Redemption Of The Nemesis (Grimmjow)

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The enemy was near...

Wordlessly, the Captain hastened his steps. The once restrained rhythm of sole to stone began to swell, enlarging itself with new vigor supplied by his wiry legs, building in its intensity as it became a cadence much more dynamic yet no less metrical.

It was rare indeed! To have sent a Captain especially Hitsugaya the prodigy of all upon these forsaken grounds. The environs looked like hell with no mere living soul nor live residing around as all there would be to found are just a plain stack of sand and ashes upon the dwelling torment of insanity. The young captain was informed that a certain being or someone was causing a big commotion upon these plains during some times even though that his identity remained to be unknown... Now where would that person be...?

''Why am I the only one who's always doing this kind of dirty jobs...? And where is that person anyway...?''

Indeed, Hitsugaya wanted to finish this quickly as the mere scent of corpses and rotten wrecked out of these grounds. The aroma was just filled with an impurity of darkness. A sneeze alone was able to put a ordinary person into a coma though the boy'd still try to resist to this intense environs.

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”What have you heard, huh? You’re talkin’ in circles! Gimme somethin’ I can use!” The menos’s throat contracted and pulsed under his grip. The forest was full of morons just like this one, but it was a popular dropoff point for shinigami and a handy spot for information on other Arrancar. The smarter menos could even reel off names and bearings—naturally, smart menos were few and far between these days. Grimmjow was finding that it was getting tougher to get anything out of them. He wanted those valuable bits of low-down that could give him the upper hand, but as he glared from the puny hollow to the rest of the small gaggle of Gillian shifting and murmuring amongst themselves, he could figure he wasn’t getting it here. He gritted his teeth, seething. This was a waste of time! They were complete idiots!

“Harribel…she’s alive…”

Or not. ”Oh yeah? Where?!” He punctuated himself with a marked tightening of his grip on the Gillian, relenting when the pathetic creature squeaked in an effort to speak.

“We will not ggh—reveal our queen…” The thing stammered out in something like defiance. Grimmjow glared coldly at it as he flung it into the rest of its group—hard. They fell onto one another in a heap, chattering momentarily before stopping in stunned silence as overpowering reiatsu stole their breath and held them motionless.

”Alright, ya screwheads—listen up!!” He reached over to a nearby tree, snapping a large lower branch and hefting it in his hand. ”There’s only one person in Hueco Mundo strong enough to take charge, and it isn’t that uppity, sorry excuse for an Arrancar! You’ve done a damn good job making me mad—Now, only one person’s gonna get outta this alive. Who’s it gonna be, ah?!” Silence.

He strode over, leering over the pitifully huddled creatures. ”You’re pathetic excuses for hollow, yanno that? Jeez! It’s like the cream of ya already left and moved on to bigger, better gigs…oh wait. We did.

And I’m the only one left—the only one with any real strength anyway. I’m your king now. And you’re not gonna live to forget it!!!

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The sound of slaughter echoed through the trees. He wasn’t lying when he said one person would live—He counted, too.
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[toshirohitsugaya]

Hitsugaya would roam upon the grounds with solitude though a sudden delivering sound of flesh and slaughter would procure itself within directions of the forest. Even if it was just for a second or instant the young captain would have no problem to tracking it down. Thought now the question lies on what could possibly be in there?...

''Mhmm..Lets go then... I don't see other choices..''

In any case , it'd seem like that the youth is going to take the path anyway and test out his luck. Marvelous as it is , this would be a rather ironic situation with no stepping back though the boy detested these kinds of situations... Sending a captain out here would mean the absolute need of success on a mission, and Hitsugaya surely wouldn't put shame on his title. Especially when he was called the Prodigy of Soul Society...

Walking straight toward the forest , upon strolling quietly to not cause any commotions or attractions the boy'd try to keep his steps at a safe and adjusted pace. As the boy Turquoise eyes trained upon the place like a scanner he'd try to discover any trace of fighting or blood. Surely , the one he was searching for is in here.. Or maybe!? In any case, the enemy remains to be undoubtedly strong one! From the amount of reiatsu that he has sensed few moments ago. That was a sudden outburst , though does the enemy know his location right now? Is he watching him? Did he intentionally raised his reiatsu power to lead the boy here?

''Who's there!? Show yourself! ...''

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Looking over the scattered remains of the Menos, he nodded to himself with a wordless smirk. He got them but good, didn’t he? He speared one limp form through the back with the branch. They were nothing but useless bugs, statistics to add to his rap sheet. Only casualties counted in the vast sands of Hueco Mundo—the more the better. He could feel the hollows lurking farther in the forest coming closer, walking away, muttering amongst themselves. They were afraid of the King—the only Arrancar who bothered to come in and make an impression. Harribel was as afraid of these beasts as they were of her, and everyone else? Dead as dust.

