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KagiSenkō
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It was only a short time after everything was said and done before someone who wanted more for themselves approached them. This one particular person viewed themselves as feeble. She could not stand living in a state of uselessness and approached the one person she believed could help her evolve. The former member of the Second Division returned in hopes of getting what she was searching for a better future. The Captain stared at her entire visage with emotionless eyes. Still, those very eyes were staring at someone who carried themselves with determination and conviction of wanting the urge to be stronger. But could they survive the trials ahead? Did she know what she was searching for and who she sought to ask? A man is defined by only one thing: seek and assassinate.
A little time has passed since he has taken her under him, but not to the prodigal child back to the likes of Second Division but to refine her combat ability and aspects of what it means to be a Shinigami. The dark black eyes stared directly at the flame-lit candle before him; many may not understand its purpose. The silent Captain watches the bright orange-red kindle glow as it is perfectly still. It didn't sway even an inch while he sat across from a young Munetoshi woman who should have been present this time, mimicking his movement and breathing control. His chest would slightly rise as the air was taken in through the nostrils, then slowly between his lips, which caused the chest to deflate. Both hands were mashed together, and the middle finger was down to the pinky interlock with one another. The tip of the index fingers formed a triangle, with the thumbs touching together by the tip. The entire purpose of this exercise was to meditate and focus. The hands were formed this way as a hand seal known as 'Rin' to prepare her mind for the training she requested of the Captain.
He urged her to delve deep within herself, to unearth her determination to grow stronger, her yearning to shed her feelings of weakness and uselessness. Kagi wanted to hear her words, not to convince him, but to see if she had truly embraced her conviction. Training the mind and body was a serious matter, one that Kagi did not take lightly. It required discipline to be a shinigami, but it also demanded personal growth to become a better warrior. The kind of warrior needed was one who could not only defend themselves but also fulfill their duties as a shinigami. Did Fuyuko possess the necessary qualities?
For months, Kagi had tested the First lieutenant, testing her resolve and her will to carry on the duties as a shinigami. While training her, he paired her with a member from his division, Kinko Kuchiki. He allowed them to grow and evolve as individuals and what it means to work in unison as a unit. What made them compatible is they both sought strength and power, but neither had control, which is something Kagi had allowed to grow by pushing them to their limits for months on end. They both had entered their growth as shinigami and what they did from then on was entirely up to them and how they wished to shape their future.
The soft breeze withers by as it brushes against the porcelain skin of the individual who stands at the top of the rocky edge, free of any blemishes and donning a healthy appearance, and has a smooth texture that reflects light quite handsomely yet despite the youthful look on the outside, the inside was much shrouded in dark thoughts. Scarred by the very past that created his existence today, a killing tool from the shadows. The one who lives for chaos and death, and in the last 20 months, there was nothing short of destruction and eternal sleep. The fume of anger swelled within when both objectives became unsuccessful, but the main thing that bothered him most was the man who decimated his barracks and left without a trace. It placed a bad reputation on his name as the Second Division captain. Someone who has built up a reputation from his time as the Vice Commander in chief of the Stealth Force and had been simply made a fool of by one man. No. A beast of a man that goes by the name...
"Daigo Shimojima"
The name was merely a whisper from his lips while both eyes continued to stare into the beyond with every building and barracks below his current position. The Captain's haori swayed off to the side in the same direction as the wind, slowly dancing while his entire focus had been replaying the events constantly over and over in his head. The anger that has been building and slowly increasing each passing day has made him hunger for blood. Even moreso, when one man broke many laws and killed multiple people, one of them including a Captain, his sentence came down to only being imprisoned for 2000 years in the Muken. This punishment was a joke and a spit in the face to high-ranking officers, such as himself. Despite any reason the Shiba acted out for blood, his sentence should be death. An eye for an eye, and yet 2000 years is not enough to pay his debts for the countless deaths and carnage he left behind.
While those thoughts and opinions weigh heavily, he took a peer over the right shoulder, staring at the significant tool used for executed shinigami that has severely broken the laws of the Soul Society. Kagi could be seen staring at its existence. The thick ropes were wrapped around the large pole of this oversized halberd, and they kept it upright. A fine piece of instrument was meant for people like Densagi Shiba. The Captain couldn't help but think if Densagi's sentence had been influenced by that woman, who wanted to save him so badly that she nearly put herself in harm's way just to keep him safe. Did she have any influence on C46's decision? These were all his thoughts during this long ten-month period.
