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A fated encounter, Kenshi faces the Executioner

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[Continued from The Wanderer]

 

Kenshi sat just behind the tree line, watching the camp intently. The light from the torches and lanterns scattered throughout the camp kept it well lit in the darkness of the early morning. The camp was mostly a collection of tents scattered throughout the clearing, there were one or two buildings that had been constructed from wood, with a few more that seemed to be in the process of being built. It seemed that they were in the process of turning the temporary encampment into a permanent base.  The outer perimeter of the camp was surrounded by what seemed to be the beginnings of an outer wall being built as well as a few guards patrolling the area.

As Kenshi looked on, trying to get an idea of just how many people were housed in the camp, he ran his hand over the wound still present on his chest. His wounds had still not fully healed in the two and a half days it had taken him to get here. He had managed to get a full night of sleep after his first full day of travel that had left him felling much better, but he knew as soon as he starting fighting seriously his wounds would reopen. While his hand traced what was certainly going to be a new scar to add to the many that littered his body, he began to weigh the strategies of how best to kill his target. Thoughts of stealth and subterfuge crossed his mind and, while likely the more efficient approach, were quickly cast aside. His desire for a fight wouldn’t let him handle this in any way other than a direct confrontation. In fact, his desire to fight had never been so great and he wasn’t quite sure what was pushing him to feel so eager. Taking a deep breath to clear his head before moving in, he could feel it once again. The blade at his hip was radiating the same desire, seemingly resonating with his own to deepen the feeling. Was this what was pushing him? Was his weapon wanting this fight too? But how could a sword produce such a feeling?

Before he lost himself in his thoughts, Kenshi left the cover of the trees and began to approach the camp. He walked calmly as to not draw too much attention, though he wasn’t surprised when he was stopped before he could make it to the unfinished wall. “Stop there! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” A guard called, moving closer to Kenshi with a rather simple spear drawn. “I’m here to speak with Takada. I’d like you to take me to him.” The guard simply laughed, as if it was a joke despite Kenshi’s matter of fact tone making it clear that it was not. “Who do you think you are to come in here and demand to talk to the boss like that?” He continued his laughing and let out a whistle to attracted the attention of the other guards. He continued to speak as three more armed men began to approach, “What business do you have with the boss? If its important enough, then you can wait till he’s had his morning piss and then he’ll see you when he feels like it.” As the man spoke, the other guards took a semicircle position around Kenshi, not quite surrounding him but ensuring that he couldn’t easily get past them into the camp. Kenshi was unbothered by this as he could tell that these were just regular souls with no real power to speak of. “I’m here to kill him. I’d suggest that you not get in my way, unless you’d like to join him.”

The guard he’d been speaking to immediately realized that Kenshi was completely serious and pulled back his spear slightly before making a quick thrust. Unfortunately for the guard, his movements were practically in slow motion to Kenshi. The three other guards hadn’t even realized what was going on by the time their comrade had hit the ground with a gaping wound from his hip to his shoulder. The men stumbled back and readied their spears at the man who now had his sword drawn, thought they’d never seen him move for it. “Go get Takada and tell him that the man who killed his swordsmen is here to see him. Tell him that I would like to see how he earned the title ‘Executioner’.” Understanding that they stood no chance against a man who’s attack they couldn’t even see, the men dropped their spears and ran off in a panic.  

Kenshi wasn’t quite sure if they were fleeing simply to get away or if they were in fact doing as he’d asked. He took his time cleaning his weapon before sheathing it, giving the men all the time they needed to warn their boss of his arrival. Beginning his walk through the camp, he could see only a few people walking around outside their tents. Those that were walking around seemed to be gathering together weapons and supplies. It was obvious to Kenshi that they weren’t in the process of abandoning the camp, as they were in the process of making it permanent, so the only explanation he could think of was that they were preparing a raid on the 72nd district. After coming to this conclusion, Kenshi couldn’t help but feel better about his decision to come here, as it confirmed his prediction about their moves.

He stopped his walk in front of the large wooden building that had been constructed in the center of the camp, assuming that this would be Takada’s home, and waited to see if the warlord would deem him worthy of an audience. Watching the camp around him slowly stir to life, he waited patiently and began to prepare himself for the possibility of having to fight the entirety of the camp. The relative silence that hung over the camp was broken as the door to the wooden building burst open, its back slamming against the outer wall of the structure. In the doorway stood a tall, broad man with short spiked hair. His face was twisted in an unpleasant frown, likely from having been disturbed so early in the morning. Most importantly, the man was wearing a Shihakusho and had a sword at his hip.

Standing at the top of the steps that lead to the door, the man looked down at Kenshi as if judging his capabilities. “So, you’re the man that’s been causing all of the problems for my men out there then? Thanks to you, I need to find myself some new bodyguards. From what I’ve heard, it sounds like you were able to fight all of them at the same time. I think then it would only be fair that you be paid as much as all four of them combined. The position is yours, friend. So how about we end this like civilized men and you come in and have a drink to celebrate our new partnership.”

