Hollows Night

Whenever Hitoshi came to the Forest, it was like there was something else going on with the Hollow community, usually caused by something that did not really belong in the forest to begin with. Whether it was a rogue Arrancar killing off the lesser Hollow, a Shinigami that wanted to get some action by cutting down the weaker beings, or simply because of stronger beings fighting one another and being attracted by the spiritual pressure. He had never been attacked by Hollows, though that was most likely because they did not look kindly to getting killed. When he first came to the forest, he had established that he was stronger then them by releasing some Reiatsu, and had never been attacked since that day. Hollow were a lot like animals, preying on those weaker then them, which was why he would be quite safe here. Walking through the forest, it did not take long before he could hear the sound of battle again, coming from all over the forest. It was only natural, for all Hollow constantly tried to kill and feed on one another so they could become stronger, though this rarely worked out well for them. Most of them died, even after feeding on a great deal of them, just because they got blind sided and killed when they were busy fighting another Hollow.

It was a fun thing to see, at least to him, comparing it to watching the discovery channel. Moving further on, he could tell that there was another being like him firing his weapon, which was never a good thing. When a Quincy killed something, it meant that their very soul would deteriorate and be removed from existence. In his opinion, this was how the old fashioned Quincy did their things, though it was not how he would handle things, not when his own powers were so much more evolved then all the others. His Quincy weapon replaced the old fashioned bow, for his Magnum styled handgun had been going through his family for many hundreds of years, enhancing it to the point where it alone had the ability to cleanse the souls of those it pierces and kills, meaning it contributes to the spiritual balance of the different dimensions. It was what separated him from the rest of the Quincy, at least that was what he believed to be the case. Even though Hitoshi was different for not belonging to an important high classed Quincy family or being part of a powerful organization, he was doing well enough on his own, meeting various people along the way and doing what he felt was right.

Letting his Reiatsu flare a bit, he was certain that most of the Hollow would remember it quite well, seeing as he had been to the forest several times during the last month. He took no pride in the slaughter of Hollow, for they were like animals, trying to feed an unquenchable hunger and working hard so they could evolve, hoping to one day regain a sense of sentience. Watching the other Quincy still firing his bow, he called out to him. “You should not use that thing here. You’re in their world now, so destroying souls with a weapon like that seems a bit unfair, don’t you think?” he said, figuring that he would lower his weapon now. If it were Hollow in the material world, he had very little trouble with people shooting them down, though they were no longer in their own world, and as such, should think before they used certain types of weaponry. Seeing as some of them had already disintegrated, the rest of the Hollow quickly scattered and left the Quincy behind. Not really intending to stick around other Quincy for too long, he let out a deep sigh and started walking down his usual route again.

Mere seconds were all Hitoshi had in terms of time, forced to respond to a powerful Hollow that jumped out all of a sudden in an attempt to get rid of both Quincy. Noticing the Cero, Hitoshi used his Hirenkyaku to move to the Hollow, forcing his own arms upward in order to strike at the Hollow’s, causing the red beams to fire straight up. He had experienced first hand that Hollow were not to be underestimated when firing Cero, for they could easily scar even the strongest of beings. When the blasts shot upward, he pushed the palm of his hand into the Hollow’s chest, forcing it back with a loud clap, almost as if the ribs in it’s chest cracked on hit. Hitoshi, being a human in body, appeared to be a frail creature just like all others, though this was far from the truth, something this Hollow would soon feel first hand. By the use of his Hirenkyaku, he stepped behind the Hollow, striking another powerful hit at it’s lower back. Forming a blade of Reishi in it’s right hand, he struck down on the back of it’s head, cleaving straight through the biggest part of the creatures skull. ”Vasto Lorde... what cruel fate drove you to come here and attack me in such a pathetic fashion..” he said, just loud enough for the beast to hear him, though he had already counted his victory and claimed the creature to be dead.

Interesting as it was, it refused to go down even now, the bones in it’s chest and lower back somehow shot back in place. Stepping back a bit and drawing his blade out, the fragmented mask and flesh beneath it seemed to heal back up, closing without any kind of scar tissue. Letting out a bestial roar, it was shown that this creature had the best regenerative prowess of all the Hollow he had seen so far. Throwing his sword into the creatures chest, he aimed for his gun located at his hip, taking it out and aiming it at the Hollow. By the time the blade plunged itself into the creatures chest, his gun had been taken into his hands and aimed at the Hollow’s face. Firing at an incredible rate from within fifteen meters, the rapid fire of bullets shot with such power that within three seconds, there was very little left of it’s head, simply too much for him to regenerate. His gun, the Ace of Judgment, was the weapon he wielded instead of a Bow, finding this weapon to be much more accurate, powerful and up to date then the bows others chose to wield. “Sayonara, Hollow” he thought to himself as it’s heads fragments started dropping to the floor, the body slowly falling to it’s knees.

