A gust of wind would dance through the white sands of hueco mundo picking up grains to be it's partners in the wild waltz. Tenju slowly opened his eyes as to see the silver full moon shining down through the pitch black sky illuminating everything. He tried to move his left hand up to his head and felt resistance, looking down he saw that half his body had been covered in sand, he must have been laying there for a while as the wind's dance dumped quite a few grains of white sand over him. Grunting from the effort he picked himself out of the sand and held his hand to his head clinching his eyes shut as a headache just struck him.
The pain slowly subsided and he opened his eyes yet again and gazed down at his hands blinking "...What am I doing here...I...Who am I?!" He spoke confused has he held his hand to his head again. He could remember nothing about who he was or where he was, textbook amnesia. However despite his loss of memory Tenju's intelligence remained in tact, he looked himself over and saw his shihakushou tattered and torn with a few burn marks here and there. What ever happened to him it was rough however other than the pounding head he felt no pain. No wounds to match the damage to his cloths, either he had been out for quite a while or his beaten cloths had nothing to do with his memory loss.
Standing up fully now Tenju's hand instinctively reached for something at his waist and grasped hold of a zanpakutou causing one word to flash through his mind, "Shinigami" He said out loud, not really understanding the meaning behind the title. Here Tenju stood, a shinigami in the middle of Hueco Mundo with no memories...
The pain slowly subsided and he opened his eyes yet again and gazed down at his hands blinking "...What am I doing here...I...Who am I?!" He spoke confused has he held his hand to his head again. He could remember nothing about who he was or where he was, textbook amnesia. However despite his loss of memory Tenju's intelligence remained in tact, he looked himself over and saw his shihakushou tattered and torn with a few burn marks here and there. What ever happened to him it was rough however other than the pounding head he felt no pain. No wounds to match the damage to his cloths, either he had been out for quite a while or his beaten cloths had nothing to do with his memory loss.
Standing up fully now Tenju's hand instinctively reached for something at his waist and grasped hold of a zanpakutou causing one word to flash through his mind, "Shinigami" He said out loud, not really understanding the meaning behind the title. Here Tenju stood, a shinigami in the middle of Hueco Mundo with no memories...
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