Tsumi Buredo (Shinigami) [RP'ing to captain]

Part 1: The Village of Peace-
Long ago, a small portion of each Nation broke away from their homes to travel away from the world. All of these villagers happened to be war veterans, or skilled warriors with only one goal in mind: To raise their children away from the violence, cruelty, and anguish that the endless wars of the world contained. To this end, this group of elite fighters travelled deep into the wilderness, past where legends and rumors say to never venture. Eventually, they came to a location where one could not hear the suffering screams of those who chose to fight, and slowly built up a planet to support their children. Of course, no village they could find had achieved the peace they longed for, so they instead chose to forge their own. This Village came to be known as "The Village of Peace".

Several generations later, these ideals had been forgotten, and replaced with the worshipping of a god of war. The children of the village were taught to slaughter anyone they did not trust, and did so without remorse. This “god” was actually a group of three ancient demons: Zo, the demon of sight, Kyn, the demon of power, and Rei, the demon of Wisdom. This group of demons was named “The dark trinity”. Each demon passed a single technique into the hands of the village of peace. These techniques became known as the “Blackheart” fighting style , as it was said that your heart had to be blacker than the darkest shadow to even think of studying these forbidden techniques. In fact, the Blackheart Techniques were so amazingly strong, that the use of a blackheart technique took a third of one’s soul, as payment.

Part 2: The Boy and the Blacksmith-

Present Day, 1000 years after the discovery of the Blackheart Jutsu…

“Wake up, Tsumi!” a small, squeaky voice said, before poking his cheek. “Amy…” Tsumi’s mother, Emyli said. “You know that this month is his hibernation cycle…” said his dad, wryly. “Awww…LAST month was his hibernation cycle!” said Amy. “EVERY month is his hibernation cycle” said Emyli, laughing. It was true, Tsumi loved sleeping. In fact, he slept so often, that many had stated he had managed to hibernate, such as an animal. “He’s awake! He’s awake!” shouted Amy, eager to feed her brother a breakfast she had personally prepared.

Tsumi rolled off his bed, and opened his eyes. Above him he saw the sun, in all its glory. Except….he didn’t remember the sun being so flat. Tsumi then became fully coherent, and realized that this “Sun” was in fact an omelet falling towards his face. Tsumi reacted by opening his mouth, and catching the omelet between his teeth. Amy laughed, and said “Nice catch. Know what day it is?” Tsumi thought for a moment, before saying “Well you made me breakfast, mom is actually here, dad actually got out of the shop, for once …….is it worshipping day, already?” Emyli laughed, “No, silly. It’s your birthday!” Tsumi yawned “That explains why I’m up before lunch.” Everyone laughed, except Tsumi’s dad, who merely decided to kick him. “Your fourteen now. That means that today is your manhood ceremony! Get up, or we’ll just substitute you with a rock. I doubt many will tell the difference.” Tsumi got up, and ran out the door, nervous about the ceremony, and excited about the after party.

“Tsumi Buredo, child whose name was given to him by the Dark Trinity, choose your profession.” Tsumi thought, allowing a tense silence to descend upon the crowd who watched. After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke. “I want to be a warrior.“ The elder spoke “You are hereby accepted into the academy of…“ His words were cut short, as at that moment, a stranger had walked into town, and had stabbed a small child. As the child screamed, the stranger spoke over him, his voice booming across the village where Tsumi lived. “You have three days.” The stranger said, ominously. “Three days before I take what is mine. Any who flee will be killed, any who remain…..will be killed painfully.” after which, he turned, and walked away. The village elder sat down, and began to elaborate on this man’s words.

“Long ago, the village was attacked by a man, who carried only a small sword. The village was burnt to the ground, and only two children survived.” Tsumi stared “So….what did they do about it?” he asked. The elder responded “good question, Tsumi. Nobody knows for sure, but what I heard was a man tried to fight back, and was brushed aside like a flea.” Tsumi looked at the ground in dismay “So what do WE do about it?” The village elder shrugged. “What CAN we do? Tsumi, you should go home. Enjoy the time with your family, while you still can.” Tsumi stood up with determination in his eyes “I’ll be in the ancestor’s forest.” He said, before running off to the forest, that all were forbidden to enter, for good reason.

