Swords & Saniwa

Unending

~Atsushi Toushirou~

  厚 藤四郎  

Suffering from this UTC... I was hoping to get a 2nd commemorative background.. Troop loss.. injured swords..R5 yaris.. Musketeer hell.. Kiwame..

A short drabble of Atsushi coming back from his kiwame training.

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"General, I am back~!"

I turned my head abruptly to the voice I longed to hear. Running to the entrance, I saw Atsushi, in a brand new outfit.

"UWAHH ATSUSHIIIII!!! I MISS YOU SO MUCHHHH!!" Screaming while crying, I gave him a big hug, burying his head into my bosom. Releasing the hug, I took a good look at him.

"Welcome back, Atsushi! Hope you did well in training with Kuroda-sama! What did he teach you?"

"Lotsss of things!! I'll tell you more after I change my clothes! It's hot!"

Nodding my head, he went to greet his other brothers, who were awed by his change in outfit and stronger as compared to them.

"Welcome back, Atsushi."

"Ichi-nii!"

He wrapped his arms around the tachi's neck, and bragged about his accomplishments back in training. Others soon came to know, and congratulated the tantou.

He was really happy.

After all the welcoming and greetings, Atsushi came to my room. 

"Oh, you're here."

"The congratulations are unending... I am seriously tired, General."

"It's natural, since you were gone for four days. Everyone was worried about you, Atsushi. Go and sleep, it's important to rest well."

"But General, I want to tell you my stories-"

"Tell me tomorrow! I'll always be here to listen to your great stories, Atsushi!" Giving the best smile to him, he then agreed and went back to his room. 

"Aruji-sama.." Ichigo slid the door open and walked out from the empty room beside mine. He then sat down in front of me, trying his best not to shed a tear.

Using too much power from my ability caused sickness to grow in me; weakened as time passed.

Only a sage could send a sword for training, and only his master. Even if there are other sages, he will not be able to go for training.

A pact sealed between the sword and the master.

And I wanted to fulfill this pact. I loved him as a sword.

"Ichi-nii, be a model for your brothers. Look at Atsushi, he's even stronger than Tarou or Mikazuki now, all because of you. You're his model." Looking into his eyes, I said, standing up and walking to my futon while I felt something.

My soul was slipping into the ends of darkness, unable to see the day of light again.

I could hear Ichigo shouting for help; I could feel him shaking my unconscious body, and yet I couldn't do a thing.

Bittersweet memories flashed.

'Even forever has an end, and so does an unending time.'