Quest for the God Hand {PRIVATE MINI-EVENT: Agito and Pockeh}

The trip from Karakura town to Athens in Greece was a long and arduous one. Chisei had been doing a mix of shunpo, walking, sleeping, and eating as his only activities for the past few weeks. He had passed over a lot of destroyed areas, even though that wasn't saying much seeing as how most of the world was a wasteland after the invasion five years ago. He had walked over a large portion of russia, and had rested in Germany before continuing down to Greece. When he had arrived in Athens, he felt completely worn out and he knew he wouldn't be able to complete the task he knew lay ahead for him in this quest he had set out to complete.

In his studies while looking for a way to make his defenses around Karakura town stronger, Chisei came across writings about a weapon called "The God Hand". This weapon, supposedly, granted powers similar to invincibility to whoever wielded it. Chisei knew the second he read it, that he had to have it. He knew it had to be his. What better defense could the vizards have? An invincible, un-kill-able leader? What more would they need?

So Chisei had started researching the god hand, discovering the name of the guardian that protected it, Berserker, and the location where Berserker was, currently. So, there was a beast protecting this weapon? No matter, Chisei would kill them and move on. Simple.

Boy, was he wrong.

After a night's rest in Athens, Chisei headed into what used to be the Parthenon, finding the massive hole in the floor that signified the entrance to berserker's cave, and jumping down. It was a long fall, had to be at least twenty feet down. Chisei hit the floor hard, actually going down on one knee when he hid the solid rock floor. Man, ow, that berserker must be resilient..

The vizard leader let out a small chuckle, pulling an industrial-strength lamp out of his travel pack, turning it on, and tossing it to the floor. It was dank and dark in here, even with the light, it was hard to see much. This could make things difficult... Chisei sighed, taking off his pack and tossing it to the side, cracking his neck and making sure the sheath to his sword was still firmly on his back. The six-foot long katana, his zanpakuto, was going to be invaluable in this fight. Chisei opened his senses, extending them outward in all directions and feeling for the presence of the beast. With a grin, he pulled the sword from his sheath, pointing it at the ground and taking a step forward.

Now.. where was his opponent?