Kenshi was genuinely stunned by the suggestion that he join these men. He’d never even considered the possibility that Takada would do anything other than kill him. Although he was caught off guard by the question, he didn’t need any time at all find his answer. “I don’t think that I will. I came here with a purpose and I intend to see that through. Now, are you going to continue to hide behind money you’ve stolen from other people or will you draw your sword and face me like the warrior you claim to be?” Kenshi cemented the answer by drawing his swords, making it clear that he did not intend on backing out of this fight.  

“I’d hoped that you’d accept the offer. It seems like such a waste to simply kill someone with your talent, but if you insist on dying then nothing can be done.” Takada responded as he drew his own blade. “You’ll soon regret your decision to come here and when that time comes, I want you to beg for your life. I want to hear how much your life means to you right before I take it. You’re about to learn why they call Iriko Takada the Executioner.”

Takada swiftly dashed down the stairs bringing his sword down with one hand, though it was easily deflected and knocked aside. The swing was meant to be nothing but a distraction though, as he brought his hand up to Kenshi’s stomach, “Hadō # 31: Shakkahō”. Though Kenshi had never heard those particular words, he immediately recognized that it was some kind of shinigami spell and spun out of the way before the red ball left Takada’s hand. The ball of energy exploded as it struck the unfinished wall on the other side of the camp.

After completing his spin, Kenshi brought down both blades in an overhead swing. Though Takada was able to bring his sword up to block the attack, he was forced back by the strength of the combined strikes and was obviously strained by having to block such an attack. A momentary look of concern crossed Takada’s face as he realized that he didn’t outmatch Kenshi as greatly as he’d originally thought. This was quickly replaced by a slight smirk. “I see that you’re victory over my men was well earned. So tell me, can you use that Zanpakutō in your hand or is it just for show? Let’s find out. Explode, Senhari.”

Suddenly the sword in Takada’s hand was replaced by a mace with a head covered in countless tiny needle like spikes. Though they were several feet apart, Takada brought the mace out to his side in a wide swing. Part way through the swing the chain on the mace began to extend, sending the needle covered ball directly at Kenshi. Once again, the attack was slow enough to be knocked aside, though the momentum of the heavy mace head carried it past Kenshi. Kenshi noticed the smile on Takada’s face too late and as he turned to see what was happening behind him, the head of the mace exploded like a grenade, sending the needles flying in all directions. There was little that Kenshi could do in response, other than block the vital parts of his body, as he was littered with dozens, if not hundreds, of needles.

Kenshi turned to face Takada again, the entire left side of his body covered in the needles that pierced deep into his flesh. The head of the mace had already begun to reform the needles, though the seemed to be quite a bit shorter at the moment. With a quick dash, Kenshi closed the distance in an attempt to prevent another attack like he’d just received. Pulling his swords to opposite sides of his body and slashing out with them, like a pair of scissors, Kenshi hoped that by attacking from both sides there would be no way for Takada to block both attacks. Unfortunately for Kenshi, Takada grabbed the head of the mace with his free hand, seemingly unbothered by the needles, and pulled it to the other side of his body. On strike was caught by the head of the mace and the other on the wooden handle, though it was still clear that Takada wasn’t blocking the full force of the attack. Seeing an opportunity, Kenshi brought a knee into Takada’s gut, sending him stumbling backwards.

Attempting to take advantage of the opening, Kenshi approached with a flurry of swings. Unlike previous opponents, Takada was able to quickly recover and block the incoming strikes, even following up with a counter attack of his own. The mace head was sent flying straight at Kenshi’s chest. At the same time, Takada raised his free hand and aimed it at Kenshi’s head. “Hadō # 33. Sōkatsui.” The eruption of blue energy exploded towards Kenshi’s face. Starting to feel his adrenaline pump and getting into the rhythm of the fight, Kenshi kept swinging with full force. The blade in his left hand collided with the head of the mace, driving it into the ground and the blade in his right hand met the Kido head on, causing the beam to split and dissipate behind him.

Quickly reacting to the situation, Kenshi spun the sword in his hand around, leaving the point aimed at the ground, and thrust it through the links of the chain that connected the two parts of the mace. Now that the dangerous part of his opponent’s weapon had been disabled, Kenshi rushed in with his sword poised to thrust into Takada’s chest. Though Takada wasn’t able to react and move out of the way in time, he did something that Kenshi didn’t even conceive as being possible. The mace that Takada was holding suddenly reverted back to a katana. Both blades met their mark and were driven deep into the other’s chest, causing both men to cough up blood.

The men in the camp, who’d be awoken by the noise of the fighting had begun to surround the fight, unsure of if they should get involved or not. They all simply watched on in confusion as their boss fought with some stranger in the middle of camp, though most had their weapons ready in case they were called on to fight.

Kenshi’s chest burned red hot as he could feel the blade being driven deep into him. This pain didn’t last long though as a wave of calm washed over his body and the pain from his wounds, both old and new, began to fade. The last thing he felt before everything went black was a cool breeze on his back.  

 

WC 2,292

Edited by TheAlmightyHUHZA

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Yet another battle Yuroshima found himself in, more and more Emiko helped the Lieutenant attain referrals in the form of other district leaders, and so more and more ground is gained and as a result, more and more enemies to are forced to fight for the land they feel is theirs.  

