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    A few hours had passed and Daisuke found himself sitting alongside the window of his dormitory, slowly fighting the urge to sleep. For the time being, he had escaped the hustle and bustle of the academy. As soon as the twins stepped foot into the academy, they were caught up in the whirlwind. Ten minutes after arriving, they were ushered into the Grand Ballroom along with the rest of the first year students. The Head Teacher of the first year students, Gengorō Ōnabara, greeted them all with a welcoming speech. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is my greatest pleasure to welcome you all to the Shin'ō Academy. I wish to congratulate each of you, first on having secured your place at the Academy and second, for the prosperous futures I know you all will have. The Shin'ō Academy puts the students at the forefront of everything it does; your experience here and your success is important to each and every member of staff. Your arrival here marks a new chapter in the story of your life. But this chapter is a bit different. The preceding chapters were largely written by others – your families, your upbringings, and your nobility for those that this applies to. But none of that matters because as soon as you stepped through those doors, you are all equal and are now you will be the principal author of the next chapter. This can seem as daunting as it is exciting, as challenging as it is empowering. But the great thing is that you are doing something that you have chosen to do, something that arguably you were born to do. And while you are here, you will have the opportunity to learn new things, acquire new knowledge, develop new skills, and enhance your personal attributes in profound ways that will equip for life after the Academy. Over the first few days of your time here, you are likely to be bombarded with information and I am conscious of the danger of adding to information overload. Nevertheless, I wish to share a small piece of advice with you. Make the most of your time here and absorb all the knowledge that you can. Your time here will define you. Make the most of it.” With those words still ringing in their ears, the twins were whisked away to their classes and meetings with their teachers before being placed within the dorms. Matsuri wanted to meet up and go over things but Daisuke, as usual, just wanted to rest. He glances out of the window of the dormitory, resting his elbows on the sill as a faint smile spread across his face. Outside, on the ground below, he could just make out the distinctive blue trails of hair and red and white clad body of his sister as she quickly moved from point to point. Daisuke knew only too well that it was him she had been seeking, and he cupped his chin in his hands, amusement in his expression as he registered her frustration. “She’ll probably hit me for it later but that’s fine.” He lazily mutters. He sighs and gets to his feet, stretching his arms over his head as he lets out a loud yawn. The room was long and somewhat narrow, about what you would expect from a traditional standpoint. This was the smallest of the three rooms within this block and Daisuke chose it without hesitation. Although he would sleep alone in this room, he didn’t mind it being cramped. Its tight enclosure faintly reminded him of the time he spent in the hut with his sister. Daisuke sank down on his bed, running his fingers absently over the blankets that had been neatly placed there. These were identical from bed to bed, in a shade of blue, just like the hakama the male students all wore. His eyes narrowed as the Head Teacher's words ring in his head. “We are all equal… That’s the message. All the same no matter where we come from.” He flopped back onto the thin, flat pillow, closing his eyes as he digested this fact and allowed sleep to overcome him. WC: 694
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    A friendly and playful laugh escapes from the Lieutenant as he hops from the tree and lands on the ground with a skip. “I owe no one any debt, the people of these regions would sooner cast you to the dogs than betray me and you would be wise to not accompany this one where he’s going.” He points to Takada, still paralyzed on the ground from the effects of Geki. “His justice will be decided by the Central 46 not myself, but if it satisfies you to know.. I can’t imagine he’ll escape death or life in one of the prison levels.” Yuroshima looks the man up and down, the surrounding conflict was now coming to a halt as the sounds of battle began to fade and Shinigami began to simply walk around, tending to wounds on both sides. “But I suppose you’re right, perhaps I do owe you for interrupting your duel. If it’s a fight you desire I can accommodate.” A man clad in brown Shinigami robes approaches the Veiled Commander of the assault. “Sir, we are ready to set up camp.” Yuro nods to him, “Thank you Jim, get it done.” The man nods and rushes off, shouting orders of where certain carts could be rolled and where to place tents. “You have a certain time you have to be home?” Yuroshima calls to the challenger, “Or do you want to move out with us tomorrow? If so, you’ll have you’re fight yet.” WC- 247 TWC - 940
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    Releasing the Geki spell, the healing specialist continues his flight path to the tree on the opposite side of his make shift seal. The red light gleams brightly from within the confines of the pillars, shining across the veiled ones back, silence then befalls the area for a brief moment. Was this victory over the two? Ching! A slash sounds off and the Lieutenant turns around on the tree branch he was currently perched on, eyes narrowed..watching his self made structure. Ching! The second slash occurs, actually severing the ropes of the Sajo itself, one wound so tight around the pillars that it screeched and shot backward quickly, severing multiple tree branches in the neighboring tree to Yuro. The challenger exits alone, but Yuroshima could still feel Takada’s spiritual presence. He speaks to Yuroshima, explaining that if he wishes to fight than they could. The Lieutenant stares at him blankly, considering the situation from a different stand point, this man was in a different uniform and so must have challenged takada to a duel. He was a mere Rukognai soul yet he had released Shikai which was stronger than that of Takada’s the Shinigami officer. He then thinks of how dreadful its become having to cut down and imprison the strong young men of the districts, any that didn’t have to go that route.. “Will you seal your Zanpakuto?” He calls back. “I cannot allow further injury to my men. Will you hand Takada over to me? I need to return him to the Soul Society, he must face our justice. What say you?” WC - 264
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    “Liquify, Ginki.” The challenger releases a Shikai to the surprise of the Lieutenant. An eruption of power and suddenly a mist begins wafting from the man’s Zanpkauto, surely this was his ability. Yuroshima springs off the ground moving backwards quickly to avoid whatever this mist or gas was going to do to him, shouting to the comrades who were close enough to possibly become engulfed by the new variable. “Scatter!” He yells before coming to a crouched position on a branch roughly twenty feet from his last position. He watches the two warriors now standing in the gas before realizing that he was now coughing hysterically. Some of his troops had heeded his warning and fell back slightly, now employing ranged attacks, but others were not so lucky and now they too were caught in the effects of what was now clearly poison. [3/4] “I don’t know who you are, but stay out of this. This is my fight and I will end it. Unless you intend on killing me here, I will defeat that man.” The challenger calls to the Lieutenant who merely stares at the two in the contemplation plagued silence of a hawk, waiting for his chance, the moment of distraction to end this before anyone else could get hurt. “Explode, Senhari!” The rogue shinigami shouts, now releasing his shikai. The situation had turned bad, and now two higher level fighters were in their first release, with their battle ensuing Yuroshima takes his opportunity, normally he would not use such high level techniques, but with his troops now sustaining what could very easily be fatal injuries he had to end the battle to tend to their wounds, and so the veiled one aims his palm at the pair of warriors. “Bakudo 75, Gotchutekkan!” From the sky four titanic pillars of gleaming iron descend, they crash into the ground, sinking deep into the earth and forming a tight box like parameter around Takada and the one he had been dueling. “Bakudo 63! Sajo Sobaku!” The gold tendril rope erupts from his palm and flies forth with blinding speed, quickly and fiercely wrapping itself around the Gotchutekkan pillars, effectively sealing off the parameter. Finally he goes to finish his combo, leaping off the branch with great force he soars over the makeshift seal, the two perfectly exposed beneath him, he fires one last spell. “Bakudo 9, Geki!” A large red orb of light forms around the target area, attempting to paralyze any trapped inside. WC – 429 OOC – Moves Bakudo 75 – Bakudo 63 – Bakudo 9 – Current Stats - Reiatsu - 119k Speed – 130 Power - 157 ( Str / Reir - 118 ) Perception -134 Stamina – 132 Throwing / Reiar Attack Speed – 120 Will update how much stamina is lost from kido attack if any at all when I find out.
