Bridge of Hope [ Tento | Ajora ]

A pulse of energy shifted in the air. A soft tremble as an attempt was made from the other side of the realm that was the Soul Society to Earth. Tento stood at the edge of the Garganta that he had just summoned, a featureless black void that connected Hueco Mundo and the other worlds. His hollow mask dawned on his face as the ying yang symbol appeared plastered on the white background. The swirling darkness before his eyes was a stark contrast to the pristine skies of the Soul Society. Despite how often he had used this by now to give aid, it was not normal yet from him to see this. But times came a need, and his use of his inner hollows abilities became a fact he accepted.

As the portal opened, revealing its depths, Tento felt the weight of his mission pressing on his shoulders. He was to transport much-needed supplies and vital information to the human world, specifically to Africa—a once strong, beautiful nation now marred by the devastation of a hollow attack. The Gotei had trade agreements and payments with many nations. But all that went down in flames when the Gotei disbanded and land was relinquished alongside its resources. Thankfully there were people who still had resources at hand. And be it from kindness or the chance to make a profit. They took the opportunity to fill the void.

Enter Tento. A man who could solve a piece of the transportation issue, for a fee. Taking a deep breath, Tento stepped into the abyss. The transition through the Garganta was disorienting, the void around him seemingly endless and unchanging. Yet, he moved forward with purpose, his resolve unwavering. The people of Africa needed help, and he would ensure they received it. As he emerged on the other side, the harsh reality of the destruction hit him. Still. The landscape was scarred, buildings reduced to rubble, and the air thick with the smell of smoke and despair. But amidst the ruins, there was a sense of resilience, a determination to rebuild and survive. Tento knew that his mission was not just about delivering supplies and information; it was about bringing hope and support to those who had lost so much.

He glanced back at the Garganta, the portal slowly closing behind him. With a deep breath, he tightened his grip on the supplies he carried and set off toward the heart of the destruction, ready to do his part in helping Africa rise from the ashes. Letting his mask fade away in a black flame of reishi. "Hey! I got some supplies here", he called out to no one in particular.