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It had been a while since he'd made the trip to the farm he'd grown up at. Tsubasa Unabara's homestead of sorts was a reminder of the lawless district that gave rise. How many people returned home after the length of time he'd been gone. This place was a reflection of its former glory and had evolved and changed. Nothing ever remains the same with the passage of time. Tsubasa had his reiatsu cloaked but he did have e an air about him. The smell of blood couldn't be hidden from those who knew it well. He'd done his best often times to sheath the desire to kill. Tsubasa had earned his reputation as a man whose stepped on the battlefield when he first emerged. Coming home reminded him of the battles and lawless wars fought here. He met his mother like figure in Yachiru Unohana when he was a boy. Meeting her after the slaughter of a thousand men on the outskirts. The lawless battles seemed to be a war of endless nature. Defending what little family he had left with pure skill and murderous capabilities.
There was no meaning in fights here for him now. Those who challenged or tried to rob him were foolish. But he didn's suspect anyone would try something stupid. But even if they did the number of people who could really do something to him. That was a short list of the smallest scale one could imagine. His reality had changed since he was a boy here. Fighting in skirmishes and dealing with the situations as they came. Killing to survive and find a way through the darkness to the light. But it became evident as he got older that the light wasn't his place. The path of a true swordsman didn't get carved out in the light. It was why he felt a certain disgust when meeting that noble swordsman. Those who thought the sword was a plaything. His eyes of crimson turned to see a small gathering of men. They weren't worth drawing a sword or even bothering with. His katana and wakizashi sat idle at his hip as he turned to look at them. His posture didn't change but he gave off an air that they'd die.
Hesitation was clear on their part as he counted them. Ten of them was hardly a challenge or even really worth anything. They were meaningless dredges who believed they were masters. Tsubasa didn't speak or respond which seemed to raise their irritation up more. But something felt almost foul in the air around him. It had them seemingly frozen in his presence. He didn't give off spiritual pressure yet or anything of that nature. Tsubasa's cold stare remained focused on them. It was as though they'd stepped in the path of the beast. A beast wasn't quite the term for it. They'd decided to enter the place they didn't belong. They weren't fit to even stand near him with weapons. This wasn't a fight but some childish prank for sure. They couldn't move under the blood lust he had. Tsubasa's eyes weren't marking them for long lives if they continued. It was a warning and now was their only chance to leave. He'd not ask them again as he stood still staring out at them.
He kept his reiatsu sheathed till they did something. He'd not draw his blade till they gave him an ample reason to do so. This ballroom blitz had yet to really get started. He stood to the unmarked graves of his parents. But the truth of the Zaraki district was it was a giant unmarked grave for the most part. This place was violence and death personified. Few came from it and those who did held an air about them. These little bugs weren't the quality resident you need worry over. No, that distinction was saved for others. This homecoming had only begun to take off.
Ages. Perhaps hundreds of years or more. This was how long it had been since Zaraki Kenpachi last knelt at Death's door. Most people dreaded the idea of dying, in fact life was always in constant struggle with its end. It was only natural after all, the only true permanence was in death; even with the existence of the Cycle of Souls, a process which allowed spirits to transcend nonexistence and continue on in the next life, death was an end none could avoid. However this truth of instinctual fear was a rule of which Zaraki was the one true exception, for he challenged Death to reap him as he had done to countless souls over the centuries. Sure he may not want to die, but only because it meant admitting defeat. Such an admittance had never been uttered by Kenpachi, his ideals preventing him from such a pitiful action. Defeat was for the dead, a reality written in the crimson ink dripping from his sword. For Zaraki this meant finding someone capable of defeating him and then switching the script, overcoming the most powerful foes for enjoyment's sake alone.
Apparently a common occurrence nowadays, Zaraki Kenpachi found himself cutting through assassins and thieves alike, his blade painting a tragic portrait of the Rukongai district he called home. Despite technological advancements of which the world had never seen, the outermost district the Shinigami originated from was still a Hell only demons thrived in. Kenpachi was one such demon. Despite having been a Captain in the military organization known colloquially as Gotei, slaughtering criminals who barely amounted to more than insects was still the life he led. Though his story had long since veered from that of the Gotei's, not much else had changed. Zaraki lived to find worthy opponents to drown in their own blood, a quest of which there could be no end other than his own death. It was for this fact he was now walking through the muddy, rundown streets of the 80th Rukongai District.
After his last encounter with a skilled opponent in the place he once again called home, Kenpachi had become restless to find more, stronger foes to take on. Before he knew it he would find his next challenge, though there was no way to tell if elation would accompany it. In a crossroads of dirt streets a crowd of men frozen still stood facing the same direction, a scene which usually involved Zaraki's own killing intent being the cause. Except this time it was another, a man the Shinigami thought he recognized but couldn't place where he'd seen his face before. Regardless of his identity Zaraki strode past the men commonly called scum, ignoring their very existence as he passed; For there was a far more interesting individual than all of them put together standing only a few dozen meters away. In reaction to the familiar man's gaze, Zaraki's own killing intent hit against it like a tsunami against a cliff face, a collision of overwhelming forces capable of bringing the mightiest of warriors to their knees. He had but one question for this man: "Who the fuck are you?"
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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.