He is Relentless

A adjustment to the glasses was made, and the books carried in the hand of the Bounto: Origin of Species by Charles Darwin. Nowhere within this text did it confirm the likely possible creation of spirits. Thus in the mind of a Fisto, where logic was key. The studies of this man, are discredited. Not like the hot desert air didn't make things worse however. After all the Bounto, had, made his way among the sands. Found himself, in this unique area. This large, dome. Dome implying the curved shape of this huge building, and the fact that, this building was so large, that it was dome-like in shape. Redundant. Perhaps, but the dome still stood in his path. So he made, his way, around it. Finding out where all this chaos was coming from, simply following the unique powers clashing in the distance. Due to the overall impossible structure of the current area. It was perhaps, to big. To grand a place to be torn down for the sake of a few loose coins. But the merit that would come from taking out this great monument to the power of the Arrancar Race was to good a chance to reject.

It, That large building that reached up into the sky, and pillared its way to the clouds(even if only by dreams) bustled with the living Arrancars. Those who, had been living, and because of there living and that they where alive it was seen that them being so alive was them living in a state of false livelyhood. They where, in fact, so annoying. That they would become irrelevant. In actuality the entire reason of being here was in fact so irrelevant that when it came down to analyzing his own actions with the superego, he could not even process or manifest it into words. Sigmund Fraud would be ashamed. Hope glimmered. A savage nazi, burrowing into the dunes of trenches, this war would be bloody. The time to act, was now, the time to kill was now. It was now. Now, was the hour and the hour struck at now. Though if it was a dome, or a room. The hour never changed. Either way, the event followed in unison with fate.

The Topaz was indeed Flawed, and that flaw was so flawless that it seemed to be flawed in the eyes of those who where alive, and flawed. How annoying, how indescribable. The dreadnought, was already about. Like the clouds which never pierced the skies before. The red baron of a Bount had posistioned himself. That nose-ring, attached to the face of the man, who was so flawless, had ripped, and morphed, flawlessly. It was not even seen, because of the flaws that had captivated the enemies who where oh, so, flawed. But the man, Adjusted his fucking glasses. With a glint hinting that he would, not be denied satisfaction. How dare he be disrespected in the home of another. It was not a Gentleman like thing to do. But it would happen. It was a day like no other, Like spadroons. The rain poured down over the area. Not even touching the French or Haitians. With a quick accelerated movement.

Arrival, above the man, female. Whatever that Arrancar who claimed the rights of being the Highest in charge was. Touou perhaps. Indeed. He adjusted his glasses, as the man peered to Pluto. That female who had been seen from the corner of his eye. That event the latter. The man winked, as the cloud ripped open. It was forming during the whole charade down below. The water had already soaked into the roof of the building, weakening the foundation little by little. As the whole that Mr. Touou was formed, That new opened hole, cracked, and a pillar, of that odorless, and colorless liquid dropped down. It decended, at such an alarming rate. That it would reach the Arrancar. The Touou, as it spiraled counter clockwise. The water being like senbon, but as deadly as katanas. Pillar being wide enough to drown, and submerge, yet able to be split in half by a sword strike. If an opponent was dumb enough to take the pillar head on. Now, this Bount, was not afraid to die. Therefore.

The clouds accumulated in numbers. Making the rain, intense now. About this time Drake would have followed suite of the Commanding Touou. Syker took his glasses off, and placed them in a pocket. Snapping his fingers as the roof of the building had cracked greatly, flooding inward. Spiraling down a rush of water of unfathomable proportions. He spiked his green hair up, as the water, had caved in the below area, and now tendrils of water, spiraled upwards. Erecting into the sky aiming to, mutilate. Only the sound of think rain was sensed. But no, none of this was reality was it? Null. The benefactor had already contracted the storm. The water burst, vaporous liquid. Filled the domes helm. The Cave in following suite. But still, the glasses sat in that pocket.

Where, was this proportion. Why did the air have to be so foggy now. It was not even normal. The man, adjusted his glasses. Which he didn't even have on his face. The water from the rain, would assimilate with the surfaces touched. That assimilation, bring negative Mr. Poi, to activate his ability. 1000, Sen in Japanese. Arsenic, bland and useless without a good amount of people to hit with it. Regardless, the meteors rained down. In his mind that is. Syker had already coated himself with some of the Dread. So that Exodus would rise and help him have some sort of edge. Or so it would seem. That large pool processing into a higher form. A state unknown by mortal means. Whichever worked at the time. These little doosy, was meant to torment or kill. Like a tracker Hound.

