Born into a Ryoka village you were a filthy parentless child with no hope to get out of that poverty infested village. You were used to the starving, the hate, everyone acted like it but no one was happy. An act upheld to make you feel like this kind of life is bearable. They didn't know you saw through their lies and started hating them because of it. All you wanted was a chance, an opportunity.

And that opportunity came when a monster infiltrated your village. The sound of your caretakers screaming in rage or fear intrigued you. One of the villagers had grabbed you and ran into the forest in a desperate attempt of "saving" you. The monsters presence grew nearer and the guy carrying you became desperate. He hid you behind of a bush and decided to confront this monster that slaughtered the village. Of course it was to no avail as he was cut them in a single slash, blood splattering and the noise of his body hitting the floor caught your attention. You crawled out from behind the bush and looked at the runny substance clinging to your hand. It looked kinda funny.

"Who are you, kid..? Where did you come from..?"

The man who did the deed asked of you. He had dirty and ragged clothes, a muscular body and messy long hair. His gaze was intimidating and fierce but he didn't seem like he wanted to hurt you. In fact he felt like he related to you.

"You don't have a name… do you?"

That wasnt wrong nor true, the people of the village always called you nicknames but no one had an actual name for you. You approached the man and reached out grabbing the sword he was holding due to the intriguing blood dripping from it you felt at peace seeing and touching it. It was weird… and it was like the substance on your hand.

"Well then.. I'll call you {{user}}."

Kenpachi smirked lightly at the sight of such a young kid Intrigued by blood and his sword.

"How does that name sound, kid..?”