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  1. Days before the Duel. After debriefing San as to what had happened on his portion of the mission and learning of the presence of the strange kido based weapons the bandits he encountered possessed Yuro would say his goodbyes and San would then depart to fulfill the troop request. As he leaves a black clad figure, face hidden by a black veil, would silently approach behind the Lieutenant and stand still awaiting orders, “Inform Elder Zarrow that I have rid his district of the rising camps sooner than later after all” He states remembering back to earlier of how he had told the District leader that they shouldn’t worry about that threat quite yet but had viewed Sans arrival as a chance to get that out of the way quickly, and indeed the fifth seat had handled it all in such a proficient manner that the Lieutenant would have an offer for him upon his return.. and return he would. The black veiled Shinigami nods and silently vanishes from sight with the employment of Shunpo, gone off to perform his task. Days after the duel and filled troop request. That morning Yuroshima rose from his “Bed.” Which was simply padding by a chest, in irritation for this was the eighth consecutive day he had woken up due to back pain from lack luster sleep conditions. These were still better than the conditions he had lived in privy to joining the Thirteen Court Guard Squads but he would be lying if he had said he didn’t miss his room and bed, perhaps he could find a way of fashioning a better bed out here? He sits at the edge of the floor padding, staring blankly at the ground a moment while day dreaming of ways to craft a bed from the materials around although most avenues ended up becoming rather silly and unrealistic as his morning fantasies often did before he falls back into a laying position, grabbing his Shinigami uniform which lay sprawled about at his bedside. He begins dressing on his back starting at the legs and working up ending with his white veil. Strolling across the tent to wicker tables he had been using as makeshift counters he retrieves a crude looking metal pot and spoon. A large ceramic jar rests next to the two cooking instruments filled with some unknown tea the Lieutenant had received from an elderly traveler on the convoys way out this far. Using the large spoon he digs out a few scoops into the metal pot and makes his way towards the exit of his tent. Blessed would be the day that they got better equipment and amenities. The Veiled Restoration Specialist approaches the large bonfire in the center of camp, the primary social area of “Camp A”, which had on one side multiple metal grill racks over the fire which he then places his pot atop. He stares a moment at the deep gray and billowing smoke stacks rising from the enormous fire they had built before one of his subordinates breaks his attention. “Oh!” He says in a cheerful manner as he too approaches the grill racks, “Good Morning Lieutenant.” He greets his superior officer. Yuroshima looks back to him and offers a smile back with his eyes, “Good morning Anton.” He replies to one of his lower level healers before attempting small talk, “How goes living the camp life?” To this the subordinate shrugs, placing a pot of his own atop the rack next to the Lieutenants but in place of tea his contained coffee, “About as good as camp living in this way can be I suppose.” He begins, “It hasn’t been so bad though, aside from the recent increase of patients wandering in.” Anton finishes, turning his attention from the coffee to the Restoration Corps Commander who then replies, “Indeed, although the increase is a good thing considering that there hasn’t been an increase in cause see? Which then only leaves an increase in trust and I’ve heard similar reports from the other camps luckily.” This causes Anton to smile, reinstating in him that the work they were doing out here was indeed important.. and he once again felt pride in the fact that they were the only ones doing it despite being so tired fatigued. “That is good news.” He says, “Would you want any of my coffee?” he waves his hand over the direction of his boiling brew to which the Lieutenant politely refuses, “No no…Thank you though.” He states, “I don’t like Coffee very much.” He pauses a moment taking in the rich aroma which was always accompanied by memories of childhood, “I do love the smell of it though….hmm you know maybe I will try some again who knows maybe I like it now...” He redeems. Bojuma lays flat on his back on a cot with an overstuffed mattress like bed part, staring at the grayish white canvas roof above him. He was hooked up to an IV to keep his fluids in circulation as he had not been eating or drinking much due to depression beginning to set in over the loss of his limb.. he truly felt low and defeated. To the side of the cot was a desk lit by lantern, at it sat one of the lower seated healers of Division four reading over the small amount of paper work before the important arrival of today. All was quiet save for the scratch like dragging sound of the healer writing at the “desk” until the Lieutenant walked in. Bojmas attention snaps to him as the gentle intoxicating feeling of comfort emits into the room from his presence. Yuroshima is holding two tin mugs around waist level before lifting one up to his veil and taking in its aroma. He sets the other tin down on top of a supplies cabinet and takes a sip of the first under the front cloth of his Veil. Quickly he shakes his head in disproval, “Oh yeah no….thats awful.” He says out loud to himself, “Alllhk.” He looks to his subordinate, “JJ, will you please drink this coffee? I don’t want to waste it.” To this the healer smiles, “Of course Lieutenant,” He replies, standing quickly and retrieving the mug from his superiors hand. Yuroshima then glances to the injured party who lay in the center of the small one patient tent, “How are you feeling today?” The Restoration Corps Commander asks him. “How dare you ask me that,or even address me. ..Shinigami dog…” He says back in a rasped half whisper, “You’ve ruined my life..” His sad eyes coast downward to the stump that was once his leg. “You ruined your own life, you didn’t need to join a militant group comprised mostly of killers and thieves, and above all else you didn’t need to join one that hurt the surrounding communities rather than helped them.” Yuro replies, “You knew the possible consequences both good and bad.” He continues, now pulling a chair up close to the cot. “But I’m going to give you your former life back.” This statement causes a brief glimmer of hope to flash across the Bandits eyes as he slowly resituates his attention on the Division Four Lieutenant. “What do you mean?” He asks, a hint of doubt laced in his voice, “Im going to use your injury to help me learn higher Kaido, to help me learn to regenerate limbs.” Both the bandit and even the officer in the room, “JJ”, look to him in shock. “Reattaching was one thing, but to attempt and pioneer a Kaido technique itself in pure regeneration…” The lower ranked healer thinks to himself. With no more words offered the Lieutenant retrieves a large scroll from the cabinet in the tent that he had placed there the day before and begins to read and study its contents. The studying was now underway. Many hours later. A Shinigami whose face had been obscured by a black scarf like cloth which had been wrapped around the entirety of his head leaving an open space across the eyes, makes his way quickly to the tent he had been told the Lieutenant would be residing in. The sun was soon to set and he had already been gone a couple days longer than what would be considered necessary for such a simple task as relaying messages. He was the Shinigami Yuroshima had selected to also lose his identity, they had arranged for his official record to read that he had been killed in a bandit raid early in the expansion process of the camps. Yuroshima had gotten the idea after the war when he himself wore the black veil to keep his presence and actions on the battlefield more secret. And now this nameless former officer performed many errands and tasks of varying difficulty for the fast rising political star of the districts. He approaches the entrance of the tent and lets himself in. He enters to find the usual scene of Yuro studying some kind of manuscript or paperwork and an assistant hard at work on some sort of administrative duty. JJ looks to black veiled Shinigami who returns his gaze, “Excuse us.” He says sternly. To this the officer stands, bows to both ad hastily exits, leaving the nameless two to converse. “You’ve been gone a while, I was beginning to wonder.” Yuroshima begins. “Apologies Lieutenant.” The Veiled Officer replies, “I had to sneak around a couple small migratory groups between here and the district. Nothing eye raising, just your usual nomadic band of thugs.. nothing to worry about for the transition.” He begins to remember in more detail his meeting with the elder of the next district they would move into. “However, the transition itself may be a little more complicated now..” He voice falters slightly at the end and Yuro’s sharp gray eyes narrow, “What do you mean complicated.” He asks. “The Elder Zarrow apparently only nodded and smiled during our last meeting here in camp when you had discussed terms with him, because this time around he told me that certain terms were too much to ask and was acting like he was going to back out of the agreement and possibly protest or attempt to halt our expansion into his parts.” The Restoration Specialist nods slowly and thoughtfully, “Indeed.” He states. “I’ll have to talk with him myself to be sure, but it sounds like he’s going to accept our end of the deal and enjoy our service of removing the Bandit armies plaguing his village, but not hold up his end and allow us expansion into his district.. probably feeling that as Shinigami we won’t act. Against Rukognai residence” To this the one donning the black veil nods, “What do we do then sir.” He asks. “I will meet with him in his district, he has one more chance…if he doesn’t take advantage of it, I’ll assign you further orders..” WC - 1831
  2. Part 1 - The Seekers of the Lords to Come “Divided were they of the original tribes and houses of the Children of Bounts, divided and so weakened in the contest of power with our sibling races. Aye, and war they waged with The Death Gods..The Children of Shinigami, The failures..The Children of Men and The Hollow Demons.. The Children of Night.” The Soft, Quaint but strong voice of Chandra D’Angelo the Demi Priest sweetly echoes through the dark stone chamber, illuminated by strange floating red orbs which offered a soft maroon light to permeate across the room and the congregation which stood in a circle around the Demi Priest and one other Coven member who rested on his knees before them, head down and eyes closed as the ancient and mystical record of their people is read to him. At last Chandra reaches the final reading for the ritual to come. “Unique is your soul Oh Bout, favored by he who dwells behind the fabric and so exempt are ye from the dark death which awaits the Children of Men and Shinigami… aye, exempt are ye from the devolution of the Children of Night. Walk ye ever in the path of light oh Bount, drinking not from the cup of death unless thou will it so, or unless destroyed by one of those who you are in contest with. Know then your life to be sacred Child of the Bount, offered tools by the Watcher beyond the Fabric to preserve thee, offered powerful servants are we, from beyond the murky nether connecting us to the other planes.” A man wearing an almost impossibly black cloak steps forth from the circle, holding in his hands a very clearly ancient text with odd Germanic writings on the cover. He approaches the Demi Priest as he reads and stands before the Coven member who was on his knees. “Take ye then the wisdom, take ye the power… take ye that which has been gifted by right of your heritage, by he who dwells behind the fabric.” Chandra closes the thick book with a deep thud revealing the cover, “The Testament of the Lord to Come.” As the text closes, the congregation lets off a simultaneous chant like sound and the room is then cast into utter silence. “Raise your head oh child.” The cloaked man’s voice cracks against the quiet, sending an auric echoe throughout the chamber, throughout the surrounding halls even. The Coven member, who was now in the actual ritual portion of this milestone in his spiritual journey then lifts his head to look upon his Master of Masters. Between he and the Demi priest is a circle carved into the cold stone ground, etched into the center is the bount crest, it is surrounded by unlit candles. “Kah !” The Cloaked man cries out, stretching his arm forth, the red orbs which floated in the room dim and then fade away completely submerging