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    The camp was thrown into chaos as the surprise assault began. The smokescreen that covered the assailants prevented the men in the camp from fully understanding what was happening, but nonetheless the attack was not without resistance. Those that had their weapons on hand swung them wildly in an attempt to protect themselves from whatever was coming for them. Those without weapons ran to find something to arm themselves with while trying to avoid being captured. A small number of the more cowardly of them ran desperately for the forest in an attempt to flee. While many of the bandits in the camp were simply powerless souls who posed no threat to the Shinigami that were imbedded in the assault, there were a select few that would not be taken so easily. These men held their ground while others panicked. These men would not be broken so quickly, instead using the cover of their frantic comrades to launch attacks on those that were distracted by the lesser of their rank. Men that had slept through the initial commotion of the duel had now certainly been awoken and were beginning to exit their tents. These men, scattered throughout the camp, would join in on the fighting from within and around their enemy, turning the fight in to a much more chaotic scene than it may have originally been. Shouting erupted from around the battlefield as the bandits attempted to gain some sense of control without the presence of their leader, who was still locked in combat in the center of the camp. “Like hell it is!” Takada shouted at the mysterious figure that had appeared on the sidelines of the fight he was engaged in, blood still falling from his mouth. He looked out as his camp was overrun and driven into a wild battle, one that his men would likely not survive. Still, even in the face of such a situation, Takada was a warrior and wouldn’t be stopped with words alone. Wanting to try and find a moment to asses the situation at hand, to understand who it was that was attacking him, Takada began to try and separate from his opponent only to be stopped by Kenshi’s hand holding the collar of his Shihakusho. “Liquify, Ginki.” Kenshi spoke through gritted teeth, still holding Takada on his blade. The blade imbedded in Takada’s chest let out a burst of vapor that filled the area as it seemed to begin dripping a strange silver liquid from its surface. In a matter of moments, the blade itself would be completely liquid, dripping and forming small puddles on the ground as well as continuing to produce the toxic vapors into the air. Takada, as well as some of the men who were fighting near the center of the camp would begin to cough as their lungs began to burn as they were breathing in the gas that began to fill the air. Takada would just as well feel the veins in his body burn as the liquid from the blade slowly entered his bloodstream. Only once the effects of the poison had clearly begun to take effect did Kenshi release his grip on Takada’s collar and step back, pulling his blade from Takada’s chest and Takada’s blade from his own chest. Blood began to pour from the open wound as Kenshi stepped back, holding it with one hand breathing heavily as he occasionally coughed up blood. It was only then that Kenshi realized what was happening around him and noticed the presence of the veiled figure in their fight. He turned to the new combatant, unsure of his purpose here but recognizing that he intended to end the fighting. “I don’t know who you are, but stay out of this. This is my fight and I will end it. Unless you intend on killing me here, I will defeat that man.” Kenshi spit the blood that had gathered in his mouth on to the floor and poised himself to attack once again, thought his eyes rested on the stranger as if waiting to see how he would respond. Takada would take the moment of separation to wipe the blood from his chin and grip his Zanpakutō tightly. “Explode, Senhari.” Once again, the needle covered mace would appear in his hands. Taking a defensive stance, his gaze would shift back and forth between Kenshi and the veiled stranger, attempting to anticipate where the next attack would come from. Though he made no aggressive moves in hopes that these two opponents might turn on each other. WC 762 Total WC 3,054
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    Quickly he jumped on the phone and called out... The day continued seemingly as normal after the call was completed. Jeremiah was able to get through all of his paper work and deal with several remote client meetings so to close a few deals. There were also several meetings that the Regional Vice President wanted to coordinate and determine a few steps in the action plan for the Asian Pacific Region for the company. Normally he remains invested in all of the meetings and projects but he could not let go of that single name, "Hachiman." A single person, the name that drove him all the way from the United States to Japan and after more than a year of working and studying he finally got the name and it came by chance. "Hey Kara?" He spoke out from his desk as he started to close some of his files just as she made her way around the corner into the doorway, "Yes Mr. Richardson?" She stood in the doorway with her tablet in hand, "Tell me what you know about Malachai Korolevu." Kara revealed a smile with a small laughter tucked underneath at his inquiry but soon that dissipated when it was revealed he was not responding accordingly. "My apologies. I had no idea that you were serious." Jeremiah made an expression for her to continue to which she responded by using her tablet and moving things around, "Have you been to Naruki City yet?" He simply responded with a shake of his head, "Mr. Korolevu is the owner of The Vault located in Central Naruki City." She swiped on the screen which caused a beep on Jeremiah's phone. He picked his phone up off the desk to see the notification from Kara. The screen illuminated as he pressed on the notification that shifted his screen to the front of building that looked like a bank fitted with vibrant golden neon lights at the deep of night. Jeremiah approaches the building from across the street out of his work clothes and into something more casual, at least casual in terms of how he normally operates. He checked his watch for a moment, checking the picture of Malachai for a moment and using the references that he was able to gather from his internet search several hours prior. There was little to go on as everything he was able to uncover was fluff pieces and with little to actually identify the man with, as he apparently avoided the public eye and lived by his name and identity behind his business operations. Only appearances were pictures of over ten years ago and the most recent is one someone got of him as a private investigator. The line leading into the building was a long one, and that was expected based on the amount of popularity that this location garnered. He had not considered this when he made the plan to come to the location, and honestly he hadn't developed much of a plan beyond coming to the location. The weekend had already arrived and it was the best time to get a chance to understand the environment and determine if his target was even situated in the building. So without many other options, he made his way towards the back of the line and each step feeling like miles separating him from his target. It had not bothered him at first, but it slowly became increasingly painful as he went down the line. Eventually he arrived at the back of the line, nearly down the block and a half further away from the door and through that entire time he had not seen the line move more than two people. 