Unknown POV
I walked aimlessly without much purpose.
My eyes glanced up towards the sky seeing nothing but ash drifting around me.
Cursed flames surrounded me, yet it could not touch me for I did not have a human body. Rather I was but a spirit of some sort that has been on this plane since I first woke up five years ago in some random forest.
I remember trying to recall who or what I was, but most of my memories were simply lost to me.
When I first arrived here I remembered walking around some sort of advanced civilizations.
I tried to receive aid from them but received none for I was just a mere specter, a ghost that hadn't passed onto whatever afterlife there was.
I spent the rest of these five years simply wandering aimlessly observing those around me until I came across this large, cursed wildfire.
I felt like something had guided me here.
I do not know whether it was my instinct or if it was some string that was given out by fate but either way, I followed it in hopes that I may find some sort of answer.
"How annoying," I remarked, swiping my hand away disintegrating the incoming cursed spirit with a wave of black fire.
I continued my walk forward only to be disappointed, for I could only see death. My eyes softened in sympathy or was it perhaps a pity? I didn't know either way I kept walking until I came across a red-haired child who had collapsed on a pile of rubble.
I walked over to the boy standing in front of him "...how sad to keep on walking through this hell only to fall at the very end," I said with a narrowed look knowing the boy couldn't hear me and yet to my surprise though the boy makes eye contact with me "a-are you a Shinigami?" he asked.
My eyes widen "y-you can see me?" I stuttered out rather than responding to his odd question, the boy weakly nodded.
I glanced down in thought "I see now perhaps I was correct when I thought something was guiding me here...tell me boy do you wish to live?" I questioned keeling down closely to him.
The boy looks at me searching for something in my empty eyes.
Slowly the boy coughed out a manageable response "y-yes,"
I nod placing my bandaged hand on top of his chest "then from this point on you and I are partners. I look forward to seeing what we will do in the future," I respond with some small bit of excitement for the first time in five years.
Slowly a bright crimson, black aura exploded out from me destroying my current form.
When the process was complete a medium sized crimson, black sphere was left hovering for a moment until it entered the boy's chest granting said boy enough energy to move himself from the rubble but not enough to completely make it out by himself.
Yet through the machinations of fate another man had found the boy saving him while finding salvation at the same time.
When I open my eyes once more, I am greeted by the sight of a gray deserted land without any life in sight.
The sky which was normally blue was now completely black "so the transfer was complete looks like the boy is currently unconscious right now...hmm what is this?" I questioned seeing a bright golden sheath which soon exploded revealing an endless land similar to the one I was standing in.
Only except instead of an infinite land of pure gray it was a normal brown desert like land, the sky was filled with a number of clouds, gears of great sizes stood chained together in the sky, and lastly the sun shone so brightly that I had to squint my eyes for a moment just to gaze at the hill up ahead where I could see the same beautifully crafted sheath stabbed on top of the hill.
Curiosity took the betterment of me when I began to leave my side of my mindscape and into the boy's.
I had expected some mental resistance but was surprised to find none.
My bare feet touched the golden-brown ground.
It was rough and course I ignored it though wanting to inspect the sheath up ahead.
With this goal in my mind, I began walking straight.
The wind blew gently across my face, blowing my long black hair black while the torn black Shihakusho I wore danced around in the air.
Sand would occasionally make its way towards me but placing my right bandaged covered hand across my face was enough to protect my face and eyes.
When I finally made it to the top of the hill, I uncovered my face to inspect the buried sheath.
My eyes scanned the outside admiring the design gently I placed my right hand on the sheath's surface.
I glided my fingers down to fully feel it out my eyes close.
My mind received the blueprint of the weapon, complete understanding of its abilities, and of course identified that the sheath had no soul or consciousness of its own.
The sheath began to glow in my grip and to my shock the scenery changed to a bloodied hill filled with nothing but dead bodies and swords.
I looked around in interest, spotting multiple glowing orbs emanating from the dead corpse's chests.
Going to each body I touched each and every one of them making them disappear.
My eyes closed in contemplation.
I instinctively understood what it was I had just done now.
I had taken in the souls of those who had died, stripped them of their memories and conscious sending them away to something called Akasha.
Leaving behind materials to forge something called a soul weapon or otherwise called zanpakuto.
Did I feel bad for what I had done? No I did not because I wasn't human, I was something else of that I am certain of.
For even in my five years of solitude I felt absolutely nothing or to simply put it I didn't have a heart something all humans possessed.
It is thanks to the heart that humans are able to feel things like morality and compassion.
I closed my eyes for a moment until I heard the sounds of someone sobbing loudly.
Raising a brow I began to walk towards the source of the unknown cry.
I climbed up the hill of bodies without a care in the world until I finally made it to the top where I came face to face with a petite blond-haired woman whose green eyes were currently filled with tears.
My face scrunches up a bit at the sight of her crying "why is it that you cry so agonizingly? Is it for those that have died on this battlefield or maybe it is because of something else that I am not aware of?" I questioned out loud.
The woman swiftly perked up "w-who said that! show yourself," she shouted.
"Can you perhaps hear me if you cannot see me?" I muttered with intrigue only to be disappointed when she kept shouting for me to reveal myself.
I shook my head in disappointment "I suppose that boy was the only exception...how cruel," I said with disappointment and with that I began to walk away disappearing back to the lone golden brown hill.
I stepped back from the scabbard "hey it's you the man from before," came the voice of the boy.
Ah it seems the boy had regained enough conscious to wake up in our shared mindscape I thought turning to face the boy who could possibly aid me in finding out my identity and purpose "...hello there child,"
-end of chapter one-
Looks: Exactly like Mugetsu from Bleach.