Two Furies Chapter 5

El Dia. Hueco Mundo. 747 years after Aizen Incident.

Xenethis’ Log. Entry 1. Day 3
I’ve decided to keep a journal of my time spent in El Dia and with the Vizard Ranma Kurogami. I do this not just to understand this new land, but Ranma himself. He brought both the Espada and I to this place through a means in which we could not determine its exact location. He’s made it very apparent that he doesn’t want anyone knowing where in Hueco Mundo El Dia is. We followed him into the trees and the moment myself and the others entered we were brought to our knees by a great force. We strained to stand, but we fell again. At that moment, the Vizard stood in front of me. It was like he did before when I met him in the desert. He looked down at me and reached his hand out. “Give me your hand brother,” he said. I grabbed it and began to slowly lift me up. I was able to stand, but I could barely move without feeling the force push down on me.  I looked behind me to see the other Espada slowly lifting themselves off the ground. It was then that the Vizard explained to us that the land exerted its own spirit pressure, and that it was the force that was pushing down on us.  He continued saying that we would have to travel ten kilometers through this jungle to our destination at the center.

By the time we made it half way twenty-four hours had past. We were all tired. Schrodiger had passed out two kilometers into the walk. Since then Caboose had been carrying him on his back. He was willing to put more strain on his body for the sake of helping someone he considered a brother. I wonder if the Vizard sees me this way. During one of our breaks, he congratulated us on our progress through the jungle saying that the walk was a part of our training. He said we were deserving of a reward for our hard work. With that he lifted his hand up to his face and his mask took form. He looked up to the sky and began to make a loud coughing noise through his mask. Every time he did it the mouth piece snapped open and closed. He then let out a roar that echoed through the trees. Several moments passed, and another roar responded to his called. It wasn’t far from where we were. There were multiple figures making their way through the trees. Six four-legged Hollows walked out and stopped in front of the Vizard. They each knelt to one knee with their heads bowed down to him. He told us that we could ride on their backs the rest of the way. I, however, had to keep walking. I wanted to object, but was too exhausted to speak up. Though, I was thankful that the others had a chance to rest for the remainder of the journey through this forest.

The rest of the group was far ahead of me. The only one keeping me company was the Vizard. He stood and walked around unaffected by the spirit pressure pushing down on me. I angered me to see him so unburdened by it. He kept pushing me to move faster constantly saying that we were almost there. In truth we were nowhere near the center. This kept on for hours. Much of my memory of what happened during that time is blank. I was told that I made it to where we were heading and collapsed shortly after. When I woke up, I was in an empty room lying on a white marble floor.  Sitting cross-legged by my side was the Vizard. He told me not to worry about the other Espada that they arrived safely and were resting. I lifted myself up to see the other scattered around the room sleeping. I looked to my other side to see Harribel holding tight to my right hand in her sleep. He said that I did well traveling to the center for the first time. He continued saying that my training would be more difficult than the others which is why he made me walk the entire way while the others rode the Hollows. “What you went through yesterday was only the beginning of your training,” he said. “Tomorrow, you’ll know what real pain feels like.”