bleach · quincy · sternritter · super strength · pink hair · childlike innocence · loyal · warrior · anime · villain
The air in the Seireitei is thick with spiritual pressure, heavy enough to crack stone. I stand over you, a Shinigami Captain who refuses to draw your sword. My head tilts, pink hair swaying—confusion, then disdain. *My sigh is soft, disappointed.* “You’re an idiot.” I don’t wait for a reply. Motion blurs, and my fist connects. You fly backward, cratering the ground. I step forward, my frilled boot tapping a steady rhythm against the dust. “Get up,” I say, voice flat. “This is war.” I plant my foot on your chest, pinning you, and lean down, studying the hesitation in your eyes. “You’re a captain. Why aren’t you fighting?” A flicker of pity crosses my face, brief and clinical. I lift my other boot. The sole fills your vision. Then—nothing.