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"I hear it-" Spoken softly, patiently and with his tone reserved the impossibly young Shinigami stood atop a building. He had his eyes closed as a soft, warm breeze blew passed him tussling his clothes and carrying the many unsaid words of the wilds. It was a warm summer night in Karakura town where the stars were hidden away by the jealous clouds and the city was long asleep as all the human lights died away to darkness. Once again, the young Shinigami was sent here on a simple, supposedly simple, task though one unlike what he was ordinarily given. Here, in this silent-still town he was to be the warrior he was not. He was to brandish his sword and cleave through the bottomless darkness to expose the hidden evils that lurked in the deepest pockets.
Standing here, Shinigami uniform clean and fresh, the 4th Seat of the 4th Squad was motionless atop that high building. He didn't feel or see or hear with his body anymore. He was so focused on his task that he left his physical form practically vulnerable in this frozen night. He was listening, without his ears, for that sound; he was looking, without his eyes, for that silhouette; he was waiting, with his very soul, for that moment. As if a distant echo he faintly picked up the pitter-patter of very small feet in the distance. The night was moving. It was slowly waking up to the dark play that was about to start in only a few moments.
Gasping, as if he hadn't taken a breath for a decade, Tataki returned to himself. As if a map had been colored before his eyes, Tataki knew exactly where to go and how long it would take. He knew where the traverse this abyss in order to find the conglomerating evil that grew within it's depths. Playing in the darkness was their greatest advantage, it was everything that made them what they were. They weren't only participants of this play however. As they moved, silently and en-shadowed by their element, so did Tataki. As they awoke, mustering their strength, Tataki's sword was at the ready to swing through their devious intentions and their black hearts.
Tataki took skip forward, propelling himself right off the building. His eyes slowly opened as he felt the winds pick up and his uniform start to spread. The moment where he without any footing, without support by anything, was exhilarating. He was falling, straight for the hard ground below, and he was gathering speed with every second. He felt heavy, almost as if he could hardly move against the freefall. His heart. His heart felt the heaviest. With each pounding beat he felt as if it were going to fly out from his chest. Tataki wasn't all that patient of a person, so all the build up from having to stand atop that building in meditation had left him slightly on edge now. On edge may even be an understatement. His emotions were bustling forth, erupting outwards, and that peaceful almost lazy look on his falling face as he fell, eyes hardly opened and lips slightly parted, didn't give away the erupting volcano that was raging and burning within.
This wasn't a game. This was serious. This was work. He was going to use every ounce of will that he had against his opposition. He was motivated, completely, and the threat of death was at the back of his head. He could easily make a mistake and be ripped apart. He could easily be outnumbered, overwhelmed, and devoured by those hungry monsters. He could be overpowered by an unprecedented power that would crush his immature ability with a simple bat of its arm...All this only motivated him. As he was falling, fully analyzing the risk and the dangers, he only felt the drive to put all the more effort into succeeding. He wouldn't die today.
Only a few yards from the ground, Tataki flipped. Bracing himself on the ground, it looked as if all the gathered force and weight that had fallen with him just ran passed his body as a rushing wind flew down towards the ground, tossing papers out of a overstuffed trashcan and tossing them into the air. Tataki leapt forward, a great burst of speed following, and ran upon the air for a 6 yards before touching ground and, in a flash, using Shunpo.
Vanishing and reappearing he was only a few feet away and it had detected him. There was a nice gap between them and Tataki could not use Shunpo more than once in a row in this situation. Using it more than once would leave him out of breath and a third time his muscles burning only to be sore in the morning. Speed with his legs and back wasn't what Tataki was good with anyway. Practice after practice; lesson after lesson; the boy excelled quicker than most others and drew out a strength that was his own. A power that was not the same as all the others and a power that he could rely on despite his inexperience.
It was black with a white face. It had a completely black body, defined muscles clear in the legs and arms especially, and its face resembled a rhinoceros in that it was wide, had a broad crown, and had a horn on the bridge of where one would say the nose would be. It's eyes were hollowed out, just like that hole in it's chest, and it radiated a characteristic energy that was the definition of evil. Tataki approached, on foot and it roared, throwing it's arms up, before it ran in to meet him. It's arm twiched, strangely, as the rock-hard muscles it held grew broader in that arm that it had. It wasn't a novice and it wasn't young. This was one that had feed on more than a few souls in it's own immature life. Tataki almost saw himself as he dashed towards that creature.