The shinigami forces were slowly clearing the forested area of any bandit soldiers belonging to this specific faction, and Yuroshima found himself now locked in contest with their leader. Two sleek midsized blades strike the thick black sheathe one after the other, he was a fast and agile man who employed various feats of acrobatics while in combat. The Veiled Vice Captain while keeping pace, was beginning to find tracking his opponent's movements to be difficult. Yuro blocks an overhead slash and bends his body at the waist while back stepping, narrowly missing the second slash aimed for his stomach before he springs forward and swings his weapon.  In response the faction chief simply bobs his head to the left, missing the swing perfectly before lunging at his opponents now exposed side, Yuroshima drops low as the enemy rushes him, shooting back into stance at just the right moment effectively tossing the man over him but he is unfazed and casually rolls back to his feet upon hitting the ground.  

The lieutenant looks around the battlefield, finding satisfaction and slight relief at the sight of his forces now subduing the majority of remaining Bandits. “Damn you.” The leader calls to him, recollecting his attention. “These lands have belonged to these families for generations!” Yuroshima rests his sheathed Zanpkauto on his shoulder, “They’ll still belong to the tribes which live here, nothing changes on this day but your tyranny.” To this the bandit begins stooping low into a crouching position, “But what of yours you faceless devil.” He asks before pouncing once more towards the Shinigami across from him evoking the essence of Byakurai to cause a flurry of electrical energy to spark and crackle around his blades. “Impressive, had only you understood the properties of kido better, and so used better strategy when employing it.” The Lieutenant thinks to himself as he dodges the first flurry of blows then aiming his palm to the ground in front of him, “Geki” He calls , evoking the large res ball of energy to manifest. The bandit leader does not react quick enough and accidentally steps into the spell. He can feel the energy draining from his muscles as his body begins to immobilize. By sheer will he lifts his arm, hoping to strike a fatal spot from behind the cover of crimson.  

A blue stream of lighting fires outward from within the Geki spell, Yuroshima by way of near mechanical reaction swings his weapon upwards, the blast strikes the hard sheath and scatters in multiple directions. “Horin!” The lieutenant calls out, then firing the tendril spell into the red confusion, ensnaring the target. With confirmation that the powerful threat had been subdued, multiple Shinigami officers rush forth to take the leader into custody.  

Yuroshima once again sets his sights to the battlefield, another victory for he and Emiko, another territory gained, and now more souls reachable . Such was the cycle his life had become and he found that even still he was now only a large drop in the seemingly endless ocean that was the rukognai territories. This realization however has caused him to always make sure he kept grounded and savored the victories as they came, for surely the day would come when even victory itself become tiresome, was this battle truly endless? Truly an echo from the beginning of time itself? 

He scans the battlefield, huts in forest yet with in them, spoils of war, which his troops now began to collect. They would be sorted, the artifacts returned to their place of origin and the rest sold and repurposed to the districts. But amongst the treasures being brought from the small structures, none caught the Lieutenants attention more than the elderly man being guided by arm by two Seventh Division Officers. The Restoration Corps Commander approaches the three, “Halt.” he orders, stopping the two Officers. He stands before the old man, unable to shake an overwhelming sense of familiarity ad he could feel that this old soul would soon utter this familiarity before an audience which had no business knowing, “Leave us.” The Lieutenant commands, “Yes sir.” One of the officers replies before they leave. 

Well well,” The old man begins, “If it isn’t Yuroshima. Come to save a poor old man from the clutches of the Death gods?” The Healer’s eyes narrow, “Who are you.” He demands. “Nay, for you be a Death God as well.” The elder continues. “Where did you hear that name?”. The aged soul stares into his eyes, looking beyond the veil in ways unknown to the Shinigami before him,  

Knew you I, when you were a child, you orphaned rat of the districts. Oh how you’ve changed. No longer is that spark and glimmer for the natural or simple life illuminated in your eyes. No, it is replaced by the sheen of he who has tasted power, he who hungers for even more power. You be a Death God now, you liveth in death.. It is your food for death begets power. Aye, Squawk and squawk the crows do talk, they sing of deathly things, a faceless king and the paths turned crimson where ever he duth walk.”  

Yuroshima considers his words, “Smooth talk and parlor tricks will not derail my will. You are one lost in the illusion of good and evil, for you don’t realize the path I walk is the path of less death and less tragedy, life itself emits from the very fiber of my being, it is apart of my soul itself, I have nothing to defend.” 

Then allow me to depart from you, for I may contract some of this life you speak of. Life from a god of death surely is poison to me.” Retorts the old man, the soothe saying illusion now totally diminished before Yuroshimas very eyes. “What a curse it must be to walk the path of the ignorant disguised as the wise.” And with that, he waves for the two Shinigami to come back, and continue escorting the elder soul. Yuroshima did indeed remember him, and knew he would not speak his name or truth, for he would never have reason, he knew his type all too well, surely, they would meet again, for that is the humor of life, and when that time came one of them would be right and one of them would be wrong.  

Jim approaches the Lieutenant, Commander of the now successful assault, “Sir, this was found in Sadir’s cabin.” He states, handing a dirtied piece of paper to his leader who reads over it. “A rouge Shinigami..” he mumbles as he reads the description of an ally this smaller faction had acquired. “Indeed.” The lieutenant states looking back over his shoulder in the direction the old man had been taken, “What is it that fate should have in store for me in this string?” 