Swords clashing echoed around the entire vicinity, two against one. Both were doing their best to strike their target. Apparently, both shinigami did not have the will or desire to quit, no matter how worn out they may be. Yet, the Captain was not going to stop them either.
"Clang"
"Swish"
Both tried to time their strikes one after the other, only for one sword to clash against Kagi's zanpakuto; the other would be dodged, missing him and his zanpakuto entirely and only swinging towards the air. His body would be slid backward against the gravel, creating space between himself and the Third Seat and First Lieutenant. The zanpakuto was brought to his hip, slid right into the sheath, and slid until there was a clicking sound.
"That shall be enough for today. Rest up for now."
He told them both, but he gestured for his Third seat to approach him away from the pink-haired shinigami. The words he would tell Kinko were not for her to be concerned with.
"I have matters to attend to. I understand you wish to be promoted to Lt. That is something we shall thoroughly discuss upon my return; in the meantime, do not interfere with any other division affairs. Instead, you shall only observe and report. Nothing more."
His word carried weight, as he wanted Kinko to not involve himself with anyone who wasn't their business. Kinko could tell just by the tone of his Captain's voice that there would be severe consequences if he disobeyed a direct order. Was there a reason for Kagi to have Kinko focus only on their business? Kagi is sure Kinko would question his reasoning, but if he knew any better, he would not question Kagi's intention. There was a reason for everything and a why. However, it is kept secret since the Captain keeps certain things close to the chest with reason. Kagi stared in the direction of Fuyuko as they remained emotionless, and it could not be easy to read exactly what he was thinking. For months, he trained this little birdy, but it was not without conditions, and those conditions were what he expected to be met. He soon left both of them alone, leaving the area entirely while he made his way to the Captain's meeting. What exactly would a meeting with the captains entail? A new Captain Commander? They have gone ten months without one. Have they finally decided who will take over, or would the meeting be about something else entirely? The entire chain of command tipped after the prior commander was killed, leaving the Gotei 13 to hold things together on their own.
Time has passed, but not too much time, given he was already around the area when he trained both shinigami. The Captain slowly took a stride into the compound of Central Forty-Six; his steps were silent, and his presence was unknown unless someone could see him physically. Was he first to enter? Second? Last? It did not matter to him; he would have arrived when he was ready to appear; being as it may, he had his agenda in mind and hoped they would deny what he had been after all this time, and having this meeting would ensure he had an audience with them to discuss his proposition.
StephDLegend
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Pant……pant….pant……....
Sweat dripped down Kinkō’s brow as he gripped the sword in his hand tightly. He had come a long way in 20 months. The first ten months, he trained hard with Sensei Aijo in order to unlock his bankai. The other ten months, he trained with his captain, Kagi Senko, to use the bankai.
A lot happened in the last ten of those months. Shortly after unlocking bankai, Sensei Aijo was murdered by one of the Shiba. On the other side of things, The Head Captain was slain and the 2nd division was in danger from a threat they were unprepared for. Even with all of the lost, they survived it all. Aside from the death and destruction, Kinkō became the head of the clan which meant a lot of responsibility was added to his plate.
Even still, he needed to get stronger, get faster, become a force of nature. It was because of this, he took meditation and training to another degree. He agreed to work with First Lieutenant Munetoshi per his captain request. Even though they didn’t have a great relationship earlier on. Maybe it was because he thought she lacked logical reasoning and thought with her emotions during the civil war where he expected more from someone of her caliber. That was then and this was a much different time. She and him were both in search of power to do what they couldn’t do; protect themselves and their captains.
Now in the present, Kinkō and Lieutenant Munetoshi were teaming up to fight Captain Senko. He was pretty exhausted from trying his best to break his limits on how long he could maintain his bankai. “Ah!” He dashed to attack the captain but neither him nor the first lieutenant could hit the captain.
As his captain sheathed his zanpakuto and declared that the session for the day was over, Kinkō nodded as his zanpakuto reverted from Bankai into it's sealed state. He sheathed both swords and took deep breaths.
Being beckoned over, the 3rd seat followed his captain and listened to what his leader had to say. Captain Senko brought up Kinkō's drive to become a lieutenant and spoke of how that would be discussed once the captain was back. He was also given instruction, to simply observe and report without interfering with any other squad's affairs. "Yes sir."
