The ReturnA tall figure covered by a hooded desert cloak slowly treads across the cold white sands of las noches, as gusts of wind bring particles past his covered face. His rieatsu is calm and collected but the feeling it gives off is cold and unforgiving. To the skin it feels like a thousand maggots crawling, trying to burrow their way into the flesh while giving off the smell of death with each passing second. The tall brooding figure continues to walk until he makes his way up to a partially destroyed structure and two large hollow walk up to him, one is about as tall as he and the other much taller. He tries to just walk past them but they push against him to stop his passage.
"...""Looks like its our lucky day akira. this one looks quite taste..."Before the taller hollow can finish speaking its mask suddenly flies off of its face and into the air after senshu swifly slices it off with his claw and takes a few steps foward in one motion.the hollows dead body silently falls to the eath. The mask lands right infront of yamaguci's foot and he nonchalantly crushes it before flinging his hand a bit to clear the blood from it. He stands motionless for a few moments as he and the shorter hollow share silence. Upon further inspection it is obvious that the normal sized hollow is actually more than likely an arrancar, but Senshu hadnt even bothered to exert the effot of lifting his head to acknowledge these people.
"wha...what are you...""...."The wind blows once more and the strong gust forces the hood off of the figures head to reveal a pale white face, a long scar going down the left eye and a red tribal tattoo going down the right. His expression holds a deathly scowl.
"I am simply a ghost...nothing more.."The arrancar turns around, no longer stunned from what just happened, and growls, raising its rieatsu, ready to attack. But before it can, Senshu speaks.
"decapitation.asphyxiation.Disembowelment. internal hemeraging..""what are you babbling about?!""There are over one thousand ways to kill a man...I'm trying to decide which one suits you best..what do you reccomend?"Astonished, the arrancar stands frozen in silence. After a few moments, Senshu continues on his way foward. Six months. It's been six months since Senshu last spoke with any of his fellow arancar. He hadn't left hueco mundo completely but he did go into seclusion. He grew tired of the disorganization of the arrancar organization, of the incompitance of his fellow man, but most importantly, his own weakness. He sees a greater future for himself than simply serving under a collapsed hierarchy of brutish idiots and smug weaklings. For the past six months he has trained himself to the brink of death and in that brink, in that moment when he could literally taste the sweet kiss the reapers cold unforgiving lips, he found new power. Mentally, physically and internally. He has found oneness with himself and shed the foolish notion of an aspect of death for in finding this nirvana, he has become death itself..After another few minutes he senses several new traces of rieatsu. He pays it no mind and continues to walk but soon they near shouting distance of him. He reconizes one of them.
"...hmph..." 
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