Every thing went back normal after my birthday. I played several pranks with my portable hole, and it turns out that trapped lightning makes a great lantern. I still practiced religiously with my sword, but with no one to fight, I didn't have much use for it. I loved the ring that Kuchiki gave me, but I had no idea if it had any abilities or not. And as I went back to training, my voices began to speak less and less. At first it puzzled me, but then I realized that it was because I was leading a semi-normal life.


And then they came. Just after lunch, a rumble passed through the house. I was at the window in an instant. The thirty, a mix of all the classes, marched towards the house. And in the back were three that didn't match any of the classes.Their magic was unlike any I'd ever seen. It was dispersed over their entire body, and shimmered like a billion tiny flames. It hit me. They were knock-offs of me. I had no idea what they were capable of, and I had to be careful.


I was out of the door with my sword moving at a 350 mile an hour dead sprint, and I took out the first six attackers with my first swing. I could feel Death growing closer to the front of my mind, and I knew his power could overwhelm me at any moment if I wasn't careful. I hacked and slashed through the enemies. Suddenly, a ring formed around me. Launching numerous missiles simultaneously, my shield reflected the attacks, but I feel its strength waining. Apparently my shield wasn't impervious. The reflected missiles took out some more of the men, but I noticed that the three mysteries were still holding out. I decided to say hello.
I swung up, dropping my knee to cut under then up through his defences. He was fast, and manged to dodge almost all of my uppercut. When my sword hit his skin, the sword shattered. I threw the remaining three-fourths of the sword up in to the air. I knew that his shield couldn't hold up forever, and I began to barrage him with my fists. I found out after three punches that while his skin rivaled mine, his bones were normal. He crumpled to the ground, dead. Apparently he couldn't heal like me either. As the second launched himself at me, I spun and grabbed his arm, flipping him over. I threw him to the ground, and before he could move, my sword pierced his heart. I yanked and twisted, pulling my blade from his limp corpse. The third swung his fist at me, but I dodged and raked his stomach with the jagged edge of my blade. The thick red line disappeared rapidly. He swung his hand towards my face, raking a long, deep line across my eye. With my shield down, I couldn't stop his hand. The cut went from my forehead to my chin, splitting my eyelid. I clasped my hand to my face, clenching the skin together. I pulled my hand away from the cut a secong later, and even though the cut was fully healed, I knew that that I had a huge scar across my face. Before he had time to attack again, I slashed again, cutting a ragged welt over his heart. Stabbing my sword into the earth, I sprung. I pulled the gash open, ripping open his ribcage. I pulled out the man's beating heart. I turned to the remaining warlocks who were still fighting my friends. I raised the man's still beating heart above my head, and shouted,
"Leave me ALONE!"
The warlocks turned, horror on their faces. I crushed the heart, blood and heart spraying through the woods.
The warlocks died with fear on their face.