Beneath The Surface, A Whisper So Sinister [ Tento, Solo ]

The day had started with a glimmer of hope. People were beginning to rebuild, sifting through the rubble to piece together remnants of their lives. Tento was among them, his presence a steady source of comfort and strength. But as the sun climbed higher, the atmosphere shifted. A sensation of energy in the air suddenly made Tento shoot up straight as he felt the hairs in the back of his neck stick up slightly. It was far off but…

Shouts echoed through the broken streets, a chorus of fear that sent a chill down Tento's spine. "He-help! Hollows!".

The calls for help cut through the air, urgent and desperate. Carrying over a whole district. Without hesitation, Tento sprang into action, his heart pounding. He raced towards the source of the cries in a multitude of Shunpos weaving through the maze of destruction. As he neared the scene unfolded before him. Several hollows, remnants of the recent invasion, wreaking havoc once more. Their monstrous forms tore through the debris, endangering those who had just begun to find a start of a semblance of peace.

Tento's zanpakuto was in his hand in an instant, his resolve unwavering. He lunged at the nearest hollow, striking with precision and force. The creature let out a guttural roar as it disintegrated, but Tento barely had time to catch his breath before another attacked. His movements were swift, honed by years of combat, but the sheer number of hollows was overwhelming.