Authors note - This is a character I thought of while sitting on a bus on my way home from college while reading a Bleach fan-fiction. Now with this story, I'm not actually planning to do much with it, more like a catalogue of every time he is encountered and made a difference for the Shinigami of the Seireitei. I do not mind if one of you decides they want to use him in their story. Just mention that he was created by me.
Copyright- I do not own Bleach, it is owned by Tite Kubo. Many thanks for creating an amazing world.
Shinigami have always known Hollows to be almost mindless beats that preyed on souls. Yet who is this being that keeps reappearing to help the Shinigami in some of their most desperate times of need?
800 years after the Gotei 13 was created
Sirens sounded throughout the Seireitei, Shinigami ran around in a half panic at the message that was being broadcasted.
"The Hollows are attacking the Seireitei, everyone report to your designated positions and await further order. This is not a drill."
"My god, look at them all, it seems like and endless tide" a Shinigami muttered under his breath, slightly shaking from the thought of the impending battle. "Yes, but we are Shinigami, and I'll be dammed if I don't take at least one of them with me", a Shinigami patted the first on the shoulder in and gave him a reassuring smile. "Besides, even if we have to fight them, there is almost no possible way for them to get inside the Seireitei without killing themselves". This comment gave the first, a bit more confidence.
How more wrong could they have possible been.
A loud explosion sounded throughout the Seireitei as the West gate was blown apart by Hollows, sending debris and dust around.
"Here they come, stand your ground and watch each other's backs!" A Shinigami lieutenant shouted to his colleges. As the Dust settled Hollows began to pour through the broken gate in a frenzied rush as they tried to be the first to devourer those who dared oppose them. "CHARGE!" the lieutenant screamed as he drew his Zanpakuto and charged into the mass of Hollows, his fellow Shinigami drawing their Zanpakuto and charging into the fray behind him. Steel cut flesh, Claws scratched bodies, Kido burned Hollows, Hollows devoured Shinigami. It was truly a bloodbath, one that would undoubtedly be remembered by the survivors for generations to come.
As more and more Shinigami and Hollows charged into the seemingly endless meat grinder, Captain-Commander Yamamoto watched on, ready to intervene at a moment's notice if the battle would surely be lost. Then something caught his attention outside the walls of the Seireitei, it sounded like a battle, as if a Shinigami had somehow managed to get behind the Hollows and attacked their exposed rear. He had not ordered such action, but was proud that someone had thought to selflessly perform such a deed. As he turned to look away from the Battle of the West gate, to focus his attention to the battle between the Hollows and the mystery attacker.
What he saw made his eyes widen. It was a killing field, Hollows lay slain at the feet of an enormous Warrior, definitely not a Shinigami. His appearance was strange. In one hand a gigantic Sword, reminiscent of the Long swords used by the Knights of Medieval Europe, in the other a giant Tower shield as tall as this being. The warrior had some sort of armor on, it was a white color, like the masks of the Hollows being slaughtered around him. White interlocking plates covered his Torso and arms, while a more rigid looking armor was around his legs. On his head was something that could only be described as a Helmet. If Yamamoto was to guess, he would have thought he was an oversized knight. As he continued to watch, he noticed how fluid the warriors movements were, it really was a dance of death.
A block there. A parry and stab here. A duck. A kick .Stab .Parry .Block. Slash...
It never seemed to end.
"Keep fighting their numbers are falling!". Yamamoto's attention was brought back to the gate, and it was true, few hollows were getting through the destroyed gate now, but the fighting should have lasted longer than what it had been. Turning back to the Knight, he understood why. He had seemingly slaughtered almost the entire army from the inside, by himself. When he looked back, the Knight had his foot on one of the chest of one of the Hollows. His sword at its neck, the Hollow looked almost human. "Must be a Vasto Lorde" he mused to himself, "They must be the one who caused this". Some words Seemed to been spoken between the Hollow and the Knight, because they had stayed in that position for a while. "let's go see who this Knight is". He stepped off the wall, using Shunpo to get there as fast as he could.
With the Knight
He had been killing these Animals for the better part of the day, almost no end to them. But he knew better, he had not survived the Great Fall to die to some lowly Barbarians. When he had found the Vasto Lorde, he knew what he was going to do.
"Why did you organize such an attack on the Seireitei". Zenturio was not one for patience, so when the Vasto Lorde snarled at him instead of giving an answer, he put more pressure on its neck with his sword. "Why should I tell a bastard like you anyway", it sneered at him, bits of spittle coming out of its mouth as it hissed. It was truly in a miserable state. Blood covered its body, its lower torso had been bifurcated from its torso, Zenturio was actually surprised it was still alive after that attack, after all he had been aiming for the Hollows head, maybe he had been rusty after not fighting for the last 5,000 years or so.
"It matters not, you were going to die anyway". He thrust the sword down piercing its throat, a gurgling sound reverberated from its mouth. He twisted and slashed to his right cutting its neck in half, it was dead almost instantly.
"And to whom do I owe the pleasure of helping save the Seireitei". Zenturio turned around slowly, to see and elderly looking man much smaller than himself. He was by no means defenseless, he could tell that much by the aura he seemed to permit.
"And why do you wish to know, Shinigami", Zenturio did not want to be here anymore, he had slain the Barbarians, nothing else was required of him.
"Consider it a wish to satisfy curiosity." Some Shinigami appeared behind and next to Yamamoto, wearing the same outfit as him. Almost all had their hands on the hilt of their Zanpakuto, ready to strike at a single command. Yamamoto sighed, he had hoped it wouldn't come to a fight against this Knight.
When some time passed and Zenturio hadn't responded, curiosity once again filled Yamamoto's mind. "What are you exactly, you don't seem like a Shinigami, yet you don't seem like a Hollow, despite your appearance"
When those words his mouth, Zenturio felt a small amount of anger fill his mind, before stabbing his sword into the ground. "Never compare me to those Barbarians, they are despicable, eating souls, my kind abolished that long ago, before they were wiped out and replaced by these….Vermin" He paused for a bit, "I am a Hollow", all present Shinigami tensed at this. "But not of the kind you know about". "What make you so different from these monsters!" a Shinigami yelled out. "These Hollows, are like this because my people, the Original Hollows if you will, were afflicted by a sickness that maddened the mind and mutated the body, all Hollows are afflicted by this now, and there is no reversing it" Zenturio picked his blade up and sheathed it into its scabbard on his left hip. Only to place his hand up into the air above him, his body started to flicker and fade. "Goodbye Shinigami, I am sure this will not be the last time we meet" His body disappeared after that, making the mysterious Knight more mysterious in the eyes of Yamamoto. "Captain-Commander? What shall we do?", Yamamoto sighed, "We clean up this mess" and with that, walked back towards the Seireitei.