The natural hustle and bustle of Japan's capital created a noisy environment for all those involved in the commotion. Above a skyscraper a tunnel seemingly made of darkness appeared and a lone figure exited from it. After rolling his neck and his right shoulder Zingar would look up at the sky. The moon and and stars were seemingly drowned out by the neon lights of the great city below. He looked back down city below him.

"All these humans can't appreciate the beauty of the moon and the sky with all this light." He hopped and skipped down the tall building descending down to the sidewalk. At this point Zingar understood that next to no one could see him due to being spiritual in nature. This meant he could mess with the lot of them and bring his own form of "justice" to them. As he walked down the street he saw a small coffee shop and decided this would be the place he would strike.

Zingar reached his right hand out of his pocket and seemed to lazily point at the shop. After a moment a small red orb appeared at the tip of his finger. His smiled widened as the cero left his finger and went straight for the coffee shop attempting to blow it up neatly with one strike.

Japan was a city of overindulgence for some and overwork for others and there wasn't much of an in-between to be found. After his first encounter with the monster in his home port Zoro had set out for Tokyo, having heard about the presence of yet another monster who was holding the city hostage. Zoro was already prepared for whatever this Monster could manage, their presence was significantly stronger than the last monster he had killed. He turned the corner to see a red orb of energy on the tip of the Arrancar's fingers and he knew he couldn't let it land. Zoro began to rotate his body, forming a twister before allowing it to leave his three blades.

"Tatsu Maki!"

As he said this, a vortex of energy would envelop the cero, sending it flying into the atmosphere as Zoro began to approach the man. He was already armed, 1 sword in his both with the other 2 firmly in his hands. His expression was flecked with arrogance and excitement, he would almost certainly give the man an opportunity to leave but he didn't want him to.. He was blood-lusted by this point, he wanted to feel the thrill of combat again. He wanted to grind yet another one of these beings into paste in order to prove himself and protect his home. This monster was in the way of that hope, and would soon pay the forfeit. "You can leave now or die.."

A strange turn of events. The arrancar came to Japan to have a little fun by finishing his normal routine. He would blow up a couple places, kill some humans and weaker hollows that were there, tangle with shinigami who eventually got called, then he would just go home and call it day well spent. As his cero bounced away from what looked like a human, he knew this day would be different. The arrancar smiled as the man approached him, at this point he figured it could be someone who's family he killed at some point. "Maybe this is the end of some grand quest for him." The arrancar thought as the man grew closer.

A grin appeared on Zingar's face as he reached for his zanpakuto. "Honestly I'm surprised you can even see me, let alone make threats like that." His grin became even wider as his grip tightened on his blade. The arrancar's demented eyes met the human's, and he felt the same blood-lust that he had. "Oh this is gonna be fun." He said to himself waiting for the human to make the next move.

It seemed that the Arrancar's usual routine had been interrupted, and Zoro knew he couldn't play around. He had a sword lodged between his teeth and one in each hand, a confident grin decorating his now focused face. Zoro had recently slayed one of these beings by his hometown and had recently made it a personal goal to learn about these beings, and kill the ones who were menacing the human race. As the Arrancar reached for it's Zanpakuto it made a comment about being surprised that Zoro could see it. He looked hellbent on destruction as his grip tightened around his blade and their eyes locked for the first time. This wasn't anything like the last Arrancar he had fought..

This one's eyes were cold, blood-lusted and clearly had seen plenty of combat in their day. This was going to be Zoro's first real test, and all he could do at this point was welcome it.

Zoro charged forwards, slashing diagonally at the Arrancar's chest with one sword while trying to impale the Arrancar through the stomach with the other. Provided his attempt failed he would push upwards and avoid any clash in close, jumping backwards to assess the situation.

The man with three blades made a sudden charge for him. Something the arrancar said must have stirred the boy. This opponent would be at least slightly more difficult than his last few encounters, granted the human could use all three blades adeptly. He wondered how the human planned on using all these blades. The arrancar was sure the third blade would be used only when he lost another blade, but he could never be too sure. Once close enough Zingar blocked the incoming blade with own and quickly shifted his attention to the blade in Zoro's other hand. The arrancar knew his mind and eyes were needed to constantly shift between these two.

A different tactic with this blade. Where the first strike was meant to slice, this attack was meant to pierce. Reacting quickly he let one hand free of his zanpakuto to grab the blade with his bare hand, blocking with the blade and grabbing with his now free hand. The arrancar figured it would hurt and it did as his grip tightened around it, however little to no blood was drawn, due to the strength of his Hierro. He chuckled as he then jumped back and, provided the human did nothing to interrupt him, dashed forward with his own attack. This time he grabbed his blade with both hands and attempted to cleave the mortal in two with one strike.

The dragon intercepted Zoro's first blade with ease seemingly, and then more surprisingly grabbed Zoro's second blade with his hand, stopping it on impact and forcing Zoro into a pretty bad situation on the whole. Zoro swept the mans first sword down to the ground, stepping on it before dragging the blade down and across. His goal was simple, he'd either cut the mans leg off at the knee or send him retreating back into a corner where Zoro could reevaluate. As the Arrancar prepared itself to attack Zoro looked down, crossing his swords across his chest for a moment before looking up as the Arrancar came in close. The Arrancar was swinging to cleave Zoro in half but would find himself interrupted as Zoro blurred forwards. "Oni Giri!"