Eruptions, the brain reaching a state of pure bliss. That dread, was potent, its own deserted shell never existed. Truly a free doll. No Bount hurt from the events, no Frenchies either. It rolled back it forth, altering and fluxing its own lips. It wanted to taste and crave it. It wanted the entire blossom to be formed. The vapor, rinsed, morphed. Into its watery form, and drew inward. Spiraling vortex to the height of the sky, in which the pillar blasted downward. Approaching the roaches. This action, described as the light tower into heaven. Craniums, oh how these craniums where not spared. Each with an individual sprialing torrent fleeting for them. Syker looked at the Arrancars, analyzing them. "Twas brillig, and the slithy toves. Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves. And the mome raths outgrabe." He smacked his hands together, as a blade of water, formed around the wrist. Pulling with water pressure. It was simply effective. That crude sword created to face off with Whoever dared rush at him. It had begun. Death is a fisherman, the world we see his fish-pond is, and we the fishes be; his net some general sickness; howe'er he Is not so kind as other fishers be; for if they take one of the smaller fry, they throw him in again, he shall not die. But death is sure to kill all he can get, and all is fish with him that comes to net."

Chirp Chirp Chirp, the birds sang as they fluttered overhead. Their wings beating to the exotic sounds of their own voices. As each one called to each other, a high-strung, run of the mill teenager made his way to the large building where he would receive his education for today. What other place for him to receive such an education, but Karakuras' very own Karakura Highschool. This school full of drama, and typical teenage bullshit. However, with each passing year, there would have to be some glimmer of hope among the student body. Yet, no matter how many students fled to the school, Kristian would never enjoy coming to this school. New people tended to bother him, seeing as they had no clue of what was going on at times. Therefore, due to the inadequacies of his peers, he had no wish to be in such an establishment.

"Bah, another day, another fucking dollar." Kristian exclaimed as he breached the gates, his left hand tucked into his hand, the other holding his briefcase. Which he had slung over his right shoulder. He wore the typical white long-sleeved shirt, with his red tie secured around his neck. Collar down. His gun was in a holster, which he kept inside of his white t-shirt. His green hair, with black pattern, had only complimented his bad-ass no good nature. He was perhaps, the only dark-skinned human in the entire town. His feet paced forward. Left, right, left, right, each step he took the closer he had gotten to the low-life scum that littered the grand courtyard that lay before him.

The courtyard was filled with teenage youth, their abundance in this area was staggering to the average adult figure. However, no one cared about a high-school at all. Who would slow down, and take time to notice how their children acted at school, who would take the time out of there fast-paced worlds to even be assed to give a damn about a bunch of teenage students at a public high-school. No one. Due to that, it was a perfect idea to hold a base for a Superhuman organization smack dab in the school. Due to the schools unique funding however, the school was known to have a rather extensive Kendo Team, in which Kristian happened to be the team captain. He would need to rush over there after school. But, for now he would simply brush past the idiots who annoyed him, as he headed deep inside of the building.

Karakura High was the perfect location for a young man to get in some practice, spending as much time as possible fucking around. He knew the typical shit that went down, and he knew everything else that went on here. Simply due to the fact that he kept tabs and journals on almost every student in this bitch. He would not easily be convinced of a students cowardly lies, nor would he care enough to present his evidence for gossip purposes. He wanted only to know who, and what was going on at his school. No one had private information, cept the other superhumans who blended into the school so well. "Aw, Fuck." He exclaimed as he grabbed his books. His voice seemed calm and mellow, and soon the bell, rang. Signaling the students to go to class.

Class was about to arrive, and a fellow schoolmate Riza Noruchi had entered, she was known as the class whore, although she was to ashamed to stand up for herself. The fact of the matter was that Sato Nogashi, the asshole with the spiky red hair, bad breath, buck-teeth, and big lingering troll (his brother Gato) had been the cause of her oppression. Each of the bastards was responsible for her school-wide neglect. Due to the fact that these idiots had convinced her to meet them in the library after school, to "tutor" them, and instead raped the poor honor student. Due to the fact that the Nogashi's where a well organized crime family however, no one dared to question them.

