12-30-2006, 03:25 AM
This isn't mine, but a friend wanted it looked at...
The world shook. A monster of unfathomable power had been released. It stood, unmoving, even as a swarm of hollows moved to consume it.
The monster?s name was Zaraki Kenpachi, and he longed to test his strength. The hollows that surrounded him were weak. They were forged from the souls of school children. A more powerful hollow had happened upon the school as it blindly wandered the plains of the living, and there was no sweeter a smell than that of an innocent soul. Thus, they were consumed, and transformed. Now, Kenpachi stood to face them, to test his own strength.
The first lashed out with a clawed hand, but Zaraki barely notice the barbed fingers grazing over his flesh. The second, a much larger and angrier variant of the first, took to latching onto The Swordsman, digging its fangs into the flesh of his neck. The monster?s teeth were not strong enough to pierce the skin, and they shattered. Zaraki frowned. His body simply was too strong for the Hollow to damage, his reiatsu acting as a shield from all bodily harm. Weakness had no hope of piercing it.
It was such a pity, their inadequacy. But, if they were not strong enough to pose a threat, there was no use in delaying the inevitable. His right arm fell to his side, his hand tightening around the hilt of his blade. In a motion too fast for the Hollows to follow, he drew the blade, and rotated his body once. The sword followed, its blade cutting in an arc. Sheathing the sword, The Swordsman smiled as the bodies of his foes broke in half, and vanished into dust.
Now, it was on to bigger and better things. The Hollow that had mutated the children was nearby, Kenpachi could smell it. Perhaps it would pose a greater challenge. Exposing his power for an instant, Zaraki kicked off the ground and vanished.
Reappearing a few hundred miles away, he stared into the yellow eyes of his next victim. This Hollow, was fully developed, and at its full height, it stood well over that of at least five Kenpachi?s. It smiled beneath a mask of bone, before opening its mouth and letting its massive tongue wet its lips. It thought to make a meal of the Swordsman, a shame one couldn?t fight at the fullest of their ability when under the influence of an empty stomach. Under such a scenario, Kenpaichi may have actually had to try. Alas, with a swing of his arm, the monster fell, its head cleaved from its neck.
With great disappointment did Ken-Chan open a gateway to Soul Society, and step through it. The land of the living never provided a challenge for him, and Soul Society, bar a few potential exceptions, was just the same. The envoy, after seeing its cargo delivered successfully, vanished from existence. Depression set in soon after.
Was there no one who could pose a decent challenge? Were there none who could oppose the great and powerful Zaraki on an even plane? From what he had seen in his lifetime, there were none. Even so, he had to get to Seireitei and make his report. He hated making reports. It took away from his training time. Not that he needed it, but he grew bored just lying around not doing anything. And with combat being his obsession, he took to mock forms of it when boredom struck. Sure, swinging a sword at air wasn?t the same as swinging that same blade through flesh, but it was just enough to keep Zaraki sane.
It wasn?t long until he had gone to the center or Seireitei, made his report, and returned back to the small shack that served as his living quarters. Shunpo was truly a marvelous ability. Sure, he was no master, but it served him well in his travels. Plus, it had practical uses as well. To be able to vanish from sight, and appear anywhere at a whim, was truly a wonderful combat maneuver. That ability, added on to The Swordsman?s mastery of Zanjutsu, or Zanpakutou, made him an even deadlier force than he already was. Though, his mastery of the sword hid his inferiority in the art of Kidou, or Demon Arts as they were commonly referred. There were two types of Kidou, Bakudou (Binding spell) and Hadou (Blasting spell), and Ken-Chan was quite poor at performing both types. This didn?t matter; he?d rather cleave his foe in half then blast them with some spell from a distance. There was no fun in that. Even so, he was bound to the same rules as all Shingami, and they entailed that when one reached the pinnacle of their art, they would not become any stronger. Therefore, if Zaraki wished to become truly powerful, he would have to effectively master all of the battle techniques.
Such tedium was not anything Zaraki wished to invest his time in, but it was not as if he had much say in the matter. So, with a scowl and a burst of power, Zaraki readied himself to perform the most basic of Kidou maneuvers. Raising a muscled arm, he pointed his index finger to a nearby tree, only to be interrupted by the blaring of an alarm.
A hollow was loose in the living world, and Zaraki would get to it first.
*****************************
The beast fell dead, and once more The Swordsman was disappointed. Surely there was something in this world that could whet his appetite for battle.
It was then that he noticed it. Reiatsu, it was strong, and it was close.
Zaraki smiled, this Reiatsu was greater than his own. He smiled wider at this realization.
Turning to his left, he saw the gate to Soul Society open, and a very powerful being step forth into the mortal plane.
?It?s ?bout time.? Zaraki said, before charging this new foe.
