Bleach: Cero Devastador

"At that moment, his sword didn't strike me, his arm did… how can someone have such overbearing strength!?" The Shinigami staggered up, staring at Ryoma who approached him hideously, broken sword in hand, missing an arm and leaving a humongous trail of blood.

"At least I sliced his arm–!" That's what he thought, thinking he got an advantage. It was a pity.

!!!

He witnessed with a naked eye Ryoma's arm growing back, it was to the point where it looked like Ryoma himself didn't notice this.

"Give me that sword" Ryoma demanded with a grim, "No doubt if it weren't for that sword you wouldn't be here right now". 

"W-What are you!?" More than a personal business related to his unit, Shūhei Ryōsuke realised he had to report this to the higher-ups... only if he survived to tell the tale. 

With nearly all of his bones shattered; what he needed the most was to make some time. Ryōsuke pointed a shiny finger forward and made some hand signs with it that puzzled Ryoma.

Ryoma frowned, a mysterious red light coated him and he could not move.

"What is this? Some sort of magic?"

Rather than stand still, he frowned and pressed forward to continue walking. It took a bit of force, but...

*CRACK!*

*BANG!*

The red light binding him shattered like glass, crumbling with it Ryōsuke's hopes, before he could say any other word, he failed to see something akin to a bullet flash towards him, it was Ryoma's broken sword. 

*BOOMM!*

The sword pierced Ryosuke's face, impaling him along the way and blasting him to another wall, this time screams were heard from the inside, that building had been inhabited. Ryoma walked up to the hideous body of the lifeless shinigami and took the weapon away.

"That thingy he did at the end was quite problematic, I'll have to ask some more questions".

He inspected it, a katana without a single blemish, perfectly crafted as if welded by the gods. He swung it a few times, even the weight ratio was admirable.

"This is the best sword I have ever held, it is amazing~ still, this doesn't explain how there is so much difference compared to Gakurou's sword, is it the material?".

Uncontrollably happy, Ryoma couldn't wait to test that sword against someone, however, there was no more time. He then stared at his right arm that had been sliced, now re-grown but the regenerated skin was a lot paler, with long black nails, slowly regaining their colour.

"He was surprised at this, even if somehow there is magic in this world, this can't be normal… can it?"

If it was normal, Shūhei Ryōsuke would be jumping right now like an annoying cockroach. 

"He is right? What am I?" Ryoma stood there for a second, mumbling to himself about possibilities without concluding due to lack of information. He sighed and spread his arms wide in defeat.

"Who cares?~"

The people living around the scene, panicking and sweaty, only managed to see the bloodied silhouette of a man walking away into a building on fire with a sword on his shoulders after having committed the most heinous crime that one could commit in the soul society.

To Slay a Shinigami.

...

Out the rear side of the manor, Ryoma arrived and saw three girls, all with burnt marks mumbling something to each other.

"Where is Murasaki?"

"Y-You are Ryoma-san?! the big brother told us you would come, you have to help him! He's inside getting our friend and he hasn't come out for a while now".

"..."

Ryoma looked inside, the place was literally burning to a crisp, there was no way in or out.

"He may be dead by now..."

!!!

"Please help him!"

"Are you crazy? I told him to not do anything stupid and look at him, running into a building on fire and risking his life to save someone else's. If he dies that's on him".

"You!–"

*WHOOSH!*

The fire livened up, and a piece of the structure collapsed, sending debris everywhere. Ryoma gulped, the odds weren't on the boy's side.

He thought about Mikoto and Sakuya, sighing. 

"You're such a fool, at least get the money first"

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With my body all burnt, I carried an unconscious Murasaki. He hadn't died, thankfully... he was just trapped in a room full of smoke together with a boy. The people he saved followed us back to the camp, with bags full of money that I got from their storage, millions of Kan. They didn't even necessarily live in that camp, but they were hungry, injured and needed help.

By the time we came back, the Sun was already starting to creep up, and the camp wasn't nearly as crowded since those people had to go to work and go about their business, not many saw us come back in, but the ones that did were quite curious. 

"You're back!" Mikoto jumped on me, "You told me it was going to be in the morning!"

She complained and then saw the state we were in... and realised it was for the best that she stayed.

