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His eyes drifted off of the people who stood in his way. He guessed he found someone to test his new power on it seemed. His crimson eyes looked at the men frozen between two men's murderous intent. Last time he'd fought here it had been the death of his sister and parents that transpired. He grew up out here as a child and learned just how to become a slayer of men and all things. He felt nothing when he killed often times and was whimsical in his choices. Especially in those days and something buried felt like it was coming out again. A good question these days he didn't really have an answer to give. A smile slowly came across his lips as he turned his gaze on the sheep. "Get lost, or get dead.."
Something cold and remorseless it wasn't a threat he couldn't back up. As he decided to let Zaraki see just what he was dealing with. Tsubasa's spiritual pressure came out from hiding like an explosion. It was massive and almost something that blew the ground away. Though he'd merely let them feel his presence.
He'd yet to let his reishi out as he looked at Zaraki. This world wasn't like that comfortable one back in the Seireitei. Where children or politics existed. It was a place where violence and strength were the answer. Nothing else existed but survival of the fittest. "Tsubasa Unabara, Resident of District 80..Nice to meet ya Zaraki."
He said staring at the male. Tsubasa's name had a rather infamous impact in this district. Oh, they'd forgot the man known as the Pale Rider. He who brought death where ever he traveled and to his enemies only tombstones. But in terms of reputation in this District, Zaraki's was rather potent. The District and he shared a name, after all, that wasn't something one got for free. But Tsubasa had inherited his own little reputation for things. He was known for what he could do to a man with a sword. Tsubasa could do things that would make a man's entire body fall into shock. But he wasn't just graceful with that weapon, he was lethal.
That familiar feeling almost like a lullaby to him. It wasn't long before his crimson eyes began to burn into Zaraki. It didn't feel like anger in the slightest as emotionally he was just staring him down. It was like a hunger for blood and carnage could be felt in the air. Something almost foul it made Hollows and demons look almost tame by comparison. Tsubasa's lust for carnage and destruction. Nothing was here to prevent him from revealing it or letting it in the open. After all, this was Zaraki and who better to expose to it. The real question was did that legendary eye patch stay on? Did Zaraki intend to insult him and not take it off for a confrontation with him? Zaraki was known for liking to take enjoyment in the fight. The question was how did he rate the spiritual pressure he felt? It made little difference as Tsubasa's right appendage came and rested on his zanpakuto's hilt. Deciding to let his second zanpakuto rest for now. The smaller blade wasn't needed just yet as Zaraki needed to earn that right.
In terms of what was coming, he waited calmly. He drew the weapon slowly from its sheath as he stood to wait. Against a breeze, his bloodlust was something that most would simply compare to Zaraki's. It was something that was threatening and almost engulfing. This was a battle between two titans and those who got in the middle wouldn't walk away. It was a simple fact as Tsubasa's personality changing from being here didn't help. It brought back memories of a time before the Gotei and a time when he simply killed those in the way. Moving forward and trying to find some form of humanity. But in truth this was a good test, he couldn't help but expect a satisfying fight on the horizon with Kenpachi Zaraki.