Writer's Block: Use Your Power
Often times, the people I know who have no power beyond the natural human ability speak of how much they wished for a "super power" or to be able to do one thing or another that they'll never achieve. I don't pretend to understand it.
Having some form of power is a constant burden. It draws attackers, putting yourself and those close to you in danger. One must constantly wonder if they are strong enough, skilled enough, or just lucky enough to defeat their opponent. Because of this, one is constantly forced to hone their skill and and strive to become as powerful as they can. Then a plateau is reached. You cannot obtain any more power through your own physical means. Perhaps this is where some men turn rogue or evil, and use unfit, cowardly, or reckless methods to obtain what they believe is ultimate power.
But for those I know with spiritual power, the shinigami, the few of us in Karakura with powers of our own, like Orihime-kun and I, these burdens mean nothing. We have power for a reason. We protect because we have to, but mostly, because we want to. Even we are pulled into unseen wars. We are like soldiers, with no choice but to fight, protect, and serve, but if I were to be reincarnated at the end of this life and had the opportunity to live the same life over again as a normal, powerless human, I would decline. I could never turn my back knowing what I know and seeing what I've seen. I want to be strong and protect everyone. I don't want to be the hero, I just want to do what is needed.
I have trained until reaching my own physical limits, until nearing death. My body is riddled with scars, both from battle and my own training and practice. Even I can admit that there have been times where my skill as a Quincy was not enough, and I was only lucky to survive. But I have never regretted a single moment. I hope that when I die, I die fighting as a Quincy to protect what is right and life for everyone. I feel tremendous pride for my heritage and the skills I have learned.
I spent Christmas morning at my Sensei's grave. The rest of the day was spent training. For me, that is what should be done and what is most important on a day allegedly dedicated to family and being joyful. Nothing brings me more joy than being a Quincy, being the strongest, and being the last in line.
Having some form of power is a constant burden. It draws attackers, putting yourself and those close to you in danger. One must constantly wonder if they are strong enough, skilled enough, or just lucky enough to defeat their opponent. Because of this, one is constantly forced to hone their skill and and strive to become as powerful as they can. Then a plateau is reached. You cannot obtain any more power through your own physical means. Perhaps this is where some men turn rogue or evil, and use unfit, cowardly, or reckless methods to obtain what they believe is ultimate power.
But for those I know with spiritual power, the shinigami, the few of us in Karakura with powers of our own, like Orihime-kun and I, these burdens mean nothing. We have power for a reason. We protect because we have to, but mostly, because we want to. Even we are pulled into unseen wars. We are like soldiers, with no choice but to fight, protect, and serve, but if I were to be reincarnated at the end of this life and had the opportunity to live the same life over again as a normal, powerless human, I would decline. I could never turn my back knowing what I know and seeing what I've seen. I want to be strong and protect everyone. I don't want to be the hero, I just want to do what is needed.
I have trained until reaching my own physical limits, until nearing death. My body is riddled with scars, both from battle and my own training and practice. Even I can admit that there have been times where my skill as a Quincy was not enough, and I was only lucky to survive. But I have never regretted a single moment. I hope that when I die, I die fighting as a Quincy to protect what is right and life for everyone. I feel tremendous pride for my heritage and the skills I have learned.
I spent Christmas morning at my Sensei's grave. The rest of the day was spent training. For me, that is what should be done and what is most important on a day allegedly dedicated to family and being joyful. Nothing brings me more joy than being a Quincy, being the strongest, and being the last in line.