17 Minutes Later One more step forward as the line moved once again, but if that was a metric used to measure the progress of his evening Jeremiah was more than certain he was not going to be entering this building tonight. It was disappointing, which also means he would have to try to arrive dreadfully early to the next opening to get a chance to get in but that would bring too much attention to himself in a way that is worse than most other circumstances. "Brandon?" More than hearing his name, Jeremiah was shaken by hearing the voice of a familiar tone speaking his name. He looked to the side to see someone in a way that he would not expect, Kara his assistant, making her way up to him in an outfit that was more flattering than he would imagine. "Kaje? What are you doing here?" She smiled with a charm that was new to Jeremiah, "Well, you had asked me about The Vault and thought 'well I haven't been there in awhile' and now I am here." That smile was maintained, "But what are you doing here? I never considered you as a party boy." Her tone was held with a smooth tone of sarcasm. "I was... Hoping to find someone." Kara gave a mocking look of endearment, "Did the run in with you wife make you wish you had someone?" Jeremiah gave a scoff as he rolled his eyes, "That's not what I mean I just-" "Come on." She took his hand and pulled him out of the line, "But my spot." Kara continued forward, pulling him along side the line. As they approached the front of the building there were a few women gathering as Jeremiah was brought to them. "Hey Kaje!" One of the girls exclaim, "Wait, isn't this your boss?", one of them smirked, "More like, how is this your boss?" As she motioned towards his physique with a sly smile before another interjected, "Nah, more like how is this your boss." Her hand brought up like a height scale pointing out his shorter than average American height. He couldn't decide whether he should roll his eyes or simply walk away. "Don't worry, they aren't always so creative." "So says the assistant hope for a chance to-" "And we're off." Quickly Kara pulled Jeremiah towards the entrance as the other woman chuckled behind them. They stopped at the doorway as the bouncer stepped in front of them for a moment, and almost on cue the other girls swarmed around Jeremiah while look at the bouncer. He took a moment but then shook it off before step aside and moving the velvet rope. With a smile, "And Voilà." They made their way through the first entrance before opening the second door and being bathed in a golden glow. WC: 1100 Naruki City: 1100Kagamino City: 3120A Walk in the Park: 1950Overall Word Count: 6170
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    Zenaku watched as the shield he projected up vanished into particles of reiyoku, with just three of these hollows clones left to fight zenaku thought that they might have a opportunity to beat them but on the other hand they might become stronger now that one of there clones vanished. Would they stay at the same strength or would they get stronger now that one of there own was destroyed, the only way to tell was to continue fighting the hollow and find out. " Zenaku do you think that you are gonna be able to beat this strong vosto lorde." The voice of his zanpakto spirit spoke up in the back of his mind. " Hello Kagami its been a while sense we last spoke, and as for your question im not really sure. This vosto lorde is much stronger then any thing that i have ever fought before so its difficult to really tell at this point at the battle. But i think that if i continue to fight this beast then sooner or later the answer shall come to me." Zenaku would say as his mirrors was floating behind him ready to strike if he needed them to. The hollow just stood there watching zenaku as if he was looking his pray up and down for any signs of weakness, but sense he was just standing there either the hollow was getting instructions from the main body controlling them or he had yet to find a opening that it could use to attack on. Sense the hollow did not wish to go on the attack then he would so he formed his mirrors together making a large one as he would jump back into it and vanished from sight or at least of that which people could see. Just then another mirror formed behind the hollow as zenaku jumped out from it as he attacked the hollow from behind by shattering a small mirror he formed and now it became small jagged sharp pieces that would rush forwards and slash into the vosto lorde skin. Zenaku would then jump back into the portal mirror as he escaped the back hand the hollow turned and tried to hit zenaku with. Being able to use his shikai abilities really helped to fight hollows with but he was not sure just how well they would work out against this vosto lorde. Zenaku would walk out from his mirror a few feet away from the hollow, zenaku would just chuckle as he saw how helpless the hollow was once zenaku actually started to get series. " Whats wrong hollow having trouble fighting some one that has the upper hand." Zenaku was not even able to finish his sentence before the hollow fired a large cero towards zenaku so he formed a large mirror that would adsorb the cero, another mirror would form above the hollows head as his own cero came rushing down onto his head. The attack would destroy the hollow cause it would seem that he had snapped and fired a cero at max power and his own attack was just stronger then his own body. He watched as the energy from the hollow went flying towards the area that had the main body tho now that two had been dealt with that just left two left and with the amount of people that zenaku had on his side beating those hollows would be a piece of cake. wc: 557
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    They made their way through the first entrance before opening the second door and being bathed in a golden glow... It was as if the door itself was a boundary to a world beyond them, containing the power of unknown forces that few would be capable of honestly finding a way to comprehend the information being produced. The first thing that struck Jeremiah was the radiant light of the golden glow followed by the flash of white and the unique blue tinted light before the booming sounds collided against his body and eliminated his sense of hearing beyond the heavy pounding against his body echoing through the ground. The only reason that he was able to bring any sense of comprehension of his body was the force of momentum of Kara pulling on his hand and snapping him out of the synth trance as he returned to the heavy drum and base of the music paired with the pulsing strobe lights scattered throughout the building. "Hey, are you okay?" Jeremiah noticed that her lips were moving but he couldn't bring his focus all the way to the present moment. It was not that he had never been to a party or club before, as he had several experiences but it was he fact that he had spent so much time working towards getting revenge for Everett that he had not taken the time to just relax. "Hey, are you okay?" She was louder this time to make sure that Jeremiah would be able to hear her, although the fact that she leaned in close enough for him to notice that she was wearing perfume that reminded him of sweet vanilla helped in his ability to hear her. "Yeah, just been awhile since I went out." She slowly pulled away from a moment so that they could each other in the face before she made a motion with her head towards the bar, raising her eyebrows in a way to emphasize a question. He responded with a nod as she turned around and help his hand in hers holding fingers gently tethered to one another. Several drinks later and many attempts at enjoying the dance floor while looking partially like they knew what they were doing on the floor. Although Jeremiah was out with the group of women his mind was focused on a task while looking around the room as he had the chance of locating who he needed too. The