Now that training was over, the young head of the Kuchiki wanted to meet up with his older cousin, Shibuya. Though she didn't carry the Kuchiki last name, she was still a member of the family to him. He had spent so much time meditating and training that he had almost forgotten the reason he wanted to meet up with her. As long as it didn't come at the cost of interfering with other squads' business, he would be fine.
----------------------Traveling to Northwest Seireitei: 12th Division Barracks----------------------
Sweat dripped down Kinkō’s brow as he gripped the sword in his hand tightly. He had come a long way in 20 months. The first ten months, he trained hard with Sensei Aijo in order to unlock his bankai. The other ten months, he trained with his captain, Kagi Senko, to use the bankai.
A lot happened in the last ten of those months. Shortly after unlocking bankai, Sensei Aijo was murdered by one of the Shiba. On the other side of things, The Head Captain was slain and the 2nd division was in danger from a threat they were unprepared for. Even with all of the lost, they survived it all. Aside from the death and destruction, Kinkō became the head of the clan which meant a lot of responsibility was added to his plate.
Even still, he needed to get stronger, get faster, become a force of nature. It was because of this, he took meditation and training to another degree. He agreed to work with First Lieutenant Munetoshi per his captain request. Even though they didn’t have a great relationship earlier on. Maybe it was because he thought she lacked logical reasoning and thought with her emotions during the civil war where he expected more from someone of her caliber. That was then and this was a much different time. She and him were both in search of power to do what they couldn’t do; protect themselves and their captains.
Now in the present, Kinkō and Lieutenant Munetoshi were teaming up to fight Captain Senko. He was pretty exhausted from trying his best to break his limits on how long he could maintain his bankai. “Ah!” He dashed to attack the captain but neither him nor the first lieutenant could hit the captain.
As his captain sheathed his zanpakuto and declared that the session for the day was over, Kinkō nodded as his zanpakuto reverted from Bankai into it's sealed state. He sheathed both swords and took deep breaths.
Being beckoned over, the 3rd seat followed his captain and listened to what his leader had to say. Captain Senko brought up Kinkō's drive to become a lieutenant and spoke of how that would be discussed once the captain was back. He was also given instruction, to simply observe and report without interfering with any other squad's affairs. "Yes sir."
Now that training was over, the young head of the Kuchiki wanted to meet up with his older cousin, Shibuya. Though she didn't carry the Kuchiki last name, she was still a member of the family to him. He had spent so much time meditating and training that he had almost forgotten the reason he wanted to meet up with her. As long as it didn't come at the cost of interfering with other squads' business, he would be fine.
----------------------Traveling to Northwest Seireitei: 12th Division Barracks----------------------
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Lovely Lady
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"HURRY UP!”
The plushie rabbit dashed around the room frantically. In one hand he clasped a white haori and in the other there were a pair of shoes. Next, a horse toy was sitting on the rising and lowering squishy chest and had begun to promptly smack a snoring Shizukana over and over again across her face. There was some spiritually enhanced power behind those punches that’d previously knocked a couple of rowdy shinigami out cold but they didn’t seem to rouse her in the least. After the events of her former vice-captain being facing the justice deemed fit for his crimes and the broken heart she suffered alongside it, the woman had become more of a recluse than she had ever been. Trays of food were left, finished, but outside where no social interactions could take place and she’d bath but that was not the worst part of her circumstances.
“WAKE UP! KANA YOU HAVE A MEETING! DANG IT WOMAN.”
Sleep. Wonderful, blissful, not-painful sleep. There were few times that the captain of the fifth division was actually awake. If she was not up late into the early hours of the next morning researching the same papers and books she had been for centuries searching for something, ANYTHING, she could have missed then she was fast asleep and not to be disturbed. Grunting, the two mod souls managed to get a very sleepy Kurayami stumbling to her feet and then directly into her open wardrobe.
“Awh Geez..”
Again, they got her to her feet and this time the two stuffies worked overtime getting her dressed Haori included. Romeo stood back with his hands on his hips as he panted, Fabio was barely standing.
“Huff, huff, huff. There! See, she looks fine.”
“Huff…Kana?”
“Mmm?...”
Suddenly, Shizukana’s eyes sprang open and she looked all around herself. Once she got her bearings she smiled apologetically at her two most trusted friends. Getting to her knees, she hugged them which gave them each the opportunity to dive into her brimming bosom. This was where they liked to travel, but she removed them and stood back up.
