Meanwhile, the "mysterious and ominous individual," as dubbed by the U.A. teachers, lay flat on his bed, one hand behind his head, the other drumming against the frame in boredom.
"Tsk." A frown dominated my rugged face. "What's taking so long? It wasn't even that major of an event." I grumbled.
As if in response, the system finally kicked in.
[Rewards calculated. For witnessing a minor event, the Host is awarded: Zanpakutō (Sealed).]
That caught my attention. My brows raised — only slightly. "A Zanpakutō, huh? From that event?" I muttered.
Even before I could get up, the weapon began forming midair — suspended above me in glowing fragments of steel and shadow. Learning from last time, I reached up and grabbed it the moment it solidified.
As my hand wrapped around the hilt, a system window appeared.
Zanpakutō — (Name Unrevealed)
Its name has yet to be spoken.The spirit remains silent, watching.
The blade is a nodachi, longer than a standard katana — designed not for graceful duels, but for sweeping, brutal cuts. It rests in a midnight-blue lacquered scabbard, appearing nearly black in most light.
Its guard is shaped like a broken halo — one side jagged, the other pristine, like a reflection of internal conflict.
The hilt is bound in gray-black cloth, streaked with silver threads in vein-like patterns. It ends in a scratched iron cap — aged in appearance, though to Kensou, it is entirely new.
The blade itself gleams unnaturally bright, unnerving in its clarity — yet, in moments of tension, it dims, as though absorbing light… preparing to vanish or strike without warning.
It does not hum. It does not whisper.It simply waits.
Unlike Yurei's warm presence, the Zanpakutō feels... old. Not in age — but in intention. Heavy. Cold. Alive.
"I was worried you'd be hard to connect with..." I murmured.
A grin spread across my face."But I think we'll get along just fine."
??? POV
In a frozen inner world, a throne of glass and steel stood in a dead, silent battlefield. A faceless figure in white sat unmoving, cloak draped like fog.
It did not speak.
But it watched.
And it waited — for Kensou to ask the right question.
Kensou POV
"It feels wrong to keep you locked in the inventory…" I muttered, inspecting the nodachi.
"But how the hell do I carry you around in this day and age?" I frowned. "You're cool — easily one of the coolest weapons I could get — but practical? Not even slightly."
Still, I smirked."Won't stop me though."
Just as I went to rest the sword beside my bed, a notification pinged.
I waited, expecting the system window.
[...;; Host, that was your phone.]
"…"
Yurei snickered on my chest.
"I knew that. I was just... too lazy to pick it up."
Even I didn't believe that one.
I glanced at the screen. A message from Mirko.
Where are you, punk?
"...5:01 PM, huh?"
I smirked. "Can't even wait a full minute, huh?"
Replying quickly, I hoisted Yurei to my left shoulder and slung the nodachi over my right. I vanished from the apartment.
A Few Minutes Later – Sendai
I arrived at the usual clearing, greeted immediately by Mirko's glare.
"Where were you? Why're you late?" she demanded, arms crossed, bouncing on her heels in anticipation.
My response? A smirk of mock disdain.
She charged without hesitation — eyes locked on me, not even noticing the massive weapon on my back.
Yurei had already jumped off, taking her usual perch in the shade.
I considered drawing the blade.But immediately dismissed the idea.
'She's grown stronger, sure. But not enough.'
Even now, just holding the nodachi, I felt it — instincts rising, dozens of ways to draw, dozens more to kill.
'Yeah. Not yet.'
But I didn't need the blade.Not fully.
"This'll do," I murmured, gripping the sheathed sword and swinging it sideways just as she came within range.
She only realized I wasn't bare-handed when the scabbard was already brushing air in front of her face.
The blade's reach — 110 cm, the hilt 30 cm, and my natural range around 250 cm — made even Mirko hesitate.
She ducked under the swing, landing back with a grin.
"Since when do you use a sword?"
I returned her grin."It's a nodachi."
She rolled her eyes, gave up on conversation, and lunged again — this time more calculated.
I swung down diagonally, deliberately slow — a test.
She answered with a confident kick. Her goal? Break the scabbard. She smirked, expecting the blow to shatter it.
"Cute," I drawled.
Her foot met the scabbard. And her smile vanished.
A heartbeat later, I twisted — and the blunt steel slammed into her side, sending her skidding across the clearing.
"That's what you get for getting cocky," I called, amused.
She said nothing, just pushed herself up with a scowl.
Some Time Later
Mirko lay flat on the ground, chest rising and falling with each breath. I stood nearby, nodachi over my shoulder, Yurei back on my left.
"So… you gonna tell me why you were late?" she asked between breaths.
I tilted my head. "Hmm. Does it matter?"
"Not really."
I blinked.Mirko making idle conversation? Now that was new.
"I was at U.A."
She raised an eyebrow. "U.A.? Why?"
I pondered my reply."Snuck in. Reason won't interest you."
Her frown deepened. "You snuck in? Isn't that place supposed to be secure?"
I smirked. "Doesn't apply to me."
She scoffed. "Punk…"
"Anyway. We done for today?"
"Yeah. We're done, you jerk."
As I turned to leave, I caught her still watching me — something quiet and unfamiliar in her eyes.
2 Months Later – U.A. Rooftop
I sat perched in the same place I had during the entrance exam, Yurei curled in my lap.
"Hmm… I doubt I'll get a reward this time. But hey, not like I have anything better to do," I murmured.
"You know, Yurei… I feel like Giovanni with his Persian right now."
Yurei snorted.
We didn't have to wait long.
There — amid the gathering of press, a figure moved through the crowd. Gray-blue hair. Bloodshot eyes. Pale skin like he hadn't seen sunlight in weeks.
Shigaraki Tomura.
He stalked toward the gate.
"Reporters really are blind," I mused.
Shigaraki touched the gate.
It crumbled.
And the press?They didn't notice.They cheered and stormed inside.
Inside, alarms screamed. The school locked down. Panic erupted.
'Tsk. I get most of them aren't in the hero course, but grow a damn spine.'
Soon, Eraser Head and Present Mic were dispatched to deal with the chaos.
'They sent Aizawa for this?' I chuckled.
I refocused. Up in the hall, I sensed Iida being launched past the crowd, his practiced voice delivering his moment of glory.
"And there it is… the grand reveal of emergency-exit Iida," I drawled.
"System?"
[This event is not significant enough to warrant a reward. However, the Host's next reward will receive a slight quality boost.]
"Well… fair enough."
Just as I stood to leave, I felt it — a gaze, focused and sharp.
My eyes dropped down.
Eraser Head.
He was staring right at me.
I smirked and turned my back, walking away with my usual swagger.
"I love causing problems," I muttered, grin widening.