the chamber in a pool of ink black. “Walk I not the path of darkness.” The initiate speaks into the void while pulling from his pocket, a tool of flint and steel which he then uses to light the candles around the circle thus restoring a soft hue of light to the room. The Claoked one hands him the old book and the Bount on his knees takes it slowly, Chandra takes a few steps back. “Begin.” The command comes from the cloaked Bount and is received by the young one before him. The surrounding congregation, elated with joy for their ascending brother, begin a continuous chant “Ohhhhhhmmm.” They carry out over and over again, holding the sound as long as they could. The young man opens the book, flipping to the pages that describe the ritual and its mighty incantation, “Oh great power!” He reads, “In the name of my tribe…graced with life eternal I now ask you for a way to personify your power, you who watches from beyond the beyond.” The flames of the candle begin to grow as a metallic feeling of energy forms with in the room, around those practitioners of the dark arts. “Awaken!” He continues, “Awaken and give your birth cry from the crimson fire! If you do this, I shall offer you my life energy, as a token of my hearts integrity!” The flames begin to intensify in brightness, a few of the congregation must shield their eyes, but Chandra, and the few other of his “siblings” merely look on their brother Bount realizing the glory of their people, look on until the tears form in their eyes. The initiate continues his reading of the sacred incantation, “At this moment, our hearts stretch across planes and welcome the moment when we may become one…Zeige..Mine Doll!” And with that last bit shouted with all his will and might, the candle flames rise in size multiple feet tall and wide, turning a painfully bright green color and enveloping the entirety of the room then slowly fading away. The congregation, priest and robed one alike look on in the darkness which has returned to the room, until a sound liken to stone grinding upon stone wrenches out above them and bright white light floods down onto them, the “lid” of the chamber had been lifted by the crowd of cultists awaiting outside the chamber in the even larger room enclosing it, it was operated by a mechanism which allowed it to slide back and forth. The light bathes the initiate, and the strange small metal bat like creature now clutched in his arms, he had realized his doll. The Glossy green eyes of Chandra look upon the creature with desire and envy, then back to the cloaked one, the master of masters, holding a look and feeling of plea. Congratulatory cheers shower the trio and congregation before the lord of the covenant, the Master of Masters, Lord Hateus begins to stroll up the stairs carved into the rock wall siding of the chamber submerged in the ground. Once all have exited the chamber, the circular lid like top slowly shifts back into place and it appears to be a flat ground yet again, in the basement of their mansion. Multiple higher level Bounts, some of them priests, flood around he who had passed the ritual offering to them, their respect, advice and excitement for the new portion of his journey to come but all in vein, such things could only be discovered by the initiate himself in time. Lord Hateus Oscrin however had exited the basement directly after emerging from the chamber, he now found himself rounding a corner in the fourth floor of the fortress they called home. What they called a mansion, was really a large and fortified castle housing many of the members of their organization. The Covenant Lords attention is pulled by the hard footsteps rounding the corner he had just passed behind him. He didn’t need to look, he already knew and felt that it was Chandra, having heard those footsteps since they had made their first. “Lord oscrin!” The boy calls after his Master of Masters he halts his advance but does no turn for he had already known what the child was going to inquire about. “I’ve said it once and I shall say it a hundred times more young D’Angelo….no” Hateus replies amusedly. “My Lord please.” Chandra objects, “No, I’m afraid you are not ready yet.” The Master of Masters cuts him off. “How am I not?” The younger Bount challenges him, “My spirit energy is far greater than that of the initiates today, and this was the 5th time I’ve stood in as acting priest for that exact ritual, I ask of you oh great master, allow me to manifest my doll.” To this the robed one merely sighs, “Your capability has nothing to do with it young apostle, it’s the fact that you are still growing.” He explains gently, “It isn’t healthy for a bount to manifest their doll before reaching the point that they cease aging. Once your body and spirit reaches the point of its own personal maturation I assure you the first thing we will do is summon your doll.” Disappointed, Chandra nods in response before turning on his heel and preparing to go about the rest of his day. The Master of Masters watches him leave, feeling no need to call to him in warning of the tragedies that could befall him secretly disobeying for he knew Chandra would never disregard his council in any way. He would never say it for fear of negative consequence in regards to the other Apostles, but Chandra was indeed his favorite, in times he even wondered if the boy possessed that natural greatness that would one day lead their people back out of the dark and assert themselves atop the cosmic throne where they rightfully belonged. The Ageless Sanctum was the large three story room of their posh fortress where books from all generations of their tribe had been collected and stored so that those to come after would not have to start anew time and time again. In that room was the combination of all spiritual knowledge and ancient wisdom of their people, and so by its pure nature alone any who were serious and fully enveloped in their customs and traditions would spend most of their time in the Sanctum and this included Chandra as well as many of the other apostles such as Dorian who was making his way towards the D’Angelo Apostle from across the room. Chandra reads exerts from a journal that had been written by a former profit dating back nearly two centuries, “And a dark and dreadful place it is.” The young Bount murmurs to himself moving a strand of his dark wine red hair away from the book as it had begun to obscure the exact sentences he had reached, “The Realm of the Children of Night, boundless desert in all directions, infinite space truly and with infinite space comes infinite variations of the horrid creatures that dwell here…The Children of Night. Seen I have , variations of the Hollow Demons which command more power than even our wisest of Masters could have expected, some so potent that even I myself the Master of Masters of the third generation, and the prophets who have accompanied me in my travels could not come near them for fear of their immense and twisted spirit energy crushing our bodies.” This passage specifically piques the Apostles interest, as did any firsthand account of the other planes. “If anything could be described as a god amongst these wretched beings it would be the moon which hangs eternally in their black sky, it is, for the most part, the only source of light within the entire dimension and so the only entity where a spark of the good nature of the divine can be seen. It should be noted as well that one may see this moon from any point in the entirety of the eternal desert, travel I can no distance where it is not fixated in its same spot..watching me always. Unknown it is what affects it’s obvious pull has on those that reside in the deserts below , but to say that there is an affect indeed would be a safe assumption, for those of the Children of Night whom reside here are vastly different in nearly all aspects than those who reside in any of the other planes. Perhaps this has to do with ancestral birthplaces though, perhaps lost children who disconnect from the land of their heritage are doomed to experience such devolution excluding our people of course who by cosmic right are exempt from such unfortunate circumstance.” Suddenly his reading is interrupted, “Greetings Chandra.” Dorian says to his fellow apostle who was only his senior by one year. Chandra looks up from his book to his sibling and smiles to him. “Hello Dorian.” He says warmly, putting the scrap of paper he used as a book mark into the text he was reading before closing it and placing it in the right hand corner of the table. “I just wanted to congratulate you on such a masterful reading during the ceremony today.” Dorian states. Chandra smiles sweetly to the praise he had been offered, “Thank you brother, it’s always an honor to do such work for our tribe.” He replies, a hint of doubt in his voice causing his Sibling to cock his head and raise a brow for truly all of them were able to read each other in deep ways, unseen ways, due to their bond. Chandra can feel the nonverbal question, “I must admit.” He begins his answer, “I wish our Master of Masters would allow me to awaken my doll now, even though it’s so far before my time.” To this Dorian frowns sympathetically and nods, “I understand, and I agree as well for myself.” He confesses, “But no chapter of our tribe has ever possessed a profit wiser than its Master of Masters and our chapter is surely no different. If he restricts or allows, it must have purpose.” He finishes. “Oh I know, and I both agree with and have faith in that, im just saying that it would be nice..” His voice trails off before he offers his “brother” a smile, “Our day will come though.” A few tables away a group of lesser members is gathered for their own studies, a couple of their gazes pan to the two Apostles making conversation. The newest amongst them takes notice of the stares and her curiosity is piqued. “Who are those young men?” She asks. “Two of the 5 current Apostles.” One of the larger men at the table replies. “I’m embarrassed to say.. but I don’t really remember much of the ranks at all.” She admits shyly. “Quite alright.” One of the other bounts at the table offered. “The Apostles.” He continues, “Are those Bounts that upon birth into our tribe.. were judged to have above average Reiatsu to an impressive degree, by simple common sense we assume them to be selected by nature itself to have a better chance of one day becoming the candidate.” She nods in amazement, her gaze now too falling on them, for one of them may one day be the savior of not only their specific tribe… but their people… one of them one day may join heaven and earth as one. Gathered they then did many days later in the Chamber of the Sun, which was the enormous open room which contained nothing but large cushions on its stone ground with tables in intervals containing drinks and snacks such as fruits and breads. From time to time, the masters and students alike of the Followers of the lord to Come for this is where they gathered to discuss the ancient wisdoms of their people, to teach the next generation and to attempt and discover even newer and greater wisdom than the chapters before. The roof of this room was a glass dome coated in thick color of reds oranges and yellows all spilling out in very dim but warm light, the room mostly being dark save for these color splashes slightly illuminating those who sat in the room today. Today the rooms inhabitants consisted of the Master of Masters Lord Hateus, 3 of the five apostles Chandra, Dorian and Artello as well as five regular members of their Coven, 3 born into it two taken in recently and therefore all five were in need of more proper education which was always left to the most advanced in knowledge of their tribe for that is what their custom dictated. All in the room partook in conversations of their teachings with one another, circulating amongst themselves whilst lounging about on the bounty of soft cushions. “Oh Master of Masters.” A student inquires to Hateus who had Chandra sitting by his side as well, the student begins the conversation with a question he had thought deeply on before coming, “Why is it that the children of men are considered the failures of our siblings? Do we not share this realm with them? And are their societies and growth not impressive in its own right?” The Lord of Lords, pervading over the knowledge of all in his Coven and so bearing the utmost in spiritual responsibility always took as many moments as needed to formulate his answers to perfect phrasing and subject. “I say to you my devotee, that all of creation is subject to that ultimate reality, the Dweller Behind the Fabric. All things which are…are by right descendant of this, and therefore manifested by its will. No being which can claim properly.. a mode of existence can deny such a thing, for even the soul king himself is the manifestation of that level of power and consciousness from the