Training of the Mind [Momo]

With the warm breeze that blew over the white desert, kicking tiny specs of sand into the air, blowing around the almost empty space that was known as The White Desert that was in Las Noches. The sun high in the sky casting long shadows out over the giant rocks and other things all over the desert, a single shadow of a person on top of one of those rocks, it was the 3rd Espada, the old 3rd Espada that was thought to be dead when she actually wasn't. When she was taken down by Aizen she was actually rescued by one of the 4th Division medical team that healed her and then she left on the spot, not appearing for around 400 years until she showed back up the same person that she was 400 years ago, the quiet angel, Tia Harribel. She had a black top on the slightly covered her mouth and covered her breasts as well as she had very loose pants that went around her waste, all black and the neck of her top was lined with fur, her sword was in a sheath on her back, the sheath was short, about 2 feet in length. Enhaling a little bit through her nose she could smell and slightly taste that metallic hint of blood that was in the air, showing you that this was almost like a dead wasteland.

"I haven't tested this sword out in quite awhile."

Really she hadn't, the last time that she was in a battle was about 400 years ago and she was rusty on her fighting, being an arrancar she was almost completely different then the other people of her kind, she cared about the people that were around her, mainly her fraccion at any given time, she was calm and didn't like to fight in the least bit trying to stray away from fighting as much as she could. With a single movement she pulled her sword out of it's sheath, spinning it around her finger a couple times, pulling it quickly out just to grab the hilt of the sword. The sword was about 2 feet long it had a opening in the center and then the blade was going all along the opening.

"Ola Azul."

The inside of her blade where there wasn't any blade started to glow a bright yellow swinging her sword back and then forward as a yellow wave started to go toward a rock about 20 meters away from herself on impact it exploded suddenly in a violent display of bright yellow light, the impact knocking sand everywhere as well as emitting a small amount of force that went around in a blast, shielding her eyes a little bit so that the sand didn't get in her eyes, smiling a little bit all along. As the sand settled down, she took her sword and placed it on both of her hands looking at it, a tool of destruction even though she didn't like to use it, she would protect her fraccion, if she ever saw them again, swinging it around she grasped the hilt again and then slid it into it's sheath with a little smile on her face.

"Even though after so long, i have no lost my touch it seems, i am strong still, stronger then i even was back then."

Her voice was calm as she then sat down and then hung her feet over the edge of the giant rock looking out into the horizon.