Kenji was a rookie by many accounts, a new guy, but little got him down. The Academy grounds were bustling with people just like him; those who’d passed the entrance exam and got through without any hiccups. Kenji was young with spiked black hair and aqua green eyes and wore the normal academy uniform of white and blue with his zanpakuto strapped to his back. “Hey, kid! You’re in our spot,” Said a burly individual with a strangely crooked nose and big muscles. “Move it!” Kenji stirred slightly before scowling. Next Story > What Lies Beneath The Surface