Post by Sargon Denumic on Feb 26, 2016 18:38:13 GMT -5
Training for TTP
The Tercera Espada was outside of Las Noches. In the darkness that was Hueco Mundo the pitch black night that held nothing, but blank hopelessness. A dimension of despair. One of complete sorrow that swallows up the souls of all those that were eaten by the tainted souls of Hollows. All that slumber here are destined to be alone and wallow in their own suffering. To hide away from the reality of the other worlds. To be forgotten by all others that wish to seek them out. A never ending dessert that holds nothing, but regret.
The Espada known as Sargon had been out in the dessert for the last few days struggling to keep his sanity. It had been happening for awhile now. He would fall asleep and have dreams of events that he in truth couldn't recall. How he was having these dreams or even why was a mystery. Then the idea came to him that perhaps they weren't dreams, but instead memories. The thought had caused him to leave Las Noches for the time being in order to seek out that which he had forgotten. All he could remember that seemed to be a lie was overlooking a massive city filled with people that adored and looked to him for leadership.
Sargon didn't understand what it really meant all that he could tell was that it was no longer a dream. For some reason he felt like it was a memory one that was his own and not that of another soul that he had devoured from a separate entity. However, right now he had something that he had to do which is what brought him out of the dessert and into the massive forest made of what looked like nothing more than bone in Sargon's opinion. This forest of white trees was the home to thousands of Hollows and the Tercera had something he needed to practice.
Throughout his many battles Sargon had been virtually unable to suffer injury once he actually started to try against his foes. However, it seemed that other individuals of extreme power were starting to surface. He had been present at the battle field during the attack on Soul Society. When the female Kuchiki had been set free from the massive prison that had held her for centuries. There had been no one there at the time to challenge him which meant that Sargon while bored had used the time to learn what he could from those that did battle.
It was at that battle field that Sargon saw that there were perhaps those in this time at this moment that could challenge his power and give him a truly exciting time. However, many of them were capable of moving and executing techniques that were to fast for him to react. It was for that reason that Sargon was out here in the forest right now. He had to actually try and learn a technique one that had been erased from his memory long ago. There had been a time when he had known it and how to actually use it however due to a brain injury that was something he could no longer do.
It was time to relearn that which is known as Pesquis. Sargon had been making due without the technique meaning that he really couldn't tell where other spiritually entities were located normally. He didn't have the best ability to sense reiatsu and never seemed to be able to grow in skill in that regard. He wasn't sure why when virtually everything else came easily to him. However, stressing over something such as that was one thing that he wouldn't allow. He was going to go about this the same way that he always went with some new bit of information about himself. He was simply going to continue seeking out his perfection.
So now as he stood in the forest with trees surrounding him Sargon concentrated trying to clear his mind of all thoughts. The vortex that was his train of thought was something that normally couldn't be calmed down unless under certain situations. Whether he be captivated by a new entity, combat itself or if he was searching throughout the memory of either Zegram or Aurora. Right now he was struggling to clear the slate clean for their was so much burning. Flesh and bones burnt black and screams of those that he had recently annihilated. After a few minutes though he seemed to find himself and cleared everything out of his mind.
Over the next few moments he concentrated on what was around him the sensation and aura of everything that he could feel. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he picked up the sensation of reiatsu and then started to feel the presence and sense the reiatsu of the hollows that were immediately around him. Whether or not he wished to have the technique didn't matter at this moment it seemed. If he planned to continue taking down the strongest of individuals in order to stay a legend and have the most fun possible he would need to know where they were. It seemed that he now could and all things in the spiritual worlds could feel just a bit more fear now.
The Tercera Espada was outside of Las Noches. In the darkness that was Hueco Mundo the pitch black night that held nothing, but blank hopelessness. A dimension of despair. One of complete sorrow that swallows up the souls of all those that were eaten by the tainted souls of Hollows. All that slumber here are destined to be alone and wallow in their own suffering. To hide away from the reality of the other worlds. To be forgotten by all others that wish to seek them out. A never ending dessert that holds nothing, but regret.
The Espada known as Sargon had been out in the dessert for the last few days struggling to keep his sanity. It had been happening for awhile now. He would fall asleep and have dreams of events that he in truth couldn't recall. How he was having these dreams or even why was a mystery. Then the idea came to him that perhaps they weren't dreams, but instead memories. The thought had caused him to leave Las Noches for the time being in order to seek out that which he had forgotten. All he could remember that seemed to be a lie was overlooking a massive city filled with people that adored and looked to him for leadership.
Sargon didn't understand what it really meant all that he could tell was that it was no longer a dream. For some reason he felt like it was a memory one that was his own and not that of another soul that he had devoured from a separate entity. However, right now he had something that he had to do which is what brought him out of the dessert and into the massive forest made of what looked like nothing more than bone in Sargon's opinion. This forest of white trees was the home to thousands of Hollows and the Tercera had something he needed to practice.
Throughout his many battles Sargon had been virtually unable to suffer injury once he actually started to try against his foes. However, it seemed that other individuals of extreme power were starting to surface. He had been present at the battle field during the attack on Soul Society. When the female Kuchiki had been set free from the massive prison that had held her for centuries. There had been no one there at the time to challenge him which meant that Sargon while bored had used the time to learn what he could from those that did battle.
It was at that battle field that Sargon saw that there were perhaps those in this time at this moment that could challenge his power and give him a truly exciting time. However, many of them were capable of moving and executing techniques that were to fast for him to react. It was for that reason that Sargon was out here in the forest right now. He had to actually try and learn a technique one that had been erased from his memory long ago. There had been a time when he had known it and how to actually use it however due to a brain injury that was something he could no longer do.
It was time to relearn that which is known as Pesquis. Sargon had been making due without the technique meaning that he really couldn't tell where other spiritually entities were located normally. He didn't have the best ability to sense reiatsu and never seemed to be able to grow in skill in that regard. He wasn't sure why when virtually everything else came easily to him. However, stressing over something such as that was one thing that he wouldn't allow. He was going to go about this the same way that he always went with some new bit of information about himself. He was simply going to continue seeking out his perfection.
So now as he stood in the forest with trees surrounding him Sargon concentrated trying to clear his mind of all thoughts. The vortex that was his train of thought was something that normally couldn't be calmed down unless under certain situations. Whether he be captivated by a new entity, combat itself or if he was searching throughout the memory of either Zegram or Aurora. Right now he was struggling to clear the slate clean for their was so much burning. Flesh and bones burnt black and screams of those that he had recently annihilated. After a few minutes though he seemed to find himself and cleared everything out of his mind.
Over the next few moments he concentrated on what was around him the sensation and aura of everything that he could feel. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he picked up the sensation of reiatsu and then started to feel the presence and sense the reiatsu of the hollows that were immediately around him. Whether or not he wished to have the technique didn't matter at this moment it seemed. If he planned to continue taking down the strongest of individuals in order to stay a legend and have the most fun possible he would need to know where they were. It seemed that he now could and all things in the spiritual worlds could feel just a bit more fear now.