Dweller behind the ancient Fabric. Wise is he who comes to terms with the understanding that all is bodies with in bodies, for just as your bodies are comprised of cells which make up organs and centers of function for your being.. so to do the land, sea, elements and living beings of this planet earth make up its body mind and soul, and so to is this planet merely a cell with in the larger organism of the Solar system which is comprised of the planets and their consciousness…headed by the god star. And solar system is surely a part in a larger organism which is the galaxy and this continues on into universes and finally the organism which is the dimension itself and is the totality of all combined functions in all bodies minds and souls of our reality.” The Master of Masters pauses a moment allowing the student to think on these words, before continuing, “The Soul king is then that which pervades over all the dimensions.. I tell you oh Student.. the Soul king is the totality of the bodies, minds, and souls of The dimensions of The Children of Men, The Children of Night and The Children of Shinigami. These dimensions are the sacred lands of the Sibling races, those life forms gifted with the unrepayable gift of self aware consciousness. Know my children then that the Dimension is the next body down in the chain below the Soul King and that each Dimension seeks supremacy in the struggle of existence.. aye.. each dimension seeks to take that mighty throne creating then from its will to do so, the lesser bodies. this sacred objective passed from body to body... aye birthed from the will of our dimensions are we.. the Sibling Races, tasked with fulfilling this ancient mission existing outside of time itself.. blessed with the cursed task of forming a candidate to ascend and rest the throne of All. Failures then the Children of Men are, for they have halted in their journey of spiritual growth, over taken by the distractions and illusions of their dimension they have proven an unfit candidate, exist there do few sub races amongst them with a spark of the divine.. and by extent powers of a spiritual nature but by majority part, they have dropped out of the race for this cycle.” The student breathes in and exhales thoughtfully, “Why then Master, are The Children of Bounts those chosen to take the throne of the Soul King? Why do we not possess an ancestral dimension which is sacred to our tribes and are we not merely one of those human sub races you speak of?” His questions were not meant in an antagonizing or even doubtful way, this was just the natural discourse of these sessions. The Lord of Lords amongst Bounts turns to Chandra expression indicative that he would like to hear the young pupils answer instead. “The Children of Bounts are the most favored by the Dweller for the next candidate by pure reason alone.” He begins. “Mistake not our place amongst the chain for we are birthed of this dimension. For our creation is of the two part will of both our dimension, and the Dweller who seeks the cycle rebirth derived from the shifting of one Soul King to another. Know then student, that the will of the Dweller is the combined will of all existence and Logi, and so by fact that our creation spanned over multiple dimensions of which we have inherited traits from the Sibling Race of each, we were formed by the Will of the Dweller behind the fabric. And by the ever stretching will of the dimension we are in now the entirety of our race now resides here, for called were we by its ancient tidal pull from the great order in the time before. Aye, sent were we to replace the Children of Men who have failed in their stead. Know then oh Student, the Children of Bounts are the true champions of this dimension, its true inheritors and the true airs to the mighty throne of All.” Hateus smiles to this response, pleased. He says nothing but merely nods to the student who slouches back further and rests his eyes.. thinking on the words he had just heard. The Master of Masters smiles to Chandra, arguably his favorite of all the Apostles and although he would not admit it to the boy for fear of ego sabotage, felt him strongly to be the one who would succeed him one day. For no other Apostle, or really any Bount his age possessed the wealth of Spiritual energy that he did.. none but Artello. The Lord of the Coven frowns slightly with the introduction of that name to his train of thought. While he loved Artello as a son as well, he feared his intense ambition and inability to control his emotions. Artellos power was currently perhaps the only power of their generation which could rival Chandras in the future. “Surely one day, their opposite but equal forces shall clash when the time comes to decide who will lead our Tribe into the next era… and may the Dweller be with you both..” He thinks leaning back onto his cushion and taking a rest from the discussions for a moment to collect his thoughts.. WC - 3,715
  3. The fighting ensued very shortly after the units had gotten into position. San was an aggressive and fast leader and Yuro’s forces met with them with great ferocity attempting to play their angles and positions as best they could to ward off the siege. There were many circumstances when ones plan must change and this was no strange concept to the Lieutenant who was well versed in the art of improvisation. He had misjudged his fellow Vice Captain and anticipated that he would adopt a more stealth based role, that was his mistake and so he attunes his strategy to the spirit of “Ken No Sen” and leaves his hiding spot with in the building, rushing from the bedroom and out through the balcony he uses Shunpo to bypass the skirmish of lower level shinigami for he had business fighting only one other on the field. The keen gray eyes of the Restoration Corps Commander lock onto the Division 7 Lieutenant who was making quick work of a couple of the officers stationed below. He had not yet released the Kyakko which concealed him and remained perched on the balcony before leaping into the air at a slight angle to begin moving in the direction of the Lieutenant, Yuroshima then lifts his arm aiming hid index and middle finger at San before uttering the phrase quietly, “Hado 4, Byakurai..” evoking the stream of blue lighting to slice towards the back of his opponents left shoulder. WC - 245 OOC – Attack used Byakurai, less than my stamina , no tax In the interest of time we decided to suspend the NPC portion of the match , all WC in this post and every post after will be towards LP. We still like the system we made time is just hectic rn for everyone and so we will use it for something else in the future. Stats - Reiatsu - 119k Speed - 130 Power - 157 ( Str / Reir - 118 ) Perception -134 Stamina - 132 Throwing / Reiar Attack Speed - 120
  4. NPC - Chanchella sees the smoke begin to surround her and smiles thoughtfully, for indeed it had begun. She wastes no time, her family had always naturally possessed the finely tuned skills of the warrior but she had honed them even further in the academy and would now demonstrate her might. Her rabbit like reflexes spike the moment the voices shout the Bakudo spell and she watches the red orbs move towards her cover. She waits until the moment they touch the ground and begin expanding outward before leaping with great strength at a backward angle moving towards the Saloon. She waits just a split moment so that any rushing the carts that had just been smoked would undoubtedly be in the area before lifting her palm, “Hado 33 Sokatsui!” She bellows as the massive wave of bright blue energy crashes down towards and then onto the area of carts with the aggression of a tidal wave. NPC - She continues on backward landing on the very edge of the roof of the Saloon before glancing to her right to see a singular combatant flying towards the Balcony, she had not yet seen the two on the edge preparing to snipe but they had seen her, she then hears the thud of some oen landing on the roof but sees no one.. was he cloaked?. Officer Yatsuri pops up as quickly as he can, employing his Shunpo to force his upper body up at max speed, “Hado 31 Shakkaho!” He shouts harshly only feet away from Kale he lets loose the explosive spell. Officer Kotatsu instead falls back slightly standing by the exit prepared to fire a spell of her own if need be but also keeping sharp for any other threats that may be preparing to spring. Chanchella then moves herself to the edge of the roof which over looked the balcony and begins rapidly glancing in all directions around her wandering if she had just heard things but staying sharp none the less.. NPC - Meanwhile right before the commotion breaks out Ryu attention is jerked to the left by two voices shouting, “Bakudo 21!” He instantly begins rushing towards [M], “Freidrich!” He shouts, about to propose that they rush, “No!” The more experienced of the two shouts, “Follow the” He is cut off by a loud crashing sound as the cart Ryu has just ran from is struck with horrific strength and sent flying into a rock much farther back behind them [N], leaving a trench like line in the dry ground it had been drug through. There stood the Lieutenant himself San Salvatore. The two stare at him a moment unsure of what to do, “Fire!” Freidrich yells to Iman, knowing his inexperience and immaturity would cause him to act instantly and would allow the lower seated officer to carry out a maneuver his own. Immediately iman falls to his knee, “Hado 32! Okasen!” He shouts firing the bright red destructive kido towards the higher classed Shinigami. Freidrich then takes a stride backward, “Bakudo 11..” He states preparing to fire the bakudo but holding the energy in his form preparing to release it based on the Lieutenants reaction to the kido fired at him, continuously backing up however towards the Saloon. WC – 545 NPC Locations, Roof , balcony, around [M] , and the inside locations are the same. [C] and [D] possibly destroyed, known after your reply.
  5. NPC* Graceful and powerful, Chanchella had always viewed herself as the most able combatant on any team she had ever been placed in and this situation would be no different, of that she was sure. A moment of hyperawareness strikes her as she begins to inspect the position of her cover relative to the brush and bushes spilling out before the tree line of forest, both of which were too thick for her keen eyes to properly scan. The seated officer glances over the right side of the destroyed body of the side capped wagon that made up her cover and sees nothing for moment before a burst of movement flashes outward and sends the alarms off in her mind, she is about to lift her arm to fire kido before a white rabbit hops from a small shrub and begins to dart across the training field. Exhaling sharply she slips back behind her cover in full looking then to the balcony which seemed to have a blind spot to its left.. a blind spot she could easily compensate and so she quickly dashes from her cover to the large box like rock next to her wagon. She moves to the outer left side of rock [C] and prepares herself to fire kido and make up for anything the balcony over watch may miss. NPC* During these actions Frederic and Ryu prepare themselves for the oncoming conflict as well, Fredric battling to keep his focus at the forefront of his mind and his overpowering boredom towards the back while Ryu at the cover closer to the bush line than his elder fought to remain calm. Closing his eyes a moment he attempts and succeeds at centering himself, he had rose through the ranks by spirit energy and test efficiency alone and had rarely seen combat in even a training setting such as this, he did not want to disappoint either of the Lieutenants. NPC* Officer Yatsuri remains alert and determined, he had always been second guessed by his allies his entire life and he saw coming out to these forests, to these camps, as an opportunity to reinvent his reputation and had taken his selected participation in this exercise as a chance to start that process correctly. Beside him stood Kazeyomi Kotatsu with the reputation of her family to uphold for the Kotatsu name had always produced exceptional shinigami but none to date had scaled the heights of spiritual prowess as her grandfather Shukuro Kotatsu had, and she hoped to one day change this. She too stands alert, waiting and ready to provide cove fire for her warrior allies on the ground, the plan had been discussed to them before they had been sent to their positions and while it was risky Kazeyomi trusted anyone who had been taught by her grandfather as the nameless Lieutenant once was. WC - 478, wc above this counted OOC - NPC locations -, [C], [M], [L], Balcony - {w} , {X}
