Tsumimaru's golden eyes scanned over the horizon with a dully boredom as his eyes wandered. The fall. There was so little he remembered about his previous life, but falling was something he clearly remembered. Simply being cast out of pargatory, or atleast that's what he remembered refering to it as.. The fear that consumed him as he experience real emotions for the first time, and as he felt himself perpetually falling endlessly in the void of night. Then pain. When Tsumimaru Awoke after the fall, all he knew was that he knew nothing but pain and that he had created the crater he woke up in. The shinigami had had his memories sealed. Locked behind a wall so he wouldn't remember a thing about a his previous life, and so he wandered. Just walking. Walking in whatever direction he felt more encouraged to go, but this quickly lead him to the compound. To something familiar. Even though he knew nothing, the burning rubble and ash, and destruction he had found simply wandering he felt he knew. It was only when he saw the face of a body, a face recognized, did the wall that had sealed away his memories crack. But only did it crack, leaking only a little bit of information, but enough for him to recall the events that had transpired, his actions, what he was, and what was in his mind. Everything else was... hazy.. at best. But he knew that the desctruction of that compound was entirely on his own shoulders and a weight he must bear, and so he set out to redeem himself. To find these bandits that had laid waste to this compound.

Unfortunately, Tsumimaru wasn't as fortunate as the stroke of luck which lead him to regain but a portion of his memories would seem. Tsumimaru lacked knowledge of the world which surrounded him, and how to go about it, although he couldn't tell if this was because his memories were sealed away, or simply because he had never interacted with this plane of existence before, but the issue still faced him, he had no idea where he was, or what was laying ahead of him, or as a more pressing issue, how to find these raiders, and so, on the peak of a mountain Tsumimaru sat. His catalyst resting in between his legs and leaning against his shoulder, as he watched. His golden eyes scanning the horizon looking for anything. Any sign of life, or conflict, or just.. anything. The Ex-soul reaper sat like this for quiet some time. Letting his mind wander and try to further dent the wall in his mind as he looked, but to no avail. Having spent a few hours of his first day or so in his new life simply sitting and watching, Tsumimaru grew bored. So the man sat up and stretched. His body still ached from the fall, as well as from whatever they did to him before he fell. He knew he used to be power, and the sword he held in his hand as he stood was a direct connection to that power, he just didn't know how to utilize, and he knew that as he currently was, he was weak. But, not that that mattered, as it currently stood, sitting around and waiting, even though he could do it for all eternity was getting nothing accomplished. So Tsumimaru stood. Pulling his white hood over his pure white hair. Letting the chains ring as he took a small leap off the mountain and unto the sloop. Letting himself slide, and gravity take over and carry him down the mountain. He didn't intend to go all the way down to the valley below, as there was an advantage in higher ground, but he wasn't getting anything accomplished on the peak, and as he hit a plateau, he took off, using the momentum from the slope to carry himself forwards, running along the higher grounds. However, it didn't take long before he slowed himself, and than came completely to a stop. His eyes caught something. A being full of chakra. The man was sitting on a rock and contemplating, much as he was doing only moments ago. Tsumimaru was behind the man, his sword in his sheathe attached to the man's left hip so he could easily pull it out with his right hand. With his hood still on, he approached the man a little bit more. The man seemed to have black hair and a green top, but that was really all Tsumimaru could tell at this point. Currently he was about 5 meters behind the man, and it appeared that the man hadn't noticed Tsumimaru approach, and so Tsumimaru cleared his throat, so the man would easily notice the man in a white and black with gold behind him, and so tsumimaru wouldn't appear as a threat. In his weakened state he currently wasn't really looking to fight anyone. That would be inviting death... people whom he'd rather avoid at the moment.

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WC: 858
Total WC: 858