The False Hero Meet's the Man without a Path

Tsubasa walked through the Suigura Dimension, merely desiring time to himself he'd slew a thousand hollows and even destroyed a number of Menos with little effort before coming here. Tsubasa didn't know his path nor did he need one, a murderer is simply a murderer and nothing more. Killers didn't need a path, they were neither good nor evil but an object within the grand scheme of this world. Balance required him to play many roles, he'd been the villain, been the hero at times. It's things he did accept and was willing to take. But Tsubasa knew his family wanted him to make a choice on what he wanted. His Captian's haori blew in the breeze, soon he would train with Damien Soan and learn everything. Tsubasa was a False Hero and a False Villain. He could hear Byakko growling as he looked up with crimson gaze towards anything that came near him at the moment. Tsubasa's began to think about a subject he didn't know the answer too. A man whom was claimed to be the equal of Kisuke Urahara didn't know what he wanted, Tsubasa's whole clan followed him waiting for the answer from their leader. Nis his only friend seemed also to be interested in finding out the answer to the riddle of the pathless man and what path he walked. Did the path of a murderer have an answer to it? Tsubasa's mind had been forever altered after the time as a child when he killed them.

Time and snow slowed as he went back for a bit, his frame sitting on the rock as a small child appeared before him. He walked up to the first person trying to rob him and said. "You die..." The man stared questioningly while his men behind him laughed. The boy's face kept a blank expression then the memory shattered, an instant later it reappeared. Blood stained the walls of the building and the area, electricity sparked through the air and ground. Tsubasa stood staring at his hand covered in blood, his blond hair was also drenched in the liquid as he remained focused on the image. Byakko came up along side of him nudging his hand, the cat seemed to know his Master's question. Byakko believed in Tsubasa's talent and the fact his master was a gifted genius. What was the path he was to walk? Murderer's didn't walk paths as far as he knew. Would Order or Balance even allow someone whom walked the path of neither Villain nor Hero to choose what he did?

Tsubasa was unsure about the answer to these things as he sat in the snow, his eyes seeming lost in thought. He didn't speak nor did he do much things didn't come close to him. Most of them sensed the murderous aura around the 12th Division Captain, it was a passive thing he did not even aware of the fact that he did it. Tsubasa simply was a man without a meaning or a path to walk. Soon he would meet one whom may of been similar.

Tsubasa met the man's gaze, he sat quietly observing him just as much. His eyes seemed to scan the male, a swordsman he was certainly one. Tsubasa noticed the movements and seemed to be watching them, this male moved as a graceful swordsman similar to Tsubasa. Though he suspected he was built more for speed by his shoulders. He glanced at him, his eyes not changing as he merely listened to the words spoken by the man before him. Byakko growled slightly as he simply listened and took everything in for what it was. Indeed a dream, something he lacked Tsubasa was strong these were facts he knew. But what was a dream, what was the thing he didn't have? Tsubasa thought, perhaps himself was the answer no it couldn't be that. "Tsubasa Unabara." He gave his name,Tsubasa had written books and popular things among Shinigami perhaps this one knew of them. Mostly books of swordsmanship how it was not just a blade but a path. Tsubasa's true strength as a swordsman remained buried beneath the blood of the thousands he'd turned. Tsubasa wasn't much of a talker nor did he see the need for words. The Man whom sat before Kakeru was lost, he stood up slowly his frame looking at him. "To find it.. Tsubasa spoke of the path, his voice was cool and something about it seemed empty. The man before Kakeru was more then just lost.

Meaning seemed void as he looked at him, Tsubasa's past was fragments of a memory of what happened to the male's childhood. However something was forgotten, Tsubasa had came up with something as a child but what was the answer. Perhaps when he learned why he lacked a dream, why it is he lacked a goal he would remember the answer to these questions. Things remained this way for so long, what did this man know. He sounded important, but Tsubasa had crashed the Iramasha meeting before so it wasn't as though he cared about royalty or important people at all. He simple did what he pleased, Tsubasa was that type of person as he kept his gaze on Kakeru. Tsubasa's mind was fragmented after all, what happened then, he'd assumed he killed them with his bare hands. But something was their within his hand, he was certain of it but he couldn't see. He couldn't see what happened to those people, Tsubasa's eyes no longer sought it as he remained focus on Kakeru now. The path was getting clearer, things were growing closer.. "Why can't I dream?"