(The Mimihagi anon from Aizen) Granted, my initial question was more of the relationship(?) between your knowledge and what Mimihagi-sama was willing to tell you given that the Right Arm is essentially also your lungs. Probably not my business but ey, got curious. But thinking of it in that way does ease my mind a bit. Using what power you have to change things for the better is a noble cause. Heck, thats what Ichigo and a good number of the others do, right?
Hello, Anon-san! No trouble at all. Curiosity is a good thing, and I’m always happy to answer questions.
I’m glad and grateful that you support the decisions I made. Though, quite frankly, I would act the same way again and again, regardless of what those around me thought and felt about it. The destruction of the universe can often be a slow and subtle thing, surprising thought that might seem. I’ve known about it since I was a boy, and as far as I’m concerned, that knowledge coupled with my unique abilities gave me a chance - however scant - to try and put things right.
As for the relationship between Mimihagi-sama and myself? It’s quite simple, actually.
Mimihagi-sama is not my lungs, Anon-san. Not exactly. Rather, my lungs belong to Mimihagi-sama, and have ever since I was three years old. That’s the reason I’m still sick - and will always be, until the end - despite what Mimihagi-sama did for me. Mimihagi-sama, as the right hand of the Soul King, governs stagnation. My lungs will never deteriorate further, but they will never heal. They exist perpetually in the same compromised state that they did two thousand years ago. The rest of my body has learned to compensate, and my reiatsu has grown, and has adapted to support me physically. This has given me a few surprising advantages - I’m far stronger than I appear, for example! - but I will never be a well man. Long life was in my stars, but never health. And I give thanks every day even for that.
Not long before I became a man, my parents told me about the power that saved my life, and about why my body was the way it was. They brought me to Mimihagi-sama’s shrine, if you recall - and they knew exactly what they were doing, and exactly why Mimihagi-sama was worshiped the way it was. Countless others had been brought before the shrine before me, but never before had Mimihagi-sama emerged to accept a living Soul’s sacrifice. When I l earned of this, I was confused. I was angry. I was distraught. I didn’t understand why I had been saved instead of another. I thought I had nothing to offer. My parents could give me no answers, and I could not find them within myself.
And so, after some deep reflection, I decided to ask the God dwelling within me.
Mimihagi-sama told me that, thanks to the workings it had glimpsed of my young heart, it had understood that I would one day make a willing sacrifice to reunite the Soul King’s fallen Right Hand with the rest of its body and being. No other who had visited the shrine before me had such workings in their heart. I was the first, and perhaps, the only.
I looked within myself and saw that this was true.
I was willing. I was more than willing. I was eager. I was happy. This way, I knew I could make something of myself; I could make something of the life I was never supposed to live in the first place.
…and the rest, I suppose, is history. Of a sort.
Perhaps this reply is more than you bargained for, Anon-san? If so, I apologize for having rambled.
Thank you for your question, my friend. And if you continue to be curious - as, indeed, I hope you will - never hesitate to reach out.
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