DeathstrokeSW said
District 80. Though he had been born here, grown here, it was not a stroll he wanted to take. At least, not until he had become Captain. But that position was a long way off, and in his eyes, this was the first real step towards that goal since he had gone through the academy. This mission could not, deter that. He turned down a side street, heading for a black house with decades old dried blood on the door. Over his shoulder, he saw his compatriot raise an eyebrow. "This isn't my former home. This is the home of an old...I guess you could call him an acquaintance." He said as he walked inside, greeting an old, blind man by name; a rare sight considering their location. "Sandeyuri. It's Kakashi, the boy you named scarecrow. We're looking for your son. We're looking for Sayuri."The old man started up from his cot, excited. He walked as if he had eyes, and clasped Kenny like a father hugging his long lost son, then slapped him in the face. "140 years and no word?! Not one letter?! Sayuri may be my child by birth but YOU are my son. And a Shinigami too, by your Reiatsu. If you're looking for Sayuri, try the brothel. If he isn't there, try District 63. He hates you though. You remember what he did to you as kids."
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Kenny laughed at his description of District 80. It didn't even come close to what life was really like there. He placed a hand on Gio's shoulder, and stopped them both. "I was in district 80, Gio. The things I've done, what I had to do to survive....nobody should go through that. My hood?" He pointed to the hood made of burlap, resting atop his shihakushō. "It is the only remnant I keep from my days there, reminding me of my humble beginnings, as well as what I'm capable of. " Kenny took a breath, and lowered the Hannya half mask, and his hood, showing a scar that ran from forehead to collarbone, just beside his missing eye. "This was a result of beating received daily. Sometimes they had knives. My Seireitei file says I come from district 63, but I didn't go there till I was 140. I was just a kid, but I crawled my way out of that hell for my dream. I know of only one other soul reaper to come from District 80; in fact, we grew up together. The difference is, is he would have died there had he not been adopted. My point is this: there, you don't eat, you starve. You don't fight, you kill. There, it is kill-or-be-killed. Sometimes death is what it takes to get by, other times it's the only way to eat; kill someone and steal their food. My name, like I said, is Kakashi. I was born nameless. In Zaraki District north, your name is earned. Mine means Scarecrow." Again he sighed, and ripped the Shihakushō top away, leaving the hood, mask, and wrapped hands. He turned to District 1, and bade Gio to follow. He was going to teach Gio to survive.
DeathstrokeSW said
Kenny fell into step, his size making it easy for him to catch up. He closed his eye as he walked, with the empty eye socket still gazing at nothing. It didn't have any eyelids anymore, and as a result, when he closed his eye, some found his missing one to be a slightly unnerving sight. "Let's start with what we DO know, which admittedly isn't much. First, we know our quarry's name, Sayuri. We need to keep in mind though, it may be an alias. Second, we know that our target's male, which eliminates roughly half the populace, though it still remains a large pool of suspects. Third, we know he prefers the outer districts, where Soul Reapers don't normally go. What is he doing in a kill-or-be-killed environment that attracted the attention of the Captain-Commander? Or for that matter, The attention of Soul Reapers at all? From the information the Captain-Commander gave us, we can also infer a few things: He's powerful; or at least, he's associated with powerful people. And he's dangerous." Kenny opened his eye, having said his piece within the span of several breaths. He shot a glance at Gio and continued. "I think we should start in District 80, where the law hangs almost non-existent. It might be good to start there and work backwards." Kenny sighed and pulled his hood down. "My name is Kakashi. Kenny is a nickname given to me by a friend at the academy." He looked down at his wrapped hands, and looked up at the North Gate. They were here. The gate rose at their approach, and Kenny sighed. "I tell people my name is Kenpachi but it isn't. I just don't want scarecrow jokes." They stepped through the gate, and Kenny cracked his neck. So it begins.
DeathstrokeSW said
Kenny looked at Gio through his one eye, ripping the eyepatch off of his missing eye, letting the empty eye socket show. He sighed and nodded, before cracking his neck. He let the feeling of death hang in the air, not wanting to comment on it. "We're gonna have to ask around about this guy; and since he needs to be detained, I suggest we try the Omnitsukidō. They may have intel. If not, we start in 70 North and work from there." Kenny lowered his hood, revealing his missing eye, and short brown hair. He thrust a palm forward with the air of a man willing to make friends, if not work together amicably. "Kenny, Squad 7."