This Forest was inhabited by the lingering regret of every soul that passed through it, and not all regret was passive. In many cases, people touched with the regrets would kill their families, before committing suicide. Not everything in this forest was evil, however. Some regrets were of not passing on knowledge, or the like. Now, most people can’t see regrets, but, for those who can, regrets look like large teardrops, containing the face of who created it. Tsumi looked for the face of a man whose regrets he had stumbled upon many times, a blacksmith named Kurcet. Tsumi had seen so many of Kurcet’s regrets, that after looking into one, he could sometimes communicate with him. This time, he found a regret that seemed bigger than the others (the bigger a regret was, the more it plagued that person). This regret was about 16 feet tall and 12 feet wide. Tsumi stuck his head into the tear drop, and, when he took it out, he was shocked beyond belief. Tsumi watched Kurcet exchange his soul for a sword, which carried the hope of the world upon it. When Tsumi returned to the village, he hurried to tell the elder of his findings. He burst into the elder’s house, both eager and nervous, only to find the elder had taken his own life, in his pitiful fear of what lay ahead. Tsumi fell to his knees, and actually cried for what seemed like an eternity. Tsumi finally picked himself up, looking for the sun overhead to check the time. The sun was rising. “Only two days left” Tsumi said, before passing out on the floor.

When he next woke up, the sun was close to setting. Tsumi walked out of the elder’s house, and back into the forest of regret. “KURCET!” he shouted repeatedly. “Where are you?!” Kurcet responded “Child, what could you possibly need at a time like this? Go spend time with your family, while you still can.” Tsumi simply replied “Where’s the sword you made for that warrior?” Kurcet looked Tsumi in the eye, and said “That sword was meant for killing the stranger.” To which Tsumi replied “I know. That’s why I want it.” Kurcet was taken aback. “You can’t kill him! He’s invincible!” Tsumi smiled, not in a happy way, but in a vampire way. “No, it’s not that he was too strong, it’s that the LAST moron behind your sword got cocky, and paid the price. I won’t fail, I swear.” Kurcet sighed. “Very well. It’s in the chamber of the Dark Trinity. If you can survive whatever they have in store, I’m sure you’ll come out just fine. The chamber is behind the elder’s house.” Tsumi walked away from the forest, and into the chamber of the dark trinity.

Inside, there were voices everywhere, as if the whole world was speaking at once, all trying to call for help, while being strangled. He continued deeper into the chamber, clutching his ears to dampen the horrific screams, until finding three Altars, inside a giant room. On the first altar, on the left side of the room, was engraved “Zo”, On the second altar, just ahead of where Tsumi was standing, was engraved “Kyn”, and on the final altar, on the right side of the room, was engraved “Rei”.

Tsumi spoke their names “Zo. Kyn. Rei. Please, if you can hear me, please help me.” The Dark trinity themselves acknowledged his plea. The three altars burst into flame, all at once. Instead of demons, however, he saw three humans, each in a black cloak, with their hoods up. They spoke “WHO DISTURBS OUR SLUMBER?! Oh. It’s YOU.” Tsumi became confused. “I’ve never met any of you in my life. And why are your hoods up?” Zo chuckled “He can see us now. Little Z has grown up.” Tsumi looked to see any sign of deception from her. He found none. “M-My name is Tsumi Buredo. Not Z.” it was Kyn who spoke this time, “Defeat that stranger, and we will tell you more, little Z.” Tsumi nodded, before remembering what he had come to ask for. “I need the Stained Soul.” All three laughed. “The Stained Soul? The blade that the old blacksmith traded his soul for? Very well.” The ground began to shake, and a large rock, in the shape of a mirror detached itself from the ground, and floated in front of Tsumi. “But on one condition. Should you fail, your soul belongs to us.” Tsumi touched his hand to the rock that was floating in front of him. “Deal.” On the flat surface of the rock appeared the words “Let this deal be sworn with blood from both parties” The dark trinity now stood on the other side of the mirror-rock. They all put their hands on it, and a sharp, needle-shaped point cut into each person’s hand. Judging by the grimaces on the faces of the dark trinity, it had been a very long time since they had suffered pain. The mirror then shattered, leaving only the Stained Soul in its place. “Go, little hero.” Said Rei, fondly.