Zoro went through the Arrancar, appearing behind him with a smattering of blood on his shoulder from where the Arrancar's blade had also made contact. Oni Giri was simple, Zoro had made two descending diagonal cuts across the mans chest and a horizontal cut from the blade in his mouth. It had also intercepted the downward slash as well as it could, and now all Zoro could do was wait to see the fruits of his labors. Had his sword struck home?..

The blades of the warriors clashed. The Arrancar had attempted to slice the human in two, however the human blurred out of sight for a moment answering his an attack with his own. The triple swordsman uttered a couple words before executing his attack. Sharp pain overcame him as two of the blades formed an "X" across his chest. Zingar had enough time to slightly alter the trajectory of his nodachi to deflect the third blade that came from the human's mouth.

Blood began to fill the Arrancar's now tattered shirt. Turning to meet the human again, Zingar thought it be best if he just lost the shirt. No need in keeping it now it was ruined now. The blue haired Arrancar quickly ripped the remainder of his shirt and touched his mask which resided above his right eye. The mask resembled what looked like a horn of a dragon. This reminded him of his strength he had sealed away, perhaps he could use it later.

"Ryujin Kogeki." He spoke as he channeled his spiritual energy into his blade. A red aura surrounded the blade and Zingar smiled. As if led by pure instinct, the Arrancar disappeared leaving a small crackle of sound behind. Appearing again directly in front of the man he attempted to slash him horizontally. Hit or miss, he would attack again this time aiming for the shoulder that had already began to bleed from the previous attack.

Zoro's arms rippled with effort as the blades came to a clash. The Arrancars attempt had dark intentions, he swung his blade with malice and power and had fully intended to split Zoro in two if he was given the opportunity. It was at this point the Arrancar would notice the X shaped cross slash marking his chest, a tell-tale sign one could use to trace back exactly who he had fought. Blood began to appear on the Arrancar's now tattered shirt, confirming Zoro's knowledge that his blades had met their mark. Zoro's mouth blade had been deflected by the Arrancar's own, it was a pity but it didn't matter much. There were bigger things to worry about...

The shirt was removed quickly before the Arrancar began to grab for the mask like thing on his head directly above his right eye. "What the hell is that.."

Zoro wasn't given much time to process what was going on, all he noticed was a sudden outburst of Spiritual Energy from within the mans blade, a red aura surrounded it as Zoro quickly came to realize he was in for a long afternoon. He glanced down at the ground, a his sword obscuring the smile that was currently visible on his face. "Let's get it on then!"

Zoro saw the man disappear in a flash of sound before immediately appearing in front of him with a horizontal slash at the front of his shoulder. It was narrowly intercepted by both of Zoro's blades pushing it down to the ground with one blade as he went to slash the Arrancar with the other. If either party fucked up here, they were going to die.

Pleaseee let it be the Arrancar...

The battle between man and arrancar began to really heat up. As he quickly reappeared in front of the man, a smile appeared on his face. This was not a smile that showed happiness, but one that showed the creature's dark intentions. His lust for blood had almost completely taken him over now. The arrancar's instincts had been sharpened over centuries of battle. Many of these battles were not too different than this one, with one exception. Instead of fighting another hollow, a shinigami or one of the bloody archers, this battle was with a seemingly normal human.

Finally the swing. Zingar's blade was met with two of the human's. "What reflexes..." He thought as his blade began to head toward the ground. Suddenly another blade came toward him. This time both of his hands were occupied he had to think quickly. The blue haired arrancar opened his mouth and fired two bala. One of them directed at the incoming blade, hopefully with enough force to knock it away or at least ease the impact of the attack. The second bala was directed in the middle of the man's chest. Zingar needed to create some distance, for he needed a new plan of attack. One large sword sometimes put him at a disadvantage, and an opponent with three blade's happened to be one of them.

The creatures intentions were written across his face, he had clearly been in battles such as this throughout his entire life. He wasn't new to this like Zoro was, he had experience with the heat of battle to a degree Zoro couldn't even hope to imagine. He was blood-lusted and locked into the heat of battle and for some reason Zoro felt that he needed to match the mans energy with everything inside of himself. A confident smile etched itself across his face as he moved to counter the opponents onslaught and attack. As he went to attack, the Arrancar fired two fast projectiles in Zoro's general direction and both met their mark. The first slowed Zoro's blade even though it still landed as intended, the other was slightly evaded but still landed on Zoro's ribcage and pushed him back several feet, forcing him to recoil in pain as he began to assess his damages.

There was a burn and a large bruise compressed across Zoro's right ribcage, they throbbed with every breath and he was almost certain the impact of the blow had cracked a rib. His shirt was completely gone from that area but he was still for the most part unmoved and his smile never left his face. "Is that all you've got.. Monster?!"