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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 12:20 am
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_________________T H E XX P A S T_________________
From the beginning of the days, everything was at ease. Slowly but surely buildings were made and shinigami evolved. Peace wasn't just a theory, it was life. It was always life. The Gotei was made at a shy young age of 900. The whole purpose of the Gotei 13 was rather... vague... Vague meaning nearly every division had no real purpose. At this point in life, all anyone had to worry about was low like hollows in the outskirts of towns that attempted to creep in. There was very little action in the Human Realm as of yet. The people, who currently had a say in every action, spoke to Central 46.
At 1000 years, it was understood that the Gotei 13 was useless. There was peace! Why would we need to have an army? Just whom were we fighting? It seemed futile to place efforts on a massive complex of some sort of military despite no need for me. It was decided, by the people, to disband the Gotei 13. Despite the outcry from the Gotei as well as Central 46, Gotei was no more.
Quickly and precisely things turned sour. The days of peace was over. Like the sudden change in the wind, peace turned to decay. The onslaught of hollows penetrated the city limits. The Human Realm seemed to be struggling just as much. The Gotei? Remained silent. Perhaps it was payback. However, it should be noted that the original Gotei 13 had no passion or will. They simply followed tasks so when removed from their ranks, why would they join back up? The people didn't want them. The people still believed the Gotei wasn't necessary. All these attacks were simply minor inconveniences, despite the mortality rate rising incredibly.
1000 years went by as death, decay and destruction were the trinities of the Soul Society. A strange sensation had begun. Something was brewing elsewhere, unknown to the Shinigami eyes. Hollows had invaded and taken over all of the outer limits. The rich remained behind their ivory doors, protected by thick, well-structured walls that circled around the Seireitei. The poor souls that remained outside these walls were struggling. It was a daily occurrence to see a hollow mangle and torture a soul.
The people needed a hero.
From the ashes, they rise. A newly formed group called the disbanded had emerged. These brave souls were the soul and fight for the Gotei, the Shinigami, the rich, the poor, the people. These characters were strong like none had seen before. All new faces however old souls. The disbanded brought order and structure to the rukongai. They sought out and slaughtered hollows every which way. As their power increased, mentally, physically, and in popularity, it was evident what needed to be done.
The Gotei must rise. And rise they did. 300 more years and Central 46 implemented the Gotei 13 once more. However, rules were changed, modified, perfected. The leader of the disbanded, a strong, caring, intelligent, and ever intense women became what is now called the Captain Commander.
The year is now 3700. The Gotei is strong and ever present. Peace and order have regained once more.
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