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Tatsuki looked around, seeing the creature that stared at her. She was frozen in fear, and was protecting Orihime from whatever that creature was.
Call me out…
Tatsuki heard the voice, deep within her soul, but she had no idea how to call it out. She didn’t even know what it was.
Fulfill the mission, for we have no names…
Tatsuki felt something within her solidifying, taking shape and preparing to spring out.
We have no past, no future…
A phantom of a touch glided over her skin, raising goose bumps along her pale skin. She shivered as the touch of an invisible hand grasped her wrist in a tight grip.
There is only the mission…
Determination lit up in her eyes, as her fists clenched at her side. Her arms moved on their own accord, and were held out in front of her, as her dark eyes glinted with an unknown emotion.
Speak my name, call…
“Illustrate and Recreate, Misuteriasu Gaka!” she shouted.
In a flash of light, Tatsuki stood there, wearing a shinigami shihakusho, with a ninja-to in her right hand. She glared at the hollow, before she called out a technique.
“Choujuu Giga!” ink flowed onto the blade of the ninja-to, covering it in a dark, swirling mess of ink, before it shot out of the blade.
Ink beasts formed in the middle of the air, and attacked the hollow, as Tatsuki held the blade in her grip, her body tense and ready to spring when it showed a weak spot. Suddenly, she ran towards the hollow, her eyes narrowed as she locked onto her target. With a cry, Tatsuki shoved her ninja-to through the mask of the hollow. She breathed heavily as the hollow gave one last cry, before its mask crumbled, and it dispersed into dust. Her transformation disappeared, and she walked over to her friend, a small, tired smile on her face as she saw Orihime safe. She fell to her knees, her vision blurring, before everything went dark.
She opened her eyes, and looked around the sparse looking apartment. Her dark eyes made out the door behind her, and a closed window to her right. Along the plain walls were frames that held paintings in it, but every time she tried to get a good look at them, they would blank out.
“Hello,” Tatsuki heard a calm voice from behind her.
She jumped up and turned around, only to see an extremely pale man, with short black hair and black eyes. He was wearing black loose pants, with a shirt that stopped at his midriff, and had one long sleeve and one short sleeve.
“Who are you?” she asked, tensing as he took a step towards her.
“I am Sai,” he replied, slipping a fake smile on, “And I am your zanpakuto spirit.”
“My what?” she asked, confused at what he was saying.
He dropped his smile and looked at her with eerie blank eyes. “The power that you used to defeat the hollow, I am that power.”
Tatsuki nodded, and looked around. “And this is what?”
“Your mind, my world,” he replied easily, and sat down behind the desk.
“What did you want with me then?” she asked, sitting before him.
"Training.” he replied easily.