Kueshi had just sent out a message to one of the Arrancar named Equestos looking for a sparring partner. He had heard from several of the members of his Research and Development team that the Arrancar had shown some amount of potential. Kueshi waited for the arrancar in an arena the size of a football field surrounded by metal walls. There was no ceiling on the arena, but the walls went about fifty feet straight up from the ground. Surrounding the arena was barren wastelands of desert and sahara. Sand as far as the eye can see, dead trees and small pools of water could be seen once or twice in a mile in any direction.
Kueshi stood at one side of the arena, twenty yards out from the closest wall. He was waiting for his partner to arrive. Kueshi was dressed in his normal garb: A black suit jacket with a white shirt and red tie underneath as well as black slacks. He wore black Floorshine shoes. His Zanpakuto was out of sight, but that didn't mean that it wasn't on him. His hair came down over his cheeks, covering his bone fragment next to his left eye and also covering his tattoo.
Kueshi stood at one side of the arena, twenty yards out from the closest wall. He was waiting for his partner to arrive. Kueshi was dressed in his normal garb: A black suit jacket with a white shirt and red tie underneath as well as black slacks. He wore black Floorshine shoes. His Zanpakuto was out of sight, but that didn't mean that it wasn't on him. His hair came down over his cheeks, covering his bone fragment next to his left eye and also covering his tattoo.