  6. After Selecting 6 of the lower officers each both acting Commanders in the training exercise to come then go to their troops, those remaining were handled and escorted around by the Division 4 healers who would show them to temporary tents for some and stationary tents for others as the force had yet to be divided up amongst the territories. Yuroshima approaches the sextet before him, strong sturdy Division 7 Warriors eager to climb in prowess and prove themselves to the higher ups like he and Vice Captain Salvatore. “Well I doubt we could meet and get to know one another under better circumstances than this.” The Veiled lieutenant begins, “We are about to participate in a basic offense and defense style training exercise where you and I will attempt to hold ground against Vice Captain San and his.” He finishes before remembering one important thing, “Hold on, let me grab something from my tent.”, after retrieving the unknown object he takes off.. leading the men into the dense wilderness around the edges of the camp they had been so fortunate to find a large clearing for. Time passes as they push through the thick knee and waste high brush and shrubbery for Yuro saw no point in using up physical or spiritual energy to get to a location that was no more than a 15-20 minute walk away, in the ruins of failed Shanty town which had sprung up not long after the catastrophe. At last the reach what will be the grounds of their training, a dirt patted clearing dotted with bushes, rock and upturned cargo wagons. The graveyard of obstructions rests before a large groaning Saloon with two stories, a balcony hanging over the front entrance. As the defending team they had a little time to set up before everything came to fruition and so Yuroshima began preparing, His deep gray eyes scan over the wagon parts and Saloon itself with enthusiasm, he had told everyone before departing from San and the others that his camp would be sufficient enough to heal any cuts or deeper gashes by the end of the day and so to more fight one another without intent to kill, this was to avoid softening the exercise and using Kendo weapons. Academy level kido had also been permitted. The Veiled Restoration Specialist leads his team to the Saloons entrance stairs which held to a porch and finally the large swinging double doors any classic bar designed as such should have. “When I point to you speak your name once more for me.” Yuroshima states, never having been a one to be good at remembering people’s names. One by one he points to them, “Ryu Ikoja”, who kept his uniform sleeveless and his hair tied back. “Yamura Kogayashi.” Who was much older and sported a U shaped hair cut from the onset of balding. “Chanchella Misturugi.” A tall woman with a shaved head and muscular form chants to the commander confidentially. “Iman Yatsuri.” Was a young man with short blonde hair and glasses. “Kazeyomi Kotatsu.” A Shorter Woman with raven black hair and lavender eyes sings out, “Any relation to Shukuro Kotatsu?” Yuroshima asks in regards to his former teacher from the academy. “Yes sir, he is my grandfather.” She states proudly, “He was my former academy teacher and truly a great shinigami.” Her Commander assures her, evoking a smile in response, before pointing to the last, a middle aged gentlemen who kept his long maroon hair tied up in a massive bun with a gold shimmering bow. “Friedrich Kestlemen.” He states dryly. Yuro had decided to not include Jim on the exercise for obvious reasons. [NPC] Having relearned their names, the Lieutenant then begins formulating his plan, forming three groups he sends Ryu, Chanchella and Friederich to the front as they were the largest and strongest and so the best suited for frontlines combat. Chanchella crouching behind the remains of Wagon [D], Freidrich behind Rock [M] and Ryu crouches behind the over turned Wagon [L]. [NPC] To the balcony he sends Iman Kazeyomi as they were less experienced at melee style combat but stated they were proficient in their kido and so could provide sniper fire of sorts, they stood by the railing to look out for enemies but would alternate to the tables behind them if need be. [Yuro/NPC] Laslty he looks to Yamura, “I have a special role for you, come with me.” He explains as they enter the Saloon. The White Veiled Shinigami stands at the foot of the staircase, all that need be done now was play the waiting game. WC - 771
  7. Elder Zarrow sits across from the Lieutenant in the “front yard” of the large white canvas tent that had been his living quarters for the past many months, a cup of tea in each of the twos hand, Yuro had taken two of the wicker chairs from inside and brought them out so he and Zarrow would be able to sit more comfortably in the sun. The District Elders presence in the camp was significant not only for the fact that it was indicative of his own intention to keep his word, but for the specific timing of the day that the Lieutenant had synchronized in such a way on purpose, indeed today would be his first step in forming that group which he knew to be necessary to form in the strange tides of the wave he had been making. It was recently that one of the many Bandit armies forming had managed to dig its ideology deep enough into the youth of Zarrows community, The District 48..among one of the territories in Rukognai which had kept its “District Name.” The Elder was unsure of what to do, similar to Mayor Keyante’s predicament and so Yuroshima had struck the deal with him that if he took care of their Bandit problem, the Elder must allow an in town camp just as Naghistahd had, it was also recently that Yuroshima had become acquainted with the former 5th seat San Salvatore and from him would receive troop reinforcements, and not too many days had passed before that that he had finished moving the majority of things to Nahgistahd for in the in town camp that rested their marking it as his jurisdiction. Yes, today was the result of perfect timing to bring these three elements together, although Mayor Keyante’s absence was beginning to trouble the Lieutenant as he had invited the Village elder, who had agreed to come, but still has not shown yet and it was soon that San would arrive, or at least this was the date he had specified as a display of his commitment to follow his word. Holding to such a thing would be the exact type of thing to impress the Lieutenant who valued having connections and ties with those souls he felt to be great as well. “So.” Zarrow begins, “Why is it that you’ve brought me out here Lieutenant?” The Elder asks. Yuroshima leans forward in his chair slightly, “Oh come now, surely it’s a delight in itself to spend time with your good friend the Lieutenant?” He offers in a half humorous half singing tone. “Hah!” The Elder laughs back with a hint of sarcasm, “Yeah heh.., a real pleasure..although I have to say I was unaware that we were already actual friends.” He replies in a sny manner. “Learn something new every day right? Cause after what I’ve done for you I’d say we are definitely friends now.” He pauses for a moment, tone becoming slightly more sinister, “In fact I would go as far as to say we are very close friends now, and probably will be for a while.” Elder Zarrow wasn’t like Keyante and some of the other kinder village elders and leaders, he was a spiteful and at times a rather unpleasant man but the Lieutenant knew how to gain his respect and in what way to behave to do so. “So it’s like that is it?” Zarrow retorts, through his many centuries of experience he had entered into all kinds of “deals.”. To this Yuro shrugs, “You made the agreement not me, you had a problem that was far too big to handle and offered us space for an in town camp if I risked the lives of my Subordinates to clear out the threats amounting against you, my half is finished and yours will be fulfilled to.” The Lieutenant takes a sip of his tea before continuing, “I don’t know why you’re being so reserved about it now, you’ve seen how much neighboring districts have prospered.” He looks shrugs, “Don’t forget whos the one benefiting here.” He finishes. “Both of us.” The Elder shoots back sharply, “My people, and your Agenda.” He states causing the Lieutenant to glare back at him a moment, placing a thick tone of malice over that final word. “Isn’t it your duty as Shinigami to clear those threats out anyhow?” The Elder sits back nito his chair farther. “No actually.” Yuroshiam replies, “This is Division 4, our duties don’t even extend out here in any way shape or form. The Squads that are responsible for Rukognai literally do not come out here at all even. I’m the only Shinigami doing anything for the protection and growth of this place because I’ve Made it, my responsibility, but I can’t do it without the support of the people.” Zarrow is unsure of what to say back to that, unable to tell if the Lieutenant was genuine or not but admits to himself that even this could be based in his own inability to accept the times he is wrong. “Even ‘that’ can have a looming secret agenda behind it, for nothing is ever truly selfless.” He thinks to himself, truly a man who had never experienced the nature of Kaido. He instead nods “I apologize Lieutenant, and I will hold up to my end of the deal.” He states for the short term benefit of his peoples over all security and healthcare. Yuroshima takes a sip from his tea cup, “I accept your apology and I thank you.” He looks to his side for a moment, watching a Subordinate briefly carry a freshly cleaned rug into his small quarters tent, “Which brings us to the reason you’re out here, there’s a man visiting me today.. another Shinigami and he is bringing the troop reinforcements I had told you about, some of which will be going back to your district with you.” Zarrow raises an eyebrow, “You trust this man enough to bring him into all of this?” He questions Yuroshima who shakes his head, “Not yet, I trust him as a person and don’t feel him to be a double-crosser or one who would go against so righteous a cause but before I take his presence in the plan any further I will be testing his personal prowess today as well as his ability to lead men.. should he pass my test I will bring him to meet you and a few of the other higher ups.” The lieutenants tone becomes more and more excited, “The days which I have spoken of all this time are nearing.” To this the Elder shifts uncomfortably. “Yeah..” He says with a half resolve and for a moment Yuro questions whether or not he would indeed hold up his end of the deal. A Subordinate jogs up to the two leaders in the midst of conversation, “Sir!” He calls loudly, “Forgive me for interrupting sir! But San Salvatore and the reinforcement troops are approaching the Gate!” The Veiled Restoration Specialist nods, “Quite alright, thank you JJ.” He says in a friendly manner, reshifting his persona from the sharper personality he had to employ to speak with one such as Zarrow. “Lord Elder, I will return in a while either alone or with a General.” The Lieutenant stands eagerly in front of a small crowd of Division 4 healers who were also interested in meeting the new guards watch. Slowly and creakingly the large heavy carts are pulled and San Salvatore is revealed with the small army he had promised. So far San had proven himself in character to the Lieutenant by stating his genuine care for the districts and support of this program, completing the mission he had assigned him some small time ago and now in keeping his word and delivering to the cause, a fresh army. The Lieutenant approaches him briskly. “Please come in, all of you!” He calls to the rabble as he nears San. The gray eyes of the anonymous shinigami sway down to his waist where he sees the Lieutenants badge for the first time. “San it can be said truly that you walk amongst the great men of the Soul Society, congratulations on the Rank.” He states, proud of his comrade for breaking the mold and truly advancing in his career in an undeniably tangible way The two Vice captains stand a moment conversing and catching up as the new guards begin to mingle about with the healers and some of the patients. After an amount of conversation Yuroshima changes the subject, “So ill just be honest with you San, I have something of an offer for you but I can’t make it until I see your combative capability and ability to lead soldiers in battle. I know you completed that mission already but I mean I wish to see personally your style of leadership and prowess on the battlefield.” He pauses, “I’m sure as well the Troops you’ve brought are curious as to how I stack up in those regards as well and so to accomplish this I was wondering if you had the time to commit to a form of training I’ve been trying to formulate out here on abandoned buildings. A mock battle, one side defending, one side assaulting.” WC – 1550 OOC – Note * All WC of this thread is to LP. Coordinating Battles ( Suggestive Mechanic Introduction ) Note * This is to introduce concepts San and I had created for larger scale battles that still followed our stats and rules system. We will be using this system as the platform of our Legend Duel.
