Central Seireitei

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Upon arriving in the central district, Shizukana flashed into existence and began to gaze around with a vacant stare. Crowds of people seeking shelter from the onslaught of her vice-captain had yet to stampede their way in so besides a few bustling officers trying to pick up the pieces of the latest travesty, the compound was empty. Swiftly, the captain shunpoed once more and ended up at the doorway of the chamber where prisoner’s Zanpakuto were kept while they served their sentences. A chill surely would have traveled the entirety of her body had she been conscious, for as she waded through the inches of snow in the midst of a scorching summer, there was no doubt that Shimojima had come and gone. Pink orbs scanned the scene and settled upon one space, void of the blade that once belonged to Daigo. So then, he had it, he had not only escaped the confines of his prison but he now had his hands on one of the most prolific Zanpakuto to have ever existed and he was free to do as he wished. Who would stop him? Surely not the recently deceased captain commander, certainly not the fleeing officers. So who?

"He has gone. I wonder where he will go, what his plan is...”

Although Captain Senko stood right there in the same space that she was investigating, she did not speak to him directly. This was due to the fact that she was sleeping, otherwise, the second’s captain would have been subject to a stern scolding Captain Kurayami would have normally subjected him to. Her concerns over how his involvement in the incident with Densagi would have come to light and perhaps in her anger she may have left out that she also played a monumental part in the deconstruction of the initial attempt at preventative measures. Suddenly, she felt it and it was likely that Senko did too. The spiritual power of the Kenpachi was snuffed out, nothing remained to give anyone the impression that he was still alive which had to mean that he wasn’t. It seemed that in the end, the justified rage of the scorned Shiba had proven to be too much for Otokogi and he would receive the rest he had been in need of for so many centuries. Had she been conscious, she would have felt a sense of bitter-sweet relief herself for she believed that her Lieutenant’s rampage would come to an end now that the old man was gone. Worry would have consumed her then, worry about the good man’s golden heart and worry about how he will react knowing how many he put in danger and how many his actions exterminated. Where would he go now that he was a fugitive for what he had done? What would he do, with the revenge taken, what was left? Alas, the sleeping captain slumbered away with a blank gaze fixated on Kagi. After a mildly unintelligible mumble, the woman continued to speak.

...Rocks do not make good hats…Most of the population has evacuated, to think this happened at the same time. I no longer sense Otokogi, and I do not sense the prisoner.”

Without a commander, the captains were essentially on their own and a slew of decisions to be made had been laid at their feet. It was a list of responsibilities that was now theirs to bear until any of the other captains came together to divvy the tasks out between them. With Daigo missing, to the point that neither she nor the second division captain could no longer locate him, the most pressing matter became the confrontation and imprisonment of Densagi Shiba. Now, the both of them along with the rest of the soul society had experienced the brunt of his unchained outrage not but moments before and this put exactly how difficult that could be into perspective; although he had to have exhausted most of his reserves if not half with his volatile display. There was no one left to make a decision. No one except for them.

"As much as Daigo must be persued, we aren't finished here. Densagi must be confronted."


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The events all seemed to blur together. If it wasn’t for the shadows casting themselves upon his face, Budo doubted he would even know if it was day or night. The time spent healing Shinigami caught up in the Densagi situation had thankfully decreased. Instead, an empty feeling settled in Budo's chest, too exhausted to do anymore. To tired to spend any more time wallowing, despite the fact Budo could have sworn he had never used Kaidō (回道, "Turn Way") more in his life.

And yet in the moment
Budo's pain at his circumstance lessened, he would find his thoughts drifting to the woman he had met earlier. How was it possible for one woman to be so happy all the time? Maybe it was the curiosity in him but a part of Budo felt the overwhelming need to find out more. Surely someone that gleeful had some hidden secrets or ulterior motives. Or perhaps Shizukana was just an open book, heart on her sleeve, no reason to be anything other than happy. No trauma from past events or failure in the love department to make her as scarred and bitter as Budo was.

