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Long time ago, he'd stood in the exact same spot, with the exact same motion. His Zanpakutou being drawn with the ultrasonic speed of Battojustu. Now just like then, someone had been fighting him, yet their predictability, and their speed were too slow, and so they'd fallen victim to his style. He'd gotten better at it since then though, the entire form of his attack as well as its ability were so fast the victim, in this case a hollow, never even got time to scream as its body fell in half. A single attack traded for a life, an attack effective against one man as it was against five, and his opponent was overwhelmed.
As the hollows body faded into a grainy black dust, Eaon sheathed his Zanpakutou. There were no fighters alive nor dead that could fight him and win without relying on their inner powers, say for his master. Eaon was convinced he was the best, and there was nothing about that anyone could change. Most people didn't even know what it was like to kill or testify the weight of the dead on their hands. Most people didn't have to go through life knowing the feeling of washing blood off their clothing, often times even the clothing of another man. Yet these people were not Eaon. Eaon's whole existence it seemed was based around his ability to kill.
Today was different though, he was observing and escorting another Shinigami through the World of the Living. He didn't have to, however Eaon wanted to get out and the World of the Living was already proving to be a dangerous place. Send the best sword to the battlefield Eaon thought, at least then that way the best sword could come crawling out of hell. Besides Eaon liked protecting life much more than he enjoyed cutting in into pieces though he was far better at one than the other.
As the hollows body faded into a grainy black dust, Eaon sheathed his Zanpakutou. There were no fighters alive nor dead that could fight him and win without relying on their inner powers, say for his master. Eaon was convinced he was the best, and there was nothing about that anyone could change. Most people didn't even know what it was like to kill or testify the weight of the dead on their hands. Most people didn't have to go through life knowing the feeling of washing blood off their clothing, often times even the clothing of another man. Yet these people were not Eaon. Eaon's whole existence it seemed was based around his ability to kill.
Today was different though, he was observing and escorting another Shinigami through the World of the Living. He didn't have to, however Eaon wanted to get out and the World of the Living was already proving to be a dangerous place. Send the best sword to the battlefield Eaon thought, at least then that way the best sword could come crawling out of hell. Besides Eaon liked protecting life much more than he enjoyed cutting in into pieces though he was far better at one than the other.