He scooped up a shard of bone he had knocked off of one of them, wiping it off with his thumb. A souvenir. Piercing blue eyes scanned over the scene, picking up every detail of the surrounding area. It was a dense spot that lay near an outer edge of the forest; these kinds of places were scattered all through the place and Grimmjow recalled with pride that he knew where every one of them was. It was difficult to navigate them all if you didn’t know how, and the place was full of Hollows of all power levels and shapes. The elevation rose and fell at almost random points—the dunes that were the predominant feature of the plains were still present here. Yep, for Gillian and the like, living here was a hard-knock life.

For Grimmjow, it was just a vacation spot. Slipping the bone under the threading of his Zanpakutou (it was more than sharp enough and sizeable enough for him to notice its potential as a weapon), he scaled a dune in the hopes of finding either a vantage point or at the very least a place to sit down for a minute. He wasn’t sure why he felt like sitting. He wasn’t even tired.

Sitting could wait, he realized, as a voice cut through the trees. It was a young one, with a shinigami’s accent. Some fool kid shinigami must have blundered his way in. Well, time to go show him why even hollows feared the Forest of Menos which they called home.

The boy sounded as if he was north of where Grimmjow stood—of course, the trees would likely have screwed with the acoustics and it was far more likely that he was somewhere to the northeast or east-northeast. Wresting his own reiatsu under control, he stalked forward, heading due north to hook around and position himself for a back attack. He was pretty sure the kid would keep going straight. That was the instinct when you were lost. Smirking, he lowered himself as he began to sense the shinigami’s reiatsu. He was way closer than Grimmjow had expected…

With the kid that close, it was possible that Grimmjow could get a look at him. He peered forward, eyes narrowed in focus through the relative dark.

There! Geez, look at that runt. Can’t even hitch his sword right and—wait up…that looks like the same sorta cloak that That Jerk wore when he first showed up around here. Dammit! They put a kid in charge of a battalion?! Either he’s really strong, or they’re really stupid. Either way, he ain’t leavin’ alive. How long it takes to kill him though…

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A small burst of reiatsu was already forming in his hand—he shoved forward and released the speedy bala in the kid’s direction and re-located. He was prepared to run a direct attack on the kid, he just wanted to see what he’d do first.
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[toshirohitsugaya]

As the enemy approaches by within the calm silence of darkness a fateful string of instinct fragile like silk would pull by through the instinct of hitsugaya. He was approaching... Nearly... The boy could sense it even if the foe had compressed his reatsu level to a minimum extension.

''Looks like things will get ugly...''

As Hitsugaya tilts his head toward the back , he'd noticed that the enemy is trying to pull a surprise attack though it wouldn't be one anymore! It looks like that a fight was rather inevitable in these circumstances... The youth felt bad for all the livings and dead upon this place even if they committed crimes within their lives , in a matter of few minutes all that is here would be reduced to nothing but ash and dust...

''You're there aren't you?''

Upon his speech a small form of reatsu projectile would come itself at high speed toward the youth. Clearly that was a bala! From the same origin of a cero though weaker, but still good when needed to chase down preys! The boy'd dodge it with ease with a front roll as he turns himself back , facing toward the enemy. Within a angry sigh of grin , Hitsugaya'd immediately pull out his legendary zanpakutou hyourinmarou from its sheath. Shining within the deserted darkness where no light would be seeing , the bright silver hue of the cold sword itself would be enough to put light into place.

''Grimmjow..? So you're still alive huh?..''

This would be a sudden surprise though upon a close look it would seem that a Espada ''Grimmjow'' who fought in the previous war would've had survived! Well this was rather rare to see as the youth thought that all of them would be dead or captured at least. Surely if Hitsugaya had cleared or captured this one out of the way , it'd mean a lot for soul society's future unnecessary worries.

''You'll regret doing that! Sorry but seems like that I cannot allow you to see the end of today...!''

Wanting to test out the enemies strength Hitsugaya'd shunpo himself immediately toward the enemy leaving a trail of after images behind. The distance was indeed far , though Hitsugaya'd be a master at the technique shunpo. He wasn't called the Genius of the Soul Society for nothing! Raising his blade into mid air within a 80 degree range the boy'd try out for a front lethal slash though surely the enemy would block it or dodge it if he was as strong as the youth predicted. After all , right now the youth was just fighting with a little fraction of his strength as the rest still remained to be sealed away upon the moment.