Darkness filled the sky. Crystal shimmered it's radiant beauty across the sea of sand,reflected by the crescent moon. Wales and scratches filled the airviolence.winds passing by. The wales came from dark entities known as hollows. It was not unusable for these demons to seek their own flesh,to gain power. The way of life continued after the imprisonment of Aizen.
The legendary fortress still stood on it's foundation. Yet in ruins,completely demolished. Debris swept around its plains.Boulders of sheet rock and cement, laid in cracks at the ground. Only one pillar could be seen.However it's thinkness cut down to immense size. The base was covered In smaller rubble.
Raven locks dangled in the back to mid torso. Bangs flipped to one side. Sapphire optics peered from behind a bone like structure. The structure wrapped around Zorita s eyes,representing a masked bandit. She was no ordinary hollow. The classic white exterior was seen on her frame. A crop top jacket covered her top,,revealing only her midsection. The black sash held up her hakama,which carried her zanpakuto on the left. The combat boots were inverted,similar to a shinigami's sandles.
Both hands dangled at the sides. Fingers curled in clenched fists. A blue arua began emitting from her body. Soon the atmosphere around shook with such violence. Any who could not withstand such force would find themselves in a paralysis or worse.Its strength was that of an espada level Arrancar. Hollows that were close by dissipated out of existance ,from anger. The only place Zorita felt she belonged was now gone. A sigh escaped the females lips in order to calm down. Eyes shifted their course to gaze at the moon for a brief moment. Boots followed in a backwards motion,a good distance away from the remains. Hands rested in her pockets as soles pressed into the sand. The current location was where the weaker hollow resided ,along with the menos grande or gillian; memos forest.
Zorita's left hand gripped the hilt of the zanpakuto. With her thumb sliding underneath, she gently but quickly pushed up. Her right arm crossed her chest. Steel made its presence known as the blade was unsheathed. A diagnol backward motion struck downward.Then it came up placed in front of her face. This was the beginning of intense training for her to become stronger and to annihilate the new threat, that crossed her ears.
Hey there.. I Thank you for writing with me and us both discussing ideas for a starter. I will be sure to send you mine tomorrow first thing tomorrow at 12:00 on my eastern time zone. I won't forget. Is that ok?
That sounds like a reasonable. It is really nice to be remembred once you do retire, and hearing that my ability left a nice effect of future fights with a good imagination, I will train you the best way I can. And there's no turning back. Pretty soon you will be the greatest who fights with honor.
Hmmmm. I see a Magister Magi training a Arrancar. Alright I will have to take it up on your offer, but before we begin is there a reason you wanted to come let me train you. I would like to hear your reasons. I am not quite active as I use to me. However, I will be sure I'll do what I can to make you stronger.
So many memories it has been. I can only remember a few fighters, but it makes me wonder what are they up to at the moment. Those were the days when people admot defeat in battle when the results come, meaning there will always be the next time. Now the tournament now are just fixed that it is no wonder there are no finals anymore. It just takes the fun it of those sort of things when there are so many people wanting to control the fight to make it look like they abilities are suppose to be a deadly one.
