The Violin's Echo

The sound of an artist filled the air, the sweet lullaby of the Violin seemed into the down town streets, it was a beautiful song. A Captain at this time played the tune for the people around him, some money was given. But he returned it with a smile, as he continued to play this instrument. He wore a sweater vest over his chest with a dress shirt under it, wearing a fine pair of gray pants. He was dressed like one with money, he was quite the contradiction, people wandered past. As the song continued on, deepening and making more sound as he waited. His Zanpakutō was upon the ground by him, though most knew him to not need it in combat. His sword and he were still reconnecting, his day so long ago where he lost his sanity and became that being of madness who attacked like a hollow. His song began to continue telling a story and painting the picture, his eyes of blue slowly slid open to gaze around, before closing them once more. Continuing on with his story, he moved the bow across the instrument now, he lowered it finishing his performance. He sat the object down and grabbed his Zanpakutō, looking at the blade.

He sat down, holding it within his left hand waiting to see if he would need to draw the weapon, to accelerate the blade and slice these beings into nothing. Masamune wasn't one for all this work and showing off, he wondered if Gandhi ever felt like he'd failed his cause, he believed in avoiding conflict. Whenever he could, but also bloodshed and that time still haunted him as a Shinigami. He was no better then a hollow, his attention was snapped off of what he was doing for a moment. Raising his right hand, he pointed his index finger out at a creature running towards him. Just a hollow, boy it had picked it's target wrong. Hala was shot at it, the bright blue blast shot through it's mask and killed it almost instantly. He'd not even done anything really, he sighed sitting down and enjoying the traffic and sounds of this place. Music really wasn't being shown it's natural order of things in this day and age.

Masamune's eyes opened as he finished playing the Devil's Trim, he handled the peace with ease and confidence. He picked up his sword, walking forward towards the girl with the pipe. "You look as though you need help, I wouldn't mind helping you if you want..." Masamune held his Zanpakutō within his hand, the hollow whom he turned into ash was nothing but a bug. A bug that was causing him problems though, so when he turned it into nothing but dirt. That was his answer, he was smiling warmly as he looked down at the female. He offered to the female a hand now, he glanced around as though taking in the area. Sure she didn't have to trust him, he had finished playing the Devil's Trim before coming to her, in his opinion his performing of it was perfect. But he loved complicated and beautiful pieces like that. They held so much more soul to them, no one really could understand it he noticed. "I suspect the hollow was trying to devour your soul, if you'd like we can try to prevent that from happening and perform a sending."

Once he got hold of her hand he simply lifted her to her feet. Waiting for her answer, he still held his violin and bow within his digits. The male was a gifted musician and it was a hobby of his that he was extremely fond of, their was nothing wrong with enjoy the natural fruits of the labor spent at learning it. His blonde hair moved around as he seemed to be watching carefully for another one to arrive. Masamune was careful about these sorts of things. He'd heard what sounded like a conflict before, though it wasn't anything he planned to concern himself with. He could perform a ritual and make this female a Shinigami, this wasn't a hard task. Perhaps she would want this, he glanced at the pipe and spoke softly yet kindly. "Those don't often work on hollows, you see it requires a spiritual energy to destroy them."

Masamune's gaze remained on the creature now, holding his eyes upon the beast's form it was something he decided upon dealing with now. The girl had some courage, he readied the bow of his violin and seemed like he would be using this was going to be fun. He looked at the tentacles coming his way now he touched his Zanpakutō when he saw the danger she was in he, vanished now using speed of a Captain. His reiatsu coming out of his weapon as he slashed several times with his sword, so fast that the girl may not of been able to keep up, the tentacle got cut seven to eight times, the creature's body got hit twelve times all over. He walked away sheathing his Zanpakutō, not impressed by it. He returned to his position now, he'd planned on leaving the Gotei 13 today. He'd gotten his letter informing him that he was replaced by a Damien Soan as Captain. However this matter didn't bother him to much, the male simply picked up his Violin and continued. He began playing the Devil's Trim once again.

The melody of memory playing across his digits as he remembered the past when he was a Captain. Masamune was a talented and strong Captain of his time, anyone could tell someone about the Fang's powers and prowess as a Captain. Who knew what was next for the male, his reiatsu was highly impressive still. Masamune also held an age that was far older then his appearance, but his maturity was something anyone could see. His digits moved now as he smirked softly and awaited the female's next reaction. She said no to a sending so what else was left for him to do, if she wanted more from Masamune she would need to ask him for it.

Masamune ceased his playing his eyes examing the female to her core, he wasn't a genius of swordsmanship by any sense of the word. Masamune was a Kidō specialist one capable of doing things beyond the normal sense of it. He didn't bother using Kidō this time however, his eyes stared at the female for now before he watched her and decided to speak. Something soft and almost calming about his voice. Masamune was a puzzle of a man, he seemed rather young but it was something more about the young adult like male whom could seem to capture the attention of those whom looked closely enough. "You know, they will come again I can send you to a place where you can become strong..The choice is yours, you are welcome I did what I could for you." Masamune's sword remained sheathed he now rested it on his hip. Putting away his Violin into a case that would allow him to play it later. He was a fine muscian but this was his art. He smiled softly as he looked on now, observing the town with a sigh. He'd gotten a report not to long ago he was being put as a Vice Captain.

But it didn't matter to Masamune, Head Captain Yamamoto had erased his crime due to the dirty dealing that had happened to Shiro. Now all that was left for him was to see what this Captain had. Perhaps she would be one greater then anyone could imagine, only the future would hold the truth in this.

Masamune nodded softly as he took hold of the Sword for her, he observed her now as he held on to the weapon for the girl. He brought his Zanpakutō out getting ready to perform it for her. He seemed to be a nice person, so few knew about Masamune's inner demons. The man had done things that so many people wouldn't understand, he wondered what she would think about trusting a weapon to such a being as him. Masamune was young to most appearances and often didn't seem to show signs of being anything but a young Captain. His eyes of icy color seemed to remain focused as he performed the sending for the young female, she would join in Soul Society. The Devils Trim seemed to be the only fitting song to send her off too, Masamune remained silent. He picked up his violin now, getting ready to play as he smiled faintly. Beginning to play the song now as he let his fingers guide along on the path of the Devils Trim, the song so few could master and play with such skill. Masamune brought it forth as though a suit.

Though he was quiet at the moment of her sending, he played this melody for her. Masamune was known to some as perhaps one of the gifted Shinigami of his generation, he was fairly old but some of the current Captains were fierce and to some extent dangerous creatures whom didn't need naming. One was called Damien Soan or Crow, he'd founded his own clan making himself the first being that came into the true nature of things. Masamune had heard stories recently about the man's habits and drinking so he wasn't to impressed by the nature of things. But one thing was clear, this girl could become a Shinigami if she so desired. The trim echoed on, down the streets and through this place. The Down Town sound seemed to be drowned out by the melody of the Devil's Trim as he played the song, after this last one he would be exiting and heading to his Division where he had some report waiting for him. Masamune rarely did come here, but he spent a long time here just hiding from the facts.

The past felt like a memory that he and his beloved Zanpakutō would go through day after day for the future wouldn't let them rest on their heels, the future needed them. However briefly it was going to be. They would guide this future as the Trim continued onward. And the sky cleared, the stars in it almost able to be seen at this point in time.


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