"I expected it to be heavier..." Was all Sal Norongachi, former Exile, former Criminal, Eternal Berserker, could think.
The crisp white haori hung on his shoulders with not a ruffle or crease in sight. Brown eyes gazed into the mirror of his quarters as his attendant made the final adjustments to the garment.
If you had said to Sal Norongachi a hundred years ago that he would be part of the Gotei again, let along here of all places would have been laughable, insulting even. None the less, here he was.
"They are ready for you sir." The attendant said with a bow and Norongachi could only nod his acknowledgement.
The scarred warrior adjusted his Zanpakuto, which hung upon his back, its handle poking from under his haori, and then with a calming breath turned toward the door.
In the meeting hall, the Captains would be gathered as would the bulk of the Shinigami, all eager to meet the new leader of the Gotei. Captain Commander...it still seemed like a whacked out acid trip to him as he walked down the stairs, his old worn army boots clicking upon the stone.
Norongachi came to a set of large wooden double doors and stopped. His heart raced for a moment, thundering in his chest, and then realization dawned- He was now the most powerful man in all of Soul Society.
I'm a Rock n Roll Star...
The doors swung open and he was greeted by a sea of faces, some known, some unknown and he walked forward to the end of the stage and let the dark gaze that had been so many beings last earthly memory slide across them.
Now what the hell...was he going to say?
The crisp white haori hung on his shoulders with not a ruffle or crease in sight. Brown eyes gazed into the mirror of his quarters as his attendant made the final adjustments to the garment.
If you had said to Sal Norongachi a hundred years ago that he would be part of the Gotei again, let along here of all places would have been laughable, insulting even. None the less, here he was.
"They are ready for you sir." The attendant said with a bow and Norongachi could only nod his acknowledgement.
The scarred warrior adjusted his Zanpakuto, which hung upon his back, its handle poking from under his haori, and then with a calming breath turned toward the door.
In the meeting hall, the Captains would be gathered as would the bulk of the Shinigami, all eager to meet the new leader of the Gotei. Captain Commander...it still seemed like a whacked out acid trip to him as he walked down the stairs, his old worn army boots clicking upon the stone.
Norongachi came to a set of large wooden double doors and stopped. His heart raced for a moment, thundering in his chest, and then realization dawned- He was now the most powerful man in all of Soul Society.
I'm a Rock n Roll Star...
The doors swung open and he was greeted by a sea of faces, some known, some unknown and he walked forward to the end of the stage and let the dark gaze that had been so many beings last earthly memory slide across them.
Now what the hell...was he going to say?