Your fellow 8th Division officers were killed in action while fighting the Quincy, Miki included.
Naoki looked distressed from the sudden statement - although, he had a fair reason to. The 8th Division had become his home after years, and to hear that they had… He bit his lip, thinking but slowly shaking his head.
"They’re so much stronger than me… They couldn’t have died!" … He doesn’t seem too convinced, however.
"You’re…" he paused, struggling to keep his calm. His face was trying to twist into anger, but Naoki knew better than to expose his anger. "You’re… you’re lying to me! You have to be. There’s no way that Fuyuno-taicho and the others would die!" There’s no way Fujiwara-san could die.
"I’d… I’d do anything to get them back. Give up my shinigami status, my zanpakuto, everything." He sniffled, taking off his glasses to clean them with his sleeve. He needed something to do - something to take his mind off of this. "I just want them back."
"The 8th Division won’t be the same without them," he said absentmindedly. It was obvious that his mental state was very much… unwell, but it made sense Naoki always relied on his friends to help him when things got hard. He didn’t really have friends in the other divisions. "I… It’ll be so hard to get the Division together, to even make it a division. It might not even be worth it in the end."
Naoki sighed, looking out onto the 8th Division garden. He had planted flowers to remember those fallen, and it numered to be quite a lot, like he had expected. The garden had been ruined during the battles, but as Naoki got a break, he would begin to plant as many flowers as he could. It was a fresh start on the garden - and the division. It was what he needed if he was going to do this.
"It'll take a long time..." he said into the sky, sitting down on the steps to the garden. He smiled slightly, happy to see the flowers thriving. "It'll take awhile, to get the division back on its feet, but I think we're all ready to work as hard as we can." He had a forlorn look on his face for a moment. "I wish you guys could've been here to see it, but... We're ready to pull it together. To be the Eighth Division again." He stood up again, bowing to the small area. "Please take care and watch over us."
He turned around and left, a smile on his face. It had taken him a long time, but he was ready to help bring the division back to where it belonged.
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