Tataki's hand slowly moved to the handle of his weapon and his eyes finally gave way to that fiery emotion exploding within. Tataki didn't think. He didn't have any feeling as he and the Hollow exchanged blows. Unfortunately, the Hollow missed and Tataki hadn't. Simply ducking under that power swing, Tataki took advantage of the enemy from there.
The Hollow clumsy came to a halt. It's abrupt stop from it's own full charge almost force it into the building next to it. "Hahaha! You missed, Shinigami!" The Hollow boasted, it's voice sounding as if it were coming from a defective speaker. It turned, but stopped mid turn.
"I cut you 7 times...You didn't see any of them?" As if following his words the Hollow just fell apart. Limbs perfectly cut, a head cleaved in half, it's chest looked like it had been turned into a family friendly pizza and all that was left was disintegrating ash as it was purified just that quick. It wasn't that the Hollow had missed the swing, it was that it was too fast. As quick as Tataki could tighten his grip around the grip of his weapon he had swung. Ordinary eyes, and even some of the most trained eyes, would have missed those slashes. They were fast, within a second of a second, and were broad enough to leave thin cuts into the wall on the right side of the Hollow.
Tataki was crouched low, looking at the Hollow from the corner of his right eye and his hand still on his weapon. His weapon was still in it's sheathe, clean and hidden from view as if it hadn't been withdrawn at all. That skill, to unsheathe, slash, and return his weapon was Tataki's secret skill. It was something he had yet mastered, though something that could possibly label as a genius, because he really didn't put all that much time into learning it. He simply developed it because it seemed like a good idea.
Here comes the other one... It was a surprise attack on Tataki. It was a sad one, using it's comrades death as a distraction as it made an attack for the enemy's backside. Tataki saw through this level of tactics and he could keep up with their level of movements. "Gush-" A hint at a release? Tataki's spiritual energy raised, shooting great lengths in a mere moment as he prepared to use his Zanpakuto. He could feel her life, radiating like star in this gluttonous black. Her power and his power were together, in union, swirling together to bolster Tataki's spiritual power to it's maximum. It was now very apparent that he outclassed these low level Hollow by a great amount. "Namekuji-hime!" The sword shifted state instantaneously. The formally solid, slim sword became a a forked blade with a very narrow empty center that was almost invisible. The weapon had two points, almost like a dual edge, at it's end because of the break and from it came a energized substance emerald green substance that came out of this needle-thin bridge.
Spinning around, Tataki swung to slash at a Hollow that had rushed at his back. This one didn't speak, or, perhaps, it didn't know how? It was younger than the other, though likely had just as many souls. It's lack of specialization made it almost seem like the lowest level hollow, though it wasn't stupid and it had an extra pair of muscular arms. The Hollow, unlike the last, was a bit quicker too, managing to evade Tataki's broad turn around slash. Even though the Hollow managed to avoid the slash the green substance that gushed out of the sword splashed on it. There was quite a bit, managing to thinly coat the Hollow at the front in the green substance and splash on it's arms and feet. Tataki lazily let Namekuji-hime strike the ground. From her, the green substance leaked out endlessly and created a pool towards the Hollow.
The Hollow roared as it wanted to jump back, but was stuck. It's fists were stuck closed and it had trouble moving it's abdomen and neck around. It struggled a moment before it managed to, forcefully, jump back tearing the bottom of it's unguarded feet. The Hollow fell instead of landed and rolled on it's side as, using it's still clenched fists, sat up.
"This is your end,". Tataki shot an almost spark of of his energy into his weapon, striking at that green substance, and it erupted becoming a large, angry blaze of heat and flames. The fire exploded forth, running along that pool that was made, to create a firewave that completely engulfed the downed Hollow in a hellish, explosive attack. It was was drowned in fire as the very green ooze that had stuck to it lit up and burned it to that familiar black ash. Tataki closed an eye as the flames raged. Standing right in front of it he felt the searing flames as well. It was enough to quickly make him sweat and make his uniform uncomfortably warm, though he was fine being even that close.