When the Hollow collapsed to the ground, it already died before falling face down into the white sand, what was left of it’s face. Placing a hand in the neck of the Hollow, the creature started disintegrating, taking on blue and white colors before fully turning into particles. After circling around him for a while, they got sucked into the palm of his hand, into a glove of course. This was the third Hollow he had absorbed, though it was by far the strongest. “Absorption... complete. Assimilation in progress” he spoke softly, his eyes closed for a brief moment. His glove has been built to draw in and seal away the essence of a Hollow after it’s soul passed on. This meant that it did not harm the spiritual balance, at least that was how he had designed it in the first place. With his ability to enslave reishi by using his Sklaverei, he was able to absorb the particles of the Hollow into his seal, so he could refine the particles and experiment once he got back home. When he was back at home, he would be able to take out the parts he would not need, compress the ones that worked and made into a more powerful whole.

What remained was to see how the other Quincy did in battle, for he would not bother stepping into a fight when a Hollow chose to engage. Vasto Lorde classed Menos were smart enough to know what they got themselves into, being smarter then the average human being or Shinigami. On the other hand, he did not want to step on the pride of this Quincy, believing it to be worth almost as much as a life was to some. Besides, maybe it would be funny to see how this guy fought, not seeing that many Quincy doing battle lately.

Hmm, this person seemed to be a little bit odd, though he figured that in a world of spirits and monsters, there was no longer really such a thing as normal. After he had taken care of the Hollow, he once again activated his glove in order to draw in the particles it slowly dissolved into, figuring he might as well put them to good use now that the creature had been killed. As the particles slowly got absorbed by the glove, the second Hollow completely disappeared from the face of the earth. Another powerful Hollow he could use to experiment on, maybe this one had enough power to tie the entire structure he had been working on together more tightly. Truly, the refining and sewing together of Reishi was a hard task, though it was one he gladly worked with. It allowed him to learn more about the various life forms that dwelled inside of the spirit world while gaining a much deeper respect for the races he got to look into, in every sense of the word. He was not the kind of crazy scientist one would find in a place like Las Noches or the Sereitei, though he did what he had to in order to further his own powers. Pure Quincy like him had the potential to rise much further then the other Quincy that either chose to follow different ideals or some form of religion, something Hitoshi shunned in every form. He hated religion and would not allow something so trivial to hold him down in his pursuit of greater understanding of the spiritual worlds and beings.

“First things first, I have never heard of a Quincy family outside of the one I grew up to, so a name like Tsuineda does not ring any bells. Then again, things like that don’t interest me all that much, I think most of the other races are much more interesting at the moment. Look around you, feel the spirit rich air blow past you, the sand on which you stand shift as you walk. This world is a playground to people like us, though a lot of you people do not yet understand the full potential that’s inside of you. It’s a shame really” he said, being somewhat saddened by the close mindedness of some Quincy, which was just why he had so little respect for these so called Quincy families. He too came from a long line of Quincy, going back as far as the second world war, maybe even further, though that was the first recorded member of his family. Despite the things his family had done in the past, he was still proud to be a descendant of the Bardawulf family. Having once worked with Hitler during the second world war, surviving the Quincy massacre at the hands of the Soul reapers, fighting alongside Juhabach during the attack on the Soul society, they had been part of it all. These great families had most likely not even been asked to join in on something so large scaled as the Vandenreich invasion, and even if they had, they would most likely have been to afraid to come out of their hiding place and stand up to the Shinigami oppression that had forced them down for so long.

Hitoshi held no hate in his heart for the Soul society, nor for the Hollow race that had slain his mother and father a couple of years ago, believing that it was not a good thing to hold a grudge against an entire race, rather then at the person responsible. If more people were like him in terms of his lack of racism, the world would most likely be doing a whole lot better, heck, every dimension would be a whole lot better off. Now, he had to be careful about what he shared with this guy, preferring to keep the information and progress he had made to himself, and only himself. Hitoshi was going to succeed in slowly becoming the strongest Quincy, mastering the various skills that opened themselves up to him while creating things of his own along the way. One of these things was his new glove, the one this Quincy had seen in action, an advancement of the artefact used to contain the power of a Shinigami Zanpakutō, one of which he was wearing on his other hand. “And yes, I am doing something with my glove, it’s called collecting research material for my studies. My glove is used to store and collect, though that’s about all I am willing to share right now because I already told you too much” he said, cutting off that end of the conversation as quickly as possible so as to preserve any leaking of information by him saying too much.

Shrugging his throat, it seemed like the best thing at this point to just move on to the next topic that might draw the attention away from his equipment. Perhaps if he further continued along the path of somewhat scolding the Quincy family, he could most likely push things in a different direction even more if he in some way managed to hurt the name of the impure Quincy families all together. “My name is Hitoshi Hikaru, one of the few true Quincy left in our world. Most of the Quincy families have no idea what it’s like outside of their hiding places in the big city, because they believe that it’s safe for people like us. Let me tell you, they are wrong, because when this war with Hell and Hueco Mundo ends and the side of “good” wins, who do you think the Soul society will put it’s leash on yet again?” he said with a proud ring to his voice, because that was what he was. He was not lying about the things he said, believing that it was only a matter of time before they would be targeted again. He did not blame to Soul society, though he felt like it was not really their place to torment those with good intentions. Now, he would wait and see how this guy would take his words.