Slight Harnessing of The Storm Within

Esteban's days were now consumed by intense training and meditation, during the last months, away from the hustle and bustle of human civilization. Nestled in a secluded corner of Japan, surrounded by the grandeur of nature, he had found his sanctuary.

His refuge served a dual purpose: it was both his training ground and his meditative retreat. There, he was safe to explore his powers, challenge his limits, and understand the unique quirks of his abilities.

His training was meticulous, painstakingly detailed. He was not only familiarizing himself with his unique techniques but also the standard abilities innate to his Hollow nature. Each movement, every release of energy, was analyzed and honed to perfection.

It was a grueling process, pushing him to his physical and mental limits, but he relished it. Each day, each hour, he could feel himself growing stronger, more in sync with his power.

But there was a price to this newfound strength. He had always felt a chaotic tempest within him, a turbulence caused by his powerful Reiatsu and Reiryoku. It was like a storm, unpredictable and destructive, wreaking havoc inside his body.

The toll it took on his physical form was not insubstantial. He could feel his cells straining, his flesh pushed to its limits. It was a harsh reality he had come to accept. But that didn't mean he had to suffer passively.

Through his intense regimen, Esteban discovered a way to combat internal chaos. He decided to turn this adversary into an ally. He subjected his body to minute, controlled bursts of his Entropy Quake, an ability that served as a constant source of pressure on his physical form.

This pressure stimulated cellular growth, gradually strengthening his body to handle the power within him. It was an inventive, yet perilous approach. Even the slightest miscalculation could lead to injury. But it was a risk he was willing to take.

His training went beyond harnessing his powers. It extended to his spiritual energy, the lifeblood of his existence. Previously, his Reiatsu would leak constantly, an outflow that went largely unchecked.

But that was no longer the case. After weeks of meditation and focused training, he had learned to draw his energy closer, to keep it near his physical form. This allowed him to efficiently utilize his Reiatsu without needless expenditure.

He had essentially formed a closed loop of Reishi, a spiraling vortex that kept his spiritual power close to his body, allowing the energy that once drifted away to cycle back into him.

This didn't mean that he had achieved his full Resurreccion. But it was a necessary stepping stone, a precursor that followed the same principle, therefore, he was on the right track.

Esteban had always been a solitary figure, preferring his own company over others. But he knew he couldn't stay isolated forever, not if he wanted to broaden his reach. He yearned for a force of his own, a band of individuals whose powers, though underutilized and underdeveloped, could be honed under his guidance.

His search led him to Tokyo, the focal point of spiritual power in the human world. His intention was clear: to locate the elusive Fullbringers and bring them under his wing. It was a calculated move, one he hoped would yield favorable results.

These past two months had been transformative for Esteban. He had delved deep into himself, discovering new facets of his powers, learning to control the chaos within, and strengthening his physical form.

With renewed purpose and unwavering determination, he was ready to face the world, eager to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead.

Setting his sights on Tokyo, Esteban began his journey. As a spiritual being, he had the privilege of traversing in ways that were unimaginable to the average human. He used his spiritual energy to walk on air, a method commonly used by beings of his ilk.

With each step, he effortlessly floated above the ground, slowly ascending until he was high above the earth, hovering in the endless expanse of the sky. Below him, the world continued its routine, oblivious of the spectacle unfolding overhead.

He was a silent spectator, his form invisible to the human eye. He flew past sprawling cities and tranquil countryside, over towering mountains and meandering rivers, a solitary shadow lost in the infinite expanse of the sky.

The wind rushed past him as he accelerated, creating a silent symphony around him. The world below turned into a mesmerizing blend of colors and lights, a beautiful tapestry that stretched far and wide. It was an ethereal sight, one that stirred a sense of awe within him.

As he moved further, he came across other spiritual beings. They were weak, their spiritual energy barely a blip in his senses. And Esteban's own ability to mask his powerful spiritual presence wasn't unique but a testament to the vast disparity between his power level and those of the ordinary spiritual beings around him.

His massive spiritual pressure was so far beyond their comprehension, it became indistinguishable from the spiritual energy of ordinary beings. They couldn't even detect that he had any in the first place.

However, amidst the sea of faint spiritual pressures, two potent signals pierced through, grabbing Esteban's attention. He paused, his form momentarily still in the sky as he reached out with his senses.

The strength of these spiritual pressures was considerable, nearly on par with his own. They were certainly no ordinary beings. One of them felt human, the other radiated the distinctive aura of a Soul Reaper.

A smile touched his lips, his curiosity piqued by these unexpected signals. His thoughts ran in a contemplative stream, '

'Two spiritual pressures... stronger than the rest, significantly so. This is... interesting. The human one doesn't feel like a Hollow, no, it's more... complex, rich, almost... potent. As for the other, it is most certainly a Soul Reaper, the unique resonance is unmistakable. How unexpected...'',

With a newfound interest, Esteban's gaze turned toward the source of these spiritual pressures. The prospect of encountering these beings was an enticing thought, a welcome break from his solitary journey. With a grin still gracing his face, he continued on his way, the towering skyscrapers of Tokyo now visible on the horizon.