"Looks like that one is defeated," Tataki noted as the flames settled down to small collections of embers here and there. The fuel was ate up and the spiritual energy exhausted so the fire would die as quickly as it was born. Now for the last one...Where did it go? Tataki wondered. There was one more he heard here. One more body that should have been in this exact spot...But it was gone now. Had it run away as quickly as he came? Tataki couldn't exactly tell at the moment where it was, but it had to be close by. Namekuji-hime stopped her dooling, but she was still released and prepared to fight.
Standing here, Shinigami uniform clean and fresh, the 4th Seat of the 4th Squad was motionless atop that high building. He didn't feel or see or hear with his body anymore. He was so focused on his task that he left his physical form practically vulnerable in this frozen night. He was listening, without his ears, for that sound; he was looking, without his eyes, for that silhouette; he was waiting, with his very soul, for that moment. As if a distant echo he faintly picked up the pitter-patter of very small feet in the distance. The night was moving. It was slowly waking up to the dark play that was about to start in only a few moments.
Gasping, as if he hadn't taken a breath for a decade, Tataki returned to himself. As if a map had been colored before his eyes, Tataki knew exactly where to go and how long it would take. He knew where the traverse this abyss in order to find the conglomerating evil that grew within it's depths. Playing in the darkness was their greatest advantage, it was everything that made them what they were. They weren't only participants of this play however. As they moved, silently and en-shadowed by their element, so did Tataki. As they awoke, mustering their strength, Tataki's sword was at the ready to swing through their devious intentions and their black hearts.
Tataki took skip forward, propelling himself right off the building. His eyes slowly opened as he felt the winds pick up and his uniform start to spread. The moment where he without any footing, without support by anything, was exhilarating. He was falling, straight for the hard ground below, and he was gathering speed with every second. He felt heavy, almost as if he could hardly move against the freefall. His heart. His heart felt the heaviest. With each pounding beat he felt as if it were going to fly out from his chest. Tataki wasn't all that patient of a person, so all the build up from having to stand atop that building in meditation had left him slightly on edge now. On edge may even be an understatement. His emotions were bustling forth, erupting outwards, and that peaceful almost lazy look on his falling face as he fell, eyes hardly opened and lips slightly parted, didn't give away the erupting volcano that was raging and burning within.
This wasn't a game. This was serious. This was work. He was going to use every ounce of will that he had against his opposition. He was motivated, completely, and the threat of death was at the back of his head. He could easily make a mistake and be ripped apart. He could easily be outnumbered, overwhelmed, and devoured by those hungry monsters. He could be overpowered by an unprecedented power that would crush his immature ability with a simple bat of its arm...All this only motivated him. As he was falling, fully analyzing the risk and the dangers, he only felt the drive to put all the more effort into succeeding. He wouldn't die today.
Only a few yards from the ground, Tataki flipped. Bracing himself on the ground, it looked as if all the gathered force and weight that had fallen with him just ran passed his body as a rushing wind flew down towards the ground, tossing papers out of a overstuffed trashcan and tossing them into the air. Tataki leapt forward, a great burst of speed following, and ran upon the air for a 6 yards before touching ground and, in a flash, using Shunpo.
Vanishing and reappearing he was only a few feet away and it had detected him. There was a nice gap between them and Tataki could not use Shunpo more than once in a row in this situation. Using it more than once would leave him out of breath and a third time his muscles burning only to be sore in the morning. Speed with his legs and back wasn't what Tataki was good with anyway. Practice after practice; lesson after lesson; the boy excelled quicker than most others and drew out a strength that was his own. A power that was not the same as all the others and a power that he could rely on despite his inexperience.
It was black with a white face. It had a completely black body, defined muscles clear in the legs and arms especially, and its face resembled a rhinoceros in that it was wide, had a broad crown, and had a horn on the bridge of where one would say the nose would be. It's eyes were hollowed out, just like that hole in it's chest, and it radiated a characteristic energy that was the definition of evil. Tataki approached, on foot and it roared, throwing it's arms up, before it ran in to meet him. It's arm twiched, strangely, as the rock-hard muscles it held grew broader in that arm that it had. It wasn't a novice and it wasn't young. This was one that had feed on more than a few souls in it's own immature life. Tataki almost saw himself as he dashed towards that creature.
Tataki's hand slowly moved to the handle of his weapon and his eyes finally gave way to that fiery emotion exploding within. Tataki didn't think. He didn't have any feeling as he and the Hollow exchanged blows. Unfortunately, the Hollow missed and Tataki hadn't. Simply ducking under that power swing, Tataki took advantage of the enemy from there.
