1 A Second Chance You Say.?

To all future readers out there, I have to be straight with you: Season 1 isn't my best work. I've been advising a lot of new readers to skip it. But if you're wondering whether you should wait for the rewrite, I'd say start reading from Season 2 or The Akame Ga Kill arc instead.

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In the aftermath of the climactic battle between Ichigo Kurosaki and Yhwach, the once mighty Quincy King found himself in a state of limbo. Time seemed to stand still, and the fabric of reality appeared as an unending void. It was neither the realm of the living nor the realm of the dead – a space that defied the laws of existence.

Gradually, Yhwach regained awareness, his senses awakening to the emptiness that surrounded him. The remnants of the battle, the clash of spiritual energies, and the echoes of his defeat lingered in the abyss. The echoes, however, were soon replaced by a voice – ancient and resonant, a voice that transcended the boundaries of space and time.

Yhwach: Soul King, Is this the end, or do you have another role for me to play?

 Yhwach spoke, his voice echoing through the void.

The darkness seemed to respond with a subtle vibration, and before Yhwach materialized the figure of the Soul King – Reio.

Soul King: You sought to end the cycle, Yhwach, but the threads of fate have different plans for you, You are given a second chance, an opportunity for redemption.

the Soul King intoned, his form indistinct against the infinite void.

Yhwach, still shrouded in the echoes of his recent defeat, stood in the presence of the Soul King. The ancient voice resonated through the emptiness, carrying the weight of eons and the wisdom of a being that transcended the mortal coil.

Yhwach: Redemption, you say? What purpose lies in granting me a second chance?

Soul King: The tapestry of fate is intricate, Yhwach, and your role within it is far from concluded. The cycle you sought to break holds deeper complexities, and in this new realm, you shall navigate the threads of redemption.

The Soul King extended an ethereal hand once more, and Yhwach felt the pull of forces guiding him. The void twisted and contorted, giving birth to a new realm—a world mired in chaos, where the living struggled against the tides of the undead.

As Yhwach emerged from the formless expanse, he found himself standing in the heart of a dense forest. The air was thick with an eerie stillness, and the surroundings held an otherworldly tranquility. Adjusting his attire with a composed demeanor, Yhwach surveyed the mystical woods.

The voice of the Soul King echoed in his mind, a lingering guide in this newfound reality.

Soul King: Embrace this second chance, Yhwach. Seek the redemption that eluded you in your pursuit of dominion. The echoes of your actions will resonate in this world of shadows.

With a measured resolve, Yhwach stepped out of the forest, leaving the tranquility behind. The desolate streets of Macon stretched before him

Walkers, once living beings, roamed aimlessly, their existence a twisted mockery of life. Yhwach, seemingly unfazed, walked among them with deliberate steps. As walkers lurched toward him, he dispatched them with his blade.

The Soul King's decree echoed in Yhwach's thoughts, and with each measured stride, he questioned the purpose of this second chance. Redemption, a concept alien to a ruler of worlds, now beckoned him to confront the shadows of his own legacy.

Yhwach: Father, what redemption can be found in a world plagued by the echoes of an apocalypse?

The streets whispered tales of survival, regrets, and the remnants of a civilization that crumbled. The weight of the Soul King's judgment pressed upon him, a reminder that even the mightiest could be humbled.

His journey through the silent streets became a contemplative exploration of this new reality. The survivors, shackled by the chains of their own pasts, mirrored the balance of souls. Yhwach, The Quincy King now bound by the Soul King's decree, pondered how he could guide them toward redemption.

Yhwach: In this world of shadows, perhaps I can find the light of redemption not only for myself but for those who wander lost in the echoes of the apocalypse.

Yhwach continued walking through the desolate streets of Macon, the shattered remnants of a once-thriving city bearing witness to the unforgiving nature of the world he now inhabited. Destroyed cars lined the streets, and the echoes of the past lingered in the form of lifeless bodies scattered around.

