There was only one thing that had happened that one unfortunate night. That bloody spill, that gory mess. This all was a very injurious and a unreal event that all happened that one night a few months ago. Yes, indeed it was only a few months ago. But it seemed like a century. It had that infinite feeling to it. It all started out just a few weeks ago after Tamahome Ko Zokano became a teacher at the DWMA. That bloody yellow crescent moon that hung over the city shined its light down on its city streets. There, a figured walked. Dark like a shadow, it wore a cape that seemed to be conjoined to its body. It wave in the windless night. Its head was dark, hair less, and had bright green eyes with a grand grin of yellow rotten teeth that were stained with blood. Its arms were just pointy shadow figures. His legs, well, there were none. More or less it just scooted along leaving a trail of vaporing black energy. It zoomed by like a shadow against building walls. Hunting for a soul to eat, but this wasn’t a kishin. Nor was it a neither weapon nor human. Still it raided the flesh, it tore it apart. The shadow of that event imaged on the nearby wall and the splattered blooded gave that off. Screams from could be heard. But no one came to aid. Not yet.
At that time Tama was walking through the dark streets of the DWMA. He was caring some groceries form a shop not too far from where he was walking. His surroundings were dark and gloomy. Only torched up candle lamps hung from above lit the streets, but barely. It was for a fact that you could hear random noises that would go ‘bump’ in the night. But as he started to make his way down the street, that figure ran by him fast like only to make a slight whooshing sound. But Tama sensed this before. He wanted it to run by. At that same he shouted out. “Hey, where you doing you stupid looking thing?!” And boy did it stop to turn and grunt at him its eyes narrowed then grew big as in smiled and oozed out green like jelly. Tama steadily walked up to it with his hands in his pocket, leaving the groceries behind, as his eyes were covered by the showdown of the darkness. “You stupid thing, I don’t know what you are but I’m going to take you and eat your soul.” Tama then raised his head to show his killing intent in his eyes. It was a sycophantic look, a deadly look, a look that could kill one person if they looked directly in the eye. At that moment the figure of the black shadow-like object lounged its self towards Tama. It was enough form Tama just to jump back and jump back again while keeping his hands in his pockets as the figure still shot at him in a straight line. Tama then did a side kick but his foot went right through the figure like smoke. It balled up and reformed behind Tama, who in which was intrigued by this. “I see…” this was about to get intense. He might have figure out what this thing was, a demonized ghost. It didn’t take him long to realize what this is because that Zokano family captured and used ghost energy to get their special shadow casting abilities. “So, you’re a demonized ghost? One of the few ones I bet.” Tama finally took his hands out of his pockets. “To bad you don’t have a soul I could eat.” Tama then reached his right arm out and quickly a black bladed katana formed in his hand. A quick swipe of his sword down ward caused the wind to break. He cracked his neck before he flipped the blade around and pointed it at the figure. Just then, the figure disappeared and reappeared next to him in a gust of black energy that radiated off of it. Just then pointy spikes gouged out of its chest toward Tama. But knowing Tama’s skills he wasn’t there. In fact, he used the shadow flash step to appear on top of a lap post just above the figure. His eyes narrowed at the figure that was looking around for the missing teacher. ‘I see now. This is no ordinary demon ghost. In fact it has similarities to my abilities to control and possess shadowing skills.’ He thought for a moment. Just then it found him, it scoured at Tama with a deep hiss. It then let out a deadly growl. Before it could make its move Tama jumped down and shot straight at the figure bring his blade back read to stab it head on. He finally collided with it making an explosion of dirt and debris all over the place. Once the rubble had cleared a horrifying picture to what appeared to be Tama’s body hung by the sharp spikes that poked out of the figures chest. At first the monster yelled with glee for it victory. However, it wasn’t Tama’s body, no it was his shadow clone of him, in which scattered and started to surround the figure. The figure tried to break away by forming away then reforming. But since it is somewhat a shadow like substance as well, the power of Tama’s shadow stayed bonded to it and kept on engulfing its body. I soon was congested into a round black sphere and slammed against the ground. Tama then walked up to it, rolled up his sleeves and sighed. “You lacked many fighting skills that even my students could have defeated you.” Tama the stuck his hand into the dark sphere and started to absorbed the power out of it. This was how the Zokano clan grew their powers, by feasting on ghost’s energy factors. He was almost done engulfing the sphere. But something shocked him. Something got Tama stuck on something. The engulfing stopped suddenly. Just then, something shocks him mentally. His eye grew wide as everything around him became slower. The color around him turned a deadly negative color. He stood frozen in his position everything around him had stopped but his thought in his mind “What is this killing intent I fell? Is this a ….” He suddenly gasped a bit. “… A spiritual pressure? That can’t be it has no—“Just then a little girls voice spoke out to finish his sentence. “No soul?” Tama grew even more shocked. “Hello…. Tama” Tama’s eyes grew wider as he saw someone come out form the depth of the darkness.
He then ended up waking up in the DWMA hospital room with unanswered questions. He was alone. No one there but himself. He sat there. Staring at the clock that hung on the wall, its hands didn’t move. Must have no batteries, of course this Tama think about. He still waited for the say to end. “What was that? Who was that?” He looked down at his hand and opened up his palm to look at it. “Why is my hand shaking?” The thought of what happened still wondered in his mind. He had passed out during it do to his energy being low. Soon, the day ended with him still awake.