 

 

Slowly the forces of the Rukognai districts closes in around the camp belonging to the Rogue Shinigami Takada the Executioner. They are surprised to find the guards are not at posts along the parameter, what was happening? Suddenly, Yuroshima and his strike force feel a gush in spirit energy as the unmistakable aura of a Sokatsui can be felt in aura throughout the area, a Shinigami was fighting nearby. In a stealthful manner, the Shinigami sneak deeper into the small camp to see the bandits gathered to observe a duel between the target, their leader, and an unknown soul who appeared to be from the districts itself. Who was this man brave enough to take up arms against such a foe? The fight however was seemingly coming to an end as a fatal blow is dealt to the challenger through his chest. “There won't be a golden opportunity again.” yuroshima thinks before finally shouting the command, “Smokescreen!” he shouts evoking the Shinigami and kido crops operatives to fire multiple sekeinton along the edges of the battle, obscuring the rebel troops in a cloud of smoke. The Lieutenants troops spill in, attempting to subdue or attack the Bandits in the smoke screen while Yuroshima himself rushes towards the duel. He was unsure if the challenger could truly be considered a friend, he may even very well be apart of this group and was attempting to take leadership, but either way this had provided him the perfect opportunity. He is roughly 30 feet away when he raises his palm, "It's over Takada! Both of you freeze! step away from that man!"

 

WC - 1469

Edited by Good Ol Yuro

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The camp was thrown into chaos as the surprise assault began. The smokescreen that covered the assailants prevented the men in the camp from fully understanding what was happening, but nonetheless the attack was not without resistance. Those that had their weapons on hand swung them wildly in an attempt to protect themselves from whatever was coming for them. Those without weapons ran to find something to arm themselves with while trying to avoid being captured. A small number of the more cowardly of them ran desperately for the forest in an attempt to flee. While many of the bandits in the camp were simply powerless souls who posed no threat to the Shinigami that were imbedded in the assault, there were a select few that would not be taken so easily. These men held their ground while others panicked. These men would not be broken so quickly, instead using the cover of their frantic comrades to launch attacks on those that were distracted by the lesser of their rank.

Men that had slept through the initial commotion of the duel had now certainly been awoken and were beginning to exit their tents. These men, scattered throughout the camp, would join in on the fighting from within and around their enemy, turning the fight in to a much more chaotic scene than it may have originally been. Shouting erupted from around the battlefield as the bandits attempted to gain some sense of control without the presence of their leader, who was still locked in combat in the center of the camp.

“Like hell it is!” Takada shouted at the mysterious figure that had appeared on the sidelines of the fight he was engaged in, blood still falling from his mouth. He looked out as his camp was overrun and driven into a wild battle, one that his men would likely not survive. Still, even in the face of such a situation, Takada was a warrior and wouldn’t be stopped with words alone. Wanting to try and find a moment to asses the situation at hand, to understand who it was that was attacking him, Takada began to try and separate from his opponent only to be stopped by Kenshi’s hand holding the collar of his Shihakusho.

“Liquify, Ginki.” Kenshi spoke through gritted teeth, still holding Takada on his blade. The blade imbedded in Takada’s chest let out a burst of vapor that filled the area as it seemed to begin dripping a strange silver liquid from its surface. In a matter of moments, the blade itself would be completely liquid, dripping and forming small puddles on the ground as well as continuing to produce the toxic vapors into the air. Takada, as well as some of the men who were fighting near the center of the camp would begin to cough as their lungs began to burn as they were breathing in the gas that began to fill the air. Takada would just as well feel the veins in his body burn as the liquid from the blade slowly entered his bloodstream. Only once the effects of the poison had clearly begun to take effect did Kenshi release his grip on Takada’s collar and step back, pulling his blade from Takada’s chest and Takada’s blade from his own chest. Blood began to pour from the open wound as Kenshi stepped back, holding it with one hand breathing heavily as he occasionally coughed up blood.

It was only then that Kenshi realized what was happening around him and noticed the presence of the veiled figure in their fight. He turned to the new combatant, unsure of his purpose here but recognizing that he intended to end the fighting. “I don’t know who you are, but stay out of this. This is my fight and I will end it. Unless you intend on killing me here, I will defeat that man.” Kenshi spit the blood that had gathered in his mouth on to the floor and poised himself to attack once again, thought his eyes rested on the stranger as if waiting to see how he would respond.

Takada would take the moment of separation to wipe the blood from his chin and grip his Zanpakutō tightly. “Explode, Senhari.” Once again, the needle covered mace would appear in his hands. Taking a defensive stance, his gaze would shift back and forth between Kenshi and the veiled stranger, attempting to anticipate where the next attack would come from. Though he made no aggressive moves in hopes that these two opponents might turn on each other.

 

WC 762

Total WC 3,054

Edited by TheAlmightyHUHZA
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Liquify, Ginki.”

