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Zarin walked outside of the Seiretei quietly, Kuroiryu in it's normal place on his hip, safe and secure in it's sheath. Zarin put a hand on the hilt of his Zanpakto, fondly reminiscing to his past. To be specific, he was musing about his finest Hollow battle, the one he felt he had fought at the best of his abilities.

It was dusk, the sun having just set, when his Soul Phone had picked up the Hollow signature. Zarin had wasted no time tracking the signature, jumping across roof-tops, only to find an absolutely massive Hollow. This particular Hollow was snake from the waist down, and had a human appearance from the waist up, much like a male Lamia. The Hollow hadn't noticed the Shinigami, and was currently cackling at the pitiful, unaware humans.
"So many lovely little morsels! Who shall I devour first." Zarin couldn't stifle a smirk at the pitiful being below him, and pulled Kuroiryu. Launching himself from the roof, down towards the Hollow below, he started the battle.
"Rend my foes with your terrible might Kuroiryu!" He called as he fell, drawing the attention of the Hollow below as his sword and spiritual partner gathered power. Zarin had decided to practice with the physical power of the Zanpakto, just in he had to fight with it in front of his peers.

Zarin closed his eyes as he fell, feeling the wind and the spiritual connection to his blade as his arm started to glow with the power of the Shinigami. The transformation that overtook his arm was what he often mused his sword was like: Fluid and natural feeling. He brought his newly formed claws to his right shoulder, and his black and red blade down to his left hip, going into his falling fighting stance.

The Hollow looked up, bringing his arm back in the same fashion as Zarin. However, when the Hollow brought his arm around, aiming a back-hand at Zarin, the experienced Shinigami brought his legs up to his chest, kicking off the hand before the attack connected. In the same motion, Zarin brought his claw around, turning his wrist at the last minute, catching into the back of the Hollows hand, holding fast. The Hollow snarled in pain, and tried to shake the Shinigami off, only serving to make the the Soul Reaper dizzy and annoyed. When the Hollow stopped shaking his hand and tried slamming the back of his hand into a near-by building, Zarin jumped to the side of the Hollow's hand, launching himself off the hand aiming for the head. The Hollow snaked his head out of the way, going under the psychopomp, grabbing him, and slamming the much smaller foe into the cement.

Zarin grunted in pain, but didn't let the pressure on his back stop him. He reached back with his black claw, digging deep in the Hollow's hand. The Hollow shrieked in pain, pulling it's hand back. Zarin rolled forwards, a smirk coming to his hand.
"Wipe that little smirk off your face!!" The Hollow screeched. Zarin said nothing, flipping his sword where the blade faced behind him in reverse blade style. Charging at the Hollow, he threw Kuroiryu, the blade lodging in the Hollow's chest. As the Hollow screamed in pain, he jumped up to his blade, catching the grip.
"May your passing" He began, jamming his claw into the Hollow's chest and pulling his weapon from chest of the beast, and using his claw to launch himself above the Hollow. As the corrupt spirit looked up to track the Shinigami, the reaper screamed out the rest of his battle cry. "be swift!!" Zarin plunged downwards, Kuroiryu piercing the forehead of the mask, just above the bridge of the nose. The cracks rippled outwards from the death wound, and the mask broke, shattering as the spirit within was freed. Even though his body was exhausted, he smiled. As he sheathed his blade, both the sword and his left arm returned to their normal forms.

Zarin smiled fondly, telling himself the battle would've been much quicker and easier if he had used the true power of his katana. However, what fun would that have been? Pulling on the edge of his leather coat that distinguished him from the others, he continued on his walk, enjoying the day.
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There, now I actually tried XD. I await your judgment.

Rayven traveled back and forth to the world of the Hollow often, most times with nothing more than a scratch upon his brow. That was atleast until the day he moronicly walked into the Menos Forest...and got lost. Talk about being abscent minded at a bad time, behind enemy lines, and lost within their wilderness.

"The captain and vice are going to shoot me for this one." Rayven sighed as he looked about his position, "Ok, top of a cliff surrounded by Menos, what to do what to do?" The shinigami laughed to himself as he vaulted forth from the cliff and into the tree's. This was going to be a very fun day.

Days later...

The cero blast barely missed the shinigami as he moved through the tree's, blood gushing forth from the wound above his eye. Turning about to face the Menos Grande Rayven released his Zanpakuto, running his blades along each other he called out to their latent powers, "Unari, Mizu Kokouo!" Light engulfed the shinigami and his weapons as his zanpakuto shifted into its Shikai state. As the change illuminated the forest, for mere seconds the Menos halted their attacks, just enough time for Rayven to Flash Step behind the Gallian that held power of them, "Taste my Shallow Death a*****e..." With that Rayven brought down both of his blades, the wind and the water, into and through the Gallian in a explosion of spirit pressure, water, wind and blood as the Gallian fell before him; releasing the Menos from his will.

I do apologize that it is that short and I would very much like the critizism that you will give it.