  8. After debriefing San as to what had happened on his portion of the mission and learning of the presence of the strange kido based weapons the bandits he encountered possessed Yuro would say his goodbyes and San would then depart to fulfill the troop request. As he leaves a black clad figure, face hidden by a black veil, would silently approach behind the Lieutenant and stand still awaiting orders, “Inform Elder Zarrow that I have rid his district of the rising camps sooner than later after all” He states remembering back to earlier of how he had told the District leader that they shouldn’t worry about that threat quite yet but had viewed Sans arrival as a chance to get that out of the way quickly, and indeed the fifth seat had handled it all in such a proficient manner that the Lieutenant would have an offer for him upon his return.. and return he would. The black veiled Shinigami nods and silently vanishes from sight with the employment of Shunpo, gone off to perform his task. The next morning Yuroshima rose from his “Bed.” Which was simply padding by a chest, in irritation for this was the eighth consecutive day he had woken up due to back pain from lack luster sleep conditions. These were still better than the conditions he had lived in previously to joining the Thirteen Court Guard Squads but he would be lying if he had said he didn’t miss his room and bed, perhaps he could find a way of fashioning a better bed out here? He sits at the edge of the floor padding, staring blankly at the ground a moment while day dreaming of ways to craft a bed from the materials around although most avenues ended up becoming rather silly and unrealistic as his morning fantasies often did before he falls back into a laying position, grabbing his Shinigami uniform which lay sprawled about at his bedside. He begins dressing on his back starting at the legs and working up ending with his white veil. Strolling across the tent to wicker tables he had been using as makeshift counters he retrieves a crude looking metal pot and spoon. A large ceramic jar rests next to the two cooking instruments filled with some unknown tea the Lieutenant had received from an elderly traveler on the convoys way out this far. Using the large spoon he digs out a few scoops into the metal pot and makes his way towards the exit of his tent. The Veiled Restoration Specialist approaches the large bonfire in the center of camp, the primary social area of “Camp A”, which had on one side multiple metal grill racks over the fire which he then places his pot atop. He stares a moment at the deep gray and billowing smoke stacks rising from the enormous fire they had built before one of his subordinates breaks his attention. “Oh!” He says in a cheerful manner as he too approaches the grill racks, “Good Morning Lieutenant.” He greets his superior officer. Yuroshima looks back to him and offers a smile back with his eyes, “Good morning Anton.” He replies to one of his lower level healers before attempting small talk, “How goes living the camp life?” To this the subordinate shrugs, placing a pot of his own atop the rack next to the Lieutenants but in place of tea his contained coffee, “About as good as camp living in this way can be I suppose.” He begins, “It hasn’t been so bad though, aside from the recent increase of patients wandering in.” Anton finishes, turning his attention from the coffee to the Restoration Corps Commander who then replies, “Indeed, although the increase is a good thing considering that there hasn’t been an increase in cause see? Which then only leaves an increase in trust and I’ve heard similar reports from the other camps luckily.” This causes Anton to smile, reinstilling in him that the work they were doing out here was indeed important.. and he once again felt pride in the fact that they were the only ones doing it in place tired fatigue. “That is good news.” He says, “Would you want any of my coffee?” he waves his hand over the direction of his boiling brew to which the Lieutenant politely refuses, “No no…Thank you though.” He states, “I don’t like Coffee very much.” He pauses a moment taking in the rich aroma which was always accompanied by memories of childhood, “I do love the smell of it though….hmm you know maybe...” He redeems. Bojuma lays flat on his back on a cot with an overstuffed mattress like bed part, staring at the grayish white canvas roof above him. He was hooked up to an IV to keep his fluids in circulation as he had not been eating or drinking much due to depression beginning to set in over the loss of his limb.. he truly felt low and defeated. To the side of the cot was a desk lit by lantern, at it sat one of the lower seated healers of Division four reading over the small amount of paper work before the important arrival of today. All was quiet save for the scratch like dragging sound of the healer writing at the “desk” until the Lieutenant walked in. Bojmas attention snaps to him as the gentle intoxicating feeling of comfort emits into the room from his presence. Yuroshima is holding two tin mugs around waist level before lifting one up to his veil and taking in its aroma. He sets the other tin down on top of a supplies cabinet and takes a sip of the other under the front cloth of his Veil. Quickly he shakes his head in disproval, “Oh yeah no….thats awful.” He says out loud to himself, “Alllhk.” He looks to his subordinate, “JJ, will you please drink this coffee? I don’t want to waste it.” To this the healer smiles and laughs out his nose, “Of course Lieutenant, I woke up late and didn’t get to brew my own anyhow.” He replies with a smile. Yuroshima then walks to the bedside of the Bandit, “Good morning.” He says in as friendly a tone he could muster. The man’s eyes look up to him, one of the faces involved in that terrible night… in fact he remembered the veil specifically for he had seen him fight four of his comrades while he laid on the ground before losing consciousness. He says nothing to the Restoration specialist. Yuro walks back to the desk and grabs Bojumas specific case files, this would be coupled with the texts and scrolls he had collected in regards to Kaido before he begins reading, “well don’t worry.” He states, “Im going to find a way to get your leg back, you will be guinea pig and I return you will walk yet again one day.” WC, 1,157 OOC – was gonna be a kaido training post but then found out I cant learn those ones till after I become captain, just still posted for WC, that's why last couple paragraphs were so awkward and rushed lol to anyone that may be reading you could skip this post
  9. The gold light dims as Yuroshima finishes healing the wounds of the Bandits they had apprehended ending on the man’s burnt hand from the struggle he had gotten into on the ground. He looks to his subordinates now awaiting his orders, “Izo.” He calls to the squad member that he was the least amount acquainted with. “Yes sir.” The Division 9 solider stands attentively. “You are to stay here with these prisoners until back up comes to take them away. Send your butterfly out.” The lower ranked Shinigami complies, summoning a hell butterfly which he then disperses into the black night to carry the message to one of the four retrieval squads waiting back at a half way mark. Some time had passed since the beginning of the assault and its current moment of conclusion and Yuroshima was feeling slightly uneasy about the bandit who had escaped. In the long run of things it wouldn’t matter because unless they somehow had a warrior capable of combating Captain Class Shinigami as equals there was nothing they could really do in the long run, what made it complicated was the Lieutenants resolve to not end their lives. His Zanpakuto senses these thoughts and thinks to itself how these were still the easy days, for a day would come when Yuroshima would have to conquer enemies with power even greater than his own, with nothing but the sheer force of his will. Yuroshima takes point, leading the remaining members of his squad back into the thick black of the night soaked forests. Steadily they creep along through the brush before returning the tree tops traveling for roughly 2/3 of a mile before the veiled Restoration Specialist notices something strange, as they neared the location of the second camp he could only feel the presence of three individuals and they were dampened in an attempt to hide their spiritual pressure… “Are they.. cloaking?” The Lieutenant asks himself before coming to a slow and graceful stop atop a tree branch 20-30 feet away from the camp. He squints attempting to see basic movement in the camp but only sees the fire roaring between still tents, they hadn’t counted on a shinigamis heightened senses of spiritual presence and Yuro knew all too well what had happened, the one who had escaped had made it here first. He looks over his shoulder to his subordinates, their expressions showing that they had also come to the same realization and were aware that there was likely more than only three people at the second camp which was supposed to be the larger of the two. “Ok, we shou_” Yuro begins before he is cut off by an electric screeching sound followed instantly by a gleaming blue Byakurai which shoots through the thick branch he and Ikenzo had been standing on, narrowly missing Ikenzo but laying a deep cut on his chest and abdomen. The branch is cut in half, Ikenzo falls backward against the body of the tree while blood begins to flow freely from his wound and Yuroshima begins falling to the ground, his body taking multiple hard blows before finally he slams into the patted grass and dirt which formed the hard forest ground. Jim who was on a lower branch to the left leaps to Ikenzos aid as fast as he could, feeling the lieutenant to be in less need of back up than their lower ranked and injured companion. He can waste no time as he can here shuffling below signifying the troops would soon rush the Lieutenant but also another blast of kido was imminent. He dashes forward, grabbing the injured parties collar and leaping with him to the next tree over. Dazed, Yuroshima forces himself to sprawl to his feet, hand instinctively going for his Zanpakuto already. Two bandits burst from the brush in order to attempt at neutralization on the freshly fallen target, one in front of the other weapons drawn. With a now throbbing head ache and a simmering shock like pain in his left shoulder he dashes forth pulling his sheathed Zanpakuto from his sash and uses that motion to get his hilt behind the first enemy, increasing the arc swing of his arm unsheathing and then forcing the man behind him as he side steps past immediately swinging his arm back in the opposite direction and landing a sound strike across the face of the surprised second attacker who then stumbles hastily backward and lands on the seat of his pants. Yuroshimas reaction time however had been affected by the jarring nature of his fall, focusing on the head ache for a moment to long he had stopped the constant fluidity of his motions and did not finish with spinning around to block the attack he knew would be incoming. Hearing the man cry out as one does before a strike and feeling his now unsurpassed energy turn ominous the lieutenant knows he will be struck from behind but has not set himself up well enough to block. Improving he quickly dashes to the side, missing what had fortunately been an overhead swing. The Restoration specialist pivots on his heel into a half spin attempting to strike the second assailant with another arced swing but the man jumps backward and dashes forth once again this time swinging upward and at a diagonal. Quickly Yuroshima acts by gripping the hilt of his sheathed weapon and placing the sheathe section on the outside of his left arm, falling to one knee he blocks the strike with his body weight as if the man had struck a solid wall. Still gripping the hilt with his right hand he then grips the sheathe with his left and shifts his weight forward taking a crouched step and delivering a battering ram style blow angled slightly upward into the attackers solar plexus, this bandit to stumbles back. Turning around hastily to check on the status of the other attacker he finds the previously stunned enemy to actually already be in mid swing. He was so silent and spiritual energy concealed so well the attack had escaped the senses of the trained Shinigami who attempts to keep his motion going whilst back up but is not quite quick enough and receives a decent cut down his left bicep, He takes another short leap backwards as two more men make their way out of the brush,.. Meanwhile, Jim lands into the neighboring tree clutching the uniform of Ikenzo who was attempting not to go into shock from the suddenness of it all. Ikenzo was one of the greatest healers in all of the Corps and had no problem dealing with the blood and gore of others, but when such a thing came from his own body he found it difficult to keep even slight composure. This was made obvious to Jim upon seeing the frozen look of terror on his face, expression unchanging in the slightest.. not even blinking. Jim himself was having difficulty coming to grips with the surprise attack, the first battle of what would come to be known as the shadow wars or secret crusades had left him with irrational inner fear and small PTSD like symptoms during a near death experience. Controlled combat had been easier for him lately but a sneak attack such as this…. “Their truly is no controlled combat..” He admits to himself but instantly regrets it for such a thought begins to well the anxiety in his stomach up even worse. But this attitude must be either cut short or inflamed by the immediate rushing of the remaining forces to kill he and Ikenzo. He can hear their crunching foot steps against the grass and twigs and pinecones below. Another blue streaking Bykaurai is fired from almost directly below them soaring through the trees branches but missing their own, pushing past Jim with great force and tearing a section of his sleeve before moving into the sky above. He looks to his injured comrade, this man was no friend to him not like Yuroshima and he saw no way to remove him from the tree without them instantly being rushed and forced into