Silence slowly carries itself over the cold, dark veneer of Urahara shop's underground training facility. 71 hours and 59 minutes have passed since the destruction of ichigo kurosaki's soul chain.
"Any minute now." Tessai mumbled to himself
"yeah. shouldn't he be a hollow by now?"
"calm down, jinta." urahara chimed in, "he still has time to figure it out."
As soon as they said this ichigo begins to violently spew a white slime from his mouth, which quickly begins to form half of a hollow's mask. The silence is broken by gasping and sputtering. The most powerful hollowfication keisuke and co. had ever seen begins to occur before their eyes.
"I can't hold on any longer Mr. Urahara!" Tessai reluctantly cries.
"No! Wait just a little longer." Urahara yells down at the shaking form of Tessai
"Bakudo #99 part 2 Bankin!... First Incantation:Halting Fabric...Second Incantation: Hundred Dead Bolts.
Black fabric engulfs ichigo's body and is followed by dozens of steel spikes which impale his entire upper body.
"You can't! Be careful Mr. Tessai, If you do all that there's a good chance that you'll kill him!"
"There's no other choice He must be stopped now before ho becomes a hollow." Tessai screams "Final Incantation:10,00 year Seal!"
With that tessai claps his hands together to complete the most powerful binding spell in the world, there would be no stopping this bakudo. Anyone who it is cast upon will be sealed for 10,000 years. Tessai sighs with relief when he realizes that the poor boy will die within a few days as starvation will kick in without any human souls for the hollow to devour. If he had cast this bakudo before ichigo became a hollow his soul wouldn't be sent to soul society until the entire 10,000 years was up...at least the child wouldn't suffer for too long.
Just as Tessai finishes that thought he looks down watching the giant iron anvil finish falling on the young carrot top, but is blown away when a bright yellow light destroys the bakudo and shoots out of the 10 foot hole jinta and ururu dug. The four stare in awe as the figure of a shinigami with a hollow mask walks towards them and draws his sword.
"Hey, you wanna fight? Come on then I'll give you the Jinta super swing and...and...hey put that sword away!"
Ichigo then smashes the mask and gasps twice taking in the fresh air greedily, happy that this entire ridiculous ordeal is over. Urahara stands there smiling, glad that the boy's talent was as great as his father's. But...at the same time urahara is worried, not only about the possibility that the hollow which almost engulfed the boy may still be a part of him, but also the fact that the hollowfication was only half complete. He wondered what had become of the other half of this beast, especially due to the power it displayed. For a newly formed hollow to be able to destroy a level 99 bakudo that only the greatest of captains may even attempt to cast was in itself astounding, but this hollow was only half formed. How could a single hollow be strong enough to do such a thing with only half of it's power? What was this creature? Things were quickly getting risky, and they were not going as planned.
The empty whistle of the subtle winds travel across the ever-black skies of hueco mundo, only the growl of feeding adjuchas can be heard in the distance, with a mouth full of sand a nameless hollow struggles to stand up in an unfamiliar world. Looking around, the spirit tries to figure everything out. Who am I? Why am i here? Why am i alive at all? All these things swirl through the mind of the newborn beast, as he slowly combs the sandy dunes of las noches. For countless days and nights he walks, not sure of what to do. Eventually he becomes too weak to go on, and falls behing a rock formation, weak and starving.
The sounds of battle waken the young hollow from his hunger induced delirium He crawls around the rocks, still clinging to the dusty ground of the wastelands. The sight before him intrigues him to no end, a small army of hollows clashes with a handful of Shinigami, the sounds of fighting, slicing, gnawing, and slashing echo across the battlefield as this small band of Shinigami slaughters the hollows one by one. The shinigami methodically finish the battle without the slightest bit of effort, and casually walk across the field towards the east.
A shinigami with cold snakelike eyes looks over to one of the other two "Where will we go now, Captain?"
"Come, Kaname, Gin. Let us pay our respects to the "king" of hueco mundo." The tall confident looking one replied.
Together they leave, walking through the windy desert until they cross the horizon and are no longer visible to the onlooking hollow. After a while, the young spirit crawls down the hill onto the battlefield, he reaches the edge and proceeds to devour the wounded hollows...all 200 of them.
END OF CH. 2
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