Duties of Shin-no-gami
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Sunlight streamed through the windows of the Shin'o Academy, casting golden rays across the room. A gentle hum of chatter filled the air as students filed in, taking their seats for the day's lessons. Among them was Kazuki, his silver hair glinting in the sun, his sky-blue eyes filled with a quiet determination. He had always felt a sense of calm here, a sense of purpose that solidified his resolve.
Seated next to him, Isane Kotetsu was already engrossed in a book, her brows knitted in concentration. The slender, silver-haired girl was the epitome of dedication, her unwavering focus a testament to her commitment towards her studies. She was a constant source of inspiration for Kazuki, her dedication rubbing off on him. Their friendship had blossomed over shared study sessions and a mutual respect for one another's perseverance.
"Good morning, Kazuki," she greeted without looking up from her book, a smile evident in her tone.
"Morning, Isane," Kazuki replied, his own voice holding a hint of amusement at her undivided attention towards her book.
A flood of light broke through the large oak door as it creaked open, catching the attention of every student in the room. A lithe figure strolled in, her dark skin radiant under the sunlight, her golden eyes twinkling with a playful mischief. Her name was Yoruichi, and her entrance was as magnetic as her personality.
"Late as always, Yoruichi," Kazuki chuckled, his sky-blue eyes flashing with mirth. He made room for her to sit next to him. Their eyes met and the world around them seemed to quieten, if only for a moment.
"Wouldn't want you to get bored waiting, Kazuki," Yoruichi shot back with a smirk, before settling down on the bench.
Just as the door closed behind Yoruichi, it opened again to reveal Lisa, her eyes hidden behind a manga she was reading as she strolled in. She looked up only when she reached the bench and slumped down next to Isane. A silent nod of acknowledgment passed between them.
As more students filed into the room, Kazuki picked out familiar faces among them - Aizen with his inscrutable gaze, Urahara hidden beneath falling bangs, Hiyori with her fiery demeanor, Kensei with his imposing stature, and the ever-energetic Mashiro.
His observations were cut short by the entrance of Master Tsumoto, a stern figure who commanded respect and fear in equal measures. The room fell silent instantly, the whispers of the students dying down to an echoing quiet. A man who wore his years like armor and carried the wisdom of countless battles in his gaze, he was not one to be trifled with.
"Let's begin," Master Tsumoto's voice resounded through the room, carrying an undeniable air of authority. His gaze scanned over the sea of young faces. "Today, we'll be discussing the responsibilities of a Shinigami, an aspect of our life that you must understand deeply if you wish to serve as a guardian of souls."
The formidable figure of Master Tsumoto moved towards the center of the room, his movements precise and measured. "A Shinigami is not merely a reaper of souls," he began, his voice steady and authoritative. "We are the protectors, the balance between the world of the living and the dead. Your duty, once you graduate from this academy, is to guard this balance and uphold the code of the Shinigami."
"But remember," he added, "Becoming a Shinigami is not merely about power. It's about understanding, empathy, and resolve. Our duty is not to cause fear but to foster hope, not to wreak havoc but to restore peace."
Yoruichi was the first to break the silence. "Master Tsumoto," she began, her voice clear and unhesitant. "Does that mean a Shinigami must also empathize with the Hollows?"
The room held its collective breath. Hollows were a sensitive subject. They were, after all, the embodiment of corrupted souls—former humans turned monstrous due to their unresolved regrets or lingering attachments.
A slight smile tugged at the corner of Master Tsumoto's lips. "An interesting question, Little Lass," he acknowledged. His eyes softened slightly, "While it's true that Hollows are our enemies, it's also true that they were once humans, just like us. Our duty is to cleanse them, to free them from their suffering. In that sense, yes, empathy is indeed necessary."
Master Tsumoto took a moment to scan the room again, assessing the curious expressions and wide eyes of the students who hung onto his every word. He observed their anticipation, the hunger for knowledge evident in their silence. The gravity of his words sank in, filling the room with an air of profound contemplation.
"Indeed," he began, a note of somber wisdom edging his voice, "Every soul carries the imprint of their earthly lives. A Hollow, despite its transformation, is no different. When a Shinigami purifies a Hollow, the fate of the said soul is determined by their actions and choices during their human lives."
His gaze drifted towards the window, his eyes seemingly focused on something far beyond the vista it offered. His words flowed in a steady stream, painting vivid imagery that held his audience captive.
"Consider it as a journey of the soul, a cycle of transmigration," he explained, his eyes returning to the attentive sea of faces. "A Shinigami's Zanpakuto cleanses the sins committed by a soul after it becomes a Hollow. However, the sins from their mortal lives are not so easily wiped away."
He paused, letting the significance of his words sink in before he continued, "If a soul led a life filled with malice, causing harm to others, it will be condemned to Hell, regardless of the purification process. Conversely, if it led a life of righteousness, it will find its way to the Soul Society."
He then fixed his gaze onto Yoruichi, a stern yet respectful expression on his face. "Therefore, the role of a Shinigami is not to judge or decide the fate of a soul, Little Lass. Our duty is to cleanse, to set the soul free from the torment of its Hollow existence. The judgment has already been passed in their mortal lives."
The silence that followed Master Tsumoto's words was palpable, an unspoken question hanging heavily in the air. It was Lisa who dared to break it once more, the spark of curiosity in her eyes unabated.
"But, Master Tsumoto," she asked, her voice echoing in the stillness of the room, "If our purpose as Shinigami is to maintain balance, why do we oppose the Quincy? They too, cleanse the souls of Hollows."
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