âïž : seeing your muse in somewhere they didnât expect to see
It had always bugged Bazz-B that the Shinigami communicated with their Zanpakuto from within. It was frustrating being left out of a conversation, even when you had no interest with either party involved. He had, at first, denied the existence of this guardian spirit. Death Gods speaking to swords? Someone call an asylum. But it became an undeniable fact after a few had materialized.
From that point heâd set about researching what little he could about them. Aside from the basic combat capabilities already included in notable Shinigami dossiers, he committed a few more pieces of information to mind.Â
-Some could be ranked on power for their elemental category.-Some could act outside of a Shinigamiâs wishes.-Some responded to different names.
Aside from that, recognizing reiatsu was the most important thing. A lot of Shinigami had become frustratingly adept at masking their power. Nothing on the level of a Quincy, but enough to require serious searching. A Zanpakuto almost always gave off the same vibe as their masterâ almost like an aftertaste.
So when essence of Aizen walked into a strip club, Bazz-B almost spat out his entire drink onto the exposed breasts in front of him.
