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CHAPTER 2
It was already past sunset when Szayel snuck out of his village, it was almost too easy. He had practiced shunpo with his peers, far surpassing their struggles. Nobody had noticed his disappearance since everyone was busy with the festivities. However, he was only on the outskirts of all the activity, so he stuck to the dense forestry around as opposed to the path.
He followed the direction of the river's flow, and he saw that the people had already begun releasing the tiny boats containing bits of food as their sacrifice towards the river spirit. His stomach rumbled, as he had no time to eat and had forgotten to pack any food. All he had brought with him was his soul slayer, and a picture of his parents that he never met. He had to pack light in order to sneak out without being noticed. Being raised with the clansmen, he grew up with the knowledge that the river spirit was only a façade meant to eliminate suspicion and seem welcoming and open towards everyone on the day of the festival.
He grabbed one of the boats that landed on the shoreline and scarfed down a couple of rice balls that he found on it. He then quickly disappeared back into the shadows of the forest as he heard voices nearby. He speedily rushed farther away from the only home he ever knew, planning to meet up with one of the outsiders that he made friends with.
Daichi was the only friend that Szayel had ever made, and to him he confined his secrets and his conflicts. He was not part of the clan, and was actually a nobleman's son from a nearby village. He knew of the clan's secrets, but he did not spill a single word of it to anyone. That is why Szayel trusted him, and planned to take off with him to the Real World.
"Szayel?" he heard a whispered voice. He tensed, and drew his sword prepared to come over any obstacle in his way.
"Szayel, it's me – Daichi" the voice whispered again.
"Come out where I can see you, hollow. I've heard of your kind and the types of abilities you have. There is no tricking me with your voice manipulations."
A boy jumped out of a tree and Szayel rushed and almost sliced right into him. However, he stopped just before when he heard the terrified shout of the boy when he covered his head in a pathetic attempt to defend himself.
"Daichi?" Szayel said in surprise.
"That's what I just said twice now! Don't wave that thing around! Put it away!"
He sheathed his sword and Daichi stood up and dusted himself off. Szayel gave him a questioning look.
"I couldn't meet you where we originally intended to. My father sent guards to come after me after I disappeared, and I knew you were going to follow the river so I decided to wait here."
Szayel merely nodded and they proceeded down the river trying to keep as quiet as possible. Daichi was quite skilled himself when it came to combat. However, he did not wield a soul slayer and he was not keen on fighting at all. However, when the time called for it, Daichi was a great fighter.
Soon they were far away enough that the music from the festival was barely audible, and there was so little light they could barely see the ground beneath them. The only way they were able to see was by the moon and it's reflection off the water in the river.
Szayel heard twigs snap behind him and a loud yelp as Daichi tripped on a thick vine on the ground. He tensed as he sensed the spiritual force of several men approaching from behind. He drew his sword preparing for a fight when a dozen men fazed in after a speedy shunpo. These men were no pushovers.
"Master Daichi, we have come to escort you back to your father." a tall man said.
"Back off, we're not going anywhere" Szayel raised his sword, prepared to fight.
"Szayel, you can't handle them. These are guards that have had years of training – you'll never make it out of here without a bad injury."
"I don't care! You're coming with me. We planned to share this dream together, remember?"
Szayel rushed forward and swung his soul slayer. The men jumped back and spread themselves. Daichi got up and drew his sword and rushed at the nearest man, but he was too fast. He swung around and knocked Daichi's sword out of his hands. Defenseless, Daichi had no choice but to surrender himself. However, Szayel was not so easy a target. He jumped off the nearest tree and attacked relentlessly, giving them an equally hard time. However, there were too many for him to handle and they started to drag Daichi off. Szayel sped towards them trying to dismember some of them when Daichi's voice rang with fear throughout the forest:
"Szayel, RUN!"