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Omake Issue 6: A tour of Kamina's head.
A/N: Hello again my friends. Today I give you the sixth instalment of omake glory in honour of Haru Takami. I hope that you all enjoy it.
On a side note, if it seems lacklustre in any way I apologise but I feel down at the moment. My original story that I've been working on for three years now was rejected by an agent the other day so I feel pretty disheartened. Anyway, I won't let that get in the way of this story so read on my brothers and sisters. Enjoy.
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Scientists have researched with amazement the wonders of the human mind. Science, religion and philosophy have all tried to decipher its complex workings and inner designs. Some look at it as a complex tangle of nerves, other see it in terms of a natural machines while others count it simply as a gift from God. Through the magic of literary, we can truly now examine the working of the mind.
Our test specimen for this is none other than the badass leader of Team Dai-Gurren, the mighty Kamina. He is often viewed as being dense, with little in way of brain power, running solely off of instinct, adrenaline and testosterone. Some have looked beyond this though and point out his brilliant strategic mind, his poetic speeches and his uncanny ability to connect with everyone he meets.
He is asleep as we speak. The perfect opportunity to look inside of his thick skull to see the contents of his thoughts. With the power of literary, I take you inside of his mind. Imagine a warping sensation and trippy surroundings as though you were travelling through time and space like in Doctor Who. Kamina snorts in his sleep as we enter but rolls over and resumes snoring loudly.
We emerge in a vast scrap yard that is flanked by blazing volcanoes that heat the air and instil energy into your soul just at the sight of them. The scraps are mostly from gunmen, a graveyard of dead mecha. Little of the ground is visible through the scrap and much of the sky is obscured by heaped piles of robots.
Moving through the twisted metal we head towards a slight clearing on a raised hill. There is no organisation to the surrounding area but here things are neat and orderly. The hill is coated in emerald green grass and in its centre stands a katana with a crimson cape billowing from it like a flag. around it stand many contraptions and shining mecha that all look in perfect condition.
A middle aged man with wavy blue hair and rough features sits beside the sword, tweaking with an engine. His own red cape blended with that on the sword while his hands nimbly adjusted nuts, bots and wires. One of the hands shone in the twilight sun, completely metal from fingers to shoulder. It looked very similar to the much larger arm that belonged to the full sized gunmen a few foot away from him that stood proudly with its blood red armour. It was the man's name sake. Both were Gurren.
Other notable objects in the clearing include a gunmen sized robot of Kamina, a mechanical pony and a small yellow rat like droid that emitted streaks of electric from its rosy cheeks.
Off in the distance was a tall structure made from thin metal railings that looped, rose and fell. It was a massive roller coaster that's highlight was when the carriage hits an Arc Gurren sized giga drill break. Only Kamina is crazy enough to allow himself to ride into such a death defying spin.
At the opposite side of Kamina's mind is an enclosure filled with thousands of cages containing all of the hollows that he had ever consumed. The arrancar Render serves as the hollow keeper and an advisor to Kamina. Every cage is hooked up to a machine with wires that enable Kamina to draw upon the full power of every hollow without setting them free. At the centre there is an ice-cream stall, a very important landmark.
The ground rumbles, indicating that Kamina has awoken. Images of various foods formed in the clouds, evidently showing a question of what to eat. Gurren and Ren see this choice and meet upon the hill. Being his internal voices, they were considered wise and logical. How do they solve this predicament? Rock, paper, scissors apparently. Pancakes win.
Several hours pass uneventfully by but then the word suddenly starts to become blurry and indistinct. Ponies, butterflies, hot women, leprechauns and beastmen in tutus rose up from the scrap and began to dance around and sing. Kamina has apparently hit the sake.
There is a wild party that eventually ends with a free for all brawl. There is much groining for several hours from all quarters. Once the drunkenness has passed, Kamina graces his mind in person. With the stride of a leader of men he makes his way the largest volcano and begins to scale it. Inside of the fiery mountain is a stadium like area.
He stands alone in the arena, his zanpakuto in hand. From other doors vicious gunmen emerge, howling and swinging heavy weapons.
"Only one way I'm gonna master this thing. Bankai!"
The katana grows around Kamina's body, forming the intimidating shape of the mecha Gurren. (Damn there are too many Gurrens.) He cracks his mechanical fists together then jumps at the gunmen, annihilating them quickly. More foes appear.
We exit Kamina's mind, leaving the brawler to his bankai training. Cue more snazzy special effects as we return to the real world. Back on the outside we look at Kamina to see him sat with his eyes open, nodding as he is being scolded by Head Captain Hitsugaya about destroying a pub. The act is convincing but we all know that he is really meditating.
Kamina's strength grows so fast because he has learnt to enter his mindscape without shutting down external functions. He kills two birds with a single stone by ignoring people completely when they talk to him while managing to train inside his own daydreams. My assessment of his mind: He's one clever bastard.