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| - "Haku Kendo..." Soul Society cries for its falling, as the purest of all rains fall upon an amasing group of shinigami, "3rd Division, Hantaro Akechi..." Bodies are set in groups by division, wrapped in fine silks, and linens. A present for their sacrifice, "...6th Division..." Sorrow falls over the crowd as the piles grow higher, the weight breaking many a shinigami to thier knees as their loved ones and friends prepare to return to what they sought to protect, "-maru Ohana..." "So many...why turn? Why betray one's post ?"Saeko thought to herself. "...Sendo..."
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| - "Haku Kendo..." Soul Society cries for its falling, as the purest of all rains fall upon an amasing group of shinigami, "3rd Division, Hantaro Akechi..." Bodies are set in groups by division, wrapped in fine silks, and linens. A present for their sacrifice, "...6th Division..." Sorrow falls over the crowd as the piles grow higher, the weight breaking many a shinigami to thier knees as their loved ones and friends prepare to return to what they sought to protect, "-maru Ohana..." Lone steps of a captain joining the gathering, her head filled with the events prior. Saluting subordinates escorting her to the ceremony from both sides. The images of shinigami versus shinigami flashing in her eyes. Those she trusted, she protected, who were honorbound, chopped down by her blade as her code and duty. "So many...why turn? Why betray one's post ?"Saeko thought to herself. "...Sendo..." Saeko's eyes went wide as one of her worst fears was achieved. The death of her lover, her confidant, her unborn child's father. "Hanzo's dead? H-he couldn't." Grief completely overtook her as she dropped to her knees, separating herself from the rest of the shinigami that attended the ceremony. In desperate silience she cried along with Soul Society over all she lost.
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