A few months passed after the dual with that strange figure. It was so different than anything he encountered. One in being it was not just a ghost figure, let alone a child. Evidentially, this child knew him, but it was unlikely for that to happen. There has been no child in his past that Tama couldn’t have known to bring him to a conclusion to who or what that was. All he needs to figure out is what happened after that. He was in his classroom writing on the white bored listing to the marker write words in blue. The smell of it was somewhat intoxicating; it makes him cough a bit here in there. He then looked at the time. “Almost time for class huh?” he mumbled to himself. Just a few moments later the bell rang.
At that time Tama was walking through the dark streets of the DWMA. He was caring some groceries form a shop not too far from where he was walking. His surroundings were dark and gloomy. Only torched up candle lamps hung from above lit the streets, but barely. It was for a fact that you could hear random noises that would go ‘bump’ in the night. But as he started to make his way down the street, that figure ran by him fast like only to make a slight whooshing sound. But Tama sensed this before. He wanted it to run by. At that same he shouted out. “Hey, where you doing you stupid looking thing?!” And boy did it stop to turn and grunt at him its eyes narrowed then grew big as in smiled and oozed out green like jelly. Tama steadily walked up to it with his hands in his pocket, leaving the groceries behind, as his eyes were covered by the showdown of the darkness. “You stupid thing, I don’t know what you are but I’m going to take you and eat your soul.” Tama then raised his head to show his killing intent in his eyes. It was a sycophantic look, a deadly look, a look that could kill one person if they looked directly in the eye. At that moment the figure of the black shadow-like object lounged its self towards Tama. It was enough form Tama just to jump back and jump back again while keeping his hands in his pockets as the figure still shot at him in a straight line. Tama then did a side kick but his foot went right through the figure like smoke. It balled up and reformed behind Tama, who in which was intrigued by this. “I see…” this was about to get intense. He might have figure out what this thing was, a demonized ghost. It didn’t take him long to realize what this is because that Zokano family captured and used ghost energy to get their special shadow casting abilities. “So, you’re a demonized ghost? One of the few ones I bet.” Tama finally took his hands out of his pockets. “To bad you don’t have a soul I could eat.” Tama then reached his right arm out and quickly a black bladed katana formed in his hand. A quick swipe of his sword down ward caused the wind to break. He cracked his neck before he flipped the blade around and pointed it at the figure. Just then, the figure disappeared and reappeared next to him in a gust of black energy that radiated off of it. Just then pointy spikes gouged out of its chest toward Tama. But knowing Tama’s skills he wasn’t there. In fact, he used the shadow flash step to appear on top of a lap post just above the figure. His eyes narrowed at the figure that was looking around for the missing teacher. ‘I see now. This is no ordinary demon ghost. In fact it has similarities to my abilities to control and possess shadowing skills.’ He thought for a moment. Just then it found him, it scoured at Tama with a deep hiss. It then let out a deadly growl. Before it could make its move Tama jumped down and shot straight at the figure bring his blade back read to stab it head on. He finally collided with it making an explosion of dirt and debris all over the place. Once the rubble had cleared a horrifying picture to what appeared to be Tama’s body hung by the sharp spikes that poked out of the figures chest. At first the monster yelled with glee for it victory. However, it wasn’t Tama’s body, no it was his shadow clone of him, in which scattered and started to surround the figure. The figure tried to break away by forming away then reforming. But since it is somewhat a shadow like substance as well, the power of Tama’s shadow stayed bonded to it and kept on engulfing its body. I soon was congested into a round black sphere and slammed against the ground. Tama then walked up to it, rolled up his sleeves and sighed. “You lacked many fighting skills that even my students could have defeated you.” Tama the stuck his hand into the dark sphere and started to absorbed the power out of it. This was how the Zokano clan grew their powers, by feasting on ghost’s energy factors. He was almost done engulfing the sphere. But something shocked him. Something got Tama stuck on something. The engulfing stopped suddenly. Just then, something shocks him mentally. His eye grew wide as everything around him became slower. The color around him turned a deadly negative color. He stood frozen in his position everything around him had stopped but his thought in his mind “What is this killing intent I fell? Is this a ….” He suddenly gasped a bit. “… A spiritual pressure? That can’t be it has no—“Just then a little girls voice spoke out to finish his sentence. “No soul?” Tama grew even more shocked. “Hello…. Tama” Tama’s eyes grew wider as he saw someone come out form the depth of the darkness.
He then ended up waking up in the DWMA hospital room with unanswered questions. He was alone. No one there but himself. He sat there. Staring at the clock that hung on the wall, its hands didn’t move. Must have no batteries, of course this Tama think about. He still waited for the say to end. “What was that? Who was that?” He looked down at his hand and opened up his palm to look at it. “Why is my hand shaking?” The thought of what happened still wondered in his mind. He had passed out during it do to his energy being low. Soon, the day ended with him still awake.
A few months passed after the dual with that strange figure. It was so different than anything he encountered. One in being it was not just a ghost figure, let alone a child. Evidentially, this child knew him, but it was unlikely for that to happen. There has been no child in his past that Tama couldn’t have known to bring him to a conclusion to who or what that was. All he needs to figure out is what happened after that. He was in his classroom writing on the white bored listing to the marker write words in blue. The smell of it was somewhat intoxicating; it makes him cough a bit here in there. He then looked at the time. “Almost time for class huh?” he mumbled to himself. Just a few moments later the bell rang.