Budo sighed under his breath and went barreling past the survivors he had managed to patch up and take back to the 4th Barracks. He went searching for any strong Shinigami who could aid in the aftermath. It took no time at all until Budo found himself in the Central District with the help of Shunpo. Budo, wanting nothing more than to desperately get out of yet another annoying situation, scanned the vicinity in search of allies to do his job for him so he could take a back seat. He felt proud knowing his assistance meant less work on his Senpai's behalf but even Budo had his limits. Those last few Shunpo Steps had almost completely put his stamina reserves on nothing more than fumes.

This was when he saw them: Shizukana and Kagi, two valiant Captains in their own right. Though, one of them stood as a feint reminder of an antagonist long ago.

Though upon seeing Shizukana, Budo became completely and utterly dumbstruck. Just standing there, mouth hanging open slightly, a noise of confusion unwittingly slipping out.

Dressed in a Shihakushō (死覇装, "Death-Conquering Robe") evidently not meant for him, which fluttered to the whims of ominous wind, Budo stood at the edge of an interaction that was sure to drive some long-forgotten daggers back into his gut. And his eyes… so full of colour and yet it was like there was nothing behind them. Like a sunny winters day. Deceptively warm. A chilling bite disguised by outward beauty. Locked directly onto Shizukana.

>>>>>ARRIVING IN THE CENTRAL DISTRICT>>>>
 
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He wasn't exactly expecting her presence to be here. Still, more than likely, she not only felt it but decided to come here to aid in investigating his barracks—the inquiry into Daigo Shimojima, whose name was mentioned during the message from the Munetoshi female. Though she was here, was she present? Kagi noticed that both eyes remained shut but not in the way when someone closed their eyes to focus, but she was asleep. Kagi soon realized this Captain's rumor that she appeared asleep but was truly awake.

Curiosity overtook his thoughts for a second as the hand itched towards his dark, hiltless blade, with his eyes facing the female Captain. But then the hand suddenly stopped before reaching the handle when he drew a blank face himself but was more confused about whether she was awake or sleeping. Could she see him? Smell him? Sensed his presence? She began to mumbled incomprehensible words that he could only make out some of them.

"Rocks....make.......hats."

Those were the words he could make out, but they did not make any sense to him and confused him. At least the rest of the sentence the Captain spoke was more coherent than she did when she first spoke. However, Kagi has long realized that Otokogi, the former Kenpachi, is no more. He died. Foolishly. But he died. In this case, Kagi and the Captain of the Fifth Division were also foolish in their own way. All three were foolish; each tried their way of handling a situation and needed to be genuinely on the same page. Yet, their action cost a life.

Nevertheless, the main foolish one in this case had been Kagi for his aggression. Many could hate him for it, but nothing within Kagi felt regretful or bad. There was nothing within him that made him second-guess his actions. At this point, his view would be 'what's done is done.' There was no point in living in the past. There had been more pressing matters, like the state of the Gotei 13 without a Captain-Commander. What shall fate hold for them now? Who will take charge as Head Commander? And.....

"WHERE IS DAIGO SHIMOJIMA!?"

Kagi's mind shouted so disdainfully for the name that it continued to repeat itself mentally over and over. It bothers him that a man who has trained all his life to hunt and track could not locate his target. It was truly frustrating. The moment he said that, the steps of the individual entered his space with some shocking expression. This young shinigami wasn't shocked at the destruction and the countless bodies he stood around, but something about the Sleeping Captain, something about her, that had him feeling this way. What exactly did he come here for?

"What is it?" his voice was irritable, yet stern and straight to the point.

Captain Senko stood there with piercing eyes at the shinigami that even he could feel the intention to kill. However, the intentions weren't towards him, the slight lust he had for the person responsible for the destruction of his barracks and the bodies that are laid all through his Division.




 

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“I remember you!”

Suddenly, the eerie stillness of Shizukana perked to complete life as the pupils once again manifested in those gem-like pink orbs. Bounciness in her voice and in her body brought the Captain of the fifth division prancing to the side of the poorly looking young man, the brave hero who had certainly done his very best in tending to the wounded and now he was so adherent to his duty that even though he had surely used nearly all of his strength, he made it to report to some of the only remaining captains. Hurriedly, she knelt down by his side and placed her gentle hands without Budo’s express permission upon each side of his arms. At once, she activated her seasoned and powerful Kaido in an attempt to immediately re-invigorate the strength, spiritual power and overall energy of the loyal soul reaper so that he might be capable of speech once again. As she blurred by Kagi, it wasn't the same husk he had been interacting with earlier. Shizukana was alight with life and her signature cheerful personality had returned as well.

