Post by Iko on Aug 20, 2015 6:03:01 GMT -5
At what point did the sands of Hueco Mundo end? Was it passed the horizon, shadowed by the glowing moon that ruled the lands? Was it passed the black obsidian monument, which had words and ideas that Iko didn’t care for? Perhaps the end was somewhere near Las Noches, whose white walls and towering castles ruled the land from afar. Wherever it ended all Iko was sure of, no matter where you were those three things were visible. Stretching on the white sands, his training on Cero had been going well, he’d nearly mastered it he felt and he nearly knew every trick and hurdle there was about the technique. Of course he’d also needed to learn Bala and get that up to an acceptable standard and he did that, he didn’t like it of course. He never understood the point of bullet fists when you could have lasers.
Pointing to the air from the cosy spot he’d nestled himself in within the dunes of the sand he charged a Cero and fired it into the air. The purple beam illuminated the night sky before turning mid-air and doing a loop. Iko controlling it with pure force of will bent the energy to obey him and slowly the cero began to take the shape of a serpent. It was a “moving” cero that “lived” by itself. This was the demonstration of Iko’s mastery of Cero, the “Searching Cero” or in the tongue of the Arrancar and Hollow alike, it was the “Cero Busqueda”. A cero that did not dissipate once fired, a cero that did not let up if it missed, this Cero would continue searching, hunting with the primal instinct of a Hollow, till it hit it’s mark.
Yes, now he’d just have to wait to meet Karl Jager again and defeat the Shinigami for good. Hopefully the man’s strength had grown since they last met because Iko sure had been training in mastering his. His shunpo was sharp and precise, his Cero were masterful and accurate and finally his Hollow instincts, he could feel them ticking within him. He could almost use the powers of hypnosis bestowed upon him by his purple flowers. Almost, preparation was still needed and lots of practice.
Getting up onto his legs and steadying himself as he’d been resting for a while. He willed the Cero back to him, the serpent coiling in the air and heading back to his palm to become a ball of spinning energy. Closing his fist over the energy and dissipating it the Hollow satisfied with his endeavours believed that finally, after all this time, he could meet the King of Las Noches and impress him. Just a few finishing touches remained, the final mastery of Cero and a bolstering of his strength by feeding on Hollow. That was all that needed, he could almost taste it.
Iko’s anticipation could barely be held back as his signature grinning smile, spread across his Hollow mask. Now, what way was Las Noches? Ah, that way.
505 10 GP
