Post by Ken Shirogane on Jul 23, 2023 20:10:12 GMT
Nights in Japan were beautiful, whether that was more so now or in the past that Ken had come from he could hardly decide. He could recall seeing fireflies by the pond where his home once resided.
Coming back to Japan after several hundred years was nostalgic in the countryside. But the world had changed much in that time. The city of Tokyo was immense now, with towers that surged towards the sky reaching for the heavens, or so some might say. And even in the dead of night everything was neon bright, the noise never ceased as cars and people passed below the building that Ken was fighting on.
His opponent was a tricky thing, a hollow that was by far one the toughest he had ever faced so far. Which was not many given his limited experience, though luckily this was at least not his first encounter with one.
All the same, Ken was in a tight spot. The enemy in question looked like a large caped mosquito, a pointed mask extended from its face with a sharp point. Four arms each sharp as rapiers yet as flexible as any normal limb. Frankly speaking, Ken was outgunned here. Fighting an opponent that basically had four swords was already difficult, but the mosquito also made use of its nose to jab at him occasionally, so it was really more like five swords.
And taking it even further than that, that cape was incredibly annoying. While its body might be slim and fragile that cape was actually its wings, and surprisingly durable. It would often use those cape-like wings to deflect an attack before reposting with a jab from one or more of its swords. It could also fly of course, but it seemed content to duel Ken after realizing that it was far more lethal in close range than Ken currently was.
This thing was a step above the basic hollow for sure. Though it had yet to speak, he could see the amusement and blood lust in the creature's eyes. There was sentience in those beady black bulbs.
If not for the fact that it was toying with him Ken might have already died. It was purposefully avoiding vital spots, piercing Ken between them, puncturing his body over and over, prolonging the fight, and increasing the suffering that Ken was currently experiencing.
He bled from at least a dozen different cuts and holes punching through his body. It made him dizzy just thinking about how many times he had been cut or stabbed already. He was still on his feet, but he was slowing down. He knew eventually that this hollow would grow bored and kill him then. And if that happened the situation would only become more dangerous for everyone in the city, and the soul society too perhaps.
Coming back to Japan after several hundred years was nostalgic in the countryside. But the world had changed much in that time. The city of Tokyo was immense now, with towers that surged towards the sky reaching for the heavens, or so some might say. And even in the dead of night everything was neon bright, the noise never ceased as cars and people passed below the building that Ken was fighting on.
His opponent was a tricky thing, a hollow that was by far one the toughest he had ever faced so far. Which was not many given his limited experience, though luckily this was at least not his first encounter with one.
All the same, Ken was in a tight spot. The enemy in question looked like a large caped mosquito, a pointed mask extended from its face with a sharp point. Four arms each sharp as rapiers yet as flexible as any normal limb. Frankly speaking, Ken was outgunned here. Fighting an opponent that basically had four swords was already difficult, but the mosquito also made use of its nose to jab at him occasionally, so it was really more like five swords.
And taking it even further than that, that cape was incredibly annoying. While its body might be slim and fragile that cape was actually its wings, and surprisingly durable. It would often use those cape-like wings to deflect an attack before reposting with a jab from one or more of its swords. It could also fly of course, but it seemed content to duel Ken after realizing that it was far more lethal in close range than Ken currently was.
This thing was a step above the basic hollow for sure. Though it had yet to speak, he could see the amusement and blood lust in the creature's eyes. There was sentience in those beady black bulbs.
If not for the fact that it was toying with him Ken might have already died. It was purposefully avoiding vital spots, piercing Ken between them, puncturing his body over and over, prolonging the fight, and increasing the suffering that Ken was currently experiencing.
He bled from at least a dozen different cuts and holes punching through his body. It made him dizzy just thinking about how many times he had been cut or stabbed already. He was still on his feet, but he was slowing down. He knew eventually that this hollow would grow bored and kill him then. And if that happened the situation would only become more dangerous for everyone in the city, and the soul society too perhaps.