Artist: Iuchi Maiko - Song: Hajimete no Kanji - Word Count: 1048
What trees make such fluttering sounds when the breeze blew by, and what made these animals so well-being to their enviroment. Animals, plants or even the human beings, they were no different no matter how 'different' they look, behave or how they run a system, that they would always hold a similarity to human beings in spite of how they do things in a different way but with obviously same intentions as what human beings do. The form of trust, the shape of an image, all but lies to build up false hopes and to be utterly crushed with absolute dissapointment from inside and outside, scars that can never heal even if you were to go into the afterlife, that is how actual reality works. They don't pity you, lend you a hand, give you miracles, no, all of them are just false hopes to keep you cheered up, and when you found out the truth, you would be crushed with dissapointment, until one turns into ashes and be scarred for eternity. Walking into the shades of the forest, there would stand a tall figure, which he stood about 6 feet tall in height while weighing almost in an unknown range, there was nothing else special about his height or weight, posessing altogether with a bright crimson red hair with a few aggressive characteristics that he has a pair of blood red eyes, as rumors running across the land, one direct eye contact from his eyes was enough to make one's heart to be stricken down by fear against the weak-willed, and overbearing them with weight as if the moon fell across their shoulders and crushing their spine like butter using their psychological view and twisting their mentality, which he utilizes them to utterly crush their perception and bears them with weight that never existed in the first place, it was just all to induce fear and mess with their perception abilities in reality. In either way, when it comes to clothes, he seems to always wear them in a bartender-style, although he is not one, though it does hold a slight similarity to one, but he does not hold any connections with them nor did he ever became 'apart' of them either way. Giving off a sense of mischief, his appearance is nothing more than an aggressive look to keep others off of his sight and out of danger if he were ever to snap from his calmness.
One of the most noticeable characteristics among of his own appearances was the underarm crutch beside him, considering that it was heard of it being a 'prototype' from his first version or it may be the original, though to his own knowledge, he had installed a backup battery in it in case of someone turning off his I.E.B.N device in chance, also known as International Electronic Brace Network, a device whirring and screeching with power on his right wrist, with wires connecting right into his internal structure and providing him power that keeps him alive, much like a robot that requires batteries to move, but his was more of a living machine than an actual robot. His crutch almost stood to the height about the level between his chest and the neck, fitting perfectly for his own height and being able to support his weight fairly easily like a feather, that the crutch itself was enough to blow off an oversized opponents that is hundred times bigger than him and would still be left unscathed by any damage. A creation made personally for himself, it is something worth making for his own life support along the lines of his own death that was dragging near during the Australia War. It was not something dissapointing, but an achievement for himself and leaving a room to fix his mistakes.
Keeping his stance onto the likes of the forest, he made a short pop to his neck before standing in the midst of these trees, to remind him of the holy destruction he made with these bare hands, the anger, the insanity, all surging into his well-being and conciousness where he would be driven to the core like a caged animal. He was not on the verge of being saved, this man was like someone who could not be saved by just lending out your hand. Eaten and devoured of the darkness, he was considered as a man 'beyond saving', and reached the level of a monster where the society would consider him as a 'bad guy', a 'villain' that should vanguish from the face of the earth, and that man, was typically, named Sou Yuuki, with an alias called The Nightmare because of his sarcastic personality he put up with over a long time before the Australia War even started. Rather infamous because of the destruction he created, he was like a changed man who was no longer straying in the path where he regretted in killing the innocents, driven by sadness, regret and isolation, he took them into his own world of insanity to hide these characteristics, and always ended up in consequences, a truly regrettable thing that is.
Standing with a blank expression, Sou radiates an aura that was enough to drive off average seated shinigamis and humans away from him when approached, with a rather high intent to kill, he never really held the hostility against his opponents and instead, straight up dealing with them with his brain and device processing more than a thousand methods of dealing with the likes of these people. Unlike any other superhumans, Sou does not possess any spiritual energy, that any beings specializes only in the areas of sensing spiritual energy would not have the slightest of chance to detect him, unless they are sharp to the point where they could sense nothing more than a drop of chi energy thst remains in his soul, corrupted with insanity and guilt, engulfed by darkness itself, he was a terrifying opponent to deal with. Still holding a prototype on his right shoulder, he soon jerked backwards, looking at the sky with not much an expression on his face, before sighing in dissapointment that he only came here for the purpose of sight-seeing, not going rampage to train himself. Indeed, it was a bad day to deal with.