The wind was cold as it made his silver hair whip about his face as it passed all about him. The moon hung in the sky as if hanging on nothing. His crimson eyes gazed towards the city's entrance and knew that one day he will be leaving this village bearing the village's insignia. One day he would carry the village upon his back as it were like those before him and he would use his abilities to defend it. Bankai sat up from the ledge of the building upon which he was sitting as his thoughts ruffled in his mind just as his clothing moved in the wind; untamed and unpredictable. He knew for sure that it was after midnight by now with the moon a little way off from the dead center as it slowly made its decent for morning.