opportunity that he was looking for had finally revealed itself when he noticed the many men in suits making their way into a back path that had two guards standing in front of the room for a moment before heading in he room themselves. "Hey Kaje." He said loudly as she danced nearby and she acknowledged his call out placing her hands on his chest and leaning in close, "I have to use the bathroom." With a gentle pat on his cheek, Kara gave a smile and a nod before stepping back with a wink and proceeded to dance further as her friends joined in. With a hint of uncertainty, Jeremiah turned away from her and made his way through the crowd towards the back room. There was not much of a plan as he continued to approach the door holding to his drink as he continued to maneuver through the crowd until he was a few feet from the door. He took hold of the door handle and attempted to open it only to realize that it was locked, "Of course." Then suddenly some random person spoke up, "Basurūmu wa hantaisoku ni arimasu." He looked to the random drunk dude who was slump against the wall that was collected by his friend. Jeremiah took a moment to look around for a second and the moment that he recognized that no one was around to see it, he placed his finger on the knob. A small blue glow formed at the tip of his finger as mechanism inside moved around until it finally clicked. Once he got that he opened the door slight, scanned around, and then blurred inside of the room before closing it behind him. Once in he recognized that he was in a long corridor that lead to a door down the end. Jeremiah took the chance to walk down the pathway leading to the door, halfway expecting someone or something to appear from literally anywhere but without any such appearance. Once he got to the door at the end of the path, he was anticipating the door to be locked like the previous one but was met with no resistance. So he turned the knob of the door and pushed it open to see several guys at a table where a few were counting stacks of cash and a pair were near the corner of the room packing boxes with something in plastic wrap. "Oh." He said with the sounds of an inebriated tone, "This is not the bathroom." Jeremiah prepared to turn back and leave when one of the guys pushed on the door and closed it as he stood in the way. "No it is not, Gaijin." Jeremiah kept the facade of being intoxicated as best could manage as the man at the door shoved him towards the table. With a bit of a stumble, he managed to keep to his feet and turned away from the table and took a step back. He saw that two of the guys nearby pulled out knives followed by the snapping sound of a switchblade engaging behind him. "Wait a second." He put his hands up, "Look, with the amount of you in this room you can definitely beat me but I would probably kill at least three of you before you get me on the ground." Jeremiah shrugged, "But I would rather fight the minimal amount of you and then get the bathroom or maybe just leave pretending this was all a weird dream from drinking too much." Shortly after the last of the words left his mouth he saw the guy in front of him move his eyes from a different part of the room behind him and back to him. It was a subtle move but enough for him to slip to the side and avoid the knife the slide through the air as he rotated around dipped underneath the swinging arm of the bladed goon. The dip was enough to give him the chance to move forward and bringing his right arm up for an upward swing following the body line as his fist connected with the bottom of the man's chin. The force was greater than expected, and even his speed was so rapid that many only caught the point of contact as the body of the goon flew back through he door and knocking it off the hinges. He postured up, looked behind him and shrugged, "Sorry about that." With a rush he moved forward, jumped over the body, and dashed down the hallway. Bang. A sound he was not prepared for as he attempted to get out of the door leading out of the hallway with the consuming sounds of the music. He rushed through the crowd as the goons attempted to keep an eye on him. Jeremiah made his way at the end of the building and stumbled out of the door before tripping over the the stanchion rope and colliding with the ground hard. He attempted to get up and noticed that there was some blood where he hit the ground. He was concerned that he hit the ground too hard but noticed the red stain on his shirt. "Brandon?" He heard the voice of someone he did not expect to hear but waived her off as he rushed down the street. He continued rushing away from the club as a few people clamored as Kara attempted to follow losing him at the end of a dead end alleyway. WC: 1550 Naruki City: 1100 + 1550 = 1650Kagamino City: 3120A Walk in the Park: 1950Overall Word Count: 7720
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    “Everyone! Take your wooden swords and line up against the wall.” With a clatter, the door of the large practice hall was thrown back and a woman emerged from within. She was dressed in all black, with an oversize wooden sword slung lazily over her shoulder. With a certain flair of confidence, she strode towards the front of the room and stood on a metal platform before placing the sword down in front of her. All of the students jumped in surprised and stared at the sight before them. It was the start of the sixth week of academy life and things were moving at a snail’s pace. Lecture after lecture, exam after exam. The twins, each obtaining high marks in their classes, had different approaches to it. For Matsuri, some things came natural to her. She was incredibly gifted and rarely struggled. Daisuke, on the other hand, struggled greatly. He would save his studying until the last minute, often staying up overnight the night before a big exam in a mad scramble to get things done. However crude his methods were, they yielded results. Today would be the first time all of the students would practice their swordsmanship. Daisuke, of course, relished the opportunity as this would be the first time he’d be able to show what he learned during his father’s training. Out of the two, he had more of a penchant for the more physical things. "I gave you all an instruction. I expect it to be obeyed at once!" the woman’s voice booms as she slams her wooden sword on the ground. The ground trembles and the metal platform bows upon contact, scaring the class who quickly scramble to carry out her orders. As he hurried to take his pace in the line of students near the wall, Daisuke noticed that Raito had also turned up for the class. The two exchange glances before shooting one another a brief smile. It was already decided. Should their class turn into a sparring session, the two of them would meet. This would be the first time that they’d be able to test their brawn against one another. As the last student slipped into place, the woman moved from atop the platform to examine each student. Every single student was met with a menacing glance from top to bottom, one by one as she made her way from one end of the line to the other. At the end of the line, a young girl looked as if she were about to cry at the sheer intensity of her stares. Daisuke bit his lip, silently sympathizing with his classmate. It was at this moment, Daisuke realized that whoever the woman was, and with her terrifyingly strong aura, Matsuri had nothing on her. After a few tense moments of silence, she began to speak. "Saya Fukamachi." She said brusquely. "That's my name. You will all address me as teacher and nothing else. I'll make it clear from the start that you are not here to play. You're here to learn how to fight and kill effectively so that you don't get killed when you are faced with an enemy who wants nothing more than to see the remaining speck of light slowly drain