Within in sands of Los Noches, a young looking male Arrancar stood, his eye's fixated on the ground. Boredom, as it is called, had grasped hold of him, and refused to let go. Standing at around six foot tall, he seemed rather athletic, seemingly the kind of person to enjoy working out, however, this was not the case. He hungered for blood, spirits, and violence, a desire made almost instinct by his time as a Hollow. His black hair stood motionless, as the man in the like-colored uniform lifted up his hand, a Garganta appearing before him. Stepping in, he let out a grin. Today was going to be fun.
Meanwhile, in the streets of Karakura, the area stood silent, the people getting on with their day to day business, not realizing the destruction that was about to unfold. If any spiritually aware being simply looked up at the sky, they would have noticed how it almost appeared to tear open, the figure of the Arrancar being made true in a matter of mere seconds. Stepping through, the gaping darkness behind him faded into non-existence, as he looked down at the city that was Karakura.
Yawning slightly, he flicked his hair as it was caught by a slight gust of wind. Moving his hand towards the biggest building in sight, he began to charge a Cero. The dark red ball began to grow at the end of his fingertips, eventually reaching the size of a regular basketball. Pushing forwards slightly, the Cero charged its way through the sky, heading towards the building his eye's were set on.