mean for me.
Based on what Urahara had shared with me about the Soul King, and my supposed brother; Yhwach, I had reason to believe… The King of The Quincy would return.
The Sealed King of the Quincy, after 900 years, he shall recover his heartbeat. After 90 years, he shall recover his intellect. After nine years, he shall recover his power, and over nine days, he shall recover the world.
Going by that prophecy alone, I had a strong feeling the Soul Society hadn't seen the last of him, something Urahara had pretty much confirmed without saying anything.
I sighed.
If the prophecy was true, I would have to face him. If anything to keep my world safe from him.
The Funny thing was… it wasn't him the only one I had to be wary of.
Urahara had shared a lot of things. Things that honestly, made me feel little more than disgusted.
It seemed my chapter with the Soul Society was far from over.
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In a time long before memory, where myths and reality intertwined, there existed a being of unparalleled power: the Soul King. A deity who held dominion over the souls of both the living and the departed, the Soul King's reign was absolute. His power was said to balance the realms, keeping the worlds of the living, the dead, and the in-between in harmony.
Yet, power, as it often does, draws envy and fear. The Noble Families, powerful beings in their own right, grew wary of the Soul King's uncontested dominion over the spiritual realms. They believed that such power should be distributed, controlled, and not left in the hands of a single entity, no matter how benevolent.
They believed that they could bring order into the world, something they thought the Soul King would never bring.
The Noble Families and The First Monk, Ichibei, conspired to seal the Soul King away. They devised a plan that would tap into Ichibei's unique abilities and the collective strength of the Noble Families. However, unbeknownst to them, the Soul King had already foreseen this event, years before it happened.
When the day of reckoning arrived, the Soul King did not resist. He allowed the Noble Families and Ichibei to enact their plan. With ancient incantations and rituals that tapped into the very fabric of the universe, they bound the Soul King, sealing his power and essence.
Sadly, this story didn't end here.
Most of the noble families, save for the Shiba Clan, who had come to regret their involvement, believed, in their hubris, that they could harness the Soul King's vast power for themselves.
Greed and desire clouded their judgment as they mutilated the mighty being, taking his heart, brain, legs, and arms. They believed that by fragmenting the Soul King, they could prevent his reawakening, and harness some of his power.
But such power, even when divided, couldn't be contained or diminished, not forever at least. Each fragment of the Soul King became sentient in time, morphing into unique beings with time, each holding a fraction of the Soul King's immense power and purpose.
His brain. Imagination, embodying creativity and potentiality.
His Heart. Miracles, symbolizing hope and the extraordinary.
His Left Hand. Evolution, driving change and progress.
His Right Hand. Stagnation, ensuring that things maintain their current course.
His Right Leg. Judgment, a testament to the immutable laws of the universe. It stands for the consequences one faces for their actions, the balance of right and wrong, and the unwavering rules that dictate this.
His Left Leg. Mercy, signifying compassion, understanding, and forgiveness. Even in a world where actions have consequences, there is always room for leniency, for a second chance.
At the time, the noble families didn't think their plan would backfire, or fail. They thought they had won.
Little did they realize that the Soul King's willing submission was a part of a larger, more intricate design, one that spanned eons and had ramifications beyond their understanding.