The Hollow clumsy came to a halt. It's abrupt stop from it's own full charge almost force it into the building next to it. "Hahaha! You missed, Shinigami!" The Hollow boasted, it's voice sounding as if it were coming from a defective speaker. It turned, but stopped mid turn.
"I cut you 7 times...You didn't see any of them?" As if following his words the Hollow just fell apart. Limbs perfectly cut, a head cleaved in half, it's chest looked like it had been turned into a family friendly pizza and all that was left was disintegrating ash as it was purified just that quick. It wasn't that the Hollow had missed the swing, it was that it was too fast. As quick as Tataki could tighten his grip around the grip of his weapon he had swung. Ordinary eyes, and even some of the most trained eyes, would have missed those slashes. They were fast, within a second of a second, and were broad enough to leave thin cuts into the wall on the right side of the Hollow.
Tataki was crouched low, looking at the Hollow from the corner of his right eye and his hand still on his weapon. His weapon was still in it's sheathe, clean and hidden from view as if it hadn't been withdrawn at all. That skill, to unsheathe, slash, and return his weapon was Tataki's secret skill. It was something he had yet mastered, though something that could possibly label as a genius, because he really didn't put all that much time into learning it. He simply developed it because it seemed like a good idea.
Here comes the other one... It was a surprise attack on Tataki. It was a sad one, using it's comrades death as a distraction as it made an attack for the enemy's backside. Tataki saw through this level of tactics and he could keep up with their level of movements. "Gush-" A hint at a release? Tataki's spiritual energy raised, shooting great lengths in a mere moment as he prepared to use his Zanpakuto. He could feel her life, radiating like star in this gluttonous black. Her power and his power were together, in union, swirling together to bolster Tataki's spiritual power to it's maximum. It was now very apparent that he outclassed these low level Hollow by a great amount. "Namekuji-hime!" The sword shifted state instantaneously. The formally solid, slim sword became a a forked blade with a very narrow empty center that was almost invisible. The weapon had two points, almost like a dual edge, at it's end because of the break and from it came a energized substance emerald green substance that came out of this needle-thin bridge.
Spinning around, Tataki swung to slash at a Hollow that had rushed at his back. This one didn't speak, or, perhaps, it didn't know how? It was younger than the other, though likely had just as many souls. It's lack of specialization made it almost seem like the lowest level hollow, though it wasn't stupid and it had an extra pair of muscular arms. The Hollow, unlike the last, was a bit quicker too, managing to evade Tataki's broad turn around slash. Even though the Hollow managed to avoid the slash the green substance that gushed out of the sword splashed on it. There was quite a bit, managing to thinly coat the Hollow at the front in the green substance and splash on it's arms and feet. Tataki lazily let Namekuji-hime strike the ground. From her, the green substance leaked out endlessly and created a pool towards the Hollow.
The Hollow roared as it wanted to jump back, but was stuck. It's fists were stuck closed and it had trouble moving it's abdomen and neck around. It struggled a moment before it managed to, forcefully, jump back tearing the bottom of it's unguarded feet. The Hollow fell instead of landed and rolled on it's side as, using it's still clenched fists, sat up.
"This is your end,". Tataki shot an almost spark of of his energy into his weapon, striking at that green substance, and it erupted becoming a large, angry blaze of heat and flames. The fire exploded forth, running along that pool that was made, to create a firewave that completely engulfed the downed Hollow in a hellish, explosive attack. It was was drowned in fire as the very green ooze that had stuck to it lit up and burned it to that familiar black ash. Tataki closed an eye as the flames raged. Standing right in front of it he felt the searing flames as well. It was enough to quickly make him sweat and make his uniform uncomfortably warm, though he was fine being even that close.
"Looks like that one is defeated," Tataki noted as the flames settled down to small collections of embers here and there. The fuel was ate up and the spiritual energy exhausted so the fire would die as quickly as it was born. Now for the last one...Where did it go? Tataki wondered. There was one more he heard here. One more body that should have been in this exact spot...But it was gone now. Had it run away as quickly as he came? Tataki couldn't exactly tell at the moment where it was, but it had to be close by. Namekuji-hime stopped her dooling, but she was still released and prepared to fight.