The challenger releases a Shikai to the surprise of the Lieutenant. An eruption of power and suddenly a mist begins wafting from the man’s Zanpkauto, surely this was his ability. Yuroshima springs off the ground moving backwards quickly to avoid whatever this mist or gas was going to do to him, shouting to the comrades who were close enough to possibly become engulfed by the new variable. “Scatter! He yells before coming to a crouched position on a branch roughly twenty feet from his last position. He watches the two warriors now standing in the gas before realizing that he was now coughing hysterically. Some of his troops had heeded his warning and fell back slightly, now employing ranged attacks, but others were not so lucky and now they too were caught in the effects of what was now clearly poison.

[3/4]     I don’t know who you are, but stay out of this. This is my fight and I will end it. Unless you intend on killing me here, I will defeat that man.” The challenger calls to the Lieutenant who merely stares at the two in the contemplation plagued silence of a hawk, waiting for his chance, the moment of distraction to end this before anyone else could get hurt. “Explode, Senhari!” The rogue shinigami shouts, now releasing his shikai. The situation had turned bad, and now two higher level fighters were in their first release, with their battle ensuing Yuroshima takes his opportunity, normally he would not use such high level techniques, but with his troops now sustaining what could very easily be fatal injuries he had to end the battle to tend to their wounds, and so the veiled one aims his palm at the pair of warriors. “Bakudo 75, Gotchutekkan!” From the sky four titanic pillars of gleaming iron descend, they crash into the ground, sinking deep into the earth and forming a tight box like parameter around Takada and the one he had been dueling. “Bakudo 63! Sajo Sobaku!” The gold tendril rope erupts from his palm and flies forth with blinding speed, quickly and fiercely wrapping itself around the Gotchutekkan pillars, effectively sealing off the parameter. Finally he goes to finish his combo, leaping off the branch with great force he soars over the makeshift seal, the two perfectly exposed beneath him, he fires one last spell. “Bakudo 9, Geki!” A large red orb of light forms around the target area, attempting to paralyze any trapped inside.

WC – 429

 

OOC – Moves

Bakudo 75 –

Bakudo 63 –

Bakudo 9 –

 Current Stats -

Reiatsu - 119k
Speed – 130
Power - 157 ( Str / Reir - 118 )
Perception -134
Stamina – 132
Throwing / Reiar Attack Speed – 120

 

Will update how much stamina is lost from kido attack if any at all when I find out.

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As the veiled stranger seemed to disengage from the battle, Kenshi couldn’t help but allow a grin to form on his face. It seemed that the man had heeded his warning and was going to allow the fight to continue uninterrupted. He didn’t quite understand it fully, but his brief encounter with his Zanpakutō spirit had left him refreshed and eager to continue the fight. Takada, on the other hand, felt a sense of dread at the situation in front of him. The brief opportunity that his opponents would turn against each other has seemed to quickly fade away and the look on Kenshi’s face was similarly unsettling. After the two men had just taken what would easily be fatal blows to lesser spirit beings, he seemed to be beginning to enjoy himself and eager to get right back to fighting.

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, we can start enjoying ourselves again.” Kenshi spoke through his bloody smile as he began towards Takada. Though before Kenshi could actually make his move to continue the fight, he would be interrupted by the sudden appearance of four massive pillars slamming into the ground around them. Their appearance was so swift that the two men weren’t even able to react to their presence until they were already firmly in place. Although Kenshi was oblivious to their significance, Takada realized at that moment the severity of his situation. The appearance of such a high level Kido meant that whoever this man was had to be comparable to a captain class Shinigami. Takada’s mind raced as any concern that he’d had for Kenshi was quickly replaced by trying to determine just what he was fighting. He hadn’t seen a captain’s haori on the man so had he just not noticed a lieutenant’s badge somewhere? While the two men were still attempting to assess what exactly was happening around them, a golden rope had found its place on the pillars to create a prison of sorts for the two men. This too would only be noticed by the men once it had been firmly locked in place. Before any response could be given, they would both be bathed in a red light that seemed to hold them in a sort of paralysis.

Following the series of binding spells, Kenshi began to realize, as Takada had, that this new arrival was certainly a formidable opponent.  Still, this wouldn’t be enough to cause Kenshi to sit back and simply allow himself to be defeated. [1] Mustering all of his strength, Kenshi forced his body to move despite the glowing aura that kept him in place. “Petty Shinigami tricks.” Kenshi mutters as he feels the spell shatter around him. He quickly noticed that, either from hesitation at the situation or simple inability, Takada hadn’t yet broken the spell. [2] Not wanting to let such an advantage go to waste, Kenshi quickly brought the hilt of his sword into the defenseless man’s face, sending his paralyzed body to the ground. Content that the threat inside the cage had been dealt with, at least for the moment, Kenshi turned to face the stranger that was now perched in a tree. “I don’t know who you are and I don’t know why you’re here, but I was just starting to enjoy myself when you go involved.” [3] He called out to the man as he brought his sword down into the golden bindings that were holding the cage in place, cutting deep into them but not quite making it all the way through. “So, since you seem so interested in inserting yourself into this fight, come down here and fight me without all of these pointless tricks. Common foe or not, I’m not going to let your Shinigami squabbles deprive me of a worthy fight.” [4] He continued as he brought his blade down into the bindings once more, this time cutting clean through them. As the ropes fell away, Kenshi looked at the pillars that still formed a barrier between him and his new opponent. He had already grown tired of his predicament, but with nothing else to do he prepared himself to continue his attacks on the prison that held him. 

