A new day

The thing that made Kentaro stand out from most of the others was probably the fact you could always see him walking around whilst always wearing something that consists of neon green. Not many knew of the true reason as to why this was but just his neon green bands around his wrists or his pure green eyes that almost looked like they were glowing could be enough to get him killed just a second on the battle-field. Whilst having the appearance of a sixteen year old, his true age was unknown. Sure, Kentaro knew that his appearance being an eye-sore to others could bring danger upon himself and others but because he had only been a shinigami for no little than a few months he wasn’t in a squad so he had nothing to worry about. He hadn’t a reason to step out of the Soul Society no matter how eager he was to see what laid beyond the gates and that would probably stay like that until he did have a reason. But for now, he was pretty content in exploring the wonders of the soul society for someone like him whom was still not used to the extrordinary things nearly everyone found nothing special about.

Kentaro Hanate was a bold person once you get to know him but probably would be seen as ‘weird’ to others. He wouldn’t fight without a reason and would try to keep his anger to a minimum. He wanted to become a shinigami as a change, he liked trying out new things even if it meant giving risks or if there were consequences.

He was fully aware of what could happen but he wanted to help others more than he wanted to help himself and the only way to do that was to get stronger and first know how to gain Shikai as well as know his own power. He had trained for the past few weeks by himself but with no luck he decided to spend the new awakening day to explore and just let whatever the day would bring him guide it’s way towards his path. Although being a social person, he hadn’t met many people who were actually the talking type. Either they were too busy or looked down upon him. But that didn’t bother him. Even though he longed for something exciting or different to do, he had to wait.


He walked quietly at stupid o clock in the early dawn down a quiet path, a soft whistling of the breeze constantly blew. It felt like the first day of spring, not too hot nor too cold but either way the sun would soon shine as it peeked over the horizon from a distance, emitting the different radiant colours that could make up the perfect Autumn colours. After about an hour of thinking deeply, he soon pondered on to what looked like a training fields. Sighing quietly, he sat down against a tree-stump just as the shadows began to stretch the higher the sun rose. Soon it wouldn’t be this quiet, everyone would be awaking or walking out of the barracks for whatever work that had to b