A figure dashed through the never-ending desert of Hueco Mundo, kicking up opalescent sand as he went. Where the white-robed being went trenches formed in the sand, having been blown out of the way through his sheer speed. Every once in a while he found an Adjuchas on the surface, preying on weaker Hollows. He smiled at that, a glint in his eye. “Oh, I remember how that used to be…back before I gained my true power.” He began, absent-mindedly leaping across the desert.
“While it was harder then, it was also simpler. I only had to initiate a chase and run across this plane for days at a time, waiting for my prey to tire. None of this crap about serving the Primera or avoiding subordinates…I miss those times. But, at least I’ve reached a new stage and have more speed than before. I’ve never been faster, nor have I ever seen anybody who could even rival my pure speed. Everywhere I go, I shrink the world.”
“Shinigami treat me as if I’m some sort of monster, which I guess I am in a way. I’m faster than anything they’ve ever seen, and as graceful as the wind itself. To think, none of them have even seen me at full power. With only basic Sonido and without Resurreccion or any of my other techniques, I feel a bit slow. But the second I use them, I feel so much better, like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.”
“Running does that to me, I guess. All the problems I face melt away when I run at full speed away from them. Everything is easier when running, I don’t get why so many people waste their lives being slow. The less time you waste on traveling and fighting, the more time you have to figure yourself out, and doesn’t everybody wish to understand themselves?”
“Most people never truly understand themselves, I guess. I can look at my comrades, and know that they’re still struggling with who they are inside, a struggle I won a long time ago, back when I first discovered the cathartic effects of running as fast as I could. They’re all still going around and trying desperately to know all they need to know: Such a pity it is…”
“At least I know what I must do in order to get by. I run, I fight, I run some more, I think, I run some more, and then I run when I’m done. I run when I’m tired, when I’m sad, when I’m angry, and when I’m happy. Running is everything, and I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t do that…”
He finished, summing up his monologue with a sigh as he looked down at the sand once more. Where he was though, was a large ditch in the middle of Hueco Mundo, almost burrowing down to the Menos’ Forest. Smirking, he focused some reishi into his legs and bounded up into the sky, flying over the moon and back toward Las Noches.
“Well, looks like I’ve shrunk the world even more. Who knows when my track will end, when I’ll shrink the world too far…”
Wed Jan 02, 2013 5:26 am by 
