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The beech was normally a place that Hakai hated with a passion. All that sand, all those horrible grains getting stuck in your clothes and hair - it felt wrong. Despite this opinion, the Vizard King found himself paying no mind to the yellow grain below - rather he was enticed by this wolf woman before him. She had... studied him? It almost made Hakai feel as if he was an paper she was writing about. He obviously knew this was not the intention, but it definitely made Hakai see himself in a different light if but for a moment. The more he thought on it, he could see her point of view - his mind, all of his experiences - they were a cage waiting to be unlocked, passing down all that accumulated knowledge onto someone. For the most part this was his daughter. But to release everything? Hold all your struggles, your misery to a stranger? That was something else entirely.

As Mirja threw the rock, Hakai's red eyes follow the trail of wind and watched as it left a soft crack in the wind, disappearing faster than most could follow. Smiling a bit, Hakai leaned down and picked up a handful of rocks. Pulling his arm back, he shot it fast at lightning speeds - matching the same speeds Mirja had thrown her rock at. Looking over his shoulder slightly, he flicked two rocks over to her to throw them again. "Maybe you chose the smart option. You couldn't know the type of man I have become if you didn't study me at all." He paused for a moment, thinking about the situation he was in. Throwing another rock, an even louder crack whipped through the air this time.

"That explains why you found me here then. Tell me, how goes the Gotei these days? Last I knew, we didn't exactly see eye to eye." Reflecting on himself more as he spoke, a audible anger was heard in his voice. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but reflecting on how irrational, how angry he was... it made him furious. It was a little ironic, something he understood, getting angry about his past anger, but he couldn't help but feel it. He messed up in life, and he was working every more to correct it. Clenching the rock in his hand a little tighter, he threw the last one - watching it dissintegrate before it traveled even 50 feet into red hot chunks, dropping into the ocean beneath them.

"I know you studied me, you think you understand me, but you don't. I can tell you of my past, my experiences. As you say - guidance is better than blindness. But to trade blows? That's not something many people walk away from." Taking a few deep breaths, he began to close his eyes - calming his visible anger and slowed his heart rate. It was obvious that anger, that fear of reliving his past, was still inside of him - something he could never quite rid himself of. No matter how much he changed. "But you are strong. I don't think you would falter so easily, but it's still a lot you ask of me. A fight should be quick, precise. If you wish to truly learn from me, you must hold nothing back." He crossed his arms by now, leaning his back up against a stone wall carved at the edge of the beach.

"Also, what is this Tulpa you speak of?"

Even for the small amount of time Hakai had been in her presence he could tell that she had an immense strength about her. She was enthusiastic, joyful throughout all her actions, and seemed dead set on learning what she could from him. A soft smile crossed his face as he watched her kick the rock with immense force, shattering it before it had a chance to even travel ten meters. She spoke of seeking him out, that he was a good teacher or someone filled with knowledge. But what more could someone like Hakai offer Mirja? He was unsure, and felt as if her true purpose was masked. Despite this feeling, he would smile and continue on. He wasn't one to turn someone down should they pique his interest.

"An impressive kick. You have a knack for it." Crossing his arms, his red overcoat was pulled down a bit to reveal his face clearly for the first time. His deep red eyes peered through the strands of hair as they blew to the side, completely fixated on her body movements. "But being sporadic will only get you so far. One day you might find yourself in a current that overpowers you, and you might not even realise it." His tone was deep, and he was entirely serious as he spoke these words of wisdom. Punching your way out of a problem was a solution for some instances, Hakai knew this first hand, but what happens when the river grows stronger? What happens when you no longer have the strength to fight against it? Mirja was tough, but Hakai highly doubted her ability to pull through the blockade she may eventually hit.

"Ah, so the Gotei have less of a leash on the Shinigami, huh? Normally they'd be rounding you up for weekly reports like cattle. Good to know Ibiki has allowed but a fraction of freedom to the Shinigami." A small laugh overcame him, truly pleased that there seemed to be a weaker focus on controlling even the minuscule details of their lives. Yet as he asked about the Tulpa, Hakai's first instinct was to go on guard. The large shade that drooped over the beach was referred to as female... yet it had a much more demonic structure, a plethora of hands sprouting out from it's center - acting in a circle in a sense. While not moving a muscle, Mirja and everyone around would feel his spiritual energy rise as the Earth would begin to rumble a bit beneath their feet, a light crimson glow emanating from around his body.