“I’m sorry guys, not today. I’m in a rush and this is a super top secret meeting so…can you be darlings and clean up the room a little?”
She asked this of them as she snatched up her phone and was halfway out of her door. The door closed and left the two slack jawed and slightly peeved but it made sense. Something was definitely going down for this meeting and they were pretty sure she was going to take some flack for her part in it. Not to mention she hadn’t gotten very far when it came to finding the traitors as she’d vowed or getting any closer to the mysteries of Hueco Mundo’s intentions.
Clack
The door’s close marked the disappearance of the fifth’s captain. Utilizing Shunpo, Shizukana flashed in existence at the entrance of the establishment where the collective captain's meeting would commence. By the looks of it, she wasn’t late and she would have hurried inside if it hadn’t been for a sharp beep coming from her denreishinki. Flipping its rose gold half up, she quickly scanned the message that she had gotten.
'captain kurayami.
do forgive the suddenness of these messages.
i have come upon some down time.
would you care for lunch?'
Elation surged through Captain Kurayami when she read the words and realized who the message had come from. Oh how she enjoyed spending what little time she could with the lady Shibuya and she truly wanted nothing more than to forgo this bureaucratic scolding so that she could indulge in a fine day’s lunch but…duty called.
‘Omg i want to sooooo bad :c but i gotta go to this dumb meeting! If you have time later let’s do dinner?’
Finishing this text, she’d wait until after the meeting had concluded before responding. This was out of respect for her colleagues that would soon be joining her or perhaps had already arrived. Passing through the threshold, she lifted her hand now and then because an overzealous servant or even masked members of the central 46 couldn’t hide their adoration for her and waved desiring for her to wave back; to which she did! Enthusiastically. It was like a celebrity strolling down the red carpet giving her blessings where she was able. However, it is then she spies evidence that she had not been the first to get there.
“Kagi!”
Despite the incident between Densagi, she and he…ten months had passed and she’d forgiven the transgressions that had brought about such a discouraging end. However, this meant that she was overjoyed to see the second’s captain. Simply because she was just that kind of bubbly and fun loving person.
"How are you? Goodness, how long's it been ammiright? You ready for this?"
KagiSenkō
Member
Upon entering the corridor of Central 46, which had forty-six members, Kagi navigated his way to the meeting location. While being the first to arrive, it was unnecessary to precisely maintain a stealthy approach upon entering; there was no point. Each step was at an average pace; he wasn't rushing to reach the destination, just taking his time, as each step made was a soft tap sound down the long, dark passage. During the Captain's stroll down the narrow hallway, he left the division briefly with Kinko. It was a testament to see if he could obey his orders. It seemed simple, but it wasn't to someone who always jumped at the opportunity to be a hero. Kinko was the type of young man who had been head strong and bold. However, he is loyal to a fault and also a royalist who abides by laws and rules, so following those specific orders is to determine whether it will make or break him into something more or remain stagnant and become nothing but an old shell who only good for obeying the laws and rules and show him and to teach him how to embrace the chaos.
Kagi's thoughts were of a better future for Division 2. If this so-called meeting would give him exactly what he shall propose once more, as he did ten months ago, it would open up more opportunities to support his ability to provide a more efficient division for his plans. The dark path was no longer as he stepped into whatever the light in the next room had provided; his entire appearance had been visible at this time for everyone to see, yet they would be unable to see his eyes from their seats as they sat a bit higher to look down upon those who stand in the center of this particular room, the straw hat blocked them from seeing his eyes. He didn't say a word nor glance at any seated members hiding behind their numbers 1-46 plaques.
"Welcome, Captain Senko."
One would greet the Captain, but Kagi remains silent. He has no words, not even a greeting for any members here until the meeting officially starts. Yet, someone else had arrived shortly after and greeted him.
She came off as chipper and giddy, happy to see the Second Division's presence upon arrival despite how things went during the Shiba incident. Was this her way of saying "forgive and forget"? No, that couldn't be the case; seeing her actions against Densagi, she's a kind-hearted soul with a passion for being everyone's friend and willing to throw herself in the fire to save them. He would take a moment to think about when he found himself watching from a distance at one point or right under her nose sometime during the ten months, watching her day-to-day operations. His presence then would be, as it is right now, nonexistence. Upon seeing her face-to-face once again, many thoughts went through his head, and he wasn't sure how he would feel or think if he ever saw her. Unlike the day they both arrived at the barracks of Second Division, it was that day the feeling of anger and disappointment took over, even to the point of willingly being ready to take her life to temporarily feed his bloodlust for the person whose blood he indeed sought out but escape before his arrival.
