A Test of Strength (Assault on the New Generation)
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A Test of Strength (Assault on the New Generation)
Sat Jun 18, 2016 11:47 pm
Artist: Final Fantasy 13-2 OST - Song: The Last Hunters (Battle Theme) - Word Count: N/A
June eighteenth, two thousand four hundred and sixteen. This day wasn't special nor was it a holiday, though for millions it was a birthday. That information was irrelevant to billions, though. Perhaps instead of millions and billions, today would mean something to thousands. Maybe it wouldn't go down in history as something told to children or passed along in story books, but for those affected it would certainly leave scars of the past in it's wake. But they would heal and grow because of it, becoming stronger to better fend for themselves....or they would perish in miserable flames. Sometimes scars were necessary for the sake of advancement, a reminder of what could have happened and what did happen.
Stefan Soan woke up particularly peckish at the nice and ripe time of nine o'clock in the morning, though his hunger was for more than just food. Despite this, he ate probably more eggs and bacon than could feed a small army and drank a lake's worth of orange juice. Real breakfast of kings. Not actually being a living being didn't put a damper on his morning at all, he could still experience the warmth of the hot Middle Eastern sun and the full feeling of a good meal in his stomach. After an hour of heavy duty exercise fit for someone like himself, Stefan took a shower and dressed in a clean outfit as he prepared for the day ahead of him. Clothed in his typical purple and blue garb above a skin-tight black combat suit, the Monsuta Imperator looked....normal. For himself, at least. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary because nothing was out of the ordinary. Except for...one thing.
A few months prior to this day, Stefan Soan had, in his never ending quest to train and improve himself, accidentally encountered something he shouldn't have. Something so alien even Ben 10 would be freaked out. It didn't attack him or try in any way to kill him, the only thing Stefan could recall was it disappearing as if it was never there in the first place. But since then, he had never felt quite right. His same old wants and needs remained unchanged, his Zanpakutō and Inner Hollow didn't react in the slightest. For all he knew nothing even happened and it was just his imagination, but for some reason he couldn't shake this feeling of mortality he'd never really dealt with before outside of battle. It was this feeling that actually ended up snowballing into the cause of his plans for this day: June 18th, 2416.
Using the Monsuta's not-so-proprietary technology of trans-dimensional transportation, the Monsuta Head Commander opened a reverse Senkaimon focused on the outskirts of Soul Society's Seireitei. Through this World Penetration Gate, Stefan was able to make his way into the home of spirits and Shinigami at a relaxed pace. Whistling along to various songs floating in his head, he wasn't worried about what was to come. In fact, he was the definition of calm. This was due to his hobby of meditation which he only picked up after deciding he had been getting to excited before doing the one thing he enjoyed more than anything else.
Stepping out onto solid ground, Stefan didn't even bother looking at his surroundings. Clearly there was nothing in the area that could compare to the truly massive stone wall in front of him, which stretched to the edge of his vision and beyond in either direction. After admiring the great deal of effort and time that must have gone into creating such a wondrous structure, Stefan decided it was time to open a door for himself. Drawing his Zanpakutō from it's sheath hanging at his side, Stefan walked up to the side of the thousand-mile long wall and took one last look up before commencing his plan.
With his Zanpakutō's blade coated in flowing Void that neither had the properties of Spiritual Energy nor it's vulnerability to Sekkiseki, Stefan was actually able to stab directly into the gigantic wall that had stood the test of time for many millennia. Though there was clearly resistance because of the Zanpakutō underneath, the Void allowed him to tear straight through the stone without having to exhaust himself. After breaking through initially, Stefan covered his entire body in excess amounts of Void in order to ensure his safe travel through the wall. Stefan was also protected by the simple fact that, for the same reason he was able to bypass the Shakonmaku, sekkiseki can't stop extremely dense Reishi. After a few minutes of moving like this, Stefan came out on the other side of the wall....in Seireitei.
After sheathing his Zanpakutō, the Soan patriarch gazed down at the outstretched fingers of his right hand. For a fraction of a second it appeared the tips were pitch black and stone-like. Shaking it off, Stefan looked back up and began walking through the Soul Capital, heading directly for the center of the city. He let his presence be known by unleashing a large amount of his Spiritual Pressure in a wave that encompassed miles of the city in every direction, a Reitsu unmatched in the vicinity. This pressure was on the level of Captain Commanders of old, including Retsu Unohana and Shunsui Kyoraku. It was clear however that he was a foreign force as his Reitsu was extremely chaotic and destructive in nature, causing damage to the ground he walked upon and the buildings near him. Stefan Soan was sending a message to Soul Society, Seireitei, and the Gotei itself:
Prepare to fight, or die.
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