Felis-nyan
~Formerly Known as Cheshy~
- Joined
- Jun 20, 2020
- Location
- Adelaide
Hana Arashi, Captain of Squad Six of the Gotei Thirteen, stood staring impassively into the void of Hueco Mundo. Her, her Lieutenant and her entire squad of seated officers had infiltrated the Espada's home-dimension in the hopes of finishing them off. While the Espada had put up an impressive fight in the real world, they had been injured, and Hana herself hadn't fought, being held back in reserve. Her Bankai, while marginally weaker than Yamamato's, was capable of wreaking indiscriminate destruction of the highest level when unleased. The Gotei Thirteen hadn't wanted her using it while the other Captain's and their Squads were on the field, unless they had no other choice. Her own Squad members were all immune to it's effect, to some extent, because of a blood bond they shared with Hana.
A short while ago, they had emerged into a vast, desolate wasteland. The thirty shinigami were currently camping around a series of small fires, talking to themselves. Hana and her Lieutenant, Sakura Matsuro, were moving between the groups, talking to each member, keeping their spirits up. It had been over a week since they had come here, and they were yet to see a single Espada or their fraccione, although they had killed what felt like thousands of hollows, including several Menos Grande hollows which Hana herself had slain, roughlessly and without a scrap of mercy or hesitation. Her, and Sakura's, quick thinking actions had lead to their Squad not even suffering an injury so far on their journey.
Sighing softly as she moved away from the fires, into the darkness that encroached on their campsite, Hana focused on her Zanpakuto. Unlike most Shinigami, Hana possessed a rather unique ability to converse with the Spirit of her Zanpakuto, Satsuka.
"What do you think, Satsuka? It has been quiet, and easy to get this far. I must confess. I feel a deep sense of...unease. Dread. Apprehension. My people are in danger, Satsuka...and I'm not fond of that though."
"Tis indeed worrisome, Lady Hana. The fact that thou and thy retainers hast not encountered any resistance is dubitably cause for concern. I worry that thou art walking into an ambush."
Satsuka's voice, in Hana's head, was that of an old-fashioned Queen or Empress, noble, regal and elegant. Hana's own voice was soft and cultured and dignified, but had nothing on that of her Zanpakuto. While she stared into the darkness around her, Hana allowed her hand to come and rest on Satsuka's hilt.
A short while ago, they had emerged into a vast, desolate wasteland. The thirty shinigami were currently camping around a series of small fires, talking to themselves. Hana and her Lieutenant, Sakura Matsuro, were moving between the groups, talking to each member, keeping their spirits up. It had been over a week since they had come here, and they were yet to see a single Espada or their fraccione, although they had killed what felt like thousands of hollows, including several Menos Grande hollows which Hana herself had slain, roughlessly and without a scrap of mercy or hesitation. Her, and Sakura's, quick thinking actions had lead to their Squad not even suffering an injury so far on their journey.
Sighing softly as she moved away from the fires, into the darkness that encroached on their campsite, Hana focused on her Zanpakuto. Unlike most Shinigami, Hana possessed a rather unique ability to converse with the Spirit of her Zanpakuto, Satsuka.
"What do you think, Satsuka? It has been quiet, and easy to get this far. I must confess. I feel a deep sense of...unease. Dread. Apprehension. My people are in danger, Satsuka...and I'm not fond of that though."
"Tis indeed worrisome, Lady Hana. The fact that thou and thy retainers hast not encountered any resistance is dubitably cause for concern. I worry that thou art walking into an ambush."
Satsuka's voice, in Hana's head, was that of an old-fashioned Queen or Empress, noble, regal and elegant. Hana's own voice was soft and cultured and dignified, but had nothing on that of her Zanpakuto. While she stared into the darkness around her, Hana allowed her hand to come and rest on Satsuka's hilt.