Tamashii no Chikai; Bleach

TAMASHII NO CHIKAI
( arc i: night eternal )

Three years ago, I had a vision. A vision of an unequal
world, an unbalanced Soul Society, a world torn apart by
differences and fear. I guess one could say I saw the
future, but really it was less seeing it, and more of a
very lucky guess. It wasn't hard to read the Seireitei
then. At first it was gratefulness, because the biggest
menace the Seireitei has ever seen was finally defeated.
Who cared who killed him right? Because he was gone.

Then it became something else. That gratefulness changed
to resentment. I feared that the most, and I watched it
all happen over the course of two months. My name is
Tetsuya Hakai Shihoin, son of Seiji Shihoin and Mameha
Shiba. I never had it easy when I was younger, but I'd
never say I had it hard. Not until now. I've never thought
like this before; not so murderous and downright cruel. But
it can't be helped; I've sat by along the sidelines and
watched this go by for far too long. There is nothing that
can save the Seireitei now. They're lost too far in their
mistrust. I've seen it. The end of the world as we know it,
strife tearing the Shinigami asunder. The times have changed,
the winds have shifted. And with them, we must too.