The Hermit Of Hueco Mundo

The Hermit Named Adachi.
The plains known as Hueco Mundo were always known to be a quite chilly but it was almost reduced to a cakewalk compared to a specific section of Hueco Mundo. This area of land is called "Desierto Congelado", the black skies of Hueco Mundo blotted out by white clouds displaying a beautiful yet very deceitful appearance of an aurora boreal in the sky. The ground was covered in patches of ice formations as a light fog blankets the land in a cold embrace. The wind is also frigid, able to cut through the skin like frozen knives with its icy breeze. It really gave off the the appearance of a frozen desert or even the polar opposite of fiery appearance of Hell.

You would think that a environment as hostile and deadly as this would scare away all who visited this place, all except one. The man known as the Hermit of Hueco Mundo, the mysterious Arrancar known as Adachi. Not much is known of him from the normal residence of Hueco Mundo only rumors from hollows who witnessed him take on about a dozen Adjuchas with relative ease though surprisingly giving off no reiatsu, dispatching them all with his bare hands. Not one casualty found among the Adjuchas group. Adachi silently returns to the frozen plain from where he came, leaving the group to lay there where they would eventually regain consciousness...

Adachi sighed within the confines of the only above surface caves in Desierto Congelado, the wind whistled against the opening to the cave. Inside the cave it was actually quite warm in comparison to outside temperature. He had taken off Mascara from his face to reveal icy, pale blue eyes as his expression displayed that of a calm, lazy look. He had recently taken a evening stroll into the sandy surface of Hueco Mundo, luckily not being noticed by any hollows this time.

"Well that was at least a rather pleasant evening stroll..." He sighed to himself, pausing for a moment before continuing. "...who am I kidding, I'll be making a trip to the World of the Living soon, might as well get ready." Adachi said as he stood up, putting Mascara back over his face. With careful, calm gesture of his hand, he manifested a crude, fabric-like Garganta as he entered it heading towards the World of the Living.