Dues.
His new name.
The name bestowed upon him by the man in the mirror.
The man that looked back into his glossy eyes.
He led the small team.
He dawned black attire and held with a stern grip a long sword, silver in colour, the sword retained its lustre complexion amidst the killing.
Dues.
The man was a prominent hunter among the D ranks, he garnered acknowledgment from his people, he was a somebody, yet he could be more, he could always be more.
whether it be fame, money or acknowledgment.
He had the power to be acknowledged he had the will, the mental fortitude strive to be the best.
To be a hero among man.