The beautiful decoration of Holden's pure willpower was too much as he progressed along the years. He figured much of his metallic arm, but never thought he would have to face a horrible outcome. The memory plagued him for years to come. He wore a metallic right arm for over a decade and the moment of its disposal was still so fresh in his head. It was practically the first time a hollow had gotten to him, he was young, and he bore a mark to remember his downfall. A failure from the start, but a man that wished to overcome. Outspoken and annoyed he wished to sit and indulge in it during his teenage years. When using the original spectrum of his weapons. It was a couple years after his parents death and his experimental setback. A prolonged hatred for so many things and barely any heart to feel more. His skin was tightened, but in one specific arm he felt nothing, but a cold and numbed embrace. He wished to overcome, but for the years everything was so dreadful. At first he was forced to learn and build his scientific skill throughout the years, but the longer he lived, the more he began to hate everything around him. His arm began to be a symbol and it longed for a bloody splatter. Holden began to show his strategic prowess through the inventions he used. Soon his arm began to become a play thing to pass time and recreate himself in a better and stronger image. You could only assume that one would begin to grow bored and weary with all the hate that grew upon his stern face.
He began to tamper with it and before he wanted to make it stronger and more powerful. He felt that it had to stand out and truly represent power. He was always one that indulged in such self corrupted tendencies and because of this he would mess with the joints of the metallic arm. Changing its properties to further adjust to reishi particles and even soon connected cords and fine metals to allow his arm to go forward and detach. At first it was a hard thing to do because he had to make a lot of adjustments and try it out many times. It didn't work out for him every time he needed it and that was always a bother, but it gave him room to make it even better, and further his project. After a year or so of fine productivity he began to truly understand science and his ability to create and consume at the same time. His budget indulged in this new found passion and it was beyond beautiful in the fashion it gave him so to say. Soon his arm already held all of its weaponry, the blade, the spikes, the advance cords, and everything he thought possible. However, there was so much more to come. His experience with its refined position in the world was good, but not good enough. He began to know more about his Quincy power and because of this felt it necessary to adjust it to his arm. Even with the reishi propulsion system he felt incomplete with his product, and knew it could use more testing and power before making it a finalized produce of perfection.
By the time he was 21 he had already perfected the barrier effect and was in close terms to perfecting the beam effect. Two different extraordinary powers that represented the supreme awesomeness within the first invention that took years in the making and was still not yet complete. The barrier effect worked well throughout all times and that was a relief considering the first dozen times it usually broke and was considered frail. It became better and better with tinkering. Anyway, the beam usually backfired or shot small amounts of energy. The reishi absorption and conductive strength of the arm was not on par with what was necessary to shoot out such a dense and strong beam of energy. It came in handy with lower level hollows, but it was never anything able to stand up to anything of power. Its in-completion almost caused Holden to self destruct in his priorities to become content with his malicious creation. Whether or not he was close was not the question, but if it was enough was, and it was not enough.
Throughout his endeavors he did much slaying. His senses were at their prime and that was especially due to his age. Sitting back and remembering what brought him to the final product was amazing to him. The beautiful arm guiding its enhanced fingers through his hair and the knowledge that all the power he wished to achieve with it alone was accomplished brought a sudden smile to his face. He felt accomplished for the first time in many years. He remembered the year before when everything was finally at its end product. The beam was concluded to be absolute through harsh modifications and it did not take long for him to add the final touches to it which consisted of its cold abilities. Something Holden felt necessary because of how it would stand out within the world. It was the thing he liked best.
A compartment within the forearm with advance reishi abilities. Something Holden never thought of until tampering with one of his tubes and trying to formulate how it really worked on a atomic scale. It was obvious at that very moment what he could be able to do with a simple idea that reflected off of said tubes. He sat there as all he could see was the recreation of his memories. The way the warm air felt on his skin was dreadful, but the things he heard of past conflicts brought a smile to his face and a snicker to his accomplishment. Tasting nothing more, but success, Holden would stand up and reveal to himself his arm under a shiny light so he could truly get a niche for it. To only go back to thinking about the days, weeks, months, and years it took just to get there.
So many hollows and some soul reapers, killed, to this device. It proved boundless to the natural arts and held a ruse in appearance. The kidou's it had taken up front, the shocks the arm had to deal with, and the way it still prospered, longer and longer as the product became better and better. Its finalization was something of the past in thought and Holden never thought he'd make it to the point where it was done. He had to slaughter stuff with it, but he had to recall all the blood shed in its creation. Just in order to repent for the souls lost despite his natural hatred for all things. They helped him and that's why they deserved a second chance to be a test specimen.
There was the time he fought a group of soul reapers who were feeble in skill. His hatred for the Soul Society urged him to put them down in large numbers. They exterminated his people. He was alone because of them and they killed everything he ever loved. His thrill seeking revenge turned into a showdown with about 3 soul reapers. This was during the finalization of his product. A couple days prior he was tampering with the cold function. An ability he only dared use once due to its ability to completely destroy the arm if abused. Despite how he knew the schematics by heart he would not want to start all over again. Anyway, he managed to unleash said function and that was the deal breaker. The way it functioned made Holden truly love the fact that he added it in. It was weak, but it did what it had to do, and held an effect that he kept in hand seeing as how it managed to kill all the soul reapers along with Holden providing little effort. All he did was detach the joints and have the pieces fly at them and toy with them. They seemed to lack appropriate abilities with their blades and could not release. One did, but was overwhelmed by the arms raw power and his downfall was his own as far as Holden can remember. He recalls he soul reaper releasing into his shikai and exclaiming victory. Only to be backhanded, deliberately held, and frozen solid within a times notice. Oh, the glorious battles the prototype had faced and won. Now it was complete. Holden will not be satisfied until it kills a Captain.
As the due process of its reckoning came to an end Holden went to the bathroom to face the man he had become. A grin on his face as his mechanized arm swayed back and forth with every step. Years came to a final product when he was about to hit his 22nd birthday. Everything was going forward as plan and for the first time in decades he could smile at an accomplishment. It was now a matter of time until his finalized invention lay waste to hundreds.
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