However, he has no blood lust toward her now; he finds the Captain of Fifth fascinating. How could someone appear to be so innocent and yet have no violent bones in their bodies? At least he has never witnessed her being violent in any shape or form. What exactly makes her tick? Kagi could say he was compelled to find out personally for himself one day. It was something about this woman that he was viewing things from a different spectrum where violence wasn't always the answer, where Kagi would argue otherwise because that was all he knew. Learning her and studying her ways could give him an idea of learning balance. To understand what it means to be empathetic, something Kagi would never believe in his lifetime would be something he could understand. Yet, he quickly changes his non-existent charisma into something else at the flick of a light switch. His straw hat flipped to where it would hang behind his head; revealing his entire face to her for both eyes to see, his smile was wide, and much like she was, he was returning the same giddy composure towards her. Having this innocent look about him.
"Ah, Captain Shizukana! I'm glad to see you here! It has been what? Ten months since we last saw each other? Time flies; it still seems like everything happened only yesterday. I want to ask you, do you have any idea what this meeting will be about?"
Kasu Shinka
New member
“ Captain Shinka, is it bout time to return to the Soul Society?”
“ …”
Over the span of ten months, she has been hard at work, diligently cleaning up the mess that has been left over from her battle against the Arrancar. Her mind had been scattered, focus wavering in the heat of conflict, resulting in the loss of her left arm. Severed clean at the elbow, at the eventual passing of battle, the Arrancar had escaped with its life, whilst the Captain managed to survive even with her wits tossed and scrambled. It was only her years of training and battle that she remains alive…
Weeks after Captain Shinka returned to the domain of Souls and tended to her wounds, both physically and mentally. She'd find herself returning to the Human World frequently, searching for her adversary as well as traces of Arrancar activity and other suspicions that may arise. Choosing not to replace her missing arm, she saw it as a reminder of both the battle and the cause of her mental weakness. The loss of another Commander, truly brought her to past trauma that clearly continued to haunt her. So much so, she was forced to attend therapy and mental evaluation through both Squads of Twelve and Fourth.
To no surprise she avoided these evaluations as often as she could, until C46 had gotten involved and made a personal direct order… Utterly her work in the Human World had to be left to her subordinates, in which they managed well without her, as she expected. In this time she had caught up on the ongoing battle that transpired between three Captains and a Lieutenant. It resulted in the death of a friend and mentor, Captain Aijo, the known Kenpachi…
The day came where the remaining Captains of the Gotei were called to a meeting. Captain Shinka wasted little time, expended no energy in her travels at high levels of speed in order to arrive in the Central region of the Seireitei. It is these same steps that her feet made quick work of the difference between the entrance of the Central Compound to its inner bowels where the meeting is to be held. Both Captain Shizukana and Captain Senko find themselves in both a greeting and conversation. Captain Shinka slipped in, perhaps a small and slight gust of wind would move past them to make her presence known, but whether she is known to them or not, her visage did not portray an air of conversation.
Captain Shinka stands before the very crowd that she had stood before as a Lieutenant. The same Crowd that had placed the previous Commander under death's hand. Her magenta orbs stared into the abyss of nothingness as she awaited the conclusion of this meeting.
“ …”
Nobody
Member
Arms still very much poised behind him, Itaku continues to stroll lightly taking his precious time with each step. He smiles and nods in greeting as he is known to do to any who speak to him. Like Captain Shizukana, the young Captain is held in high regard, having an excellent rapport with many throughout the Seireitei. Despite his hollowfication, there is little to no negative words spoken about regarding the Captain especially after the incident Ten Months ago. With all the injured that needed to be tended to and all the perceived good he had done both directly and indirectly, his reputation was that much higher among the rabble of Shinigami.
Feet leisurely carry him past the Second Division barracks gates, his ponytail bouncing and swaying with each light step. By now, the Second Division Captain had long since arrived ahead of the others, something that is perhaps to be expected given the man's tendencies. He comes to a brief halt, stretching from one side then the next.