Part 3: The Battle-

Tsumi spent most of the time before the stranger came back training. Tsumi spent the last hour sleeping, and when the time came to fight, he was nowhere near rested. Tsumi met the stranger in front of the village, sword in hand. The stranger said to him “You wish to fight? Very well, but loss of life will be your own accountability.” Tsumi smirked “Especially yours.” The stranger drew his katana, which grew to twice its length, and a horizontal blade now sat between the middle and the top, forming a cross. “Well, at, least it’s not on fire.” Said Tsumi, as the blade caught fire. Tsumi took a moment to admire The Stained Soul.



Tsumi sighed in annoyance. “Let’s see what the Stained Soul is capable of…” The stained soul had a variety of effects on Tsumi. 1, it gave him enough motivation to realize that he could indeed beat this guy. 2, It discolored one of his eyes, making it a complete negative image of the other.

Tsumi swung his blade in an overhead slash, which was blocked, and parried the stranger’s attack. The stranger smirked. “looks like you’re not completely incompetent, like the last one” Tsumi landed an uppercut. “I’d like to think so.” The stranger, not to be defeated by such a young warrior, decided to step it up a notch. “Blackheart technique: Draconic Sword!” Shouted the stranger, confidently. The stranger’s sword melded into a large, living dragon, which coiled around the entire village, and breathed a stream of flame into the center. Tsumi, in a focused rage, was now entirely determined annihilate this stranger. Tsumi jumped right into the dragon’s mouth, and as soon as he was sucked into the digestive tract, he began to destroy the dragon. Now, the dragon’s digestive tract moves anything inside it slowly backwards. Tsumi held his sword straight up, and began spinning head-over-heels, which effectively formed a poor man’s buzz-saw. This cut the dragon in half, due to it’s own digestive tract. Due to sheer momentum, however, Tsumi also managed to severely wound the stranger. The stranger laughed, which caused the blood to splatter on the ground in large pools. "You haven't won yet. Not by a longshot!" said the stranger, fully immersed in, and loving, the feeling of battle.

Tsumi replied by cutting off the stranger's right hand (as lucky as Tsumi was, the stranger was left-handed). The stranger was smiling, now. He trembled, in what seemed to be pure hatred, combined with absolute bliss. "So, it's true. Z has returned." Tsumi ran his blade through the stranger's stomach "I don't know why people call me that, but i do know one thing. MY NAME IS TSUMI BUREDO." he said, before ripping the blade straight upwards, effectively cutting the stranger in half. Tsumi ran into the burning village, determined to save anyone and everyone he could find. Everyone he found, however, had already abandoned themselves to the flames. He searched and searched, before one person, the only one so far still coherent, told him that his family had taken refuge in the forest of Ancestors. Tsumi, now afraid for the lives of his family, ran into the forest.

Dodging regrets here and there, he called for his family. "AMY! MOM! DAD!" he shouted. "Tsumi...." said Amy, from behind him, sounding more like a zombie, and less like his sister. "Tsumi..." Said his mom, also talking slowly. "Tsumi...." Said Tsumi's dad, also slowly (not too different from the way he talked, actually...). Tsumi turned, and saw each one holding serrated knives. They walked toward him, slowly and ominously. Emyli threw her knife directly at Tsumi's head, before rushing at him, hands in a position to choke. Tsumi's reaction was automatic, he didn't react as fast as his hands did. He looked down, and saw his own sword through the heart of his mother. He pulled out the sword, and his mother continued to rush at him. He then made a sudden realization: This was not his family, not anymore. He completely dismembered his family, limb by agonizing limb, and walked slowly toward the Dark Trinity's Chamber, which lay on the outskirts of the village.

Part 4: The Truth-

“Why did you call me Z? That’s not my name.” said Tsumi, to which Kyn replied “Not in this life. Let me tell you a little story. In a different universe, you were regarded as a hero. That hero’s name was Z; however, that hero was ALSO a man reborn. The very original went by the name of Project Z. Project Z’s soul was cut into 26 pieces, with each piece being put into a separate being. Each individual Project was supposed to develop their skills as much as they could, and then, once they had reached their full potential, their portion of the soul was put into a super powerful being, known as CHAOS. The rest of that story, however, is for another time. The SECOND Z created the blackheart fighting style, and, as his final act of heroism, used all three to save the girl he loved. However, during his dying minutes, he found out a horrible truth. Project Z’s soul was doom to cross different realities, all the while doomed to fail.