from your eyes." Most of the class swallowed hard at this brusque assessment of the lessons to come. In a flash, she disappeared only to reappear with the tip of her oversize sword mere inches away from Daisuke’s face. The class gasped and stood frozen in place. Like most of the class before him, he took a large swallow as sweat began to bead down his face. His body was frozen. “Name?” she demanded as Daisuke struggled to find the words. “Dai…Daisuke. Daisuke Sato ma’am.” She slowly lowered her sword, letting the serrated edge scrape along the floor as she pulled it back. “Move to the center of the room.” She barked as the shaken Daisuke hurriedly moves. Saya quickly disappears again, this time reappearing with her face mere inches away from Raito’s. The tip of her sword was stabbed in the wall next to his face. The look of sheer terror on his face spelled it all. “Name?” she muttered as she slowly moved back. “Raito Yukimura.” He says as his hands tremble. “Move to the center of the room.” She moves back some more as she allows him to quickly head to the desired location. Removing the sword from the wall, her form disappears once more and reappears atop the platform once more. “Does anyone know why these two were chosen?” her voice booms. A still silence blankets the room. “Because their marks are high?” a sheepish voice says. “Incorrect. Every Shinigami should be able to perceive their opponents reiatsu. Perceiving reiatsu should come as natural breathing. Among this group, the two of them have the highest reiatsu. One is refined and controlled. The other, while controlled, leaks out constantly.” Daisuke’s cheeks turned red at the statement as he knew that comment was directed towards him. “I can tell that some of you already know this technique. In time, you’ll all learn how to accomplish this but for right now, I want to see a display of what the two strongest can do. It’s obvious you two have had some sort of formal training. Fight for real, no holding back. If it gets too out of hand, I’ll make sure it is stopped.” She moves back and allows the two to compose themselves as they each grip their wooden swords. “I’ve been waiting on this since we met.” Daisuke says with a confident smile on his face. “As have I. Show me what you can do…” “Begin!” she yells as the two spring to life. Daisuke darts forward with a rapid sequence of thrusts which Raito, showing his skill, dodged to perfection. He slams his own sword firmly against his opponent and pushes him away. His own superior strength now revealed, he shifts his weight from his left to his right foot and begins an offensive of his own. Daisuke, unmoved by the display, dodges with impressive skill. If Raito or anyone from the class thought that this level of strength would be enough to defeat him, they were sorely mistaken. He was deft and quick, dodging Raito's second set of swings and leaping at him once more. Raito took a half-step back, only just judging the swing in time, and as there was the cracking sound of wood on wood once more. The class was on edge. The two combatants were fast and furious, yet entirely committed to the match. As both slipped into their normal combat rhythm, it became staggeringly apparent to everyone watching that there was genuine, ingrown skill in both of their movements. Daisuke’s chosen mode of attack was quick and deft, using several stabbing swings in one advance as he slipped almost seamlessly from toe to toe, able to change his angle at a moment's notice. Raito, in contrast, put greater faith in his strength of attack. Using his superior strength to deliver staggering strikes. For fifteen minutes, the match continued with neither side completely gaining the upper hand. Suddenly, Daisuke launched himself into the air as his reiatsu began to spike. Searing heat began to bristle from him as he lands a solid blow on his opponent. Raito, struck off guard for the first time, lost his footing and stumbled back as his sword scatters across the floor. Daisuke lands on the floor out of breath with sweat beading off his face. He glances towards his wooden sword which was split in two by the resulting clash. Raito steadied himself, shooting a humbled grin as he extends his hand towards Daisuke. "Well fought. It seems you’ve won this round." He said frankly. "You’re not bad yourself. Seems you weren’t all talk after all." Daisuke managed, raising his head with a look of triumph in his golden eyes. "Sato. Yukimura." Saya’s booming voice interrupts their conversation. At the sound, the two stand straight and bow to each other properly. "Good." She said at length, turning to face the rest of the group, all of whom were standing staring at the two combatants in awe. "Sato and Yukimura have given you all a taste of the kind of commitment I expect from you. To give your opponent no quarter. Exploit any and all weaknesses and be mindful of what you can do. By the time I’m through with you, you all will be able to do much more than what you’ve seen today.” She places a hand on each of the boys’ shoulders, scaring them even more. "That's not a reason for either of you to become complacent. You have skill, but you also both had openings. If I was to challenge either of you in your current state, you would not last thirty seconds." The two of them swallowed hard as her grip tightened. “All of you will pair off in two and begin with the basics. Before today’s class is over, each of you need to perform five thousand strikes. As for the two of you. You need to retrieve new wooden swords and pair off with other people. It will give you both room to grow. If I decide you worthy, you will leave class today with an Asauchi.” She lets go of the boys’ shoulders and takes Daisuke’s weapon as she watches them scurry off before moving to Raito’s discarded sword. She examines both swords and sees slight burn marks on the handle of Daisuke’s sword, more burn marks on the serrated edges of both weapons, and small yet deep indentations on Daisuke’s. “So I wasn’t hallucinating. The Sato boy unconsciously wrapped himself in reiatsu that manifested like flames while the Yukimura boy unconsciously defended himself with wind that created these deep cuts. These boys… They are going to be something else, I’m sure of it.” WC: 1,660
  10. 1 point
    Daisuke finds himself stranded in a barren wasteland running for his life. There is a light wound on his chest in the shape of a claw that burns more and more with each passing second. The pitch black sky started to loom over him as he runs away from the piercing red eyes glaring at him from within the clouds. "Daisuke... Daisuke, you can run … but you know you can't hide. Not from me." The booming disembodied voice behind the clouds reverberates. As he continues to run, he begins to see small light red crystals fall from the sky. He stops dead in his tracks, amazed by such a beautiful sight. Almost as if he were in a trance, he slowly reaches out his right hand, letting a few of the crystals fall into his palm. The crystals disappeared as soon as they touched his hand like water hitting a hot pan. Suddenly, a searing hot sensation spreads across his bone. The heat burns to his very core as he tries to scream but finds that he is unable to. As the crystals fall at a quickened pace, they land on Daisuke's body and no longer disappear. Instead they begin to encase him entirely. As the crystals spread, Daisuke begins to lose control of his body. His arms are the first to go as it gradually makes its way down. Realizing how dangerous the situation was, he attempts to run away once more but finds that it is too late. He was trapped and completely paralyzed with nowhere to go. Just then, the crystals stopped and the clouds parted. A ball of fire of immense proportions appeared as an equally large black figure flew around it. The figure, now revealed as a black dragon, slowly