The route taken by the Captain of Fifth and the speed in her steps prevents her from ever passing by the dallying Itaku. Like the Lieutenant of the Second Division, she too arrives before the healer. Delayed by a message from a friend as she types away at her phone Itaku continues to enjoy his stroll. 'What could they be bothering me about I wonder.' Itaku's mind finally begins to drift towards the meeting, bringing his feet to a standstill once more. He grips his chin in thought, and selfishly considers the meeting to be something bothering HIS precious time rather that of him and his colleagues. By now the two Captains present there had exchanged their greetings and pleasantries, another Captain arriving as they do, also taking a rushed path that prevents her from passing by the dawdling Itaku.
'Could it be about the recent infighting that's been going on? Not sure what they'd want us to do about that.' He pauses to think, before moving on to the next possibility. 'Maybe its about the absence of a Commander. But what could that ha- wait! They wouldn't try to make one of US the new Commander would they?!' His new assumption is heavier than the last. He quietly dismisses it, given all of them are fairly new Captains. He mulls over his thoughts one after the other before tiring himself off mentally.
Unable to come to a reasonable conclusion he continues on his way, seconds passing into minutes, minutes that seem to multiply, leaving those that have already gathered still waiting. Finally, after what possibly seemed like an eternity, he arrives at the entrance to the grand halls of Central 46. Like the others, once his identity is confirmed the doors open but only enough to allow him to pass through, closing behind him soon after. He is greeted by darkness. Time becomes irrelevant, unrecognizable in the sea of black, and after an eternity, the darkness recedes...barely to reveal those gathered in the center under the sparse light in the massive room.
"Oh my, am I the last one?"
He lets out a casual almost nervous laugh as he scratches the back of his head while approaching his "colleagues". He greets each of them with a nod and a smile.
"Sooo...anyone know or have any guess as to why we've all been called today?"
R
Rizzless Otaku
Guest
A behemoth of a man takes a step through the Fifth Barrack's Gates. Standing at 6’8", 328 pounds, this man begins to march through the Barracks as music roars through the scene. Behind him was an entourage of Fifth's members of various ages, sizes, and shapes, all carrying grand speakers on their backs to play the man's entrance music.
As he reaches the border separating the training grounds and main building, he suddenly takes to the air!
Jumping high into the air, he soars into the sky, reaching the clouds as he casts a shadow over other on-looking Soul Reapers. The music only grows louder as the man's entourage roar, cheer, and clap as the man releases his top layers of clothing to wave through the air and fly high. He then dives down, flipping as he did so. 360, 720, 1080, 1440, and 1800! 5 full rotations before slamming into the ground, all before the Barracks that held one particular woman.
He lands, kneeling at first as he makes a cross across his chest before kissing his hand and suddenly standing with his hand high in air. It was here, when he makes his presence known….
“SHIZUKANAAAA! I CHALLENGE YOU, DUEL ME AND ALLOW ME TO PROVE WHY I SHOULD BE THE NEXT LIEUTENANT!!!”
Benjirou let forth an earth-shaking bellow at the Captain's Office, trying to gain her attention from the outside. He used every fibre of his powerful body to exert that scream, and those unprepared would thing their eardrums temporarily burst.
The man observes the building with zeal, excitement, wariness and fear. It is a cocktail of emotions, a spectrum of expectations and thoughts that passed over him. For those observing this particular match, they undoubtedly share a perspective similar to those who know nothing about the man known as Benjirou. They perceive a haughtiness about the titan born from arrogance, a sense of elitism; and truly who could blame them, as the wrestler is known for his air of arrogance
He pushed a hand through his hair, Benjirou's head slowly grinding to the side, as if achingly moved by a bulldozer. One could describe the man's presence as intimidating or frightening; that alone wasn't the only factor. The expression on Benjirou's face wasn't some lazy bumpkin. Rather the look of someone willing to harm by any means necessary. The one side of his face along the surface was shrouded in darkness. Yet, still, there was an ever-glowing golden light piercing through that dark side. The left side of his face was left untouched by the shadow, where one eye was also lit in the same fashion. This monster was holding his teeth together, tightening that jaw in the same sense of wearing a weird yet menacing smile. However, behind those luminous amber hues was a wide-awake demon. So full of life and thirst—it had to BATTLE!