Though he had no clue what this was, his spiritual pressure would soon die the more she explained. The dynamic of black and gold was quite beautiful to look at, and the woman herself was interesting in figure. To think that a 'Tulpa', as Mirja called it, was capable of showing such a form. Created from the mind... It was quite an interesting concept, and if she was capable of providing him with something in exchange for his wisdom and fighting skill, perhaps it would be a beneficial path for both of them.

"From willpower and determination, huh?" Hakai spoke softly and paused to think for a moment. Lifting his head up and returning his gaze from the giant Tulpa back to Mirja, he smiled softly yet again. "Yeah, I suppose I could teach you a few things. You don't seem to lack the strength, so if I teach you anything it will be without restriction of power or strength." Pausing yet again, his vision drew back to the giant thousand armed woman in the sky. If he could manifest a Tulpa such as this... What form would it take? If it was truly manifested from mentality and the mind - perhaps it would be something from his past life. From his anger. He wouldn't know unless he tried, at least.

"How exactly does one learn the Tulpa? I doubt it's as easy as you make it sound." Kicking himself off the wall, Hakai began to walk forward and stand upon the shaded beach, flicking his right hand out from his coat to reveal the golden gauntlet covering his right hand. His zanpakuto gleamed in the light even despite the shade, at the same time creating a bit of distance between the two.

"... They look real to me. I guess you can fool someone like me with those." His eyes gazed downwards and focused her legs. Although the more she explained them, Hakai couldn't help but wonder how far science had come in the world. An entirely new pair of legs seamlessly stitched and replaced on a living body? It was incredible to think about. As he stared at them, his eyes slowly noticed the flickering feet - the coarse sand rushing through them. For someone who couldn't supply her legs with the required energy to reach their maximum, this girl sure was lively. At least it was until the somber tone drew over the two Vizards. Still covered in the shade of of Mirja's giant tulpa, he took a deep breathe and slightly chuckled as she spoke. She was in interesting individual - not something he expected, and he somewhat felt relaxed in her presence.

"Did you lose them in an accident, then? It doesn't sound like you're a fan of this man who gave you those legs." The giant figure continued to block out the sun if but momentarily as Hakai pulled down the scarf covering his face - revealing now a portion of his neck. As Mirja spoke, Hakai felt as if they were talking about two completely different Gotei. When he was young, and the Gotei 13 was ran by Yamamoto Genryusai, Vizards were outcast. Most didn't even believe them to exist. And now they were openly accepted? It was a strange world, he thought. For even considering having an hollow within him was considered blasphemous, instantly outcast as a sympathizer, if not put to death. Perhaps it was the changes in leadership or the changing world - but it made Hakai glad. Glad that nobody felt as outcasts among the Shinigami once again. "I am glad to hear that. Although I have never met her, Ibiki sounds like a very caring Captain Commander. Consider yourself lucky - not all of them are like that."

The Chikara's eyes raised for but a moment as his reiatsu began to calm, realising that not even a hint of spiritual pressure was coming off the wolf girl before him. It was clear she has spiritual essence, but it was impressive someone like her could completely annihilate their spiritual pressure. Unlike before, she took a round stone from her pocket - and Hakai's keen eyes focused on the small rock at it was flicked into the air; before disintegrating into thin air and setting a small barrier around the two. Not even flinching, Hakai watched as the barrier covered them in a small radius over the beach - essentially 'trapping' them in a bubble among the sand. As he watched the barrier go up, his eyes then drew to Mirja who invited him to sit. Grasping the back of his cape with one hand, he tore it off and threw it to the side. Underneath he revealed a black clad outfit; long jeans and a dark shirt with holes all throughout. His muscular upper body was obvious as he sat directly across from Mirja, hunched slightly over and awaiting instructions.

"Hah? You want me to delete a memory? I hardly see how dropping something so precious would bring something like this forward..." For a moment Hakai sounded outraged, but quickly fixed his tone and displeasure and decided to humor the girl. The thing that appeared before them wasn't some illusion, it didn't come from nothing. Perhaps, he thought, this was another way to look into his soul - finding his true purpose, not just a nomad wandering among the sea of people. So he indulged. Hakai had decided to see where this path would take him - for better or worse.

With a deep breathe, Hakai closed his eyes and spoke one final time before entering his trance. A somber tone came over his voice, a small smile on his lips as a few words were mumbled under his breathe. "I'm sorry, Mizore."

For a few moments, nothing had changed. The black haired man had sat there with his eyes closed - nothing but the soft passing of wind across the beach front echoing into the surroundings. Until suddenly soft grunts echoed from Hakai, a frown building upon his face. He was clearly uncomfortable, yet what was making him this way?