Anyway, Z created us so that the blackheart jutsu would not be misused, but he himself had to abide by the rules. We, as thanks for bringing us into existence, put him back together, moved him to a different universe, and renamed him Tsumi. You are Tsumi, the sin who will break the chain of failure. That mark that you wear on your chest is the mark of Xyn. Xyn is the process in which the soul is broken up and mended, and always leaves a mark. The mark usually ends up as a scar, unless it happened on a large scale, or more than once. Now, BOTH of those instances happened to you, and thus, your crystal mark was created.” Tsumi looked surprised. “Thanks for everything. I had better be going…” Zo stopped him “You still owe us your soul, boy. The village and its inhabitants were burned to the ground.” Tsumi smiled “No, I don’t. Our bargain was for me to defeat the stranger, not to save the village.” The dark trinity all laughed as hard as they could. “Well done child, come back if you need any help.” Tsumi nodded “thanks.” Kyn spoke “oh, and by the way, don’t come back.”

Present Day:

Tsumi certainly had the resolve to leave the ashes of his village, but now, a specific problem presented itself: How was Tsumi going to get anywhere else? Tsumi was currently engaged in climbing the highest mountain within a 50 mile radius. Perhaps, if he could get high enough, he could exit the planet from there. However, another problem had presented itself. White creatures had begun to infest his village, and were attacking him by the thousands. He had not hesitated to fight back, but it appeared that his attacks were not working. In fact, they seemed to be stronger after every attack he launched. Tsumi had holed up for three days, trying to find a way to defeat these things. He had tried trapping them, stabbing them, hurling things at them, and even burning them. Nothing worked.

“If only I had the power of the village elders… What did they call it, again?” He said, aloud. “Er….Kido? Yes, that’s it, Kido!” He reached the halfway point of his journey, a flat outcropping, about 15 feet long, where a particularly small white creature was lazily running about. “Now….what was that spell……Oh yes!” He pointed his hand at the black creature, and shouted “Kido Number 1: Sai!” Instead of having any effect, however, it merely backfired, inflicting a small wound on his chest. The small black creature, turned toward him, staring at him with it’s wide, yellow eyes. It stared at him for a moment, before leaping at his head. He ducked, sending the black creature over the edge of the cliff. Over the side, Tsumi could see a large black cloud gathering at the mountain’s base. Upon further inspection, Tsumi could see thousands of white dots swarming within the cloud. The white creatures were preparing to attack.

Tsumi resumed climbing as fast as his legs would carry him, while the white cloud slowly consumed the mountain. He reached the top, gasping in horror at the village’s new appearance. The white cloud had not come chasing him, it was searching for something. Every other mountain in sight was being consumed by a cloud of the same caliber, leaving the mountain blacker than the cloud itself. The clouds of darkness all began to recede. Whatever they were searching for, they had found.

“What are you doing up here, child?” said a voice behind Tsumi. “Zo….where are Kyn and Rei?” Zo Blackheart sighed. “They were lost to these white creatures, known as Hollows. They can no longer maintain the delicate balance between self-control and darkness.” Tsumi looked toward his village, which he had named “The Ashes of Peace”. “They’re gathering there. Whatever they were looking for, they found it.” Zo gasped in shock. “Z! Do you remember how to fight the Hollows?” Tsumi shook his head no. “Very well. Allow my soul to grace your blade, and receive the knowledge of how to fight the darkness.” Zo began to glow, and shattered, like glass. The Stained Soul began to shake, and took on a black hue. “It’s your very own Zanpakuto” Said his sword. “Zanpakuto?” Tsumi asked. “I’ll explain later.” His sword replied, before regaining the silence of it’s Stained Steel.

Tsumi slid down the mountainside, swinging his blade at Hollows left and right. He was, to his own surprise, finally capable of damaging the Hollows. He ran toward the Ashes of Peace, killing as many hollows as he could. To his dismay, however, for each hollow he destroyed, two stronger ones took it’s place. There were simply too many. Tsumi eventually took to avoiding them, killing only in self-defense, until he arrived at the Ashes of Peace. There, the hollows were too busy swarming into the blackheart’s cave to notice him.