"M-Murasaki-kun!" Sakuya took him away from me and put him on the table. Murasaki had thrown buckets of water on himself as I told him, we didn't have much time to discuss the plan after we got the alcohol, so he insisted on saving those girls. I told him if he was going to do it, he'd be on his own since I'd be busy dealing with the gang. 

He didn't disappoint me, but he still nearly died without even getting the money, which was... a disappointment. 

Sakuya looked at me, and once again my mysterious regeneration kicked in, my hand which had been pale white was now back to normal, and the burning marks on my body had disappeared. However, my robes were still ragged burnt and bloodied.

I took the bags away and sat down on a corner while Mikoto and Sakuya tended to everyone's injuries by tearing off their own robes to make bandages, they asked them where they were from and fed the last chunks of bread that they had.

I witnessed all this. 

Once things settled down, only then did Sakuya come to me. 

"What happened? What is in those bags?".

"Money, a lot of money".

Her countenance looked at me doubtfully, Mikoto hopped in and gave a discreet look inside the bags, gasping at the amount of coins and the size of the bag. Years upon years of illicit activity, now in my hands. 

"A-Are you crazy? you will be hunted! those organisations all work together–"

"I know".

Out of the three bags I took two of them and passed them over, only one remained for me. 

"That's yours for yesterday's dinner and Murasaki for his help, this way we're even".

Mikoto and Sakuya stared at me out of words, "Even?! Y-You can't, we didn't do anything to deserve this much!"

"I was hungry and you fed me. I needed information and you gave it, you also gave me a place to sleep for the night. Shut up and take my money or I'll get pissed".

Once they saw my threatening gaze, they had no choice but to accept, I didn't need their humble demeanour; I can only carry one bag with me anyway so if they reject it, I'll just leave it here and go. 

"At least tell us what happened, was it that gang?" Sakuya and Mikoto sat on either side of me, hugging their bags.

I explained to them everything that happened, Gakurou's death which greatly relieved Sakuya and Mikoto. However, upon mentioning the death of the Shinigami, they panicked. 

"It is the most grave crime. Once this is known there will be Onmitsukidō (Stealth Force) investigating the area!".

"Onmitsukidō?" I asked curiously. 

"It is the secret corps. The death of a Shinigami graduate from the academy is not anything simple, especially if it happens within the soul society. This will be investigated and you will be hunted, Ryoma-kun".

"Are they strong?".

"Huh?".

"Those Onmitsukido, are they strong?".

"Y-Yes..."

"I see, I'll leave in the evening".

"You're leaving? Where are you going?" Sakuya leaned closer, impatient, "It is not safe for you to go now".

"I don't know... I may stay here and wait for them to come–"

"You can't! Ryoma, do not overestimate yourself! From what I know Shūhei Ryōsuke is a Shinigami who graduated from the academy a year ago. He was a rookie, one of the weakest!" Mikoto explained to me.

"F-For real?" I gasped, so that guy is one of the weakest? No wonder... wonder I wrecked him with one punch. If I have to be honest, I think Gakurou was stronger... however, Gakurou didn't have a good sword. 

"Yes, if you go to the upper districts there will be stronger shinigami guarding up and the onmitsukidō are also the elite among the elite".

"Hehe, that's actually nice~"

Mikoto and Sakuya exhaled an exasperated breath and rubbed their temples, I think they find it hard to deal with me. 

...

With the money that we had Mikoto and Sakuya set off to get some decent food and medicine. I stayed behind to take care of Murasaki, the people we saved and the young boys. While doing so, I inspected the sword.

"Nii-chan that sword is so nice!" One of them said.

"U-hum, it is..."

"That belonged to the Shinigami, right?".

"Yes".

"Then that's an Asauchi, I wish I could have one" He sighed, I looked a him with a frown.

"Do you know what this sword is?".

"An Asauchi is assigned to every Shinigami in the Shin-o-Academy. It is said that over time, once it is nurtured by its owner's Reiryoku; it becomes a Zampakutō, a very powerful sword".

"Reiryoku... how can you tell if it is a Zampakutō?"

"I... don't know" The boy scratched his head, that was as far as his information went. I'll just ask Mikoto next, she may have more information. For now, let me just take a brief nap... it has been a crazy day.