Invincible Kyōka Suigetsu
Shimiya Kiga was on his way to the execution ground. He bitterly regretted killing his father and his friend while drunk.
Of course, he did not regret the murders. He regretted not fleeing the moment he had killed them.
When he heard he had been sentenced to death, his world collapsed. I was only drunk! I know I was wrong, but couldn't you make an exception? You high-and-mighty bastards, do you care so little about the lives of us Soul Reapers?
I'm talented enough to become an elite Soul Reaper, and you're making me die for a few worthless people and an old man? This is ridiculous.
I could still kill so many Hollows. I could save so many lives. Why would someone like me be sentenced to death?
How can Soul Society's laws be this absurd? Besides, I'm a noble! Laws don't apply to nobles, do they?
Shimiya Kiga had shouted all of this earlier, hoping the Staff Department would reduce his sentence. Even imprisonment would have been better.
But why had those people looked at him as if he were scum? All I did was kill my father. I just wanted some money to spend. What did I do wrong? Didn't he bring me into this world so he could support me?
Shimiya Kiga roared his outrage. All he got in return was a beating.
"Be quiet. If you want to be executed on the spot, I can make that happen," the Executioner said coldly.
When this Soul Reaper had first become an Executioner, he had been a little frightened. Then he learned what the condemned Soul Reapers had done. Hah. Scum like them deserved to die.
Shimiya Kiga edged closer and whispered into the Executioner's ear, "Let me go. I've hidden a lot of