Click, Clock, Click, Clock. Footsteps? Oh yes, footsteps. They were getting closer. But the man who was behind the footsteps wasn't there. It was just a sound. Kukuku~! The dark chuckle of that man echoed in the air. It was quite windy today. It was a morning. Full of sunlight and... shadows. Kukuku~! The chuckle was heard once more. By now, a dark figure was seen on top of the school that resided in the town of Karakura. The man was wearing a whit suit with a fedora hat. He had a maniacal grin on his face. His eyes, bloodshot. Red like the devil's. He gazed down at his lonely prey. He let the chuckle be heard once again. This time, louder, darker and more dangerous. He knew the other man was alert. But the dark figure did not care. The sun now was fully out, caressing the man's handsome face. It was Hiruma. The ex-segunda espada of Aizen's army. A dangerous man indeed. He had his pitch-black broadsword on his back. His dark hair... dark like the night. Covered his right eye. One could only label that man as the Devil. The Seed of Judas (Hiruma) disappeared in a blink of an eye. Into his Shadow Realm he went. The next moment, he emerged from a shadow not far from the Vaizard. Kukuku~. Seems like I have found myself another piece of meat. The chuckle, dark as menacing as ever. And his voice, dripping of sarcasm. This man truly was Insane.