Rukongai district 84, on the outskirts in the woods lies a bandits camp site. Normally the voracious sounds of them cheering and celebrating after another successful raid on the nearby defencless settlements echoes throughout the woods. However today there is nothing but silence. A lone man garbed in blood stained rags weilding a sword also drenched blood stands amongst a pile of sliced and cut up corpses. He stands there alone, breathing steadily as he looks in a single direction for what seems like an age, brushing back his long unkempt hair with his free hair he begins to leave this now graveyard.
"What a waste of my time..." He grumbles to himself in a cold heartless sort of voice. It is the future 6th Divison Captain and Vizard Hanzo Mifune but for now he is nothing more than a wandering soul., with no real direction or purpose in life or in this case his after life.

A little girl that looks about the age of 9 runs deep into district 84 passing the bandits camp site. She had no shoes and just wore an old yukata with a hakama that went up to her knees. She was being chased by a man much larger than her wielding a butchers knife. When just about to disappear into the dark she tripped on a root of a large tree. Covering her face she screamed.

Hanzo's eyes glance at the young girl running away from the large man weilding the butchers knife. In an instant he jumps at him and slices him up with a quick flick of his blade as the girl screams in terror.

"Disgusting..." he sighs as he wipes the blood off his rusty blade with his sleeve "Hey are you alright child?"

She looks up at the man and nods. "Thanks, are you a shinigami?" She says pointing at he's sword with a smiling face even though she could have died just now.

"I have no interest in those people" He looks down on her with an emotionless expression on his face "They disregard these poor innocent souls who end up in this place, brush them aside as if they were dirt, someone needs to protect these people"

Putting his hand out to help her up he tries to smile but its obviously a forced one "Whats your name child?"

She takes the hand and gets up and brushs the dirt of her clothes, "Don't have one, most people call me a pest but that name doesn't sound very nice. What about you mister you have a name?"

"A pest eh?" Hanzo holds his sword in front of her face and grins evily "If your causing trouble for the people round here i may have to cut you up right here"

Quickly relising his sense of humor may be a bit rusty after all these years alone he coughs and puts away his blade

"My name is Hanzo, nameless child, do you have a home to go back to?"

"Nice to meet Hanzo-san" She slowely walks over to the dead body and looks at it, "a home? nah, that's for rich folk, I'm not rich so I sleep here and there." Her face looks lonely but not exactly sad.

Thinking to himself for a moment Hanzo sighs as he walks up to her and puts his hand on her shoulder

"Get away from that..."

He looks at her and sighs

"What am i going to do with you? I can't just abandon you in this dog eat dog district"

"Around here yeah it's kill or be killed, where are you gonna go mister?" She asked looking up at him with curious eyes