Persona sat with his spear across his lap on a bench. Unknowing to the outside world, he was in a form of meditation, or rather... he had been pulled into a parallel world that Satsuriku-no-Tenshi lived in. It was night time, with a full moon in the parallel world, and they were in a graveyard.
"Natsume Hyƫga," A tall, lean man in black cackled. His eyes glowed a deep crimson from beneath his cloak hood. The hem of the long cloak ruffled in the wind.
"Yes," Persona replied, striding into the graveyard as he heard the voice of his Zanpaktou.
The lean man jumped on top of a large gravestone pillar and sat with his legs dangling. "That battle was boring Natsume. When are we really going to fight." The man whined.