Rinse. Repeat. [Cero/Ulv]

The once naive Cero, the beast of sound believed, that the world could be fixed with peace. Through pain and tragedy, he learned that wasn’t the case, that it truly was conflict and tensions resolved with blood that made the world spin. He was once a Quincy with merely a second voice in his head, but now, he was the third voice, neither the first or the second, a weird mixture that created who he was. So many of what was once upon a time, “his own kind” condem him for what he is “a beast, a abomination of blood”, inside though he still cared for them all, because that was who he was. Cero has gone out of his way once to save them. And he would do it over and over again, only hoping they would grasp how dangerous things are for them. The innocents that are hurt by such conflicts are what truly makes Ceros blood boil over as he thought about it in his mind. But this was merely the thoughts of the monster as a cloud covered blue sky went over his head, the sun would never truly shine on him the same way, so he did not miss it.

These past few years, he has stayed out of things, hoping that it would help things that he riled up since the last war. But it seemed the tensions were too high for even him as a diplomat between the Kokuryuteshi realm and the former Yayjuu, that he has pulled away from, not stating, if and when he would be back as things changed over to an alliance of organizations. That is why Cero found himself out on the islands below Japan traveling to ease his mind, and bury himself in the simpler things of life. He wandered slowly along the beach of one said “lost island” pondering where all the monsters, the hollows and demons went. But with each footstep that he took, he knew the real monster here was him. His hand still on his zanpakutou, he would turn and look to the waters vefore him and speak his first words in a long time. ”What have I become? And what has become of this world?” He asked himself, his reflection was hardly something he could see in the rushing waters of the waves. Was it simply better for him to sink back into the shadows of the background? Or rush to support the front lines, once more. The deadline for either was coming to a close, it felt and his loyalties were certainly questionable, as to which side would he play his cards for or against.