Demons [Solo]

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What the fuck was this... First strange hollows from Africa, and now Arrancarr entering Soul Society. But it was more than just that, it wasn't just random Arrancarr, this wasn't just a random attack... No this was thought out, it was well organized... and it was led by Ichigo Kurosaki. It was a full scale invasion, the likes of which hadn't been seen for over a hundred years, the last such invasion she could think of was the Demon Invasion, yet even that had a better outcome than this. Multiple Captain's either dead or out of commission, traitors amongst their ranks, friends turned enemy...

This all on its own was enough to cause Shura to slam her fist through the nearby desk, a small pocket of the ground underneath it concaving inwards from the force. Her and Koga had barely survived against Kita, an outcome that would be otherwise unheard of when they were both in the 11th. It revealed only the ineffectiveness of this new Organization, the failure of their training, and only reinforcing the philosophy of old. These kinds of losses were unheard of for the Kurata when she was apart of the 11th, an unstoppable force of nature... yet here she was, bedridden and missing an arm. Her loss to Metatron was devastating, but even there she hadn't lost a limb only her pride... But now?

It was... inexcusable. What the hell had she become? Why was she fighting? What was she doing? Sitting in a bed recovering was something she'd of never even entertained before, yet all these things were facts of her life now. How had she become so weak, so pathetic? She could only think of how she'd been before in the Gotei 13, without equal in the Academy, yet not they had students graduating that far surpassed that mark and arguably surpassed where she even was right now. An unstoppable force of nature in the 11th, yet now incapable of winning any fight that mattered.

But now? Reliant on another's strength, and even with others she couldn't defeat anyone that mattered. Lerna had been nearly killed because of her recklessness, but more than that, Koga had almost lost his life at her own hands. It was yet another repeat of a past mistake just repeated in a different scenario. So again she asked herself, What in the fuck was she doing? A clenched fist and gritted teeth was all she could do to stop herself from destroying the very bed she laid in, this loss had cost her yet more than before.

How many more defeats would it take before she was either killed or finally won again? There had to be more that she was missing, she knew that a Shinigami's Bankai was the peak of their potential, yet hers felt... insufficient, lacking in something more fundamental than a simple bond between her and her Zanpakuto Spirit. She knew Hakaishin was hiding something more, but how much was still a mystery. She knew now why he was, why he hadn't been speaking to her.

But now, more than ever before, she needed what was being kept from her, her Home had been invaded and she failed on every level to protect it. While she still had questions aplenty, none of them had answers... And sitting in this FUCKING BED wasn't going to give her any either. So against better judgement, against advice from the medical Shinigami, and likely against what was probably best for her body, Shura grabbed her Zanpakuto and pushed herself out of the bed. Placing the sheathe back inside of her obi she headed for the door, and upon exiting the room her destination was clear.

Training needed to happen, training beyond what any within the Fourth could or would give... Training only the 11th would understand, and there was only two people she knew of that would give her such, Zaraki Kenpachi and Habaki Koga.

made by RR of DD, steal and i will sentence you to the true death!