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The mask didn’t shift immediately upon hearing Seimei’s response. For once it stayed still, not blank, not smiling but just observing. The Captain’s gaze lingered on Seimei longer than before. Not as a superior measuring a subordinate but as something closer to recognition. There was no...

The show was nearing its end indeed and all that Jushiro needed to do was be patient. The Captain’s execution of the Kido was flawless, and has been throughout. Having planned it well in advance, he didn’t think he would resort to using it. The last portion of the spar was meant to be a show of...

Success. Jushiro’s execution of Geki had the desired effect on both opponents. Coursing throughout their body like snake venom. Muscles seized up, excruciating pain gribbed both in a malicious embrace consisting of Kido energy. This was good. The plan that Jushiro hatched some time ago was...

The way things would progress depended entirely on Captain Taro’s response to them both. Nagarashi remained observant of the Date, carefully analysing his actions and overall demeanour. His words were subject to scrutiny, all the while Nagarashi sought truth in those words. Replying to what Taro...

Jushiro remained curious about Yuto’s response and likewise Seimei’s own. The Captain hoped that the golden haired Shinigami would give Yuto the room to develop. Based on his initial observation filled with skepticism, Yuto has a lot to work on. Then again, the silver-haired fiend maintained the...

That careful shift in Seimei demeanour as Jushiro addressed him was enough for the Captain. Maybe now he was getting through to them in a roundabout way. Jushiro’s desire for them both was for them to develop that killer instinct. Ruthless in the way they acted when it was warranted. Outside of...

It was settled. No negotiation, no compromise, just acceptance of Nagarashi’s demands. This was pleasing to him. Quarters away from those he held with utter contempt. And better yet, not sullying his hands through direct contact with the unwell relics was almost cause for celebration. Kinko...

The response from both Seimei and Yuto was what piqued the Captain’s curiosity. How will they react to everything that’s taking place and the whole set up? Will they crumble? Will they somehow fail to coordinate properly? They started off bright and it was clear that they'd rehearsed a few...

The sparring session was chugging along nicely and should surely end up being enjoyable for all those involved. Izanagi's perspective on the details were vastly different compared to his current opponents. The feint was none of his concern, it was far from the reason why he chose to confront...

Nagarashi sat in silence as Kinko began his monologue highlighting the ills of the Kuchiki clan and their past behaviours. The wounds were deep, resentment was left to fester and a promising talent was cast aside. He made sure not to interrupt Kinko as the new clan head spoke. The man’s words...

The invitation was sent and no doubt received by Yuto and Seimei. The sparring session will no doubt attract spectators who were all too curious to see the outcome. Would they hold their own and impress the Captain or would it end in disappointment? Regardless, Izanagi’s eyes did not leave...

Jushiro enjoyed the peace and quiet as he pondered upon his next move. His mask contorting in reflection of his mood. Said mood and by extension his mask shifted from a version of playful. Bright with a smile as the colours changed, tongue out and almost giddy. To a demeanour of devilish intent...

Silence took a foothold, carefully filling the space as Nagarashi gave way to Kinko’s words. The cup in hand never reached his lips, no sip was taken. It was merely hanging between intention and the will to abandon his beverage. With Kinko’s words flowing, Nagarashi watched the man carefully...

The Surprise Visitor and Non-Patient Nagarashi’s thoughts were left to linger a while, the cup of tea still in hand but yet to be lifted towards his lips. It was almost as if he’d been compelled not to drink the beverage. And the longer it went on, the more irritation it was turning out to be...

Seireitei Fourth Division Barracks Ten years after the war. The light shone and cut clean lines across the courtyard stone, glinting faintly off the red trim of a cape that didn’t quite belong in the Fourth Division. Kuchiki Nagarashi stood near the outer veranda, tall and unmistakable...

Jushiro arrived just outside the tenth division barracks; seemingly appearing out of nowhere. There wasn’t a blur for the untrained and trained eyes to follow. A mere moment ago the space was empty and now it was filled by the Captain’s physical presence. As anyone can expect, the entrance(s) to...

Jushiro had said what he said and did what he needed to do. As far as he was concerned his role in this was coming to an end. Watching the commander’s reaction to his actions brought a certain warmth to his heart. The palming of the face, the sigh was a sign of his stress levels. Mission...

The immediate aftermath of the battle saw the Gotei forces frantically scurrying about to restore their pride. There was devastation all over, some areas were hit worse than others. The death toll kept rising, the moans and groans of the injured and helplessness compounded their apparent...

The masked Captain had intended on casually guiding the halos into range and letting their cold do the rest. That was the plan. Plans, however, only survived until the battlefield revealed its teeth. The moment Cazador’s Negacion membrane peeled away and his reiatsu compressed into something...

Izanagi had for now said his piece to Cazador, not knowing if his words would have any effect on the Espada. Things were still moving along, both in their immediate vicinity and outside of it. Cazador seemed intent on observing the destruction of the Gotei forces. However, Kuwashii was on a...