 

WC 705

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Actions:

[1] Action spent breaking out of Bakudo #9 [STR 75]

[2] Attacked Takada with the hilt of his sword

[3] Attacked Bakudo #63 [STR 75]

[4] Attacked Bakudo # 63 [STR 75] Breaking the seal.

 

Abilities:

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Shikai:
Blade of Mercury: [Passive Release Ability + 1 Shikai slot] Upon release, Ginki's blade turns into liquid mercury, though it still holds the form of a solid blade. The blade continues to produce the liquid metal substance, causing it to drip down the length of the blade as well as continually vaporize into the air. The metal that makes the blade can change states from liquid to solid as Kenshi desires, allowing the blade to flow over or around most defenses and solidifying just before impact. 

[Giving up 1 shikai slots for 2k boost to reiatsu (total of +6,000) and all others within the battlefield get Perception - 6, Strength - 4, Reiryoku - 4, Speed - 10, Stamina - 6.]

[Effect: While in Shikai, attacks made with Ginki's liquid blade that are blocked or clashed by physical (ex: zanpakuto, arm, leg, etc) means deals with Poison damage as the liquid metal from the blade begins to vaporize and fill the battlefield with a toxic gas that causes a loss of coordination and difficulty focusing in a 20 yard radius around him.][Passive + Shikai Slot #1]

  • For every 2 consecutive posts within the mercury vapors everyone except Kenshi gains +1 Poison to the stack.
  • Poison Debuff: -5 Stamina per Poison on the stack. Stack has a maximum 3 at any given time. 
  • Lasts The Duration of The Battle Unless Removed.
  • 1 Poison from the stack can be removed by moving out of the field without reentering in the same post using 2 combat moves or 1 healing racial technique.
  • If the Blade of Mercury lands any Critical or Direct hits, they will deal an additional 3 damage per Poison on the stack. If there are currently no Poison in the stack, then instead of damage Kenshi gains 1 Poison to the stack.
  • Contact with the Blade of Mercury decreases damage of Incoming Attacks by 15 when calculating Clashes/Blocks. (Example: 200 Strength Attack is counted as a 185 Strength When Clashing/Block by Blade of Mercury while ability is active)

 

Stats:

Spoiler

Name: Kenshi Itaro 
Race: Shinigami
Class: Brute 
Sub-Class: Tank
Power Path: Strength

REIASTU: (47,000 + 6,000 from release) 53,000

Natural Defense: (3,055 + 600 from release) 3,655

Power: (10 + 40)  50

    Strength: (50 x 1.5) 75

    Reiryoku: (50 x 0.5) 25

Stamina: (5 + 52 x 1.25) 70

Speed: ( 5 + 40) 45

Perception: (5 + 40) 45

Throw Speed: 60 (72 x .8) + 9 (45 x .2) = 69

Rei Speed: 20 (24 x .8) + 7 (45 x .2) = 29

 

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Releasing the Geki spell, the healing specialist continues his flight path to the tree on the opposite side of his make shift seal. The red light gleams brightly from within the confines of the pillars, shining across the veiled ones back, silence then befalls the area for a brief moment. Was this victory over the two? Ching! A slash sounds off and the Lieutenant turns around on the tree branch he was currently perched on, eyes narrowed..watching his self made structure. Ching! The second slash occurs, actually severing the ropes of the Sajo itself, one wound so tight around the pillars that it screeched and shot backward quickly, severing multiple tree branches in the neighboring tree to Yuro.
            The challenger exits alone, but Yuroshima could still feel Takada’s spiritual presence. He speaks to Yuroshima, explaining that if he wishes to fight than they could. The Lieutenant stares at him blankly, considering the situation from a different stand point, this man was in a different uniform and so must have challenged takada to a duel. He was a mere Rukognai soul yet he had released Shikai which was stronger than that of Takada’s the Shinigami officer. He then thinks of how dreadful its become having to cut down and imprison the strong young men of the districts, any that didn’t have to go that route..

Will you seal your Zanpakuto?” He calls back. “I cannot allow further injury to my men. Will you hand Takada over to me? I need to return him to the Soul Society, he must face our justice. What say you?

 

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Seal his Zanpakuto? This man was now refusing to fight him after interjecting himself into the fight he was just starting to enjoy? Kenshi griped his sword tightly in frustration at the call for peace at a time like this. Glancing behind himself for a moment, Kenshi finally takes a look at the battle taking place around him. Smoke still lingered on the battlefield but it was still clear that the Shinigami had swiftly taken the upper hand in the fight, though not without their own casualties. Kenshi had no love for Shinigami, as positive word of them was rare so far out from the Seireitei and typically only rogue Shinigami were found in these areas of the Rukongai, but it did seem that they were here making an effort to clean up their mess.

Kenshi could feel the anger emanating from his blade as its liquid form slowly began to solidify back into its normal form. The air began to clear as the toxic vapors were no longer being produced. While he did seal his Zanpaktuto, Kenshi still kept it drawn as he refused to completely let down his defenses. Taking a few steps away from Takada’s still frozen form, he finally responded to the veiled Shinigami. “Fine. I will not interfere with your efforts here, though this does not free you of your debt to me. Once your men are free from danger and you have completed whatever business you have here, you will return and give me a fight worthy of the one you have taken from me here.” His sword points to Takada as he speaks of the fight being taken. “And as for him, what punishment is he to face under your justice?” There is an obvious mistrust in his voice, not hiding the fact that he fully expects that little will likely come of this incident.