What do you guys think?
The world shook. A monster of unfathomable power had been released. It stood, unmoving, even as a swarm of hollows moved to consume it.
The monster?s name was Zaraki Kenpachi, and he longed to test his strength. The hollows that surrounded him were weak. They were forged from the souls of school children. A more powerful hollow had happened upon the school as it blindly wandered the plains of the living, and there was no sweeter a smell than that of an innocent soul. Thus, they were consumed, and transformed. Now, Kenpachi stood to face them, to test his own strength.
The first lashed out with a clawed hand, but Zaraki barely notice the barbed fingers grazing over his flesh. The second, a much larger and angrier variant of the first, took to latching onto The Swordsman, digging its fangs into the flesh of his neck. The monster?s teeth were not strong enough to pierce the skin, and they shattered. Zaraki frowned. His body simply was too strong for the Hollow to damage, his reiatsu acting as a shield from all bodily harm. Weakness had no hope of piercing it.
It was such a pity, their inadequacy. But, if they were not strong enough to pose a threat, there was no use in delaying the inevitable. His right arm fell to his side, his hand tightening around the hilt of his blade. In a motion too fast for the Hollows to follow, he drew the blade, and rotated his body once. The sword followed, its blade cutting in an arc. Sheathing the sword, The Swordsman smiled as the bodies of his foes broke in half, and vanished into dust.
Now, it was on to bigger and better things. The Hollow that had mutated the children was nearby, Kenpachi could smell it. Perhaps it would pose a greater challenge. Exposing his power for an instant, Zaraki kicked off the ground and vanished.
Reappearing a few hundred miles away, he stared into the yellow eyes of his next victim. This Hollow, was fully developed, and at its full height, it stood well over that of at least five Kenpachi?s. It smiled beneath a mask of bone, before opening its mouth and letting its massive tongue wet its lips. It thought to make a meal of the Swordsman, a shame one couldn?t fight at the fullest of their ability when under the influence of an empty stomach. Under such a scenario, Kenpaichi may have actually had to try. Alas, with a swing of his arm, the monster fell, its head cleaved from its neck.
With great disappointment did Ken-Chan open a gateway to Soul Society, and step through it. The land of the living never provided a challenge for him, and Soul Society, bar a few potential exceptions, was just the same. The envoy, after seeing its cargo delivered successfully, vanished from existence. Depression set in soon after.
Was there no one who could pose a decent challenge? Were there none who could oppose the great and powerful Zaraki on an even plane? From what he had seen in his lifetime, there were none. Even so, he had to get to Seireitei and make his report. He hated making reports. It took away from his training time. Not that he needed it, but he grew bored just lying around not doing anything. And with combat being his obsession, he took to mock forms of it when boredom struck. Sure, swinging a sword at air wasn?t the same as swinging that same blade through flesh, but it was just enough to keep Zaraki sane.
It wasn?t long until he had gone to the center or Seireitei, made his report, and returned back to the small shack that served as his living quarters. Shunpo was truly a marvelous ability. Sure, he was no master, but it served him well in his travels. Plus, it had practical uses as well. To be able to vanish from sight, and appear anywhere at a whim, was truly a wonderful combat maneuver. That ability, added on to The Swordsman?s mastery of Zanjutsu, or Zanpakutou, made him an even deadlier force than he already was. Though, his mastery of the sword hid his inferiority in the art of Kidou, or Demon Arts as they were commonly referred. There were two types of Kidou, Bakudou (Binding spell) and Hadou (Blasting spell), and Ken-Chan was quite poor at performing both types. This didn?t matter; he?d rather cleave his foe in half then blast them with some spell from a distance. There was no fun in that. Even so, he was bound to the same rules as all Shingami, and they entailed that when one reached the pinnacle of their art, they would not become any stronger. Therefore, if Zaraki wished to become truly powerful, he would have to effectively master all of the battle techniques.
Such tedium was not anything Zaraki wished to invest his time in, but it was not as if he had much say in the matter. So, with a scowl and a burst of power, Zaraki readied himself to perform the most basic of Kidou maneuvers. Raising a muscled arm, he pointed his index finger to a nearby tree, only to be interrupted by the blaring of an alarm.
A hollow was loose in the living world, and Zaraki would get to it first.
*****************************
The beast fell dead, and once more The Swordsman was disappointed. Surely there was something in this world that could whet his appetite for battle.
It was then that he noticed it. Reiatsu, it was strong, and it was close.
Zaraki smiled, this Reiatsu was greater than his own. He smiled wider at this realization.
Turning to his left, he saw the gate to Soul Society open, and a very powerful being step forth into the mortal plane.
?It?s ?bout time.? Zaraki said, before charging this new foe.
What do you guys think?