As he moved forward, Yhwach approached a drug store. Its windows were shattered, and the door was partially broken and stuck. Unperturbed, Yhwach exerted his strength, forcing the door open. The interior revealed a scene of chaos, with scattered medical supplies and food hanging from the shelves and strewn across the floor.

Yhwach, with an air of determination, began gathering the supplies.

Yhwach: In these remnants of civilization, redemption takes on a new meaning. A chance for both myself and those burdened by the weight of their past.

After efficiently collecting the useful supplies, Yhwach turned to leave the drug store. A sudden movement caught his attention – a walker, its decaying form slowly approaching him. Yhwach, with swift precision, dispatched the creature. The walker turned out to be Doug.

Yhwach, now holding the gathered supplies, stepped outside, the moon casting an ethereal glow over the broken city. The silent night held a stillness that contrasted with the turmoil within Yhwach's thoughts.

Yhwach: Even in this world of shadows, the moon remains unchanged. A symbol of continuity amid chaos.

Yhwach left the drug store, carrying the gathered supplies as he ventured further into the desolate city. Following a road, he sensed the lingering spiritual pressure of survivors who had recently left the area. Deciding to follow the Spiritual energy remaining, Yhwach walked with purpose, his footsteps echoing through the quiet streets.

As he traversed the city, Yhwach pondered the nature of the survivors he might encounter – whether they were good, bad, or neutral. The apocalypse had reshaped humanity, and Yhwach found himself navigating a world where the lines between right and wrong were blurred.

After a while, he arrived at a motor inn, a potential haven in this world of chaos. Suddenly, a gunshot pierced the silence, signaling Yhwach to halt. Understanding the need for caution, he stopped in his tracks and carefully dropped the supplies he carried, a gesture intended to convey his peaceful intentions.

Lilly, the one who had fired the gunshot Told Lee to go what this stranger wants with Lee cautiously approaching Yhwach, questioning his identity and purpose. The group, consisting of Kenny, Clementine, and others, eyed Yhwach with suspicion, uncertain of his intentions in this post-apocalyptic world.

Lee: Who are you, and what do you want? Are you friendly?

Yhwach: My name is Yhwach. I seek a group to join in this world of shadows, where survival is paramount.

Lee: We can't just trust anyone wandering in. What's your story, Yhwach?

Kenny, known for his protective nature, spoke up with a stern tone.

Kenny: We've been through a lot, and we don't need more trouble. What makes you think you won't be a liability?

Clementine, observing the situation with a watchful eye, remained silent but alert, ready to assess Yhwach based on his responses and actions.

Yhwach: I understand your caution. The world has changed, and in this new reality, we must navigate its challenges together. I carry no ill intentions.

Lee narrowed his eyes, still uncertain about Yhwach's intentions. He took a step forward, maintaining a cautious demeanor.

Lee: You walk through a world filled with walkers and carry a blade. What are your skills? What can you bring to our group?

Yhwach, understanding the need to prove himself, responded with a calm and measured tone.

Yhwach: In my past life, I was a ruler of worlds, a Quincy King with formidable abilities. However, those powers are currently sealed. Despite that, I possess strategic knowledge honed over centuries. I can offer guidance and protection based on experiences that transcend the challenges of this post-apocalyptic world.

The group exchanged skeptical glances, unsure of how to process Yhwach's extraordinary claims. Kenny, never one to mince words, scoffed.

Kenny squinted at Yhwach, disbelief etched across his face. He scratched his head, looking at Lee with a raised eyebrow.

Kenny: "Ruler of worlds"? Really? Lee, you buying into this sci-fi nonsense?

Lee maintained a skeptical expression, crossing his arms.

Lee: Look, I've seen a lot of crazy stuff since this whole mess started, but claiming to be a ruler of worlds is a new one. What's the real story here?

Clementine, standing slightly behind Lee, observed Yhwach with a mix of curiosity and wariness. She tugged at Lee's sleeve, her voice soft but curious.

Clementine: Lee, is he really a ruler of worlds? That sounds like a story from those comic books.

Lee knelt down to Clementine's eye level, his expression serious.

Lee: Clem, we don't know what to make of this guy yet. We're just being careful. Trust is earned, not given.