 

WC 312

Total WC 1017

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A friendly and playful laugh escapes from the Lieutenant as he hops from the tree and lands on the ground with a skip. “I owe no one any debt, the people of these regions would sooner cast you to the dogs than betray me and you would be wise to not accompany this one where he’s going.” He points to Takada, still paralyzed on the ground from the effects of Geki. “His justice will be decided by the Central 46 not myself, but if it satisfies you to know.. I can’t imagine he’ll escape death or life in one of the prison levels.

            Yuroshima looks the man up and down, the surrounding conflict was now coming to a halt as the sounds of battle began to fade and Shinigami began to simply walk around, tending to wounds on both sides. “But I suppose you’re right, perhaps I do owe you for interrupting your duel. If it’s a fight you desire I can accommodate.” A man clad in brown Shinigami robes approaches the Veiled Commander of the assault. “Sir, we are ready to set up camp. Yuro nods to him, “Thank you Jim, get it done.” The man nods and rushes off, shouting orders of where certain carts could be rolled and where to place tents. “You have a certain time you have to be home?” Yuroshima calls to the challenger, “Or do you want to move out with us tomorrow? If so, you’ll have you’re fight yet.

 

WC- 247

TWC - 940

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Not exactly sure of who exactly this “Central 46” the man spoke of what, Kenshi simply nodded in agreement of the expected punishment. “As long as he’s unable to return here, then whatever your superiors agree on will likely suffice.” Noticing now that the fighting seems to have finished, he returns his sword to its scabbard, though his hand remains resting on the hilt as a final precaution.

Kenshi was somewhat impressed with how quickly the Shinigami had ended the fight. Their attack having taken advantage of the bandit’s distraction, but even still there was a certain efficiency in it that he’d not ever seen before. Takada was a Shinigami and quite a difficult opponent, so did that mean that each of the Shinigami here was just as strong or was Takada exceptional in some way? If that was true then this veiled man must be on a level that Kenshi had never even conceived if he was leading this many of them.  

“I am without a home to return to, though there are people who would appreciate word that I am not dead. Though, I do not suppose that is a particularly urgent task. I can travel with your group if it means that I will get to face you. I wish to see what a Shinigami of your position is capable of. I’ve heard many stories about your kind and I would like to see just how much is true.” He’d once again spit out a mouth full of blood onto the ground. “Though if we are not going to have our duel now, then it would be wise for me to go rest. These wounds will not heal quickly and I must clear my mind to understand exactly what happened to me during that fight. Do you intend to move these tents or may I use one of them to rest?” He asked, pulling out one of the many long, sharp needles that were embedded into his back and pointing at a nearby bandit tent.  

 

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We’re all orphans in Rukognai these days, if you wish to face me it would indeed be in your best interest to hang out around the camp for a little while.” Yuroshima replies before the challenger explains he must rest his wounds for they would take a while to heal.

Nonsense.” The veiled shinigami declares, “What if I told you, those wounds could heal near instant?” He pulls from a hidden sash, an elegant Sai which he hold out in front of him to show Kenshi. “This is Kan’Yo Na Hira, the nurture half of my soul.” The sai begins to glow gold, a comforting.. almost intoxicating sound of chimes and bells rings outward. “If you wish to truly see my worth and power…step forth.

 

WC – 125

Sorry these last couple replies have been so short, it’s just the end of the convo tho before we actually start doin something again you know?

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Kenshi’s gaze is quickly drawn to the small ornate weapon that the Shinigami held in his hand. The strange glow and oddly soothing sound that the weapon produced, along with the words that had accompanied its presentation, served to pique his interest. Though it was only for a moment, the stoic look that typically rested on Kenshi’s face was replaced with a hint of curiosity before he was able to correct the change. “I will not pretend to understand what this weapon or its abilities have to do with your soul, but I will allow you to show me this power that you claim to have.” He continued to pull the many needles out of his back, one by one, as he spoke.

Stepping forward, he opened the front of his robe to show the severity of his wounds. “You truly believe that you can heal this here and now?” The most pressing wound clearly being the one in his chest, delivered in the fight moments ago, but there was also a large cut down the length of his torso and a hole in his stomach, both of which had been reopened in the fighting. “You reapers truly are a mystery to me. I go my entire life only knowing you to be murderers and thieves, and yet here you are speaking like you know of life out here and offering to heal the wounds of a commoner like myself. Have I been mistaken or are you some saint among your kind?” The tone with which he spoke was just as blunt as the words as he made no effort to disguise his feelings towards the Shinigami.  

 

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I can’t speak for the gotei before, it is broken and destroyed and its members are fading away from the limelight entirely.” Yuroshima begins. “It has been rebuilt by the Gotei which I am apart of now and its message is not one of tyrannical control or taxation, and it is not one of war and famine. The proof of this is surely seen in the fact that they have entrusted the entirety of Rukognai relations and reparations to me. For this is my soul.” And with that, two shimmering hands of golden light materialize and cup around Kenshi. As the light shimmers and glows warmly, the wounds on any within its grasp would too begin to glow gold and regenerate. “This is the kind of energy needed to heal the broken bond between the Seireitei and the people of the districts.

