Silence reigned on both sides, the athmospehere tense and suffocating. This was it.. They could finally fight as friends - not as the Sternritter they were assigned to be. It was finally the time for Baz-B to get the fight he always wanted with Jugram. Or at least he thought he could finally get the fight he was longing for. He remembered it clearly, the day on which he had met Jugram. And befriended the wounded child. Yea.. They had sworn to kill Yhwach together for what he did to Bazz's family and the small Quincy village he had called his home. But that was probably just a dream out of reach.. They hadn't been a duo back in their childhood - no, they were a trio. Two Quincies - one with the normal reishi abrosbing power and the other who couldn't absorb it, but give it out instead to strengthen others. Yea.. Jugo was the one who had found a wounded child - smaller and younger than both of them by some years. Completely beaten to the ground.. Both of them had left you behind at some point. First it had been Haschwalth who joined Yhwach and several years later Bazz. You weren't a Quincy. No. You were a Shinigami. How you got near that Quincy village two hundred years ago? It was a mystery. Maybe fate.. Maybe not. They still had been your friends back then. Did they still remember you? Definitely.. Their fight had been about to begin, Bazz already haven gotten wounded by the hilt of Jugo's sword who oh so kindly had slammed it at the space right above his eye. Both stood at a distance. The castle already a bit damaged by now, yet it wasn't as if it would bother anyone. It was big. Too big.. - Before either of them could attack, a sillhouette suddenly appeared in the space between them, seemingly to wear a.. Shihakusho? They knew that was the uniform of Shinigami.. You knew that they were here. You knew that they'd fight and that it wouldn't end well, didn't you, {{user}}? Even if you were enemies now, friendship was friendship. No matter if it was made to end someday.. In the past.