...Henji's Akuma....Bankai!!!

The sands of the Sahara seemed to skip over a man's sandals. His feet being covered in it. He bore a long white coat with the emblem of the twelfth division on the back. This was, of course, because he was the captain of that division. His eyes scanned back and fourth as he waited. It was supposed to happen here. Something dark and evil was supposed to emerge to this place.

In fact, the message was subconscious and for some time he knew that it felt wrong. It was as if something was misplaced. Yet, he stood there as still as could be. Then he heard a sound. The sound of a battle, thousands of men dieing and being split open by a blade with effortless feel. His shinigami uniform wavering in the wind slightly as he stood there and watched for what was to transpire.

his eyes looking like crystals as they scanned the depths of what they saw as irrelevant. The man unsheathed his sword immediately as he felt an odd and familiar reaitsu. it couldn't be him but he was alive so could it really be. He wondered as he pulsed back and fourth with his eyes still trying to locate the sound's origin.

His eyes stopped as a figure appeared from the shadows with s sword like Henji's Shikai. His face turned red with anger as he stared at the figure, all of it's features available for him to see. the site of a life time really. The figure spoke.

"Lets get this straight. you have one test to prove to me you are right and every time you use me with out hesitation or fear then the easier this will be Ji-string-san."

The voice crackled as it laughed historically because of the knowledge it had that the man standing before it, hated to use it. The figure raised his sword and pointed it towards the man, spreading his legs apart slightly the figure placed his large and monstrous arm clenching on his regular arm and the hilt of the sword. As it faced towards the man a sudden word and cackle echoed through his lips.

"BANKAI!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The man's eyes widened as he noted the word. The figure had said the pinnacle of the Zanpaktou. The figure had declared, Bankai. Energy welled up around him as his blade started to glow and pulse. The glowing burst to a bright light as it flashed and the eye on the blade that was now noticeable blinked once.

The welled up energy started to twirl around the blade and the figure. It was all a great mass of energy bearing down on the Man in the coat. The sand whirled up around the figure and a tornado of sand, reaitsu, and even some random debris like animals and things seemed to fly about.

Then the reaitsu dispersed sending a boom of all that debris, sand, and dirt outward revealing the bankai of the figure that was now in full view, but he didn't change. No, for this was the manifestation of the man's zanpaktou and it already was halfway to bankai.

The man breathed in gently and fully as he spoke.

"I see the bankai draws you from your cold world to the realm of the fight. Such an ability is worth going all out for as I have no choice it seems."

The man unsheathed his sword and pointed it so the blade was facing down, the point of the blade pointing towards his left, and the blade clenched in his right hand. The blade started to crack and break apart as he spoke one sentence.

"Anata no akumu misete kudasai, Akuma."

The center of the blade cracked and burst apart reveling a purple eye. From there the cutting part of the blade cracked and shifted, growing to a large size. The rest of the blade followed suit. Then, however, came the part of which he hated the most. His right arm shifted as the hilt got bigger. His fingers joined together on some parts and finally it fully shifted to a large green four fingered arm. The fingers on the top part of his hand and one thumb like finger under.

His eyes seemed to turn a feint purple as he stared at the man. He let out a cry and a loud yell of pain as his chest ripped open to form a mouth that closed and stayed shut almost locked in place. He did this again as his right shoulder also ripped open and formed a mouth, however, this time it formed four bone spike like things that jutted from the four corners of that mouth.

His legs spread apart slightly and he stared at Akuma, ready to deal with the worst he needed to...