Casual Stroll
With a yawn Estarossa exits the tooth shaped maw of the Garganta in the skies of Naruki City with it closing behind him moments later. He does a few stretches, the sort that people would perform after waking up and to be fair Estarossa had been awake for about twenty minutes or so. He looks around the city while scratching his head noticing the fissures scattered about.
”Oh boy they weren’t kidding… There are quite a few of them. Hmmm…”
He closes his eyes and tries to sense for the Shinigami who was placed in Naruki City as its guardian.
”I don’t sense that blue haired brat so maybe I could check out these fissures before she or any other Shinigami show up.”
Still masking his Reiatsu to appear as a lowly Gillian he marches up to a fissure and begins examining it. His fingers trace along the surface of it with slight chips of “reality” breaking off of it. He retracts his hand to prevent opening it any further. These were Kūmon alright and from the looks of it they’re all slowly expanding, teetering on the cusp of tearing open. He wonders where they lead to; on the other side, none of his people reported any fissures in Hueco Mundo. He walks around the Kūmon to examine it from all sides, wondering if his ability could do something to dispose of it, alas, his conclusion was mere uncertainty. If he did consume this Kūmon it could trigger a chain reaction that forces the others to open up spontaneously. He steps away from it at last then allows himself to drop down to the streets below.
He takes a stroll with his hands in his pockets, glancing up at the fissures and their relative position to the buildings he wanted to protect. He stops at the corner of intersecting roads that had quite a bit of traffic, both vehicle and pedestrian. He stands there silently as people pass by him, none the wiser to his existence. If there were any spiritually aware humans around they would be shocked to see him but they would not feel any sense of danger radiating from him as his gaze was fixed skyward. His eyes darted from fissure to fissure trying to see if there was some pattern to them. In a single blink he was gone from the corner of the intersecting streets and appeared high up in the sky, well above the city and fissures. With a birds eye view he investigated them further only to find no pattern to them, at least not one he could recognize.
”There really is no rhyme or reason to their placement… My paranoia of Las Noches really has me second guessing my comrades' observational skills.”
He returns to the ground at the same rate of speed he had left it and then takes a seat on a public bench. He sits right in the middle of it, stretching out his arms along the backrest of it while crossing his legs, his ankle resting on his knee style. Due to the audacious way he was sitting, humans naturally avoided the bench, or rather their desire to sit there vanished entirely. While seated he kept his gaze skyward towards the fissures, he isn’t sure when they will open but he has decided to play a waiting game with them. If anything does emerge from them he will kill them and maybe if he kills enough then the Hollows will be too scared to use them. Then again, what if these fissures were a distraction, something to lure him out and away from his home. Worse yet, what if it was bait for Shinigami? Either way, at this point, he couldn’t just go home, he had to defend his favorite stores from destruction.
