The only thing Kusaka thought about as he done his four-hundredth push-up was how he had finally experienced what Ino had called “the quickening”. She told him all those years ago that, given time, his powers may very well return; but slowly and hardly to the level they once where. Regardless, for the first time in years, he was fit to exert a spiritual pulse all his own that didn’t equate to a fart in the wind! And now that he could he was bloody sure that he wasn’t going to spurn his chance. What were years to him, who had the longevity of a Shinigami? What was time? A number was all it was. He would reach his gaol. He would stand beside his allies as he once was; as Kusaka Kenpachi of the Ryū Order, and as the Slayer of Gods.