Tengukara was no ordinary monster, he was not a hollow. He knew this because he didn't have an unfathomable hunger, but don't think because of that fact that you are safe around him, because no one was and he knew that, he was what many would call a monster or demon. All he wished to do was destroy and watch the world burn around him. So you can imagine his surprise that when on his latest raid someone stood up to him. The person was nothing special, he was male with dirty blonde hair. Someone could describe him as athletic and he wielded nothing but a seemingly simple blade, and he didn't appear to have any armour just a dirty kimono that had long since lost its original colour and he dared to stand up to the great demon Tengukara, the devourer of life and destroyer of dreams. It was something that was inconceivable. Just the thought would have been conclusive evidence towards madness, but it was happening. Tengukara couldn't believe his eyes (and he had many of them), a mere human pointing a skewer at him, it was like his dinner fighting back. It would not be tolerated. This human would burn. Tengukara lunged at the defiant human but he deftly avoided the demon of dread and slashed at him, unfortunately the human forgot to take into account the hard outer skin of the demon and the sword just bounced off. Tengukara could not comprehend what was going on; not only had a human dodged him but he had attacked him. The amount of spiritual pressure needed to merely touch Tengukara was an incredibly high amount that no human can reach by normal means, so how did this one do it? The man didn't bother thinking; if he thought he would slow down and if he slowed down he would die, and that was not something that was high on his wish list of things to do. He let his fighting to his instincts which hadn't failed him yet; he slashed, pierced and cut with all of his might and skill, but he couldn't even dent the beast he was fighting. Maybe this time he was out of his league, it was about at the time when he started thinking about him not being strong enough when a bolt of fire almost hit him.
Stupid don't think just do. That was all he was thinking before Tengukara lunged at him. Tengukara leaped at this foolish being that had dared to defy him. He opened his jaw ready to shoot enough white flame to melt granite but instead of white heat he was greeted by cold steel. The beast had left itself open; the man couldn't believe his luck at managing to fit his katana into the demons mouth, but it seemed that his instincts had once again saved his hide. After some victory celebration he went to retrieve his blade. The man went to pick up the sword he saw the demon fading away to dust he, he went to grab the blade when a searing heat ran up his left arm he looked down and saw the dust of the previously slain demon crawling up his arm, the pain was unbearable his skin blistered with the heat, his vision started to fade, his legs buckled in pain, a white light flashed before he faded into blackness.
"Rukia we can't just leave him here"
"What do you propose we do? Renji we are here to eliminate a possible hollow threat not save fools lying on the ground"
"But about preforming konso on him"
"He's not dead yet it would be a waste of time"
"Oh come on he about to die couldn't we wait a little whi-"
"Shush"
"Did you jusi"
"Shush"
"Rukia what's going on"
"The presence of the demon it, it's gone"
"What how"
"Maybe it was just a mishap they've happened before
"Yeah but not for anything with that much spiritual pressure"
"Well there is a first for anything"
"So we're preforming konso"
"Well a suppose there's nothing else to do now come here and help me out"