descends from the heavens as its red eyes stares directly at his soul. "I told you Daisuke … you are not worthy to wield me." The dragon spoke, revealing it to be the source of the voice Daisuke heard prior. “What the hell are you?” Daisuke manages to etch out as the dragon nears towards him. He comes face to face with the dragon’s snot, feeling the searing heat escape from it. “My name is….” The sound cuts out with Daisuke unable to hear the rest. “Until you say my name, you are not worthy!” The dragon says as Daisuke is once again able to hear. As he was trying to make out just what exactly the dragon meant, it lunged at him. A piercing scream escapes Daisuke's mouth as his eyes dart open. In a cold sweat, he looks around, finding himself back within his dormitory. “This damned dream again?” “Do you always flail around and yell in your sleep?” a voice says. Daisuke looks up towards the doorway to see a young raven haired man staring at him. “Yo! Looks like I’m your roommate. Raito Yukimura is the name!” he announces. The man, wearing the same hakama as him, smiled warmly before waving his hand to greet him. His skin was dark, yet his eyes were a vivid golden, glittering with life and intelligence, yet Daisuke soon saw a stubborn pride reflected in their depths. His raven hair was held back from his face by a single white tie adorned with a gold band. With a mixture of surprise and fear, Daisuke slowly returns the greeting. “….Hi. I’m Daisuke Sato.” “Nice to meet you. And sorry for startling you. You left the door open and I could hear you down the hall. Wait a minute…Daisuke? You wouldn’t be the Daisuke that cute blue-eyed girl was looking for would you?” Returning to his normal nature, Daisuke sighs and lays back in the bed. He was not surprised that she was still looking for him. That was just a testament to how determined she was. She’d definitely hurt him when she found him. “Blue eyes and blue hair? Yeah, that’s probably my sister. I saw her running around earlier looking for me.” Raito chuckled as he fully entered the room and sits on the chair Daisuke sat at earlier. “She seemed pretty upset as she moved through the campus. She has a fiery temper.” Daisuke waves him off, chuckling as he sits on the side of the bed. He motions towards the glass of water he left on the windowsill which Raito quickly hands to him. Taking a sip to quench his parched throat, he begins to speak once more. “She seems that way now but back when we were younger, she was incredibly shy. Terrified of her own shadow. Still has glimpses of her old self. Hell, just this morning she was pacing around terrified of her first day. I suppose I’ll go and find her at some point. Enough babbling about me. What brings you here?” Raito eases back in the chair and chuckles darkly, staring out at the sun setting in the distance. “Bit of a loaded question from someone I just met a few minutes ago. Since we’ll be roommates, there isn’t any harm in telling you. I’m indebted to the Shinigami. One saved my life during a hollow attack years ago. Ever since that moment, I wanted to be just like them. I worked hard and molded my dedicated my entire life to achieve it. This is just a precursor to it. But I’ll graduate top of the class and take my place among the Shinigami. What about you? What brings you and your sister here?” “Very similar reasons as you believe it or not. Our father…well adopted father. He’s the former lieutenant of the Eighth Division. He saw something in us and took us in when we had nothing. We idolized him and wanted to maintain his legacy. We plan to be the best. Better than everyone here, you included. No one will look down on us again.” The two stare at one another, the tension between them obvious. Both of them strove to be the best. It was fitting that the two of them would one day become rivals. “It seems we are more similar than what I originally thought. These next six years will be interesting.” As the two continue to converse, a loud creaking noise stirs them. Footsteps echo in a hall as a young man appears. At first, he appeared to walk past the door but suddenly stopped and moved back towards the entrance once he realized there were other occupants. “Oh hello! I didn’t think there was anyone else here. My name is Shotaro Sonozaki. Pleased to meet you both.” The three exchange pleasantries before another set of booming footsteps interrupt them. “I hope you guys don’t mind but I let the girl who has been looking for someone come and check the place out. I thought it was empty so I didn’t see the harm in it. Wait…didn’t you say your name was Daisuke?” Daisuke’s eyes widen as the booming footsteps come to a stop when Shotaro says his name before returning at a quickened pace. “Oh shit…” Daisuke mutters as Shotaro is pushed out of the way, Matsuri glaring at him from the doorway. “Daisuke….” she growls as she slowly draws closer to her intended victim. Raito quickly gets up, hugging the wall of the room as he makes his way past her. “I’ll catch you later Daisuke.” He says hastily as he exits the room, quickly helping Shotaro up before they both depart. “You left me all day. Had me looking around this entire campus. Just to sleep?” She cracks her knuckles as she draws closer towards her brother, his cries of pain echoing throughout the halls. WC: 1,277
  11. 1 point
    900 Years before the present The Soul Society. The land of the Soul Reapers. The land where the spirits of those who have passed come to begin anew. Most souls that find themselves in the Soul Society come together to form families. There are some, unfortunately, who are not as fortunate to find a family. The twins, Daisuke and Matsuri, are prime examples of this. The two children arrived in the Soul Society alone, a tragic fate in their human lives sending them there. Given that they arrived within the first district of Rukongai, Junrinan, it was expected that they would be integrated in the makeshift families that the district was comprised of. However, many of the citizens in the Rukongai were wary of them. Not because of their actions or their heritage, but because of their immense power and frightening potential. The two of them subconsciously leaked their reiatsu every passing moment. For Daisuke, the leaked reiatsu would manifest as searing heat. Matsuri, on the other hand generated, extremely cold and near sub-zero temperatures. Oddly enough, their powers never affected the other. Along with the varying temperatures, the leaked reiatsu would attract the attention of hollows. The fear of being attacked lead people to stay away from them. Children were forbade to play with them. So, the twins fought to survive; stealing and doing whatever they could to make ends meet. It was a harsh way of life but, for the time being, it was all they had. Thunder roared in the distance as rain drizzled down from the heavens. It was the first day in a few weeks that they didn’t experience the near torrential rains. Matsuri sat underneath a small hut of scrap metal and discarded paper with a thin dirty blanket covering her. She shivered as she rubbed her hands together to keep warm. Daisuke made his way underneath the hut with her, quickly making his way underneath the shared blanket. His leaking reiatsu made the inside of the blanket just a tad warmer. It was just enough for Matsuri stop her shivering. “Here sis. Eat up.” He said as he handed her the apple he swiped from the market down the road. Nodding, she quickly bit into the apple as she let the juices flow freely down the side of her mouth. “I wish this rain would end.” She mumbles between bites. Upon finishing her apple, the two sat in silence as they watched people scurry into their homes. The same warm, safe abodes the two of them longed to have. The pangs of being wanted tore at their hearts. As the two of them watched the people pass, they saw them. A