"Been awhile since I've been here.....it's quiet as usual."
In between the nations of India and Pakistan lie the great Himalaya Mountains, who's peaks reached far into the sky, almost beckoning towards the heavens. These mountains were ancient, and had some serious history to them, especially to this specific warrior. His name? Stefan Soan, the Bloody Ronin. There was an old folks tale about a man who had slaughtered people because of events that had transpired in these tired old mountains, but perhaps it was just that: a tale. Or maybe it was based on truth. Who knows?
Anyway, let's get back to the present situation. Stefan Soan, the Bloody Ronin, was back to these great mountains for one thing: he was looking for a fight. He had heard rumors of a great Visored, and was hoping he could attract her attention somehow in order to challenge her to a fight. Well, maybe she would show up, maybe she wouldn't. Either way, Stefan would attract SOME attention in order to get someone to show up. Though, perhaps he could just wait? Nah, that's not his style, considering who he is. He'd have to do something big to get a persons attention.
Stefan was running around a village in the mountains destroying as much as possible, though trying not to kill anyone because then he would be breaking Soul Society law, and he really didn't want to have to deal with that right now. No, instead he wanted to focus on causing as much damage and destruction as possible. He was causing random wanton destruction in seemingly random areas, but in actuality he was heading in one main direction: the direction of his old home in these desolate mountains, as he saw it as a rather nostalgic place for a fight to happen that included him. After reaching the large open area where the remnants of his old house laid crumbling, Stefan sat down and began releasing some of hi spiritual pressure so someone looking for him would be able to find him.