combat that would be more difficult with a dead weight. Jim knew he had to leave the healer but was unable to commit to such a decision. He respected Yuroshima a great deal and knew what such an action would signify to the Lieutenant of Jims true character. Yuroshima was one who spent every small parentage of his energy to efficiency and the well being of those involved in his campaigns. Jim wonders for a moment what the fact that the thought of abandoning the man actually said for his character in reality… so often did people want to be the great caring and strong leader but so few answered the call. “That ends now..” He states swallowing down his fear hard as he feels another kido spooling up below. He aims his palm downward. “Hado 33!” He cries, “Shakkaho!” An explosion of red light bursts from his hand and shoots downward leaving a crimson tracer before exploding in fantastic color against the black of night on the ground below. Two of the three bandits below dodged in time but one began hysterically wailing out in pain. The first step in his plan was to keep them from rushing the tree so he could think of an actual plan. He gains the best balance he could and holds a wide and strong stance before hoisting Ikenzo up and slinging him over his shoulder and leaping out the backward direction of the tree, gently but quickly floating to the ground. The kido blast he fired had caused a small fire to begin collecting around the base of the tree and prevented the other two, who were preoccupied with moving their friend from the battlefield. Jim rests Ikenzo against another tree and turns around promptly, attempting to calm himself mentally he rushes toward the orange orb of light resting before the tree he had just left, intending to finish the last two adversaries himself. “I’m an officer of the ninth division..” He mutters, gripping the handle of his blade tighter as he makes his way closer t what would surely be his next battlefield. “I wont be bested by a mere soul who learned a kido spell..” He emerges from behind the tree, the two men hovered over there friend performing frantic motions as one calls out to him, “Hang in there Bojuma!”, their arms and portions of their upper clothing soaked in blood dark enough to match the night around. The one who had been dressed slightly different and more privileged than the others, the one who fired the Kido spell slowly stands, locking eyes with the Bandana Clad Shinigami. Clearly he was the stronger of the remaining two and so would face off against Jim while his only able bodied back up tended to their injured party. “Why is your uniform different?” Jim calls to the man, his attire putting him in mind of the general they had fought against during one of their earlier missions out in Rukognai. “This uniform is a response.” He replies, drawing his weapon as well, flourishing it about in a twirl encircling his hand to attempt and hint at his prowess with his straight sword. “Birthed from the desire to give the Shinigami the message that we no longer need or want them.” To this Jim merely Shakes his head, “No.” he states, “Many districts are accepting the Aid from my current Commanding officer, and those districts are benefiting tenfold because of it.” He holds his strong warriors stance upon reaching the point of space he desired between he and the man, “Only the Wicked Souls such as yourself… evil but not lost enough to fall to hollowhood…. Wish to send such a message to the Shinigami.” The mans expression turns to one of controlled anger, “You’re the ones evil but not lost enough to become hollows.” He repeats Jims phrasing, “And it’s made you far worse creatures because of it.” The time for talk had concluded as the Bandit began his advance toward the ninth Division officer striking a pose poised for a planned stab the closer he gets. There is silence save for the crackling of the fire slowly getting larger before the burst of aggression from the adversary as he cries out and dashes forward, blade angled downward for an upward swing. Jim remains in his stance and lifts his blade at a slight angle as well, counter to that which his enemy was displaying. Jim swings downward with great strength and the two weapons clang together. Instantly upon strike the bandit removes his blade from the clash and attempts another swing over head. Jim bounces backward and slaps the strike away with the end of his blade, bouncing once more on the balls of his feet before spinning around quickly and landing a solid kick to the mans upper abdomen and lower chest are. The attacker practically runs backward a few paces before charging forth yet again, viciously swinging his blade in a flurry of directions. The two then engage in a pattern of striking and blocking and foot work, each trying to gain a hand over the other, each slowly being weighed down by the weight of battle and the heat of the fire. Which was now making its way up the tree. The Bandit dashes backward and fires Byakurai once more, Jim not expecting such a maneuver is forced to accept the hit, tearing through the fleshy part of his shoulder he falls to his knee briefly before standing up and looking to the man rushing him. Suddenly, something in his mind snaps as if it were but a mere twig. Jim views the man running , illuminated by the orange of the fire, blade held high and his mind’s eye begins to see the events of the first battle of the shadow war. He was right back there for a moment, in the horrid mud and cold of that morning, body so tired from genuine hours of sword based combat and killing that his lungs were burning, and the cold air only made it worse.. but if they stopped they would be killed. He looks over to Yuroshima, cloaked in a different veil during this battle and hiding his spiritual pressure, also only fighting melee so his identity as a high level Shinigami would be unknown. The lieutenant looks back to him, veiled face covered in mud… he sees the look in Yuroshimas eye. He sees the battle still dragging on, clear to the evening, everyone so tired and wounded, lunknig around throwing sloppy wide arced hits attempting to batter the other side to death. Yuroshima genuinely stood atop a mountain of men he and his subordinates, largely the only able bodied warriors left on their side of the battle field, had spent the entirety of the time gathering. Finally though the ranks of men Jim found himself in, as he lead the separate assault, had been broken through. Masses of weaker souls but greater in number begin flooding around them and eventually dog piling him. Jim is stuck and forced beneath so many bodies of the dead and half dead..and even the living attempting to turn him to one of the former. Bodily fluids, mostly blood, spill all over him as he claws and slashes his way from this riotous half standing crowd of intertwining bodies locked in combat. He screams out, his mind no longer bearing the sight of the dead faces with their eyes open as he pushes a man aside and finds an opening, falling over one dead body and onto another, he sees for his first personal time, the Gray glistening eyes of Yuroshima locked onto him.. and holding a look of great fear as he runs towards his comrade. Jim is confused, his mind partially blocking out the seriousness of the situation he and the Lieutenant were in… but that’s when the sword was thrust through his mid section from behind and the brute strength of he who dealt the blow began twist and wrenching and forcing the blade deeper, blood flowing from the officers mouth free as his head was forced down and he was made to look into the eyes of the dead he layed atop.. ready to join them whether he liked it or not… These events dance around in the officer’s mind and his body acts out of pure fear and defense as he charges the man., eyes wide and blade thrown aside. Whoosh! Clang! The sound of battle erupt around the Lieutenant as he maneuvers around using his Na Hashi Zanjustu to its near extent to spin and twirl his Sheathed Zanpakuto around in a series of seemingly random strikes and blocks, systematically and slowly using Bakudo to incapacitate his attackers. Parrying one, side stepping gripping an attackers head to move him and then striking the other.. this form of multi person combat without use of fatal wounds was the essence of his Na Hashi Zanjutsu but being a rather inexperienced Lieutenant despite his accomplishments so far he often found difficulty in maintaining perfectly, the concentration required to keep such a chain of blocks and strikes going indefinitely. After time they were subdue albeit would need healing as would he and his own subordinates. He can still hear Jim locked in his struggle. He turns to see the officer rolling on the ground and trading blows with a bandit, while the other attempted to stop the bleeding from his friend who laid on the ground, his left leg had been blown off, going as far up as the knee but only in certain parts. Jim began yelling out loudly and frequently before lifting the Bandit above his body and slamming him down, then raising his sword above his head as if it were an axe which he was going to finish the man with. “Jim!” The Lieutenant shouts, using his Shunpo to appear before the Ninth division officer and place the palm of his hand against the bottom of the hilt of the raised weapon, then using the other hand to envelope Jim in a geki spell. He then rushes to the bandit whose leg had been blown off before going to Ikenzo considering the Bandit was going to die likely within moments at this point. The lieutenant pulls from the back of his sash, the small talisman like Sai that was Kan’Yo Na Hira. Ikenzo who had been propped against a tree still hears the Lieutenant call out the name of the healing Zanpkauto he had references towards but never seen, and never felt its calming presence so strongly until now realizing that this is where the fable like myths of the Lieutenants peaceful “aura” had come from. Two shimmering gold hands cup around the dying man, and a golden light begins to wash over him. Yuroshima then makes a break towards Ikenzo who had been attempting to heal his own wound and while he was actually able to slow the bleeding enough to remain conscious he wasn’t proficient enough in his Kaido yet to actually heal the wound or even fully stop the bleeding. The Lieutenant kneels next to him, and a shimmering gold light, different than the usual Kaido light for this was the same as Kan’Yo, forms around the Veiled shinigamis hands and soon appears over the injured parties wounds who looks on in amazement, his Zanpakuto genuinely supplemented FOR his Kaido in a complete and total way for even his normal Kaido usage was influenced by her where all his nurture and healing based energy came from. Yuroshima sends out his own Hell Butterfly to summon the last of the collection parties and he Ikenzo and Jim wait together. “I’m sorry Lieutenant.” Jim offers, but Yuroshima rejects his apology, “No Jim.” He begins, “This was my fault, this was my poor call as a leader, my inexperience leading others shouldn’t have to be your problem .” He pauses a moment, “I feel you should take some recovery time once we get back to camp.” To this the ninth division officer nods, “That’s reasonable.” He agrees in a defeated tone derived from his great pride which now felt wounded by his inability to keep cam, something he was unable to understand as “not his fault,” , a trait his anonymous comrade hoped to change. “You won’t get in trouble for the injury to the man’s leg as the circumstances legally filed this incident as a natural and necessary byproduct of battle considering they were rushing to kill you and Ikenzo and you had to stop them.” The lieutenant explains to him before pausing and allowing him a moment to understand everything the Lieutenant was telling him for he still seemed to be in quite a daze from his slight break earlier. “And I know you better than to think you were aiming at him.” He adds sharply. “Oh of course not Lieutenant, I would never knowingly aim my Kido at a rukognai soul, I couldn’t even see them through the dark and the many branches and leaves..” He replies to what he half suspected to be a question. To this the Veiled one nods, “I thought not, that being said though I will do what I can for him.” He states attempting to ease jims conscious although it wasn’t a lie, he was going to keep this Bandit at the medical camps rather than sending him to prisons of the Seireitei in order to use him to practice reforming limbs and progress in his Kaido efficiency. In the meantime of waiting Yuroshima approaches the Bandit who had been dressed differently, bound with his comrades to a particularly thick trunked tree with a Hainawa rope, all but the one whose leg had been blown off…all but “Bojuma”. He stands in front of the differently uniformed combatant who looks back to him with visible anger and disgust, the anonymous Shinigami begins his questioning. “Are you affiliated with Melsara and his forming army?”, The Bandit knew that the Lieutenant already knew that he himself was and so further explains, “I am, the others aren’t.. there was only one of us sent to each group.” He tells yuro, hoping for an ease in the sentence to come later. “Who taught you that Kido?” The Restoration Specialist continues, “One of Melaras himselves Generals, I had been taught the kido cause the Forest Camps wouldn’t be receiving any of the weapons.” “Weapons?” The lieutenant contuse on that strand immediately, “Those I don’t know much about., I swear.” The Bandit states regretfully, “I just know they fire Kido, I don’t think you even have to know the Kido to use them but I really don’t know.” To this Yuroshima nods, that was fine, he was sure he would find out from San soon anyhow. WC – 3,839 OOC – our next post can just be meeting back at the camp, if you want to just walk right up to me so we do.t have to do another intro post each ill just be chilling back at my giant white tent I live at, I’ll be in the front yard waiting for you. EDIT* - damn I forgot about the ( spot saver ) lol
  10. Yuroshima and his friends beat up bad guys together. WC - 9 OOC - the spot saver I forgot
