Graven Fel
As the portals into Hueco Mundo tore open, and a veritable army of Shinigami marched on Hueco Mundo, a single figure in a sleeveless Shihakusho slipped in behind them, waiting for the opportunity to take out a key target, one he was secretly apprehensive about. This was not, of course, because he was nervous about fighting her. No...
It was the look he'd gotten that morning, one of sadness and acceptance from the only person who could have convinced him not to do this.
Once he felt the white sands of the desolate world of Hollows under his sandals, he burst into Shunpo, grabbing an old woman by the shoulder faster than the goons she had been assigned could even see, let alone react. Tossing her into the sand miles away, Okami's silver eyes narrowed on Seishin's form. "You know, some part of me wasn't sure about this, but what we found last night made my mind up for me."
Sighing, he'd stand in a casual, relaxed manner, one that Seishin would know subtly prepared him to draw his sword fast enough she wouldn't be able to stop him. "Murder. Slavery. Extortion. The slaughter of innocent souls. Pulling off the Chain of Fate just to fight Hollows. Letting them into the Rukongai for fun. Public masturbation. Many, many charges have been leveled against you, and every last one was swept under the rug with the investigators dying shortly afterwards. While that would have been enough, I finally found my mother's journal, the one that spoke about the time you killed an entire class of Academy students in an attempt to stave off boredom."
Growling slightly, Okami placed a single hand on the sheath of his Zanpakuto, shifting it slightly for the best access. "...Stand up, and draw your sword. Even if Anna knows it has to be done, I refuse to tell her I was forced to kill you in cold blood."
It was the look he'd gotten that morning, one of sadness and acceptance from the only person who could have convinced him not to do this.
Once he felt the white sands of the desolate world of Hollows under his sandals, he burst into Shunpo, grabbing an old woman by the shoulder faster than the goons she had been assigned could even see, let alone react. Tossing her into the sand miles away, Okami's silver eyes narrowed on Seishin's form. "You know, some part of me wasn't sure about this, but what we found last night made my mind up for me."
Sighing, he'd stand in a casual, relaxed manner, one that Seishin would know subtly prepared him to draw his sword fast enough she wouldn't be able to stop him. "Murder. Slavery. Extortion. The slaughter of innocent souls. Pulling off the Chain of Fate just to fight Hollows. Letting them into the Rukongai for fun. Public masturbation. Many, many charges have been leveled against you, and every last one was swept under the rug with the investigators dying shortly afterwards. While that would have been enough, I finally found my mother's journal, the one that spoke about the time you killed an entire class of Academy students in an attempt to stave off boredom."
Growling slightly, Okami placed a single hand on the sheath of his Zanpakuto, shifting it slightly for the best access. "...Stand up, and draw your sword. Even if Anna knows it has to be done, I refuse to tell her I was forced to kill you in cold blood."