“He’s far too tired to speak, Captain Senko! Can’t you see?...”

The closer that she got, the larger and wider his perspective would have come. There was no sin in it, after all he was a man and indeed enchanted by the lady’s ethereal beauty. If perhaps his eyes happened to begin to wander…

“WOAH NOW!”

Disrupting the peaceful moment instantaneously and loudly was a stuffed animal bursting forth from her between bountiful breasts. It was a horse in design, a stallion to be precise and he looked pissed. With a deep southern drawl, the plush hooves pointed at Budo, threatening to knock him across his nose and pointed up at Shizukana’s blushing and perplexed face. Oh dear, she pondered what her fellow captain would have thought of such nonsense going on in front of him when a dire situation was still very much at hand. At the moment, there really was very little that either of them could do without further instruction from the captain commander. However, she forgot briefly that he was dead and now, with so many people including those in authority having been scattered and evacuated…there was no direction to go. Not yet at least.

“Ah..”

“ HER EYES R’ UP THERE PARTN’R!”

He snorted furiously, but one of Captain Kurayami's hands left Budo since her procedure had come to a close in order to set upon the stallion's mane which seemed to soothe the savage beast for now. After all, he'd made his point.

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“Hello, I’m glad you made it here. We can use all of the help we can get!”
 
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Budo. Budo. Budo. The Devil is not as black as he is painted.

The vicinity held its breath; sinister silence punctuated only by the symphony of imminent strife. Budo, the devilish maestro had begun orchestrating the impending ballet with spectral murmurings of his unholy essence. Anticipation unfurled in the hallowed district, threads of palpable tension and echoes of conflict ruminating in the corners of his cranium. The sector, ensnared in a spell of expectant quietude. Every heartbeat echoed like a distant timpani—each rhythmic thud a heralding of the elemental crescendo that loomed on the horizon.


Budo initiated a transformative prelude. With an ethereal grace, he surged forth—an arbiter of chaotic reckoning. His sinuous movements; an amalgamation of predatory grace and restrained ferocity, beseech the emergence of a tempest veiled in enigmatic malevolence. The air was heavythick, infused, with the fragrance of fatality vibrating in consonance with the clandestine energies converging within him—the sacred geometry of their destined clash. Time itself seems to yield, bending to the cosmic choreography of hearts beating to the rhythm of this bare-knuckle symphony.

......buuuut he fell flat on his face, exhausted.

"What is it?"


Budo thought he was hearing the haunting moans of the undead echoing in the distance, or perhaps he was simply imagining things—but it was none other than the ghostly Captain Senko, questioning the tattered-up boy moments before his exhaustion caught up to him. The voice sounded like it was lost in a haze, blaring like an alarm in Budo's ears until he ultimately blacked out.

His golden orbs found difficulty in focusing upon the first few moments of his awakening, soon fixating on the cleavage of the lady—all by mistake.

“ HER EYES R’ UP THERE PARTN’R!”

Budo jumped in sudden surprise, his body crawling back slightly. A look of mild fear plastered upon his tanned baby face. Then, his attention, like a graceful waltz, shifted to the captivating healing performance of the Fifth's Captain, Shizukana. Budo occasionally glanced at the woman from his peripherals, unable to tear his eyes away from the Captain beside himself. She was so familiar.

Admittedly, Budo found himself blindsided. He had assumed his arrival would bring conflict. Not an opportunity for them to care for a weakling. He frowned, disappointed that they thought that little of him.

It was the pale light of dusk against her shoulders that awoke Budo to Shizu's healing, the hairs on his arms standing on end under the cool glow. His body shivered, aware of every muscle within. He greeted this feeling as if it were an old friend. The night was cloudless, and there for cold. The wind swooped low, punishing the young barley shoots and whipping the trees.

"H-Huuuh?!"
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