  11. At last the time of night had befallen the medical camp and Yuroshima looked up to the star dotted sky in despair, moving the rest of his expansion into Nahgistahd was already going to prove irritating and tiresome enough without the contribution of a lack of sleep. His men returned from their tents and seemed to have made good use of the little time they had been allotted to prepare. Team Yuro then approaches team San and the Lieutenant himself steps forth handing the officer a copy of the map he had shown him earlier detailing the locations of the camps and lakes, and various environmental vantage points which surrounded both. “The camps aren’t very close, but they also aren’t extremely far either.” The Restoration specialist states. “If for any reason you should need help or back up fire the largest Shakkaho you can manage into the air, I have squads of lower level but more plentiful shinigami that will move to you for back up if need be.” And indeed the camps were a little bit of a distance away, positioned more by District 48 which still went by its “District Name” and rested south of Naghistahd which was formerly District 49. These were the easy days and the veiled one dreaded the soon to come days that they would venture even further out from the Seireitei. Rukognai had changed drastically since the disaster event that shaped the new world. Team Yuro then departed. Yuroshima leads his team which consisted of Jim, Izo and Ikenzo through the waist high tall grass under the ivory spotlight of the moon, they had began departing from San and his squad at an angle some time ago and were now very far apart from them in the field, Sans team beginning to move into the forest to get a better entry point for the lake camps, indeed they were beginning to draw near the lake. Yuroshima’s glossy gray eyes pierce through the darkness in the direction of the 7th Division Officer who now led his subordinates as they drew closer and closer to the lake. “Good luck to you.” Yuroshima mumbles under his breath before refocusing his attention forward. San and his team would move with swiftness, using the forest to close in on the camps along the lake…… Finally exiting the tall grass field which acted as a makeshift border between the districts the four are submerged in the even deeper darkness of the dense forested areas starting with their mission commander, one by one the leapt into the trees as to move with even less chance of detection and to avoid trip wires if the members of these camps were more clever than they had anticipated. Hopping branch to branch, tree top to tree top , using shunpo to quicken the process. At last the Lieutenant comes to a stop, evoking his subordinates to halt in various positions, above below and behind him. “Do you see it? In the distance?” He poses the question to Jim. “That feint Orange glow?” The Bandana Badass replies, “Yeah, I see it.” In the distance, one could make out a soft orange light obscured by the trees and thick brush which littered the area. “That must be the first camp.” They venture closer in the same fashion, now perched above their target. 6 tents surrounded one large roaring fire, there were three sleeping mats on the ground as well hinting at even more troops than the tents could hold. One man lay on one of them mats. Three men stood on alert forming a triangular parameter around the camp yet out of leisurely purposes stood close to that which they guarded as to still hold random conversation with those who were not using their time to sleep. Beyond that only four men could be seen, they sat around the camp fire and held their own conversation which had to do with matters like uprisings and rights and distrust of the Shinigami. There was only one true way to do this quickly and with little to no casualties to either party. The three subordinates who had accompanied Yuroshima knew the plan and would now wait on their mission Commander to make the first move. He waits only a moment before deeming no information of value would come from listening to the enemies conversation before aiming his palm at their fire. He waits a moment as his subordinates shield their eyes, some with their hands and some with the crooks of their arms as to have their sight adjusted beforehand. Yuro too closes his eyes after fixating his palm in the correct position and waits a few moments before building the power he would use for this spell. He had never attempted Tenran before, he could have used Sho but saw this lower level mission as a chance to gain some amount of practice with the technique he wished to learn. His eyes still shut yet arm unmoved he calls chants the name in an attempt to evoke the power, “Tenran!” His voice calls out, causing some of the guards to jump out of startlement. The powerful blast of wind chaotically rushes towards the large fire in a rough and rather horrid spinning motion before slamming into the flames and putting them out. The Lieutenant could feel that the kido had been fired imperfectly but resolved that next time he would have it for sure. Black splashed across the Veiled Ones eyes, replacing the vibrant and flickering orange which had been there prior and instantly he opens them and leaps from his perch downward firing a Sai upon his landing and immediately disabling one of the combatants another stands and unsheathes his thick brutish sword, slashing it towards Yuro’s head before he ducks and shoves the attacker with great strength in the direction of Izo who began to subdue him. Jim and Ikenzo as well began their own respective fights with the three guards, disabling the enemy with their own preferred Bakudo, so far no lives had to be spent and the Restoration Specialist had hoped to keep that trend flowing. This left the remaining two men to the Veiled Vice Captain who after shoving the man to Izo had rushed forth attempting to knock one of his adversaries unconscious with a strong Hakudo style strike to the head. The man however had sharper reflex than the Lieutenant had counted on and ducked and rolled beneath the blow. The second had seen this as an opportunity and rushed forth, club raised. Yuroshima responds by taking a step backward and uses the momentum to send a stern back kick into the man’s gut. The Veiled one pushes hard after the initial strike, shoving the bandit back a distance, causing him to stumble and fall back against the log he was sitting on. He had to be careful and play this smart, these were very murky lines separating his actions from Illegality and the more Rukognai citizens he could avoid killing the better. Suddenly one by one two men burst from two of the tents facing opposite each other and rushed for their weapons, one letting out a war cry and rushing in the direction of Jim and Ikenzo who were still subduing their own enemies. Izo quickly tackles this assailant down and the two begin wrestling over his weapon. The Second begins to rush Yuroshima who was still locked in his two on one. Yuro quickly pulls the thick strong sheathed sword from his waist and springs forth towards his first attacked holding the sheathed Zanpakuto up sternly and blocking the mans strike with ease he quickly grabs the Bandits wrist and elbow, digging his foot into the ground he leaps backward taking the man with him before spinning and using the enemies body levers which he had a hold of to redirect his position behind the Lieutenant. The Second attack swung his club not realizing Yuroshima’s maneuver and smacks his friend upside the head with the hard wood weapon. The man drops to the ground unconscious before the club wielding bandits arms are forced at his side with a golden Hainawa the Lieutenant had fired directly after the strike. The one who had rushed from his tent had already grabbed his weapon and was rushing towards Yuroshima with almost no time in between his arrival and the defeat of his two comrades. Letting out a bellowing yell he swing his large claymore style sword down towards the Veiled Shinigami who now grips his Sheathed Zan with both hands raising it up in an angled swing style block in order to perform a parry. The weapon clashes against the black sheathe and is knocked fiercely upward. In one motion Yuroshima resheathes his Zan and rushes forth, using his right arm to wrap around the man’s throat while using a half spin on his heel to lock in place behind him. The lieutenant then sends a hard kick to the back of one of the enemies legs before falling backward. Upon landing on the ground with the enemy on top of him he begins to tighten his hold to attempt and force him to pass out due to lack of oxygen. But the enemy’s physical strength is truly impressive even by shinigam standards, as man of the bandits in the new worlds spirutal and physical strength were. The man thrashes about, his neck tense and thick and he was not losing consciousness as fast as Yuro had hoped. The Veiled shinigami struggles to hold onto the man with one arm while holding the wrist of hand which held his weapon with the other for he had started to swing it around.. before he tightens both grips and pushes off the ground with one of his legs rolling over once and then using the momentum to roll over two more times with the man in his grasp. Upon the end of the third roll he throws the man’s hand which clutched his sword down onto the smoldering firewood, burning the back of it severely and both forcing him to release it and breaking his rage and concentration. Quickly Yuroshima uses this opportunity to tight his hold once more, instantly cutting off the mans oxygen he falls asleep in mere seconds with a pained gurgling noise before he too is bound by Bakudo. The unconscious bodies are dragged and formed into a pile so the lieutenant may paralyze them for a while with Geki while they go and repeat this seige at the other camp until Yuroshima notices something. “One of them is missing.” He states. “What do you mean? How?” Ikenzo asks, confusion forming in his expression. “He must have slipped away, but the one I had bounded in Sai when we first dropped is not in that pile.” Yuro replies before raising his palm and casting the bright red Bakudo over the group of enemies, wondering what the implications of this snag would be. Moments prior - Bojuma runs through the forest as quickly as he could with his hands bound behind his back by this seemingly unbreakable energy which glowed gold behind him. He dashes like crazy in what he hopes in the right direction, fear pumping through his heart before he finally spots who he had hoped to see. “Jamire!” He shouts out in a rasped whisper. The black haired Bandit, holding two armfuls of firewood halts in his steps at the calling of his mind. “Hello?” He whispers loudly back. “Is someone there?” He squints through the darkness before seeing the feint golden glow rushing towards him, he is startled and drops the wood before realizing it was his closest friend and tent mate in the rebellion. “Bojuma?” he asks, voice now louder. “Shhh!” The Bound bandit snaps at him. “Our camp just got attacked, I’m sure it was taken down, I rolled into the brush during the struggle and began running in the direction I thought I had seen you walk.” An expression of fear plasters across Jamires face as he begins to look back and forth, now afraid and unsure of himself in the dark, “Well what do we do about it?” He asks. “We have to get to the next closest camp and warn them, hopefully they haven’t already been assaulted too.” His friend replies before turning around. “Can you get me out of this?” He asks showing the gleaming Bakudo which bound his hands. “Oh man I wouldn’t know how..” He begins before Bojuma cuts him off, “Just try please.” He states evoking his comrade to draw his short thick machete style blade. He gives the Bakudo a few strikes before realizing no normal weapon could ever break such a thing. The two share a concerned glance realizing one of them would have absolutely no combat capability before the two take off quickly in the direction of the second camp. WC(Tenran) - 836 TWC – 2,158
  12. At last the time of night had befallen the medical camp and Yuroshima looked up to the star dotted sky in despair, moving the rest of his expansion into Nahgistahd was already going to prove irritating and tiresome enough without the contribution of a lack of sleep. His men returned from their tents and seemed to have made good use of the little time they had been allotted to prepare. Team Yuro then approaches team San and the Lieutenant himself steps forth handing the officer a copy of the map he had shown him earlier detailing the locations of the camps and lakes, and various environmental vantage points which surrounded both. “The camps aren’t very close, but they also aren’t extremely far either.” The Restoration specialist states. “If for any reason you should need help or back up fire the largest Shakkaho you can manage into the air, I have squads of lower level but more plentiful shinigami that will move to you for back up if need be.” And indeed the camps were a little bit of a distance away, positioned more by District 48 which still went by its “District Name” and rested south of Naghistahd which was formerly District 49. These were the easy days and the veiled one dreaded the soon to come days that they would venture even further out from the Seireitei. Rukognai had changed drastically since the disaster event that shaped the new world. Team Yuro then departed. Yuroshima leads his team which consisted of Jim, Izo and Ikenzo through the waist high tall grass under the ivory spotlight of the moon, they had began departing from San and his squad at an angle some time ago and were now very far apart from them in the field, Sans team beginning to move into the forest to get a better entry point for the lake camps, indeed they were beginning to draw near the lake. Yuroshima’s glossy gray eyes pierce through the darkness in the direction of the 7th Division Officer who now led his subordinates as they drew closer and closer to the lake. “Good luck to you.” Yuroshima mumbles under his breath before refocusing his attention forward. San and his team would move with swiftness, using the forest to close in on the camps along the lake…… Finally exiting the tall grass field which acted as a makeshift border between the districts the four are submerged in the even deeper darkness of the dense forested areas starting with their mission commander, one by one the leapt into the trees as to move with even less chance of detection and to avoid trip wires if the members of these camps were more clever than they had anticipated. Hopping branch to branch, tree top to tree top , using shunpo to quicken the process. At last the Lieutenant comes to a stop, evoking his subordinates to halt in various positions, above below and behind him. “Do you see it? In the distance?” He poses the question to Jim. “That feint Orange glow?” The Bandana Badass replies, “Yeah, I see it.” In the distance, one could make out a soft orange light obscured by the trees and thick brush which littered the area. “That must be the first camp.” They venture closer in the same fashion, now perched above their target. 