[6 months later]

I stand at attention and watch as the rookie Shinigami assemble. 2 days ago, they graduated and now the people that I requested are all here in neat lines, standing at attention. Gin, who is standing beside me, turns and says, "Do ya want me ta scare 'em a bit?" I cast him a nasty glare before turning back to my new members.

"Welcome to the 3rd Company. You that are standing before me today can only mean one thing only. You survived this far and were able to become Shinigami. You are now soldiers for the frontline of a war that's always been and will be. Take a good look at the people around you because 10% of you will survive the first decade in pure luck. 20% of you actually have the skill to become a Shinigami worthy of the name. 15% of you were born underdogs that managed to claw your way to the top and will still drag yourself forward. 5% of you are hey just to abuse the name and privileges of a Shinigami and I will weed you out of here within 3 years. 50% of you will be dead within the next 20 years." There's a harsh murmur that went through the crowd.

"So remember these faces before you today! Find peace that you were able to make it to the place you're at now! You have acheived a dream not many can forfil but you had the strength and courage to take the first step forward! And I, as your commanding Captain, will do by best to guard you to a place higher than this! We are the Shinigami's to be proud of! Now it is time to step up our act and become legends!" There was a roar of approval before everyone began to file out, excited by my speech.

"Nice touch, senseiii~"

"Like you could do better," I challenged. He doesn't say anything cause suddenly there's a tall but young male running up to me.

"Captain Diabolos! I'm reading to be tested!" I instantly recognize the black hair and hawk eyes.

"Are you sure Hisagi-san?" He nods enthusiastically. I grin but ask, "Was Toushiro Hitsugaya able to graduate with your class?" He furrows his eyesbrows but nods his head. I close my eyes to sense his reiatsu. When I do, I start walking over to the 10th Company division. Hisagi and Gin follow after me. i never really involve myself with the other Captains. My fault really for not wanting to be pulled into their games of competion. It just doesn't really interest me in putting my Company into a competitive position when I could be whipping my Company to be the best they can be. As I walk through 10th Company District, 2 unseated officers decide to stop me.

"Halt! What business do you have here?" One tries to command me. I narrow my eyes before flaring my reiatsu, announcing my presence and authority. One of the 10th company members instantly falls to the ground. The other just quivers and looks slightly sick.

"On what authority do you have to question me? I have no qualms with the 10th Company and am not a person to raise a quarrel myself. Now if you'll excuse me men, I have some business to tend to," I say as I brush past them. I lower down my reiatsu and feel satisfaction when I sense the faint responsive flare of ice coming from Toushiro. But of course, the 10th Company Captain answers my greating first, the infamous Captain Kurosaki.The man was tall, overly buff, with a scruffy beard and short spiky black hair. His Captain haori was tied to his shoulder and he looked about ready for a fight.

"You enter my district and issue a challenge? I didn't take you to be a rash Captain, Diabolos-san."

"I'm not here to issue a challenge Captain Kurosaki. I'm here only to check up on someone and these 2 unseated officers questioned me," I explained.

"So who are you looking for?"

"Toushiro Hitsugaya. He's a rookie for your squad this year." An eyebrow raises in question. I didn't have to look any furhter because Toushiro soon runs up to me, Hyourinmaru strapped to his back and in a new Shinigami uniform.

"Captain Diabolos!" he bows in respect.

"Good evening Hitsugaya-san. I was wondering if you're still interested in being tested?" I say. i could sense the surprise rolling off Kurosaki-san's aura but ignore it. Toushiro smiles brightly.

"Yes!" I turned to Toushiro's Captain.

"You wouldn't mind?" He shook his head and we made our way to a training ground outside of the walls of Seireitei.

"Draw your swords," I order. I unsheathe Michael and give both Toushiro and Hisagi a fair warning.

"Stay on guard. Don't blink. You are only to block me. I will only swing once. If you can't hold your ground, then you're not ready for my training. It'll be a quick test. Are you ready?" They both raise their zanpakutoto defense. I slowly raise my reiatsu up, testing their control. They raise their reiatsu in response to my own. When I was ready, I attack Toushiro first.

I concentrated every once of reiatsu into my blade and do a simple downward thrust. On contact, the ground craters under Toushiro but he doesn't lose focus. Our zanpuktou sparks against each other and sizzles. Slowly, I allow Michael to heat up, the blade turning cherry red. In response, Hyourinmaru steams with the cold and lightning starts dancing around. He's able to defend against my blade. I smile before turning to Hisagi.

I launch a simple downward swing like I did to Toushiro. My blade was already heated up but I was surprised by the nature of his blade. His zanpuktou was...bloodthirsty. He was obviously struggling to control his own reiatsu and not to excite his zanpakuto but Michael just flared up with power, drawing a challenge. I leaped backwards before barking orders.

"Hisagi! Release your shikia!" He looked scared for a moment but does what I say. What I say was both beautiful and terrorfying. The chained quadruple scyths in his hands held the meaning of Shinigami; death. It looked like it was ready to sever the entire world. I attack again, releasing alot of my reiatsu to meet the challenge this battle-lusting blade called. Instantly, his blades were broken and hisagi was gasping for breath. I sheathed Michael and lowered my reiatsu.

"Hisagi, I'm sorry but I will not take you as my student. I know someone even better who can help with your zanputkou. Toushiro Hitsugaya, I am pleased to say that you are elligible to become my student. Do you accept this offer?" His face brightens and he nodded his head in confirmation.

"Training will start tomorrow at 6:00. I will not accept tardiness and I will serverly punish you if you waste my time. Hisagi, follow me. I'll intorduce you to someone who might train you." Hisagi stands up and seals his zanpuktou. I look back at Toushiro and motion for him to follow.

