How long had it been? A long time? A short time? A day? A month? A year?

To be honest, he had lost sense of time during his training here. The bounty hunter had spent since he had arrived here training intensely to keep himself busy. It was hard work, he made sure it was, and his body ached, however, he felt his strength growing a little bit with each day that passed. The mercenary looked at the tree he had spent the last while he had been there training against. The tree's bark and been stripped by intensive strikes over parts of the tree as he had continued his intense training. It was nearly over and the mercenary had planned to return the day after this day, tomorrow, if you will, and begin his track towards home.

The dark clad man rushed forwards and spun quickly, slamming his right shin into the trunk of the tree, cracking the wood of the tree as his shin slammed with an almost thunder clap. Monroe spun quickly and slammed his calve against the other side of the tree, causing the cracks in the tree be unstable as the modern fencer's feet slid along the ground. With a powerful punch, the dark clad man shattered the tree and caused it to fall over, leaving a powerful crash as it struck the ground.

Blood dripped from the bounty hunter's fist as he looked at the tree and turned around to begin heading home. He'd finished his training to shatter that tree, but now he had to return to his job. The mercenary began his march towards the Dome, intent on returning to his duties that he'd left for... however long he had been gone for.

As the dark clad man moved through the forest silently, he heard the sound of training filled his ears. The mercenary looked at a young woman training herself with a wooden stick, almost like a sword. The bounty hunter shattered a stick from a tree and leapt down, landing next to the girl and smiling at her as he rested the stick on his shoulder and then pointed the tip of his branch at the ground. "Hey, you're pretty good, but you need some tweaking in your technique. What do you say you let me help you?" the fighter asked with a smile. This had potential to be fun.

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Much thanks to Silver for the sweet Quincy Sig. ^_^
Zorlo , Zachary Leos, Monroe Vossler, Arvin Anson, Emile Velos
Rest In Peace Duke of Clubs. (11/15/1992-1/5/2008)
And Kenpachi divided the Strong from the Weak, and it was good!