Maxwell Kyosaki

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A small amount of sunlight trickled through the dusty old blinds and danced across Maxwell’s forehead, he was slightly sweating from the heat in the room but that wasn’t bothering him. Maxwell took a deep breath and let it out as he looked into the mirror there was something that just didn’t feel right to him. Maxwell smiled, shook the feeling from his head and walked out the door.

Today was going to be a great day to train and Maxwell could feel it. As Maxwell took his first few steps outside his mind began to go to work analyzing every little detail around him not letting anything go unnoticed. Maxwell made his way to the park where a hollow had been sighted, looking around at every detail.

There was something odd about this hollow that Maxwell had noticed right away, it was leaking spiritual pressure, something told Maxwell that this was a trap so rather than springing it Maxwell waited for the pray to come along and for the hollow to strike. Sure enough Maxwell’s prediction was true a wondering soul mad it’s way to the park and almost immediately was attacked. Wasting little time Maxwell sprung into action letting his reatsu flare up just enough to gain the hollows attention.

As the hollow turned it began to charge a cero blast in its mouth and Maxwell smirked as the blast formed Maxwell spoke to words “remember, remember” as Maxwell finished speaking the hollow fired the cero, Maxwell flash stepped out of the way and appeared behind the hollow as he appeared he opened his mouth in the same fashion that the hollow had and began to form a blast of spiritual energy, as the hollow turned Maxwell fired the blast and blew off the hollows left arm. A loud roar ripped through the air as the hollow staggered in pain, Maxwell let out a small sigh “I really need to improve my aim” he turned his attention back to the hollow who seemed upset. Maxwell drew his sword and looked at the hollow and smiled again this time the hollow was going down.

As the hollow began to rush at Maxwell, Maxwell brought his arm back and swung it forward as a large blast of flames erupted from the tip of the blade and consumed the hollow, this in fact was a variant of one of Yamamoto-Genryusai’s Ryujin Jakka’s techniques which Maxwell had only seen once. Maxwell sat in silence as the hollow burned away, he then turned around and began to search for another hollow to train against.

As Maxwell made his way to the street he began to stumble and lose his balance, at the same time his head began to hurt so bad it felt like something was smashing his skull in. Maxwell quickly lost consciousness and blacked out. Just a few seconds after Maxwell’s body hit the ground it began to rise but not by the will of Maxwell, instead his inner hollow had awakened and looked around not saying a word, it soon began to pump out a large amount of spiritual pressure to draw out any nearby hollows.

Soon enough Maxwell’s inner hollow was met by two menos grande, one menos, and an Adjuchas. Maxwell’s looked at the group with a blank emotionless gaze as part of his face began to be covered up by a hollow mask. With no warning the group attacked Maxwell and one by one they dropped before him it was an incredible sight Maxwell’s sword had taken on the shape of a scythe that which his inner hollow whiled with elegant skill, when it attacked each hollow it attacked in one fluid and endless motion until all the hollows were dead.

A few minuets after the hollows were killed Maxwell awoke holding his head and squinting his eyes, the headache had giving him a small case of photosensitivity it seemed. As Maxwell stood up he still felt a bit light headed but it wasn’t as bad as before, he looked around and noticed a few blade marks in the ground he studied them well and realized they were caused by a scythe “where the hell did these come from” he thought to himself, puzzled by this Maxwell returned to his home and began to try and figure out just what happened.