As Oda approached the two he realized exactly what he had stumbled upon. They were not shinigami, they were not human. Each one spoke out at him as if they found him interesting. Something strange indeed. "Old man?" He stared with a questioning look. If anything his body resembled that of a twenty year old, in perfect condition, save for the numerous battle scars. Across his unguarded chest rested a large number of tattoos. Each tattoo resembled that of a tribal marking, though they seemed to swim across his skin like fish in the ocean. Forming into many different shapes and creatures. Tilting his head to the right he glanced to the cane at his side. "Oh...this is just something I carry around for when I become injured, not because I'm old." He said this with a calm face, their appearances not faltering his normal expressions. This man is the captain of the thirteenth squad, the head guardian of the soul society. One of the only shinigami currently in the thirteen protection squads that even comes close to the reiatsu level of the captain commander. The amount of energy his Zanpaku-to puts out must be sealed within two different seals. The first is its normal katana state, the second seal is in fact the cane form it takes now. Of course the two figures in front of him had no knowledge of this, giving Oda the means to surprise them when the time came. "I assure you that I hold no hollow being within me, nor do I plan on ever allowing such a fowl beast to host my body." His calm face soon turned serious, the hunger for blood building within his body. Inside the sealed form of his majestically carved cane, his katana shock violently with the divine thirst for justice. He knew that the two would attack him at once, hollows never played it fair, they only wish to end things as fast as possible, devour the souls of the weak, and steal the souls of the strong. Oda would never allow himself to become part of what he "lived" to kill.
