The Suicidal And The Sacrificial

D stands for Death

Sereitei's Street

"If you will not stop running, I will chop those legs!", Sumire shouted. "This is a scene that will never get old", Jushiro sighed as he is walking with Kiyone and Sentaro. Everyone was ordered to carry their swords at all times. "Captain, please go back to the barracks. You still have to approve those who are capable of joining the next battle. Also, we're running out of spirit particles", the division 4 members begged for the new assigned Captain to do her job. "That's why I told you to eat at least 3-4 tonic supplements every hour!", Nozomi scolded. "We will explode if we take a large amount of the tonic", they whined. "You will not! I can try it in front of you to prove it", the white head threw four tonic supplements in the air but Sumire disintegrated them into powder using her spell. "Down. Now", Sumire raised her chin.

"You have no chill", Nozomi pouted and felt something underneath her feet. "It's time you head back to Division 4 Barracks", she said with a serious voice. "Not until you come with us", the shinigamis whined. "Get away from here!", Sumire also noticed an intense aura and grabbed some of the squad members. The rest turned into ashes, those that were included in a circle drawn using blood. Only Nozomi was standing in the middle of the circle. "You did great in maintaining your shape after that surprise attack", a lady wearing a hood and carrying a scythe emerged from the ashes of the shinigami. "Head back to the barracks", Sumire ordered the remaining squad members who were stunned by the disappearance of their comrades.

"Death is like a thief in the night. It comes when you least expect it", Quincy removed her hood and revealed a beautiful woman with crimson red eyes and pale skin. Her hair was also snow white partly imitating that of an angel's feature. "What are you waiting for? I told you to go", Sumire shook one of the squad members and felt his stiff shoulder. "There's no use trying to wake dead men", the female Quincy looked down as she started floating in the air. "Sumire, step back and watch my back. That's what we initially agreed upon", Nozomi drew her sword and an intense amount of reiatsu is poured around the area. Soon, the place transformed into Yhwach's domain.

"Consider yourself defeated. You, a mere shinigami, cannot do anything in the face of death", Dearil, the Quincy named after Yhwach's army swung his scythe. "You should be wielding a bow and arrow. What happened to Quincy's pride?", Nozomi evaded it and swung her sword in the air creating a gust of wind which Dearil stopped with her bare hand. "We didn't hide in the shadows just to wait for the time we can be butchered by self-centered shinigami once more", Quincy swung it once more. Nozomi used her spell to make a barrier but it broke in the middle having her use her sword to fight against it. "Aren't you going to help your comrade?", Dearil looked at Sumire who is just standing on the side. "If she cries for help and starts apologizing for all her wrongdoings, I might consider it", Sumire answered. "Quite arrogant, aren't we?", Dearil used some technique to turn the entire surroundings into pitch black. "You can dream all you want", Nozomi chuckled and stabbed her sword into her palm. "If you think that this is a dream, it's not", a voice of Quincy echoed in the enclosed dark room.

"Everyone fears death and everyone rejects it. Death should not be feared because it is a rest that cradles one's soul", Dearil said before launching an attack. She used the darkness to blind her enemies. Nozomi felt cuts on her arms and legs. "Are you still alive?", Sumire asked in a calm voice. "Don't worry, I am still alive and kicking", Nozomi said with a cheery voice. She felt something on her feet and the scent of rust filled the area. "You're the Captain of Division 4, not just this time but centuries ago. We have been hiding in the shadows and we have seen a couple of deaths in Soul Society", Quincy started with her taunting game. "How many died because you weren't able to snatch them from death? A hundred, a thousand, ten of thousands?", Dearil was able to get her scythe on Nozomi's neck. "Hundred of thousands", Nozomi slashed the empty air and was able to cut Dearil into two. "Aghhhrrr!!!! How could you-", the pitch-black surroundings finally cracked. Dearil was startled to see Nozomi's sword absorbing the blood on their feet.