The rain began to fall quite suddenly, the clouds above the Seireitei able to hold the water no longer. Arthas glanced up at the sky, a drop of the now fast falling rain water hitting the center of his forehead. He drew his gaze back to the ground in front of him. He continued walking. As captain of the seventh division he had been sent to resolve the conflict which had emerged between the 69th and the 70th division. He heard the sounds of violence coming from the nearby two districts, and realized that the unrest was far greater than the Seireitei had believed. He quickly used shunpo to ascend the nearby ridge, and looked down upon a grim scene. Bodies were scattered everywhere in the 70th district, the 69th had launched a surprise attack, and bodies of women and children lined the streets alongside those of men. Anger stirred in Arthas’ heart. What was the need for this senseless conflict? What did it bring but harm to those involved, and to those who did not wish to be? He clenched his fists. He would stop this violence here, and now. No more innocents need die. Using shunpo, he arrived in the middle of the fray, where a group of 70th members were making a stand. As the two sides began to clash Arthas called out “Hadou Number 25, Searing Light” A blinding light shot forth from the captains location, and he heard screams of fear and surprise from the stunned combatants. As the blinded Rukongai citizens began to get their bearings Arthas stood in the middle of them, shaking with rage. In a voice laced with hot fury he yelled to the fighters who surrounded him “Have you learned nothing? What good does this senseless violence bring? War only brings torment, sorrow and loss to all involved. Surely you all must understand the pain of loss, and yet you only inflict more of it upon yourselves through your actions. You disgust me.” He was on the verge of crying now. “If we war amongst ourselves, we are no better than hollows. For our brutality destroys our conscience and if we allow our hatred to overstep our morality, how are we better than they? Look around you. What good has come of this, this sickening violence?” Members of both sides, who had recently regained their vision, began to look down shamefully, and shuffle their feet. Arthas sighed, and hoped his message had gotten through to them. “Members of the 69th return to your district. There’s been enough bloodshed for one day.” As the attacking force began to collect their weapons and walk out of the district Arthas looked up once again. The rain poured forth from the heavens, as if the sky itself was crying. He was glad for the rain, for it disguised his tears. It would not do for the members of the Rukongai to see a captain crying.