False Battle (private ask to join 6 people max, no death)

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Yoma was still on his quest for power yet he was unable to fend off the feeling that was always nagging away at his soul. He waited for those who would be arriving soon to his arena, The F zone, Also known as the Fight zone within the Imaginary District of Karakura central. Yoma knew everything was set. He knew this was the only way he could survive by constantly pushing his power beyond his current self. He knew he had to, This was the only way he could ever survive. He knew that without his zanpakuto he wouldn’t be the same that he was before but yet this meant nothing. Yoma had borrowed a wooden sword to use a temporary replacement. He hated it but had no choice a sword was the only weapon he ever knew.

Yoma had thought about this for a long time as he stood in the quiet and bodiless area of the F Zone, Nothing existed in this area meant for fighting except for tall skyscraper like buildings and roads meant to replicate a city. With parked but non working cars littered about. Yoma Thought how strange it must be for someone to enter this area for the first time.

Yoma, had placed fliers all around the city and around many countless places he traveled advertising a fight. He wanted anyone and everyone to come. He had lied and made his flyers more appealing than they actually were, making promises he could not keep to interest anyone in general no matter what they desired their would truly be no reward only battle. This is all Yoma could desire for.

Yoma had nothing planned, nothing ahead of this his only desire was to obtain the power to fend of the power that would constantly consume him if he continued to stand still. He knew this may only bring more hatred towards him but he didn’t care he wanted to obtain further power soon. Yoma could do nothing but impatiently wait for those who would arrive. It bothered him that it felt time was moving too slow that Yoma couldn’t help but pace around. He hated when things happened to slowly, he had expected something to start up quickly.

Yoma could feel his other self reacting inside of him but decided to pay this no mind he wouldn’t allow his time to be taken away. He wanted to keep his life not lose it to someone who the life would be wasted on. Yoma’s movements quickly became much swifter as he continued pacing warming up his body and muscles. He just felt that he should have thought of some sort of distraction or something for himself to wait. It was stupid to stand here all alone with nothing to do other then just wait for someone to possibly show. Yoma was annoyed but held back and restrained himself. Someone would show he knew it. Once they did he would have his fun he knew he would.

Leviathan's face was plastered with his usual apathetic look as he roamed through thought to just a few hours ago. He had been with several other of his shinigami friends who had basically tore him a new one by making fun of his skills. They all laughed and called him weak, saying that it was so horrible he was weak because he came from the Shihōin family who was known to produce power people. However he didn't blame them one bit as it was true, Leviathan knew that he lacked skills and was weaker than most people that roamed within the Gotei 13. He just didn't want to be reminded by his own weakness, it hurt to know that if something where to ever he wouldn't be able to stop it, just like all those years ago. He winced a little as he remembered the onslaught of hollows that attacked him and his group a few months ago and killed most of his friends that he went to the academy with. The attack of the hollows had also caused him to loose his parents in the process but someone he managed to survive. If he was truthful, he only survived because he was so scared to fight he ran away unlike the rest of those who had died right in front of him.

He was continually drowned into his thoughts and not paying attention to his surroundings, making him smack right into a metal pole and falling to the ground from the impact. "Ouch!" Leviathan said as he rubbed his forehead, it hurt like hell and he was sure that a not would form eventually. As he kept rubbing his head, he noticed that a piece of paper had fallen from the poll onto the ground in front of him. "What's this?" He asked himself as he picked up the flier and read over it and grew interested in what it had written on it. It seemed that someone wanted to have a sort of training spar with some people in the F-zone of town. Leviathan hadn't been there only but once when he had accidentally wandered in there while visiting the living world for the first time and knew it was a good place to have such a thing. The only problem is that he had no clue what the real intentions of the person who had made the fliers, what if they just wanted to gather people and kill them? Leviathan didn't have a clue but he knew he needed to get stronger and something like this would help do it. He owed it to his deceased parents to get stronger and not run away like he did that horrible day. He would no longer sit idle and be weak, from this day he would work on becoming stronger.

He quickly made his way from the ground and threw the flier back to where it fell, making his way to the F-Zone to meet the person who had put it up. Thanks to his partially good skills in Hoho, he managed to reach the F-Zone faster than he would have walking or running at his normal speed. If he hadn't found the fighting zone when he had first gotten to Karakura, he would have thought it was just a normal part of town and not a special area for fighting. It had tall skyscraper like building and street ways that were littered with non working cars. He wondered what made someone make this area to begin with but he didn't want to think about it to much as he wasn't here to learn it's history. Leviathan was here to get stronger. With his zanpakuto attached to his back thanks to his thin bronze chain, he began to wander the zone to find the person who had put out the fliers around town. Would anyone else be here with the person? If so then it's more the merrier, it would give him a chance to gain more experience and strength from this battle. After roaming for a few he finally spotted a male that seemed to be waiting for something or someone, that means he had to be the person who had put up the fliers. The young shinigami began to close the distance and would soon be visible to the stranger. He hoped this went as well as he wanted it too.

Arashi had been intrigued by the fliers that he had found while running errands for his master. A battle sounded interesting, it would be a good chance to improve his skills, and learn more about people who perhaps had similar powers or interests. It would be fun... so he went. He was unskilled at most Shinigami Skills, so he walked instead, opting not to use his Tigers to get there as he normally would. He wanted to save those guys for the actual fight, having 2 horse sized Tigers on one's side tended to give a bit of an edge to a person. His mask he would save until the fight got ugly, in fact he wouldn't use a single power until he had to.

The young Vizard soon reached his destination, heading straight up to the 2 people who already seemed to be there, both total strangers to him. His eyes fixed on the two, both seeming fairly unique individuals, and fairly close to him in terms of power. Neither seemed all that strong, but then again, Arashi wasn't all that strong either. He was weak, the whole reason he had come here. He wanted to be strong, and training was the only way to accomplish that. Only through trying would he grow stronger. Only through hard work would he be able to grow. For once, he wasn't wearing a dress, but a simple set of black robes that seemed to swallow him whole, so long and flowing were they. His white hair fell in his eyes, and caused him to shake his head in annoyance.