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Kato watched as the vasto lorde turned around to walk away. The vizard didn't really care if he left or not. He had proven more than powerful enough to beat him and would have done so again if he had attacked again. Kato looked at the castle in the distance. The opposite direction from Tra'al. "Farewell Agito of Tra'al." Kato said as he seemed to disappear in the eyes of the far slower creature and dart toward Sanctuary. He had some training to do. First thing was first. White Armor.

Kato stopped a few feet from the barrier of Sanctuary as a wave of Asmodean's memorys poured into his mind.
Asmodean strolled carelessly through Tra'al with a grin. "Nothing of Rahvirs it seems...." Asmodean trailed off as his eyes came to rest on a giant silver warhammer seated on a stone throne. "What in the world is that? Must be a powerful weapon to have its own throne." Asmodean grinned as he stepped up and grabbed the handle... In the gray half-light of a deep chamber of Tra'al the dark waters of a stone basin were quiet and smooth. The power that was the spirit of Tra'al lay dormant... A the hammer grew warm in Asmodeans hand, and a strange, pulsating wave of heat coursed from the silver into the palm of the astonished Adjucha and then disappeared. Startled he and tried to step back. An instant later the sudden warmth was replaced by a sharp tingling sensation that surged out of the weapon into his body. Though there was no pain, the abruptness of the sensation caused him to wince reflexively, and he felt his muscles tighten. Instinctively he sought to release the weapon; to his shock he found he could not let go. Something touched deeply into him to forbid it, and his hand locked securely around the silver haft.
The tingling sensation rushed through him, and now he was conscious of a return flow of energy that pulled at his life-force, carrying it down through the warm silver of the hammer itself, until the weapon became part of him. Asmodean felt the first stirring of something coming awake, something that was part of him, yet foreign to everything he knew himself to be. It pulled at him, subtly but firmly, drawing him down deeper inside himself.
Several steps away the Naniyori watched with growing concern as the hollow seemed to slip into a trance, his eyelids drooping heavily, his breathing slowing, his form turned statuelike in the dim torchlight of the throne room. He held the hammer before him, its haft raised and pointed skyward, the polished silver gleaming brightly. For an instant Naniyori considered taking hold of the hollow and shaking him awake, but something restained him.
Asmodean felt himself being drawn inward, borne like a cork caught in an undertow. Everything around him began to fade from view. The walls, ceiling, and floor of the stone room disappeared first, then the throne itself, finally the form of Naniyori vanished. The strange current seemed to wrap around him completely, and he found he could not resist it. Slowly he was pulled into the innermost recesses of his being, until all was blackness.
... A momentary shudder rippled the still basin waters in the cavern depths. The spirit of Tra'al stirred warily from his broken sleep...

Kato snapped out of it and sighed. "That was strange." He said as he continued into Sanctuary.

((I'm not even in Sanctuary... I'll just pretend you weren't talking to no one.))
((Far to lazy to explain my motivation or like anything else.))
Kato was perfectly calm, but Asmodeans bloodlust was acting up again. The vizard roamed through hueco mundo, looking for a fight. His mask was on, but his stamina was not being drained due to his Spontaneous regeneration which let him keep his mask on indefinitely. Ah, how he loved his own powers. Suddenly, he flicked his tongue out. Sensing another vizard nearby. A weak one. "I know he's weak.. buuttt." Kato grinned as he darted toward the weaker vizard in the distance. Kato appeared about 15 feet from him with a grin. "It seems that my inner hollow wants to fight... you seem to be the only one even near my power." Kato said with a grin as he darted right at the vizard and aimed a cresent kick at the vizards head.

((Mind posting how you got those stats? Like... fully quoting the techniques?))

sniffs the air, and looks around for a place to train and a place to stay for the time being "hmmm i wonder that tree looks good enough to rest and train under" i walk over and look at the tree, i test its durability it seems good, i climb up to the top and sit there and ponder on what i should do next "not many souls around" i slash at one of the branches as it falls, claws could use some sharping, i jump down and search the area around, and seeing its clear, i blink my eyes and my hair hardens and wraps around me creating a shield, as it unwraps i charge my claws up to practice my giga slash, i look at my hands as they began glowing a slight blood red color, i began pondering a way i could perfect this attack...



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once again Kyuusaisha sighed as he was walking across the white deserts of the Heuco Mundo Muchos. eventually after a good hour of walking without any signs of life( well as much life as you can have in the world of the dead) he comes to a large rise in the dunes that gives him a large view of the horizon. as he scanned the horizon for any signs of life his gaze eventually setles upon a rather large yet partialy buried ruin.

"seems as good a place as any to cross over to the realm of the living." he said as he snapped open his wings and took flight over to the ruins.

as he arrived at the ruins after several minutes of flying he began to realize just what he had stumbled upon. the ruins were immense with only the very roofs of the building showing through the white dunes. as he continues to explore the ruins he comes across a patch of white stone substance that looks to be cracked slightly. he continues to look at the cracks in the stone as an idea comes to him, as he backs away slightly he begins to quickly flap his wings creating a gust of wind to blow away the sand covering it. as the dust dies down he finally gets a good understanding of the buildings true size, what he was looking at was a domed structure that easily could hve housed a menos from what he could tell. with little hesitation as his curiousity over came him he kneeled down before the center of the crack, with one last look he slammed his fist down on the spiderweb like crack, again, and again, and again as the cracks grew larger. with one last hit he was through as chunks of the damaged ceiling began crashing down into the giant room.

carefully he opened his wings and began to descend into the dark room through the brand new sky light. as he finally touched down upon the cold floor he began to pierce the darkness to discern any threats to him at the moment lurking in the shadows. after several moments of searching he realised he was indeed alone and began to channel reiatsu into the palm of his hand. as soon as he was ready he seemed to grab the air and begin to tear a whole in the world, the world of white sand on one side and on the other was a world teeming with activity and living souls ripe for the picking. without hesitation he stepped through the gate to devour the souls of the living once again.

Giji Kyuusaisha
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A Garganta opened as Cyril Leviathan stepped onto the white sands of Muchos once again. He had spent so much time on Earth he had began to wonder what it was like to be back home. Home? what an interesting concept to him. He had never had a home before. Not only did he have a home, but he now had a family. Tra'al was his family. He would give his life to make them proud. It was why he stood on these very sands right now. He swung his released hammer over his head for a moment enjoying the feel of it in his hands. Though he could feel it had weight, he could swing it with increased ease. He had improved much during his training and was ready to test his body in battle. Though he was nowhere near his goal of becoming perfect, it was time to see what his new abilities could do. He was hungry for something. Hungry for battle and it had been far too long since he last satisfied that urge. It was during this thought Cyril could sense the approach of someone else. Someone, like him. Could it be? He had never seen another Vizard to date and became increasingly curious as the feeling of this rival reiatsu grew stronger. Sand whipped like a tornado around Cyril's body cascading him in a shower of particles. His Aura grew fierce with anticipation, and almost couldn't bear the suspense of waiting to see what happened next.