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 Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 5:51 pm
Many of the more powerful Vasto Lorde choose to occupy the caverns beneath Hueco Mundo to remove themselves from the common Hollows that reside on the surface. Some Menos Grande choose to live with and serve them to gain power or for protection from more powerful Hollows than themselves.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 3:13 pm
Deep within the Caverns of Hueco Mundo there stood the shaded figure of a man dripped in blood. His entire body was covered in the blood of fallen hollows and, coupled with the eleven spikes growing from his head, it gave him quite the horrifying appearance. His demonic grin didn't help, and his torn and tattered white haori stained red topped it all off. "Pathetic." Kenpachi muttered as he shook the blood from his sword then raised it up to take a look. 50 years ago he didn't care about his sword. He'd let it chip and dent freely, put it away bloody, and brandished it wildly without care for whatever might accidentally get hit in the process, but now things were different. 50 years ago he learned the name of his sword, and since then he'd had many eye opening conversations with its spirit. Naihone was a rather frightening lady. Her long black hair, pale purple hued skin, and torn out eyes gave her a particularly eerie appearance, and while her voice could be nice at times she could also shriek louder than anything Kenpachi had ever heard. He often wondered, since learning her name, why he'd never heard her before. She had certainly whipped him into shape over the last half century. His muscles had grown in size. His typical lanky arms were now bulked up and proportional to the rest of his body now, but that wasn't all that had changed. The blade itself was more beautiful than ever. It was whole, but Kenpachi missed the drag that he felt when slicing through flesh with the way it used to be, so he worked it out with Naihone that he could serrate her blade in its unreleased state. So now he basically had a katana saw, capable of delivering great pain and cutting power while keeping it nice and healthy compared to before. Shikai was a completely different thing, but that didn't matter. Kenpachi only used it when he absolutely needed to, so he didn't care as much about how the blade felt in his hand when he released it.
In any case, he had just cut down yet another adjuchas without any difficulty, and this one was in the process of evolving to Vasto Lorde, so it was actually stronger than any adjuchas he'd faced before. With a heavy sigh he began to look around. His search turned into a run. A loud beeping noise could be heard produced right at the side of his eye patch and a flashing red light indicating that his time here was finished. He was being called back to Seireitei. With another deep sigh he turned around and began his way out. His navigation skills had improved vastly after making regular trips to Hueco Mundo. The whole place looked the same, so he needed to remember things like landmarks if he ever expected to get anywhere. Finally he reached the opening of the cavern, stepping out into the moonlight as he did so, and came to face with Las Noches. It was still a long ways off, but even from here it still looked close. His blood pumped quicker through his veins as he remembered the fight he'd had there 50 years ago with Stark. That blasted man humiliated him! He tried dozens of times to call for a rematch, but Stark wouldn't have it. Any time Kenpachi came even close to him he'd vanish and Kenpachi would be left standing there. Eventually he gave up and decided to search for someone stronger. Unfortunately he never found that person. Someone stronger than the Primera Espada. Did such a thing exist? Kenpachi's blood boiled at the thought, it was a shame no one was around to fight him. He'd be in rare form if they were...
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