Thunderous Winds Of The Forest

“You want to spar?” Hitoshi asked, wondering if the guy was sure about his words. Hitoshi was not one for spars, for most of his fights had left himself wounded and the enemy near death. It was not really his fault, it was just that his powers were not really meant for casual sparring, made rather to inflict wounds that would soon lead to defeat or even death. Hollow, Arrancar, Demons and even Shinigami, all had tried to defeat him in combat, yet so far all had failed in doing so. Most had not been able to land a single hit on him, though a select few had been able to scar him. Being a man of honor, after healing the wounds he had sustained, he kept a slight scar to remind him of the one that had been capable of wounding him, for they had taken hits that were far more terrible then what they had been able to do to him. Hitoshi was just a human, and a human body was not as resilient as the body of a spiritual being, especially in the material world. When in a spiritual world however, this was no longer the case, for the world around him would become somewhat of a shield and sword for him. It would not change all that much for him, though it evened out the playground just a bit more, at least that was what he chose to believe. When he thought about it, some of the questions and answers provided by this guy had more or less given him the idea that his intention had been to ask him for this spar all along, a funny thought indeed.

“Before I sign up for sparring of any kind, I would like to explain a couple of things to you. First of all, i’d like to go somewhere else if we are going to fight. I’d like to keep this forest in one piece you see, which actually takes me to the next point. My powers are not.. meant for sparring, they have been created to destroy. When we do fight, please realize that if I do release this power, bad things are bound to happen.” It was nothing that had not been said before, though it was the first time he warned something about the brunt of his power before hand. His strongest release, the Quincy Vollstandich, had the power to not only destroy all forms of spiritual energy, it also had the power to bend and manipulate them entirely. This meant as much as it explained, because it meant that he could completely destroy spiritual beings with it and make them part of his arsenal as he had been forced to do so many times before. He did not like killing, so the least thing he could do before absorbing the particles that made up the bodies was letting their souls go into the spiritual cycle. It was truly the least he could do to make up for crushing them and ending their life, though most had sought death on their own by ignoring his warnings. Sometimes, warnings fell on deaf ears, leading to inevitable fighting, bloodshed and eventually death, for that was the way of the world.

With a flick of his wrist, a mass of shadows formed at his feet, reaching up roughly two meters from the ground. When one would take the time to stare into the howling darkness, one would be able to see the white sands of Hueco Mundo’s vast deserts on the inside. Just like any dim witted person would have figured out by now, this shadows were a portal that would take them from the Material world, straight into the world of Hollow. Making a gesture as if to say “follow me” without needing words, he stepped into the shadows that would transport him to the world of the Hollow in less then a second. When he stepped out, he would wait for the other guy to choose to follow him, taking his time to scan the area with his own senses. He could sense some presences, though none of them were really going to be a problem for him or for the Shinigami, most Hollow did not plan on rushing to their deaths when they did not have to, being much smarter then what most people would give them credit for. Now, he would just wait for Zeda to step into the area, hearing what he had to say about the warning he had given him.