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For Hakai, it was spring. Earth had just witnessed the massacre of the London invasion - hundreds of thousands of people lay dead among the streets and the queen of demons emerging among the rubble to claim her throne. For Hakai, all of this was but a background scene. His responsibilities within the Monsuta were all on hold, or passed down onto Kaiedo Moui - the setting sun on the horizon filled with a blood red hue as if it signified the blood shed on that night. Located among German mountains, a small hut was found. It was not made of wood - nor was it built by stone. The crisp and shining cold of ice lined the floors, walls and ceiling. The ice hut overlooked the country below them, the setting sun showing a scene of beauty in the wake of tragedy. Standing at the brink of the grass cliff was Hakai, pulled close to his chest a purple haired woman clad in white named Mizore. For three years, these two had been married. For three years these two had been escaping away to the mountains, dropping all responsibilities and building a life away from it all. Away from the chaos that surrounded them. Somewhere... They could embrace and love life.

"We really should have built a normal house. You always seem like you're freezing your ass off in these buildings." The soft mature voice of Mizore echoed over the cliff side. A small smirk crossed her face.

"You know the cold doesn't get to me. If it did, I doubt I could be around you as much as I am. Now if you were made of fire... we might have problems." Hakai chuckled teasingly. He stood a good foot and a half over his wife, even as his arm wrapped around her he had to lean down a long way to simply kiss her on the head.

"Oh? Well I can 100% say you don't have to worry about the house ever burning down with your careless cooking."
"Burn the house down? Hah, I don't think it's possible to light a match in this cold anyway!"

The two were very clearly in love, and their very presence radiated a warmth that filled their heart. They had yet to fully understand their role in the world - a pair of Vizards temporarily living on the mountain side. Pushing her body away slightly, Mizore's indigo eyes gazed upwards at Hakai - his long black hair curling around her right index finger as she gazed ever long into his menacing red eyes. To her, they were calming. The people saw fire, she saw a lost man in need of guidance. Where others saw rage, she saw a small puppy, abandoned to die alone. The way her bright hues gazed into his warmed Hakai's soul - and couldn't help but smile every time she did it.

"What do you think of the name Hana?" She posed, a curious expression on her face.

"Hah? Where is that coming from?" His voice was confused, yet he laughed as he asked.

"Well..." A hand was placed on her belly, while her left hand guided Hakai's right to touch it. Looking back up into his eyes, she smiled and laughed loudly this time. "I thought your daughter should have a pretty name. You talk about how negativity is associated with yours, why not give her the opposite?" In that moment, all thought faded from Hakai. He focused on one thing - he was having a daughter? His face lit up like nobody had ever seen before, and his heart began to thump as he pulled Mizore in close. Tears rolled down his eyes as he did so. If there was one thing Hakai cared about most in this world: it was family. Not the family who beat him and destroyed his entire life. But the family he was building. He would not let his daughter, his wife, face the world alone. In that moment he swore to lay down his life for his family. All past deeds were nothing to him, and even if it meant destroying and leaving everything he had built up - he would protect them.

"I... I love it. You do realise flower force is a little hippy sounding though, right?" The two shared a chuckle yet again. It was the last time Hakai had remembered himself being so happy. And it was a memory that began to keep him afloat in times of darkness - it was a pillar that allowed him to keep his mind afloat. To remember how much Mizore meant. While it kept him afloat, it was also a weakness to keep him down. Even in this trance, in this memory, Hakai could see why untying yourself to a memory was a key part in this. Why you needed to unshackle yourself from such a memory.

And in that moment, everything faded away. The bright sunset began to melt into darkness as the bodies faded away into nothing. The beautiful ice castle began to crumble and all faded to black. With eyes still closed, Hakai's outer body began to flicker. His reiatsu picked up as a blue aura began to flash as tattoos over his arms. A moment later, a wave of silver dye swept across his scalp - for a single moment opening his eyes.


As his eyes opened fully, the silver hair began to fade and his normal black hair took hold. The blue tattoos that began to shine dissipated into thin air and his reiatsu began to fade back into nothing as his body calmed. Breathing heavily, Hakai's eyes scanned for but a moment and then looked onto Mirja who say before him. "T-that was... strange." He raised his hands up closer to his chest as he looked at them. His heart was still racing and confusion overcame him for but a moment. He felt different. He remembered what just happened, yet he felt somewhat... disconnected.

"Did... it work? I feel weird. Like... I have this memory... but it's fleeting. Unshackled from it..."

He had a lot of questions. She had given him the instructions he needed, yet he figured it wasn't so simple. He felt unhinged, yet not different at the same time. Maybe it would take much more stressful circumstance to understand what had happened. He hoped, at least, Mirja would be able to answer this.