man and a woman out on a night’s stroll. The woman wore elegant clothing, an oddity given the current weather they were experiencing. She had a light pink umbrella dangling over her shoulder with a warm smile on her face. The man next to her was a soul reaper. He was dressed in the standard soul reaper clothing with a badge tied around his right arm. The two of them had never seen a soul reaper before; having only heard about them and their exploits from rumors and small talk. Typically, soul reapers meant something bad was about to happen. “I’m scared.” Matsuri whispered as she moved closer towards her brother. He instinctively put his arm around her and moved to the back of the hut in an attempt to avoid the couple's attention. As the two walked by the hut, the siblings could hear bits and pieces of their conversation. Idle chatter about the peace and serenity the Soul Society was currently experiencing. Suddenly, the woman stopped dead in her tracks and glanced at the hut behind her. She motioned towards her male companion before heading back over towards the hut. Matsuri squeezed her brother’s arm as the woman knelt down and peeked inside. “Hello there. Why are you two sitting in the rain?” Matsuri slumped underneath the blanket as Daisuke instinctively moved to cover her. “We don’t have anywhere else to go.” Daisuke said angrily. “You two don’t have a family here?” “No. No one wants to take care of us. They're all scared. They say we are curses and bring evil monsters because we can’t control these stupid powers. We didn't ask for this and we get treated like shit for it. Just go away like everyone else!” A searing wave of heat radiated out from within the hut, forcing the woman to take a quick step back. “I see… That explains what I felt” The soul reaper said as he knelt down towards the woman. His smile was just as warm as hers with a sense of compassion. “I could sense someone was leaking out reiatsu. I thought it might be a few Shinigami in the area but this... I would have never expected it to come from you two. Such incredible power." Matsuri peaked out from underneath the blanket, never keeping her eyes off of the two in front of them. “They are so young..." the woman said as she began to trail off from her words. Her eyes reflected deep sadness and understanding. "My name is Haruka…Haruka Sato. And this is my husband Jun. Would you two like to come with us? You can live with us. Right, Jun?" The soul reaper chuckled and extended his hand inside the small hut. "She's right. You both can live with us. You can even learn how to control those powers of yours. If you want to of course." Hearing this, Daisuke looked down towards his sister whose face was full of hope. For so long she's wanted to be free from this situation they found themselves in. To have a home. A family. A family who would care for them. Daisuke could see the look in her eyes. He knew what her answer was. With his sister holding on tightly, the two reached towards the soul reaper. WC: 994
  12. 1 point
    500 Years before the present At long last, the day had arrived. Daisuke ran his fingers excitedly over the white and blue of his student's hakama, his gaze straying across the grounds of what was possibly the biggest building he had ever seen. His long silver hair flowed in the wind as he tightly grasped at the sash around his chest. In the years that had passed since Daisuke and Matsuri were adopted by the Sato’s, they never ventured far from their estate. They had food, warmth, and most importantly a loving home. That’s all they needed and all they wanted. Over time, with training from Jun, they managed to gain some sort of control over their reiatsu. While it still leaked out violently, it no longer caused intense heat or frigid cold unless they wished it. While this enabled them to potentially gain a sense of a normal life over the years, they longed for something more. With that, it was decided. "Well?" A voice from behind him said as a firm hand is placed on his shoulder. Daisuke glances back to see Jun smile at him warmly, his eyes full of pride. Jun had retired from his Shinigami duties a few years before, citing old age as his reason. He’d held the position of third seat of the Eighth Division for many centuries eventually becoming its lieutenant for the last four. He had become a valued and highly respected asset of the Gotei 13. So much so that both the former and current Captain of the division still keep in contact with him. Now he longed for the quiet life to sit back and enjoy the successes of his children. "I was wondering if you were going to stand and stare all day." Jun said teasingly as he ruffled Daisuke’s hair. “Sorry father. I’m just jittery. We’ve waited for so long for the opportunity to join the academy. Now the day is finally here and….” “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” Jun said as he cut him off. His words, much like they were during their first meeting, eased his fears and erased his doubts. “Regardless, I’m glad you are excited about this. After this, I’ll no longer be your teacher. I’ve taught you both all the basics and even a few things here and there that I probably shouldn’t have shown you. You’ve done exceptionally well to this point. The two of you will be onto bigger and brighter things. Have better instructors than I could ever be. Don’t let me down.” “We’ll always cherish your guidance and wisdom. I'm pretty sure I can speak for Matsuri when I say that we’ll do everything in our power to honor your name, position and all of your teachings. We are where we are now because of you and mother. I promise, we will not let you down.” A lone tear rolled down his eye as he quickly adjusted and stares out at the horizon. "That's enough for me, then." Jun smiled with sadness in his eyes. “You worry too much Dai. It’s just a school.” Matsuri said as she walked up behind the two. Her light blue hair rests upon her shoulders as she moved beside her taller brother. She casually handed him a small bag with the lunch he absentmindedly forgot at home. “Mom knew you’d forget the lunch so she had me bring it. All this trouble over the first day at the academy.” “Oh! Says the one who frantically paced around last night terrified about how the first day will go. ‘I don’t know about this Dai. I’m worried.’ And you have the nerve to pick at me.” “Shut it. It was a momentary lapse.” The two siblings bickered between one another as Jun watched on. "I’m eternally grateful to you both. You’ve given our lives purpose…” he whispered as he beams at the two with pride. Jun sighed deeply, he places a hand on each of their backs and gently pushes forward as he steps back. “This is where we part. I’m incredibly proud of you both. Listen to your instructors and do your best. If you happen to see Captain Kaeru, Captain Zikrud, my old friend Jinno, or any of the other Captains or lieutenants, be on your best behavior. Haruka and I expect a letter whenever you are able. Come back home in one piece and as full-fledged Shinigami.” The twins bid their farewells and watched as the man they’ve identified as their father walked into the distance. As his figure slowly fades from view, the two stood in silence. After a few moments, Matsuri broke the silence that lingered between the two. “This is it huh? We’re back on our own trying carve on own path in this world we’ve found ourselves in.” “Not quite. It’s different this time. This time, we aren’t alone.” WC: 807
  13. 1 point