6 tents surrounded one large roaring fire, there were three sleeping mats on the ground as well hinting at even more troops than the tents could hold. One man lay on one of them mats. Three men stood on alert forming a triangular parameter around the camp yet out of leisurely purposes stood close to that which they guarded as to still hold random conversation with those who were not using their time to sleep. Beyond that only four men could be seen, they sat around the camp fire and held their own conversation which had to do with matters like uprisings and rights and distrust of the Shinigami. There was only one true way to do this quickly and with little to no casualties to either party. The three subordinates who had accompanied Yuroshima knew the plan and would now wait on their mission Commander to make the first move. He waits only a moment before deeming no information of value would come from listening to the enemies conversation before aiming his palm at their fire. He waits a moment as his subordinates shield their eyes, some with their hands and some with the crooks of their arms as to have their sight adjusted beforehand. Yuro too closes his eyes after fixating his palm in the correct position and waits a few moments before building the power he would use for this spell. He had never attempted Tenran before, he could have used Sho but saw this lower level mission as a chance to gain some amount of practice with the technique he wished to learn. His eyes still shut yet arm unmoved he calls chants the name in an attempt to evoke the power, “Tenran!” His voice calls out, causing some of the guards to jump out of startlement. The powerful blast of wind chaotically rushes towards the large fire in a rough and rather horrid spinning motion before slamming into the flames and putting them out. The Lieutenant could feel that the kido had been fired imperfectly but resolved that next time he would have it for sure. Black splashed across the Veiled Ones eyes, replacing the vibrant and flickering orange which had been there prior and instantly he opens them and leaps from his perch downward firing a Sai upon his landing and immediately disabling one of the combatants another stands and unsheathes his thick brutish sword, slashing it towards Yuro’s head before he ducks and shoves the attacker with great strength in the direction of Izo who began to subdue him. Jim and Ikenzo as well began their own respective fights with the three guards, disabling the enemy with their own preferred Bakudo, so far no lives had to be spent and the Restoration Specialist had hoped to keep that trend flowing. This left the remaining two men to the Veiled Vice Captain who after shoving the man to Izo had rushed forth attempting to knock one of his adversaries unconscious with a strong Hakudo style strike to the head. The man however had sharper reflex than the Lieutenant had counted on and ducked and rolled beneath the blow. The second had seen this as an opportunity and rushed forth, club raised. Yuroshima responds by taking a step backward and uses the momentum to send a stern back kick into the man’s gut. The Veiled one pushes hard after the initial strike, shoving the bandit back a distance, causing him to stumble and fall back against the log he was sitting on. He had to be careful and play this smart, these were very murky lines separating his actions from Illegality and the more Rukognai citizens he could avoid killing the better. Suddenly one by one two men burst from two of the tents facing opposite each other and rushed for their weapons, one letting out a war cry and rushing in the direction of Jim and Ikenzo who were still subduing their own enemies. Izo quickly tackles this assailant down and the two begin wrestling over his weapon. The Second begins to rush Yuroshima who was still locked in his two on one. Yuro quickly pulls the thick strong sheathed sword from his waist and springs forth towards his first attacked holding the sheathed Zanpakuto up sternly and blocking the mans strike with ease he quickly grabs the Bandits wrist and elbow, digging his foot into the ground he leaps backward taking the man with him before spinning and using the enemies body levers which he had a hold of to redirect his position behind the Lieutenant. The Second attack swung his club not realizing Yuroshima’s maneuver and smacks his friend upside the head with the hard wood weapon. The man drops to the ground unconscious before the club wielding bandits arms are forced at his side with a golden Hainawa the Lieutenant had fired directly after the strike. The one who had rushed from his tent had already grabbed his weapon and was rushing towards Yuroshima with almost no time in between his arrival and the defeat of his two comrades. Letting out a bellowing yell he swing his large claymore style sword down towards the Veiled Shinigami who now grips his Sheathed Zan with both hands raising it up in an angled swing style block in order to perform a parry. The weapon clashes against the black sheathe and is knocked fiercely upward. In one motion Yuroshima resheathes his Zan and rushes forth, using his right arm to wrap around the man’s throat while using a half spin on his heel to lock in place behind him. The lieutenant then sends a hard kick to the back of one of the enemies legs before falling backward. Upon landing on the ground with the enemy on top of him he begins to tighten his hold to attempt and force him to pass out due to lack of oxygen. But the enemy’s physical strength is truly impressive even by shinigam standards, as man of the bandits in the new worlds spirutal and physical strength were. The man thrashes about, his neck tense and thick and he was not losing consciousness as fast as Yuro had hoped. The Veiled shinigami struggles to hold onto the man with one arm while holding the wrist of hand which held his weapon with the other for he had started to swing it around.. before he tightens both grips and pushes off the ground with one of his legs rolling over once and then using the momentum to roll over two more times with the man in his grasp. Upon the end of the third roll he throws the man’s hand which clutched his sword down onto the smoldering firewood, burning the back of it severely and both forcing him to release it and breaking his rage and concentration. Quickly Yuroshima uses this opportunity to tight his hold once more, instantly cutting off the mans oxygen he falls asleep in mere seconds with a pained gurgling noise before he too is bound by Bakudo. The unconscious bodies are dragged and formed into a pile so the lieutenant may paralyze them for a while with Geki while they go and repeat this seige at the other camp until Yuroshima notices something. “One of them is missing.” He states. “What do you mean? How?” Ikenzo asks, confusion forming in his expression. “He must have slipped away, but the one I had bounded in Sai when we first dropped is not in that pile.” Yuro replies before raising his palm and casting the bright red Bakudo over the group of enemies, wondering what the implications of this snag would be. Moments prior - Bojuma runs through the forest as quickly as he could with his hands bound behind his back by this seemingly unbreakable energy which glowed gold behind him. He dashes like crazy in what he hopes in the right direction, fear pumping through his heart before he finally spots who he had hoped to see. “Jamire!” He shouts out in a rasped whisper. The black haired Bandit, holding two armfuls of firewood halts in his advance at the calling of his name. “Hello?” He whispers loudly back. “Is someone there?” He squints through the darkness before seeing the feint golden glow rushing towards him, he is startled and drops the wood before realizing it was his closest friend and tent mate in the rebellion. “Bojuma?” he asks, voice now louder. “Shhh!” The Bound bandit snaps at him. “Our camp just got attacked, I’m sure it was taken down, I rolled into the brush during the struggle and began running in the direction I thought I had seen you walk.” An expression of fear plasters across Jamires face as he begins to look back and forth, now afraid and unsure of himself in the dark, “Well what do we do about it?” He asks. “We have to get to the next closest camp and warn them, hopefully they haven’t already been assaulted too.” His friend replies before turning around. “Can you get me out of this?” He asks showing the gleaming Bakudo which bound his hands. “Oh man I wouldn’t know how..” He begins before Bojuma cuts him off, “Just try please.” He states evoking his comrade to draw his short thick machete style blade. He gives the Bakudo a few strikes before realizing no normal weapon could ever break such a thing. The two share a concerned glance realizing one of them would have absolutely no combat capability before the two take off quickly in the direction of the second camp. WC(Tenran) - 836 TWC – 2,158
  13. To this Yuroshima nods, he had taken slight interest into the potential and capabilities of Shino quite some time prior both for skill he had demonstrated against the only raid attempt near the beginning of the camps time in between the districts but also because his appearance had reminded him of the deceased Benor from one of his earliest missions as a Shinigami. “Thank you Officer Salvatore.” He replies then motioning for the remaining three Shinigami to step forth. He knew them all already, Izo Tetsuyana who wore the standard uniform and kept his blonde hair short and Jim with his usual black bandana both from the ninth division along with Ikenzo Muguruma , the angry healer from earlier with his thick framed glasses and short brown hair. He was unsure if bringing Jim along would be a good idea but the ninth division officer insisted and so Yuroshima obliged his comrade. “The map.” The Lieutenant states evoking Ikenzo to step forth and hand a medium sized sheet of paper to him. He then steps forth beckoning for San to look at the map with him. “I was going to have you take the two camps that are positioned on this lake, theres one on each side so if you wanted any advice it would be to try and take the first that you decide to go for as silently as possible. The lake is rather large though it would need to be quite a commotion for the second camp across to hear your takeover. That leaves me and mine to handle the two which are dug into the forest at the foot of the field that leads to the lake.” He pauses, looking up to the sky, “It’ll be night within the hour so we will go when it is dark as to be better obscured, beyond that all planning can be left up to you as you’ll be leading your portion of the assault.” WC - 326
  14. The Seated officer listens to Yuro as he hints at a mission involving multiple small bandit camps. “I am happy to oblige you, an lend my services to your....our cause.” He states, holding a tone of full fledged support. "Are our intentions to kill, wiping the threat completely, or are we willing to give these men a chance....” He continues, evoking from Yuroshima a response, “Making arrests comes first.” He explains, “But if they will not immidiatly surrender, or even reach towards their weapon… we cant risk Shinigami or other Citizens just because some chose such an unsavory mode of being you know.? They are to be dispatched with quickness and efficiency.” He pauses, “I don’t know what kind of man or fighter you are but if you have the soul of a warrior and enjoy the shouting , ecstasy and showmen ship of combat I would ask you leave all of that void in this mission, it would only serve to upset the population bandit or not.” He eyes the 5th seat from behind his ever concealing veil, “I would prefer quick clean killings.” "I am confident you may have some detail as how many men are within?” He tired to ask all the nessary questions." "Other then that what is the plan Lieutenant?” He finishes. To this the Restoration specialist nods, “Yes and no, these are small encampments that my scouts explain have to have sprung from another larger camp which they are searching for now but that camp will be dealt with by… other means..” He states, a wink in his voice, “So as far as number of men I don’t think we should be expecting more than the five to ten range, maybe fifteen at a wild maximum but again these are small groups, theres 4 we know of I was thinking you could handle two and I could handle two as well.” He pauses a moment as to not ramble before continuing, “Might as well put the rest of these squad nine soldiers to work before they too have to return.” Once the conversation had concluded Yuroshima had sent one of his subordinates, the one who also concealed his face, to gather the volunteers outside his tent, and soon the time came to meet them. He exits the tent, the Lieutenant of the Restoration Corps and eyes the 6 men before him until turning his gaze back to San “Take your pick of 3, Officer Salvatore.” He states, waving an arm over the direction of the group of Shinigami before them. WC – 425 OOC – descriptions, names and personality of the three you pick is up to you, can be as bland or cool as you want.
  15. 14 FP Purchasing - Duality Healer Trait 2 Non release ability 2 Non release Ability 1 FP to equipment 02/10/2020 - I have one FP I didn't know about cause I forgot about the thread I did with Nariko and Oriru which gives me "three is a crowd" achievement Current FP - 1
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