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Where Demons and Devils Walk
Tue Mar 11, 2014 10:57 am
Takeshi Yamazaki, the Quincy Killer a man who slaughtered a thousand drenching his hands in their blood. He left a trail of carnage in his wake, using his sword and honor for meaningless slaughter. It wasn't something he could easily forget, thus the vow that he would be a nomad and not take sides. Takeshi would do whatever his honor deemed worthy of him, he sat on a rock hollow bodies slowly died around him. He'd not done anything but sat there upon the stone in the sun. He wore cloak with a hood that hid his face. Takeshi's entire being was engulfed in the shadows of the cloak, his hawk like gaze seemed to be peering into the very structure of things around him. His eyes could see so much more of this desert that anyone else had dreamed of. Upon his right shoulder was the massive blade Takeshi wielded, his eyes just peered into the silence. His very pressure killed these Menos around him without much trouble. Takeshi didn't move from his stone ever, fighting from this location was a matter of honor. Nor did he use his Zanpakutō at the moment, just a single hand to deal deadly blows to them. His hand moved slowly as a single hollow moved forward. He gently bent the finger back as he gave the digit a flick, the creature's entire head was parted from the body without any effort. Takeshi's fist of the mountain was extremely deadly, as he sat still in the den of vipers. Where the demons and devils walked in the sun devouring the souls of others. This was a suitable punishment for a man who threw away honor, he'd killed Menos such as these as a child without trouble. Killing them now was a meaningless affair that held little to no meaning even to his mind. Takeshi remained in thought not moving unless he had to do so. A sword was brought at him, this one was an Arrancar he raised his hand up. Catching the blade in his fingers lifting the creature up and tossing it into the bodies of the decaying others. Takeshi could get up if he wanted, he gave his finger a another flick sending a blast like attack that vaporized the creature.
Takeshi walked among the Demons and Devils now, because sinners only had this resort. His hawk like eyes remained visible beneath that cloak. The cold nature of Takeshi's ruthless defense of the rock he sat upon was something of a legend in this section of Hueco Mundo. Many hollows viewed him as a challenge, to get him to move from his rock was a matter of principal. He claimed something that Shinigami had no rights too, while others believed he should remain there in that location. For if he wandered it meant a greater toll of death, the large amount of hollows seemed to be abandoning this pointless exchange. Takeshi didn't move from this spot yet he still had one hundred more years of this to go. Takeshi ate here, slept here and did everything from this rock. Many believed it was something of a devotion of his to what had happened. His friends he had failed them completely in keeping his composure. Unohana he'd caused her to cry, that wasn't something he expected her capable of.
But his eyes of the hawk remained aware and ready for the next attacker. His Zanpakutō understood Takeshi's fury at himself, it was something that it grasped very well. In a way this was both of their way of atoning for the crimes of killing such pitiful weaklings. Quincy were paper between his fingers, he could still remember the night of the slaughter that he brought upon that race. Only one greater killer was ever born from that war. Raidoactive was his name, Takeshi had heard of his exploits from the Hueco Mundo. Hollows that returned here by some luck had managed to pass word around. Takeshi was friendly enough, some hollows could walk right past him with no troubles. He was simply listened, the first time he looked genuinely sad was at the news of Yamamoto's death. Takeshi cut a mountain in half as he shook in emotional anguish. He blamed himself deeply, had he stayed and been their he could of honorable cut down that bastard.
But nothing else remained to do now, but sit here for the one hundred year sentence Takeshi had designed for himself. This place of Devils and Demons had gained a new resident and visitors were welcome. Attackers were even welcome to try their luck against Takeshi's skill, he'd only gotten far more impressive at his method of attacking people. Takeshi's mind had gotten so physically tough that he believed he could destroy Hueco Mundo with a single swing of his sword sometimes, using his hands seemed to be the best handicap over anything else. But Takeshi was good enough with his Hakuda to stack up against most 2nd Division Captains. Ceon had once called him a demon of the close realm. Takeshi could fight at close distance like no other before him. He had excellent hakuda and zanjutsu. Adding these elements together, his family never bothered with kido. They trained the children and people of course, but not at use of the spells. But on the subject of defending, what chants did what. They were educational for a man like him of course.
Takeshi wiped what blood remained on his hand off on the cloak, flicking the one hollow's head off had stained it a bit. He closed his eyes as the desert began to move about ruthlessly. Training such as this was mental but something he needed to do. Takeshi's location was known to most in Hueco Mundo as the rock sitter, he'd been here for years it seemed as though he never bothered with moving from this spot if he could help it. Only time would erase the sins, no not even that would help. His sin was large killing weak Quincy who couldn't stand against him, Irelia's words echoed in his mind. Her face in shock, as the man she thought would buy into the illusion of deceit broke free. As he slaughtered her entire kin, making sure none survived his fury. Takeshi looked ahead, the next group were here already he wasn't interested really. The first two dropped from his stare, as he watched the next two attack. He closed his fist now, using a back hand motion as they attacked at the same time.
Takeshi's arm went straight through them as though nothing was there. Blood sprayed the Cloak as the hollows were cut in half by his arm alone. A large impact had hit the sand up into the air, Takeshi would continue this training among Devils and Demons alike. For this was the place that Demons and Devils walked and destined home for Takeshi Yamazaki.