Vizard/Visored Training

Nothing. Nothing but this lonely pillar. All that he could see was a pillar that grazed the never-ending sky in the Demon World. The green-haired man sat down on one of the many, many leveles of this towering city-like area. Why was he here? Shouldnt he be training as a member of Monsuta? Being honest with himself, he didnt much care for the group itself. Just the fact that he got to fight those Visored Corps bastards was enough for him. He loathed them, fighting just to fight. Everyone had some pathetic reason to fight nowadays, it was getting worse with time.

Though usually he didnt like to engage in battle for a dumb reason like this one, he was actually rather excited to test out his newly-attained Bankai on some poor soul. He was hoping he would be able to test it out soon. He didnt appear excited though, as he sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and his sword in his lap. As a matter of fact, he was the epitome of calmness.

His light blue over-coat swayed slightly, probably from the weak breeze. Even though the Demon World was not anything like Earth, a gentle breeze was all it took to remind him of home, even if he had grown up in a desert.

He started playing with his sword, swinging it too and fro, imitating a battle he had with his Sword Spirit Vague Katti. What an amazing battle, he thought to himself. One to cherish for all time. Perhaps when he takes on his Inner Hollow, he will have just as much time. And so his thoughts continued as he waited...