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“The worst thing?”

That was a question Hayden would have to think about not because he had commited such awful acts frequently but due to well.. what was the worse thing he had ever done.

“I am torn between two options; forsaking my post within the gotei and...”

The tired voice faded for just a bare moment before his jaw closed tightly, his jaw flexed instinctively before relaxing as he cooled his nerves. He looked to the person as the fire of the campfire blazed softly glowing in his eyes.

“.. The second worst atrocity I have committed was wiping a city off the face of the earth.”

As for how he did this- when he did this was something that he couldn’t divulge at this moment. Not to this person not now. All he knew was that day was a day he wish could he bury deep within his being and forget about.

“As for the worst thing that has ever happened to me? Being stuck in Hunco Mundo. That experienced gnawed at my mind and my soul causing a beast to form within me. Torture. Death. Murder. Brutality. These are acts that I experienced and had to commit to survive. I am not a good man- just someone with a goal. I ain’t got nothing to prove..”

“I don’t want to do battle; but if I have to I must. I just needed salvation.”

The male stood before her in a black shinigami robes with the sleeves ripped off with jagged edges revealing his heavily defined arms, fist clenching his large Zanpakuto with the tip buried in the ground. Where his unit patch once was now torn off revealing his chest slightly, his red scarf connected to a cape that blew in the wind with battered edges. He may have said he wasn’t looking for a fight but none the less a shinigami in Hunco Mundo had to fight to survive. The man was clearly hiding his spiritual energy as if this was his base spiritual pressure he would not have survived lone in the void. But she did sense something off about him most likely, if she remembered the visored she may notice his reiatsu was similar to their’s.

“I do not represent the Gotei or any other faction but myself; I just wish to rest and find a way out of here.” 

Blood, metal, and sweat; this was the smell of Hunco Mundo at least the path that the black robed male had took. The path he took was a straight one yet everything he had passed had either had the chance to flee or ended up a training fodder for his blade. Few people and even fewer shinigami willingly walked into the void known as Hunco Mundo; to train none the less. But then again this was the only true way to train in his eyes, the world weighing upon his shoulders and his blade the only thing keeping him alive. This was the way he was meant to live and if he had to slay a million hollows to achieve his next state; so be it.

His reiatsu was overflowing in such an absorb amount one would think that a Captain or Espada was in the area, but what they felt was a mixture of hollow and shinigami reiatsu pouring from the shinigami on his pilgrimage through the void. Every challenger that crossed his path had found it’s self unworthy, each ending a corpse on the flow. By the time they realized what they where facing; it was too late. Until now he hadn’t felt anything worthy of this time; till now. He stopped in his tracks his head turning as a grin came onto his face feeling a thud inside of him- something strong was churning at his gates and it wanted out. Now.