Aaroniero walked coldly through the desert, it was brisk and stiff as if his entire body had been thawed out by some force. The high speed regeneration of Aaroniero's was slowly working its magic, however the damage he had suffered had been extensive, and his gamble had almost cost him his life. He walked with a gant at first, then it slowly corrected itself, if one looked at him from a distance, it would appear as if time was moving forward at an accelerated rate. He started as almost a de-evolution standard, and slowly became progressively more evolved, until finally his face returned to that of Kaien, his white coat was severely damaged, it was in tatters and shreds at the bottom, with large rips going up it from his latest battle.
Aaroniero had to get out of HM, even fully restored, he was no longer an espada, something akin to those pathetic privion, except that he faked his own death to get out from under those oppressive grips. Out of all the espada, Aaroniero was most likely the easiest to hide, he could take Kaien's spiritual signature and be that of a shinigami, or take on a hollow, basically he could play both sides of the fence without much problem. As he made his way far enough away, he snapped his fingers, looked around and watched as a gargantua opened. Sensing no one around, he took a moment to stand there to make sure, if someone wanted to approach him, they would have to cross a vast amount of space, from which he could see a long way away.
Stepping through the gargantua, he went to the only place he could without fear of reprisal, and for the food. Ktown.
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