"Gin, go back to the 3rd Company District and make sure none of our rookies started anything. If so, then punish them accordingly. I will not tolerate any foolishness when in uniform." Gin smiles his odd smile before flashstepping away.

"Captain, is my zanpakuto that bad?" I looked at Hisagi. He was looking down at the ground, a look of fear in his eyes.

"No. The only reason why I decided not to personally train you is because your zanpakuto and my training method will not benefit you. I teach my students to fight for the right to be proud. With your zanpakuto, you'll first have to learn humility and control. One day I'll be happy to have a sparring session with you but the best way to learn is under the tutelage of Captain Tousen," I say as I walk into 9th Company Grounds.

"A-A C-C-Captain!?"

"What's the problem?" I ask. walk towards the office while Hisagi and Toushiro followed me.

"Do you really think I could train under a Captain?"

"You were able to block my blade, Hisagi. Even if I was using 5% of my usual strength, that is a promising start." I knock on his office door and waited for the signal to come in. When I do, I enter the room and try not to snarl in his face. I don't particularly like Tousen but I don't nessessarily hate him.

"Captain Tousen, I don't mean to intrude but I would like to request your tutelage for someon I believe shows promise." I pushed Hisagi forward. Hisagi bows respectfully.

"Why should I train him? Aren't you the better teacher?"

"I may be the better teacher but I believe the boy will be better receptive towards you than me. He needs a teacher who can teach him control over unneeded impulses and you and I both know how well I am at that," I say, hinting towards the fact that I almost cut him in half during one of my 'impulses'. His blind eyes narrow, taking the hint, but he doesn't rise to the bait.

"I'll take him, but hopefully I don't regret it."

"If he causes you greif, send him back to me. I'll teach him respect faster than he could scream for uncle." I turned around and headed back to my Company Grounds. when I'm about halfway to my Company, I turned around to look at Toushiro in the eye.

"I'm going to tell you my training program. Every morning from 6-9 is with me. 30 minutes mediation before we go into hand-to-hand-combat, swordsmanship, shikia training, kido training, healing kido training, before going back to meditation to close it out. I might bring in a few people to help you train and to spar with us. I expect that your keep up in your Shinigami duties and if I hear that you've been rebellious in any way, I will punish you. You will call me Diabolos-sensei from now on and I expect nothing but seriousness in training. If you dare play around, I will cut you down. Am I understood?" He saluted me.

"Yes Diabolos-sensei!" I smiled fondly before ruffling his hair.

"You're a good kid Toushiro. Respect yourself and soon, people will come to respect you." He shoved my hand away with a crossed look on his face. I chuckled.

"If you keep looking at me like that you'll never get a girlfriend," I wagged my pointer finger at his face. He blushed a deep red which I found adorable.

"Who says I even want a girlfriend?!" I know he meant that he's not looking for a girlfriend now, but teasing him is so fun.

"So a boyfriend then? Still, how are you gonna get the cute guys if you're always looking so mean?" His face turned so red, the roots of his hair turned pink.

"NO! I'm not looking to date anybody!" His anger reminded me of an angry chiwuawa. Those things will viciously attack you but they look so cute doing it.

"You little heartbreaker! I can just imagine all those girls just crying their little feelings out right now. You're so cold," I teased. The look on his face changed. It was like a flinch except even worse. It was like he curled up around himself for protection. I stopped teasing him and put a ahnd on his shoulder.

"Toushiro Hitsugaya. I don't know you that well yet but I can tell you this, If anyone were to judge you just because of your appearance then you have my permission to cut them down. Don't kill them cause I don't know if I can pull you out of that mess but injure them."

"Diabolos-sensei?" I took my hand off his shoulder and turned away from him.

"Those that mock you are weak and insecure. Don't let their actions define who you are. Your name means winter lion. I think it's time to live up to that name." I started walking away. Toushiro doesn't move until I'm about 15 feet away.

"Diabolos-sensei! Where are you going?" He runs up beside me.

"I'm going to go train myself."

"Can I go with you?" I snap my head towards Toushiro.

"No."

"Why not?" He asked. I stop and looked him straight in the eye.

"There are somethings that I will never expose you to. My bankia is one of them." His eyes widened and I looked away for a secound. Another thing I'll never expose him to is Aizen's plans. I couldn't protect Tristan, but I sure as damn will protect Toushiro. If Aizen even touches Toushiro, I will chop off every finger as slowly as possible and force him to eat it. I walked away from Toushiro, heading straight towards the cliffs.

"Go back to your Company. I expect you to be at Training Grounds 24 by 6 tomorrow morning." I flashstepped away, retreating to the cliff side where I've been training for my zanpakuto. When I arrived, I released my reiatsu control and let it be made and flow freely. The tips of every blade of grass was burning with a red flame, the white smoke rising into the air. I unsheathed Michael.

"Michael, materialize," I called out. The white smoke of the grass began to funnel into one column. When the smoke cleared, there stood Michael, called into being. It was strange not to see him surrounded by rising flames but green nature looked good around him.

"Are you ready Agito?" he says. His wings, 6 in all, made of a mixture of the puriest gold, silver, and bronze feathers. Flickers of flames yawned over the feathers before disappearing. The wings stretched out, 12 feet of pure power rippled through the air and burning the grass around him. It was awe inspiring, but I can't afford to be in awe now. The power to pronouce war against Satan himself, I have to fight against it. I have to fight to conquer the power of the apocolypse.

Am I ready to fight it? Probably not. Do I want to challenge the representation of an Archangel? Hell to the fucking no. But will I still do it? Yes. Do I plan to win? Of course. Not because I want to, but because I have to.

"What is your resolve?" he asked me. I took a stance and prepared a fight against wills.

"When I attack, I will kill. I will kill you, not because I think I can, but because I know I can," I say. Michael smiles.

"Good."