    The fight had been going on for a long time now, and so far it did not seem like any one on his squad or even him was being able to get a upper hand. Zenaku also had a idea in his head that some how this clone who is making up the clones might not actually be the original vosto and that the real one was controlling these ones like nothing more then puppets from a safer place so that he did not actually have to get his hands dirty. The only way that zenaku was gonna be able to find that out was if he could some how find a opening in his opponents defense to get a fatal blow in, but the way his opponent was fighting that was gonna be easier done then said for the whole battle zenaku has yet to see a single opening or a flaw in his defense, he can now see why the gotie thirteen was so scared of these monsters cause there power was on par with even the almighty captains. The hollow suddenly came in for a attack, he had picked up a zanpakto from one of the dead squad members who had came in to battle with akari, zenaku would block the incoming attacks tho as he did he could feel the monsters overwelming strength he had. The hollow not only had speed,the ability to make clones of him self but now he is also shown to have a fair amount of brute strength. Zenaku wondered just what this hollow did not have cause so far he was skilled in multiple areas and from what he saw no weakness what so ever and honestly this would make beating him so much more harder. Zenaku was tired of playing on the defensive so he decided to attack the hollow with every thing that he could muster and even more. Raising his arm zenaku fired four blue bolts of lighting from his index fingers, he thought he would attack with some of his quicker kido to try and catch the hollow off guard, true hado four was not a very powerful kido but if used the right way it could be very destructive. As soon as zenaku fired the bolts of lightning he would use flash step and appear above the hollow as he would sky dive down with a mirror in hand like a disk as he would try to slice the hollows head off. Just then the vaso lorde took the sword in hand that he stole and quickly sliced though all four of his kido like they was made of nothing more then trig from a tree then looked up towards zenaku as he suddenly stepped back from his attack then quickly spun and kicked the shinigami in the ribs sending him flying back some. Zenaku managed to stand back up from the attack as he reached down and grabbed his ribs with his hand, he was not sure just how strong the hollows physical attacks was but after getting directly hit by the bastards attacks he could tell the hollow was very strong. The hollow suddenly raised his arm in front of him and zenaku could feel a dark energy starting to form, he was not sure just what the vosto was planning at first but as he saw the red ball of reiyoku formed in his hand he quickly realized that this damn hollow was about to fire a cero at him. Zenaku had a new kido spell that he wished to try out and honestly this was the best time to try it. Zenaku watched as the attack starting hurdling his way tho luckily it was not very fast which meant that he was not a energy user or far off attacker and that gave zenaku a idea but for now he needed to focus on this cero that was coming his way. Zenaku raised his arms up in front of him as he readied the kido he was about to try. Bakudō # 39: Enkōsen" The spell formed as a spinning yellow fan or shield but as he started spinning the energy that was forming the shield suddenly shattered into pieces so that left him with only one other option so yelling at the top of his voice he caused the energy from the cero to suddenly vanish as if it was never used in the first place. " Oh that is a Fascinating ability you have there young soul reaper, to be able to destroy my cero like you did and cause it to disperse into particles like that was truly a grand scene, but if you think that is gonna let you beat me your surely delusional let alone the thought of actually being able to beat me it really dose make me want to laugh." Zenaku could tell by the way that the hollow was speaking that he must of ticked him off as he could see a sadistic look in side of his eyes, but he could not allow that to allude him for he needed to try and figure out a way to beat him. He watched as the hollow came rushing in towards zenaku so with quick thinking he would lunge back as he clapped his hands together. " Bakudō # 62: Hyapporankan " Zenaku would then pull his hands apart as there was now a large single purple rod to be seen but really it was hundreds of smaller rods compressed into one. He would then bring his arm back before he would throw the rod which would then separate into hundred rods as they rushed the vosto lorde, the vosto lorde suddenly was able to dodge all of them before he was now in front of zenaku as he brought the sword down upon him. The only thing that zenaku could think of was to try that bakudo again and see if it would work. "Bakudō # 39: Enkōsen" once again a yellow disk of energy formed in front of him, but the hollows speed was quicker and he smashed though the shield before it could fully form slashing zenaku across his chest tho luckily even tho the shield was not fully formed it some how lessened the damage that he was able to receive from the vosto lorde attack. Zenaku suddenly fell to his knee as he looked at the vosto lorde looming over him, sword in hand raised over his head and like a eagle was ready to swoop down onto his pray for the final strike. But just then as he was about to swing his sword the hollow grabbed his chest and stumbled back. Zenaku wondered what had happened and so he looked around to see that his third and fourth seat was able to work together and beat one of the vosto lorde clones, but his idea he was thinking earlier must have been true cause the body suddenly turned into reiyoku and floated off into the distance towards the woods to the south which meant that all of these hollows they was fighting was nothing more then just clones doing the masters dirty work. But that was when he wondered if the clones get destroyed and there power returns to there original body would these other clones suddenly become more powerful or more weaker, it was hard to really tell until zenaku started fighting the hollow once again but honestly he was hoping that the hollow clones got weaker really cause that way fighting them would become easier and then they could focus of the main guy after they decided to regroup up and form a plan. But before they could do any thing they must first be able to beat just these clones of the original. " Ha ha ha ha ha ha, i see you was able to beat one of my clones, very good work soul reapers, but do not start getting excited now cause you still have 3 more clones to fight, will you be able to beat them then still have enough strength to fight me after you find me. I guess we shall have to wait and see, this is like a game of chess but i seem to have less pawns now to do my bidding so i am down 1 while you guys are down two i wonder how many more of you shall die before you reach me." Zenaku could tell that this was not the clone speaking but the original speaking though the clone like a communication device, zenaku was starting to see how handy this hollows abilities was and wished that it was used by one of there own but it sickened him to know such a powerful ability was in the hands of a stink'n hollow. But zenaku did not have the time tho to suddenly just be thinking cause the hollow suddenly rushed in towards him, this time around zenaku knew that his kido would work, he was not sure why and could not really explain it but he just knew it would work. "Bakudō # 39: Enkōsen" The shield suddenly formed in his hands as it would block the hollows attack like it was nothing. " Yes it worked, now this should hopefully give me a hand." As he was using the bakudo to block the attack he used his other hand to fire hado four which one went though the vosto lorde leg while the second one went though his arm. wc: 1,539 learned bakudo # 39: Enkōsen 1,539- 1,500 Words
  14. 1 point
    Happy Birthday, dude. Stay healthy!


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