As each class member took their seats, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumbass, had decided to pick on the poor female yet again. However this time, they had done it near Kristian. Now, usually Kristian would not care if this girl was tortured or not, however they had done it for minutes now. Stating crude remarks, and distasteful low-class sexual comments. The girl cringed and sighed at each remark made. This only caused Kristian to get annoyed with her as well. Attempting to ignore the argument, Kristian placed both hands on the table, sliding one over to a freshly sharpened pencil. He lifted it up, placing it in the proper writing form and began to write down the notes that the teacher had wrote on the board. With each comment being discharged from the pair, it only drove Kristian to a state of pure anger.

The large tubby bastard laughed, spit flying from his mouth as he talked. "Is worm, crush fool you haaaa." Which was completely irrelevant to the current situation at hand. As the fat one rose up, his gurth being so immense that it cracked the floor, Kristian followed the large man. When Goto reached the bathroom, he was meet with a quick end. His brains ending up on the floor, decorating the ground ever so nicely. This all being due to the fact that the slugs, not bullets, from Kristian's custom Hollow Slayer (A 9mm with the power of a shotgun and a firing rate of a AK-47.) it had taken the large asshole out. Erasing him from Kristian's list of constant bothers. As he returned to his classroom, ready to take a seat however. He had noticed that the girl was being excessively brutalized now, as the boy placed his hands on the female.

Nothing would stop the boy, His anger had peaked, and he knew that he would need to take out Sato Nogashi today. His high pitched voice drove Kristian crazy, and because of this, he placed his hand on the gun. The boy grew tired of that smug rapists face mucking up the damn place. The gun had been drawn, and was pointed outward. Dead set on that bastards forehead. "Im, going to fucking splatter your motherfucking brains all over the fucking wall, if you do not shut the fuck up!. For the last motherfucking time, you best learn to fucking listen." He warned the student, everyone simply watched. Not knowing what to do or say, however do to the fact that no one was sure that he had been doing these actions at all *Due to the gas leak down the hall* they simple went about there day. Meanwhile, Sato was getting the shit beat outta him, pistol whipped from side to side, and shoved into the hallway. When he would be grabbed and slung into a nearby room.

"Wake.....Up....." he called out. His body formed into a denser product. His form growing, and adding two extensions to his midsection. These extensions being his extra set of arms that he now had applied to his body. He placed his four hands outward, summoning up for separate circles. Each one beginning to hum, and glow. Then he spoke the name of each Item he had wished to call forth to himself. "German Shepards." He exclaimed eight times, and due to that, he had summoned up eight of the sturdy beasts. Each one snarling, and flaring there jaws, and rows of sharp teeth. At a snap of a finger they sprang forward, and digested the flesh and muscle of the cocky bastard. Suckling his sweet skin, and Nawing on his calcium filled bones. The look of fear on the man during this entire ordeal filled Kristian with utter delight.

He sealed his powers back, cracking his neck a bit. He headed back to his classroom to finish up his day. The day would be ended with a simple lesson on basic shit that Kristian knew already, yet to maintain a good cover he participated in the classroom activities. He even went as far as to tutor other people so that he could "earn money" which he did not even need in the first place. It all happen to be Comrade Gustav's Idea. Which was annoying regardless of how much pay was involved in the cover keeping or not. He knew about the damn school, and how it was a hotspot for hollows. But none of that shit mattered at the moment. People will die if they are not careful.

He arrived to his apartment, shoving the key into the dead-bolt lock, he twisted the nob. Gaining access to his dwelling. The apartment had a trap door, and when pushed open held a strange device that only a yokai could even hope to use. The device transported items from one area to another. However you'd have to be able to speak the higher-class form of yokainese to activate the device. Kristain knew this, and used the device. Doing so transported him to the Mansion, where he would end his day.

~Next Day~


He had arrived to school, however it was a Saturday. The school Security let him in, so that he could head down to the private areas of the Highschool, to meet up with his lady. For the longest time now, Kristian had been in a fixation with a certain female by the name of Rosette, who was infact his teammate. He had been waiting for not even a minute now, and was already not willing to wait for her to get ready to arrive. "Well how late is she gonna be!?" He called out, taking out his cellphone and placing his fingers over the small keys. He made out a text message, summoning her to join him for today. He had not had time with her at all, since Gustav was a slave driver. He leaned against the chalkboard of this empty classroom, awaiting her arrival.