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Saitou Hajime walked and walked, unaffected by the eternity of the deserts beyond. As an Arrancar - as a soul; a beast and a devourer, a killer and a skilled one at that - he couldn't possibly be affected by the heat. The man couldn't truly sweat, for sweating was a reaction of a living body - souls didn't need to transpire or respire. Neither was necessary for the existence and survival of a Soul. Indeed, Hajime could have walked endlessly, though of course, the tedium of the task would kill him far sooner than this artificial heat or the artificial moon in the skies, with its everlasting glow spreading across the lands the man walked, purposeless.
Others could have considered the Arrancar a Shinigami spy, lost on his journey to the Grand Castle of the Espada - Las Noches. He was indeed wearing a Soul Reaper-esque outfit: a black kimono, which only differed to a uniform of the 'enemy' due to a lack of a Symbol depicting a Division or Rank of any sorts. After all, Hajime's reiatsu was high enough to be that of a Lieutenant in the least - a Captain also, if said Captain was recently appointed. The lack of a badge or a white overlay, marked him out as something entirely different; he also adorned his neck with a purely white scarf, that too, pointed him out as unusual. Of course, one needed only to look closer, to see a hint a Hollow Hole present upon his chest. Yes, the kimono did well to hide such, but a mere gust of wind would have revealed the edges of the Hole, which the scarf did well to cover.
Endless was indeed, the desert, and Hajime was seemingly lost, though in his mind, there was no goal of any sorts. Like an elder, he enjoyed a walk, though as opposed to a park, he found pleasure in a... desert? The only pleasure to be had from such a gloomy, sullen place as this, would have been to build a Sand Castle. But... well, Saitou's pride didn't exactly allow him to... enjoy such foolish, common 'acts'.
Others could have considered the Arrancar a Shinigami spy, lost on his journey to the Grand Castle of the Espada - Las Noches. He was indeed wearing a Soul Reaper-esque outfit: a black kimono, which only differed to a uniform of the 'enemy' due to a lack of a Symbol depicting a Division or Rank of any sorts. After all, Hajime's reiatsu was high enough to be that of a Lieutenant in the least - a Captain also, if said Captain was recently appointed. The lack of a badge or a white overlay, marked him out as something entirely different; he also adorned his neck with a purely white scarf, that too, pointed him out as unusual. Of course, one needed only to look closer, to see a hint a Hollow Hole present upon his chest. Yes, the kimono did well to hide such, but a mere gust of wind would have revealed the edges of the Hole, which the scarf did well to cover.
Endless was indeed, the desert, and Hajime was seemingly lost, though in his mind, there was no goal of any sorts. Like an elder, he enjoyed a walk, though as opposed to a park, he found pleasure in a... desert? The only pleasure to be had from such a gloomy, sullen place as this, would have been to build a Sand Castle. But... well, Saitou's pride didn't exactly allow him to... enjoy such foolish, common 'acts'.