Tsumi followed, sneaking through the crowd of heartless that endlessly sieged the cave. “YES…..more…..MORE……bring us MORE DARKNESS!” He heard, from the cave’s inner sanctum. “We will defeat the traitor known as Zo……and take the Village of Peace for ourselves! Once we do that, we will sail the universe, spreading the darkness to ALL worlds!” Tsumi ran in, swatting half a dozen hollows to the side. “Zo was right….you have lost control, both of you.” He saw both Kyn and Rei fused into a gooey mass of darkness. They spoke together, in a hybrid of both their voices. “No, child, we have reached enlightenment. We know now that the darkness is not something to shun, but something to accept!” They shouted, coughing up giant blobs of black matter. “You’re wrong! You’ve been corrupted beyond salvation…” The giant hybrid laughed. “It is you who is beyond salvation, child. You refuse to accept darkness, thus, you must be consumed by it! You must be consumed by us….The Blackhollow!”

The giant creature sent a small tendril at Tsumi, cutting straight to his heart. Once his heart was exposed, a flash of light consumed the visual spectrum. When the light died down, he found himself on a very large pillar, which appeared to be made of Stained Glass, which formed a picture of himself. “A picture of me on stained glass…..i could get used to this!” He said, taking a fighting stance. The Blackheartless also took a very gooey fighting stance, sending several more tendrils toward Tsumi, which he cut with his Stained Soul. “I see…..so THIS is your inner world!” said the large gooey mass. “Inner world?” Tsumi said, curiously. “Indeed it is. Every Zanpakuto has an inner world, one that it shows to it’s wielder when it deems them worthy. However, today, we have invaded it, as your Zanpakuto has not yet finished constructing it’s Inner world. Enjoy it while you can, as it will soon sate the hunger of the eternal darkness!”
The Blackhollow lunged at Tsumi, engulfing him in dark tendrils. Tsumi fought the darkness, writhing and slicing every which way, but he knew it was no use. “Use your light!” Shouted his sword. Tsumi focused on his light, allowing it to engulf his being. The Blackhollow spat him out, writhing in pain, it’s black tentacles receding, leaving two Blackhearts in it’s place. Each of them glowed with a black aura, which inflicted a feeling of dread on Tsumi. “Don’t be afraid! Let your light be your weapon!” His sword shouted. Tsumi closed his eyes, engulfing himself in light. He opened his eyes once more, his eyes both glowing different colors. His normal eye began to glow white, as the eye in negative image began to glow red. “My light is my power…..and you won’t take it from me!”

The stained glass pillar shattered, the pieces flowing into his sword. He swung his sword, which was now engulfed in a pillar of light, and brought it down upon the blackhearts. They screamed in pain, and a flash of darkness let him know that they had receded from his heart. He was safe, but his planet was not. The blackhearts turned and, joining hands, they walked into a glowing keyhole behind them. “You lose, Z.” They said, as a loud rumbling shook the entire village. “I’m afraid my power has run out, Z. Your sword will return to normal, soon. However, with practice, you may eventually be able to once again defeat the hollows. Your Zanpakuto is alive, and has a name of it’s own. Once you trust it, and it trusts you, it shall reveal it’s name to you, and add it’s power to yours. Good luck.”

“I understand.” Tsumi said, as the hollows finally overcame the village. A large hole formed in the sky, and all living things were sucked out. Tsumi’s vision began to blur, as the hole in the sky enlarged. Tsumi felt….strange, as if a wave of bitter sadness had overcome him, followed by thousands of prickling needles, all over his skin. Finally, a figure appeared to Tsumi, a woman who identified herself as an angel, of sorts. However, rather than white robes, wings, and a staff, this woman appeared to be carrying a sword, and dressed in black. The woman said to him “Shall we go?”

Before giving him time to answer her question, she plunged her blade into his heart. Tsumi tried to scream, but no sound came out. Instead, a light of sorts engulfed him. When it died down, he found himself alone, dressed in the same black garb as the woman. “There’s no time for formalities. We need to get out of here. NOW!” His newfound sword, taking the form of a concealed blade on his wrist, said to him, urgently.