 

WC - 142

 

OOC – If you wanna speed this a long a little you can react however you like the healing and start the post next day with you waking to see the camp being packed up, you can find and ask me where we are going or however youd wanna play it. Or you can set it afternoonish mid travel and however you wanna do it from there.

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Kenshi was left in awe as the warmth flowed through his body and he watched as the various wounds that covered him were quickly closing themselves. While he had heard rumors of the various powers of the soul reapers, he’d never seen such a feat in person. His body felt completely revitalized and ready to fight once again, but now wasn’t the time for that. As the healing was completed, Kenshi brought his thoughts back to the man in front of him. “I see so you’re saying that the Shinigami have changed? I hope then that you speak the truth. The people here have suffered far too long as things are now.”

Kenshi turned and began to walk toward the tent that he intended to rest in. Just before entering, he looked back over his shoulder, “That’s quite a power you have. If the others are like you, then I may have been mistaken in my judgement of your people. Once we have rested, I would like to know what your plans are regarding this area.” As he finished speaking, he slipped inside and found himself a place on the ground to sit. He knew that just after having his body completely rejuvenated, he would be unable to sleep but this would give him time to meditate and think on the strange vision that had occurred earlier.

As he got into position to meditate, he went to place his sword on the ground beside him but just as he was going to release his hand, he felt an urge to remain attached to it. He didn’t truly understand any of the events that lead to him understanding how to draw out the power of his Zanpakutō, but he knew that the sword itself was somehow responsible. So, he instead pulled it across his lap as he began to focus on himself and replay the days events in his head.

A sudden chill was sent up his spine as he felt a faint presence on him, as if someone was leaning on his back with their arms draped over his shoulder. “You stopped fighting.” A familiar and slightly seductive voice whispered in his ear. The reaction to turn his head towards the voice was purely involuntary, prompted by the shock of the noise. He thought his eyes must have been deceiving him, as he was clearly still alone in the tent. “Why did you stop? I was just starting to have fun.” This time the voice was in his other ear, as if purposely appearing that it was just out of sight.

Kenshi quickly turned his head once again, only to be met with the still empty space on the other side of the tent. “Who are you? Where are you?” He asked the seemingly omnipotent voice, still searching for its source. “Oh you poor boy, you still don’t understand?” She laughed playfully. “I am always with you. I always have been, and always will be. I represent the predator that hides behind the facade of a man constantly seeking his prey with the false guise of morality. And just the same, I am the hunger that drives such action. The hunger for battle, for blood. A hunger that was not fed.” The last sentence left her lips with a sting of viciousness and contempt. In the same moment, Kenshi felt as if a sword had been driven into his back, causing him to tighten his body and groan in pain. “Do not present me with a meal if you do not intend to allow me to feed. I am not some tool to use as you please. Though we may be one and the same, do not think that will stop me from turning you into prey if you chose to starve me as you did.” The ethereal blade that seemed to be plunged into his back was withdrawn and he could tell that there was no physical damage, as no pain lingered after it had disappeared.

“There will be other battles, that was simply not an appropriate time.” He reasoned with his counterpart. “We are not mindless animals. You claim to be a predator, but even the most basic predator knows there are times when the hunt is futile. Still, your… displeasure has been noted. I will do my best to call upon you only when necessary.” The memory of the sharp pain in his back only moments ago serving as a simple reminder not to displease her.

“I’m glad you understand. With that now behind us, we may continue our partnership in harmony. There are many more things that I wish to show you, when you are ready for them. When you have earned them.” As the last word left her lips, the strange sensation that had marked her slight presence was gone, leaving him truly alone now.

The encounter was brief but informative. Though he didn’t have any specific information on exactly what she was, he was beginning to at least understand the nature of her being. He contemplated exactly what her explanation had meant as he laid down and attempted to sleep. The Shinigami from before had spoken of his weapon as a piece of his soul, was she the same? A piece of his own soul? Was his drive to fight so deep that it could spawn such a creature? He had plenty of time to think on the matter as sleep did not come quickly. Due to the healing, his body wasn’t tired and due to the many thoughts racing through his head, his mind was not tired either.

 

When he finally poked his head out of the tent the next day, it was painfully obvious that he’d overslept. The Shinigami that had taken over the camp on the previous day were almost finished packing up everything that they intended to take with them. Kenshi couldn’t help wonder for a moment that had he slept any longer that he may have been left behind. Collecting his things, he headed out to join the Shinigami before the set out. After asking around for a few moments, Kenshi was eventually pointed to where the veiled leader of the group was overseeing their departure.

Kenshi approached, offering a simple wave as a greeting. “My apologies for my late arrival, I suppose that yesterday’s events took more out of me than I thought. I also feel that an apology is necessary regarding my behavior during the conflict yesterday. I was … not in my typical state of mind when you arrived. I am not typically one for formal introductions, but I would appreciate it if you would disregard yesterdays events and allow us to begin again. I am Kenshi, may I ask your name Shinigami?” He asked, offering his hand to the veiled man.

 

WC 1136

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