The future samurais fought for @youngstrawberryprotector
It had been some weeks from the last time Saito saw the orange haired shinigami. The wounds the samurai got in the last battle had been healed, and from that fight the only things that had happened had been just some battles without truly importance.
However, now, the captain of the third squad was in problems. He'd been fighting against some Hollows those weeks, but that time something went wrong. The monster was winning, and it'd opened the gashes on the back of the samurai. In an attack of despair, he finally could nail his sword in the white mask of the spirit, making it vanish in the air. "That was close." And it still was. Since the Hollow, before disappearing, had created a Garganta in order to try to scape and save itself.
Saito felt his body fall inside the Garganta, since he was placed in the Hollow's shoulder when he could break its mask... He tried to hold himself on somewhere, but it was impossible. There was nowhere to try to grab. The samurai was in a despaired situation. He didn't know where that way would bring him, or if he was going to fall eternally. Could he return to his city? He had to return! His left hand was still wielding firmly his loyal sword, and wouldn't let it go even if he was falling. He didn't know how those Gargants worked, but he hoped a Shinigami would notice his presence, later or sooner... Wouldn't they? A curse scaped from his lips, even if his voice remained calmed. A strong impact on his head made him lose the consciousness for some minutes, abruptly irrumpting his thoughts. He could smell the scent of the blood, feel it flowing under his head even if all he could see was black.
