“Man should fight for the joy of it. To live, to eat, to breed—lesser beasts snap and howl at one another for this. Only man has the wisdom and the clarity to embrace violence for its own sake.”
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nothing.
A strangely appealing problem.
“If steel proves incapable of reaching them, then I shall discover another means.”
Zenos raised his gaze once more, and a quiet anticipation had begun to burn behind those piercing blue eyes.
“Every creature possesses a weakness. Every
words would prove impossible for the other man to honor.
Then that faint, knowing smile returned.
“Though should you suddenly leap to my defense again, I shall endeavor not to embarrass you by calling it concern.”
He turned away, looking expectantly down the empty street as
weapon would prove useless, and what little Zenos had witnessed gave him reason to consider the possibility. The Hollow had been a creature of the soul, while his own weapon remained conventional steel. If the difference lay there, blindly swinging harder would accomplish
Zenos’ desire to test the claim for himself. Words held little value where battle could provide certainty.
His blue eyes wandered toward the surrounding streets. The night had fallen quiet again after the Hollow’s destruction, though Zenos now regarded that silence differently.
never needed to deceive himself regarding an opponent. Ignorance was merely another weakness to overcome, and this world possessed rules he had yet to understand.
“That is precisely why I intend to try.”
His gaze dropped briefly toward his katana. Yumichika had claimed the
Somewhere beyond his perception, perhaps more of those creatures lurked.
“You misunderstand one thing, however.”
His attention returned to the Shinigami.
“I do not yet know whether I possess what is required to defeat one.”
The admission came without embarrassment. Zenos had
we are agreed.”
His answer came with unnerving simplicity.
There was no hesitation, nor any sign that he had reconsidered the wisdom of willingly allowing an unknown creature to attack him. If anything, Yumichika’s insistence that he could not defeat a Hollow had only sharpened
Zenos watched Yumichika straighten as though those few additional inches might somehow diminish the considerable difference between them. The effort earned the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth, though he wisely—or perhaps disappointingly—made no comment upon it.
“Then
demons, fox spirits and apparently fire apparitions born of ice.” His gaze returned to Kurama, and the faint smile remained.
“I have endured less interesting misfortunes.”
“Hiei.”
Zenos committed the name to memory with little ceremony, though his attention sharpened as Kurama continued. A fire apparition born to one of ice—a contradiction of nature that immediately distinguished this Hiei from the ordinary. Yet it was the brief frown crossing
considerably more intriguing.”
A pause followed before Zenos added, “My arrival here was rather less deliberate.”
There was no frustration in the admission. If anything, his present circumstances appeared to amuse him.
“I have found myself in a foreign world populated by