Clementine nodded, seemingly satisfied with Lee's response. 

Lee shot a questioning look at Lilly, who had fired the gunshot earlier. She stood with her arms crossed, her expression reflecting the group's collective skepticism.

Lee: What do you think, Lilly? You're usually the one with the itchy trigger finger.

Lilly eyed Yhwach warily.

Lilly: I don't trust him. We can't afford to bring in anyone who's going to jeopardize the safety of the group.

Yhwach, understanding the gravity of their doubts, decided to take a different approach.

Yhwach: I may not be able to prove my past claims at the moment, but actions speak louder than words. Let me prove my worth.

Yhwach's eyes held a determined glint, and he offered a sincere yet confident gaze to the group. Despite their skepticism, he seemed earnest in his desire to contribute.

Lee: Alright, Yhwach. We're going to give you a chance. But one wrong move, and you're out.

Kenny grunted in disapproval, shaking his head.

Kenny: Lee, this is a mistake. We can't afford to risk the safety of the group.

Lilly, arms still crossed, chimed in with agreement.

Lilly: I'm with Kenny on this one. We should toss him out to the walkers before he becomes a problem.

Lee, however, held up his hand, signaling for them to wait.

Lee: We don't know for sure. Let's see what he can do. We'll keep an eye on him.

Lilly crossed her arms and spoke up, suggesting a vote among the group.

Lilly: Lee, we should have a vote. Majority rules. We can't afford to make decisions like this without everyone's input.

Kenny, still grumbling, nodded in agreement with Lilly.

Kenny: She's right, Lee. We need to make sure everyone's on board.

Lee sighed, realizing the necessity of consensus in a group struggling for survival.

Lee: Fine, let's have a vote. But remember, we've got to stick together. We can't afford division.

The group returned to where Yhwach patiently waited. Lee addressed him.

Lee: Yhwach, we're going to have a vote among the group. Just wait here for a moment.

Yhwach nodded, acknowledging the group's decision.

Larry, still irritable from being woken up, grumbled as he joined the group.

Larry: Why the hell did you have to wake me up? I was having a wonderful dream.

Lee quickly filled everyone in on the newcomer, Yhwach, and the decision they needed to make. Lilly took charge of the situation.

Lilly: Alright, we need to vote. All in favor of letting Yhwach stay, raise your hand.

Larry, not a fan of newcomers, immediately voiced his dissent.

Larry: This is ridiculous. We don't know anything about this guy. We can't just let anyone waltz in here.

Carley, ever the voice of reason, spoke up.

Carley: Larry has a point, but we should hear everyone out. What if Yhwach has something valuable to offer?

Lilly, wanting a clear decision, pressed the issue.

Lilly: We need to make a decision. All in favor of Yhwach staying?

Katjaa, showing some compassion, raised her hand.

Katjaa: He said he has medical supplies. that's something we can't ignore. I vote he stays.

Kenny, listening to his wife's reasoning, nodded in agreement.

Kenny: Katjaa's right. We need all the help we can get.

Duck, ever curious, asked if he could vote, with Katjaa gently explaining that he was too young.

Clementine, eager to contribute, asked the same, with Lee giving a similar response.

Lee: Sorry, you two. You're still a bit too young for voting. Why don't you go play or draw something?

The kids went off to entertain themselves as the group continued their discussion.

Carley voiced her disagreement.

Carley: I'm not sure about this. We're taking a big risk.

Lee, looking at the divided group, sighed.

Lee: Alright, it's a tie. Let me talk to Yhwach and see what he's offering.

Larry, seemingly swayed by the potential supplies, changed his vote.

Larry: Fine, if he's got medical stuff, maybe he's useful. I vote he stays.

With Larry's change of heart, the votes now leaned in favor of Yhwach staying. Lee returned to Yhwach to deliver the news.

Lee: Yhwach, the votes were tied, but Larry changed his mind. You're staying. Welcome to the group.

Yhwach, grateful for the chance, nodded.

Yhwach: Thank you for this opportunity.