Sweet Nostalgia

The Games We Play
Hermosa balanced her blade onto her shoulder, her other hand on her hip. She stood so easily in the day of what she, as well as her comrades, would call her home - a ruined city beyond rescue and repair. The original population having been long evacuated, nothing roamed the city but Hollows and other creatures. Right now, she was standing over a roofless building which allowed the sun to beam down without hindrance from the sky itself. The floor felt rather cold, her bare feet gracing it with the soles of the bottoms. Her ears picked up the sounds of cheerful voices and actions from a short distance away, the sounds of the audience watching both her and the one she was facing down.

She ignored it all... and focused on her fighting partner.

It was the beginning of self-training. The blind Arrancar had volunteered to help out the ones in need. It would take several steps to the final goal... but she was determined to get it through to her "student"'s heads. The exercise, one that she had stated herself to "enhance the view of the world around one's self", was being taken by the very opponent she was about to cross swords with again. That opponent had been blindfolded in order to make it - at least in the viewer's mind - even. However, considering that Hermosa had lived blind for most of her life, and her partner could see... well, it was that much of an advantage.

Remaining silent for a moment more, Hermosa readied her blade again and closed her sightless and pale eyes. "Ready?" She asked calmly.