Post by Kenryoku Kawada on Dec 24, 2013 17:08:06 GMT -5
The black haired student closed his eyes and stopped moving, after he turned to face Katrina, who had escaped his blow. He was skilled, and he seemed at some point to have acknowledged the same of her. When he closed his eyes, however, a new, cold aura came to him. It was a familiar aura as a matter of fact, not much different from that of a Kawada. Yes, he had the same intensity and haughty air about him, and the same vindictive, demanding gaze as one. He seemed to have struggled in his lifetime, and, like Kawadas did, he had something to prove.
"I hate a lot of things..." the black haired student told Katrina, keeping his eyes closed as he spoke. Perhaps, curious as to his intent, she would not interrupt him as he spoke. "And there aren't a lot of things that I like..." His voice had adopted the sort of cold monotone which befitted anyone bearing the Kawada name. So, it seemed, there were others like them who were not even members of that family. There were others whose personalities ended up the same, whose experiences differed and yet brought them down the same path. At the very least, those doomed to walk the Kawada path did not do so alone...
"I don't have anything like dreams, or goals, or aspirations. What I have is an ambition. I'm going to kill...a certain someone..." No, he was not unlike the Kawadas at all. He was not unlike the Head, Shade Kawada, or the right hand, Kenryoku Kawada, both of which had the same ambition to kill a single person...the Segunda Espada, whose efforts had scarred the family forever, and who would therefore pay for his crimes in cold, dead blood... Something about him was off. Something about him was different, and yet the same as the Kawadas. This black haired student, who opened his eyes to reveal one with black cornea (eye whites) and gold iris, an altered eye...was dangerous.
"I hate a lot of things..." the black haired student told Katrina, keeping his eyes closed as he spoke. Perhaps, curious as to his intent, she would not interrupt him as he spoke. "And there aren't a lot of things that I like..." His voice had adopted the sort of cold monotone which befitted anyone bearing the Kawada name. So, it seemed, there were others like them who were not even members of that family. There were others whose personalities ended up the same, whose experiences differed and yet brought them down the same path. At the very least, those doomed to walk the Kawada path did not do so alone...
"I don't have anything like dreams, or goals, or aspirations. What I have is an ambition. I'm going to kill...a certain someone..." No, he was not unlike the Kawadas at all. He was not unlike the Head, Shade Kawada, or the right hand, Kenryoku Kawada, both of which had the same ambition to kill a single person...the Segunda Espada, whose efforts had scarred the family forever, and who would therefore pay for his crimes in cold, dead blood... Something about him was off. Something about him was different, and yet the same as the Kawadas. This black haired student, who opened his eyes to reveal one with black cornea (eye whites) and gold iris, an altered eye...was dangerous.