Jumping high into the air, he soars into the sky, reaching the clouds as he casts a shadow over other on-looking Soul Reapers. The music only grows louder as the man's entourage roar, cheer, and clap as the man releases his top layers of clothing to wave through the air and fly high. He then dives down, flipping as he did so. 360, 720, 1080, 1440, and 1800! 5 full rotations before slamming into the ground, all before the Barracks that held one particular woman.
He lands, kneeling at first as he makes a cross across his chest before kissing his hand and suddenly standing with his hand high in air. It was here, when he makes his presence known….
“SHIZUKANAAAA! I CHALLENGE YOU, DUEL ME AND ALLOW ME TO PROVE WHY I SHOULD BE THE NEXT LIEUTENANT!!!”
Benjirou let forth an earth-shaking bellow at the Captain's Office, trying to gain her attention from the outside. He used every fibre of his powerful body to exert that scream, and those unprepared would thing their eardrums temporarily burst.
The man observes the building with zeal, excitement, wariness and fear. It is a cocktail of emotions, a spectrum of expectations and thoughts that passed over him. For those observing this particular match, they undoubtedly share a perspective similar to those who know nothing about the man known as Benjirou. They perceive a haughtiness about the titan born from arrogance, a sense of elitism; and truly who could blame them, as the wrestler is known for his air of arrogance
He pushed a hand through his hair, Benjirou's head slowly grinding to the side, as if achingly moved by a bulldozer. One could describe the man's presence as intimidating or frightening; that alone wasn't the only factor. The expression on Benjirou's face wasn't some lazy bumpkin. Rather the look of someone willing to harm by any means necessary. The one side of his face along the surface was shrouded in darkness. Yet, still, there was an ever-glowing golden light piercing through that dark side. The left side of his face was left untouched by the shadow, where one eye was also lit in the same fashion. This monster was holding his teeth together, tightening that jaw in the same sense of wearing a weird yet menacing smile. However, behind those luminous amber hues was a wide-awake demon. So full of life and thirst—it had to BATTLE!
But... Shizukana had left already. Off to this Captain's meeting and leaving Benny behind.
“DAMMIT!!!”
“DAMMIT!!!”
Amaya Munetoshi
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Ten months since that day. Ten months since the sound of cracking, the sound of metal shattering. Even though time moved on waiting for none. One can state time never moved from the place it was within a certain pink haired shinigami’s mind.
Even now tending to life was dull. Since the death of not only the Kenpachi aijo but to the captain she followed. Every word, every memory was fresh in her mind only to be interrupted by the sound of bones cracking. To be the one who would enter the central underground prison with the captain commander under his orders alive. Then to return to the surface carrying not only his dead body but baring the broken zanpackuto that was once whole and willing to work with her. She went through the investigation. Giving all the information she was allowed to. While she was loyal to the gotei, to the soul society. She had some things of personal preference or spoke. Order she wasn’t going to break such as the time within the Omni, then her time as her captains Lt.
She had all the evidence from his body to the letter and the knowledge of what happened within the prison, to prove her innocence. However, even she knew getting proven innocent by the gotei never fully allowed innocent to those who viewed things of other reasons. She knew the truth, her trial proved her innocents and at least for the time being. She was still the head lieutenant.
Her dull emerald eyes kept watch of kagi’s movements as she swung with each and every strike. It was a dance she was familiar with. Centuries of training in the Omni, under its leader and second in command. It was a first nature so the speak. To shut off her heart, her feelings. To balance life and death with each swing. She moved around the third seats strikes. It was easier with two blades going against one not 3 blades. While she could have made the third seat adapt around her movements. She was faster. She could adapt quicker. This training was more for him then her.
She watched him get a distance from them before staring the end of the training session. She stood up straight before twirling the blade within her right hand sheathing it on her left side. She folded her hands within her willow sleeves hanging down in front of her as she listened to kagi called to kinko, setting forth instructions and what he planned for a future session.
It wa then his eyes meet her own. She held no expression to be seen whether under her masked veil or even her eyes. Such things was non existent for the time being. She watched him in Silent acknowledgment before she turned on her heels. Knowing her presence was not needed. He had an important meeting with the other captains. She had theories among others who knew of the meeting with central 46. The possibility of the new captain commander chosen among the captains, possibly an acknowledgment of her position changing. For all she knew it could be about the changing on the squad holdings. She use to attend some with her former captain when Lts. were allowed. It was always interesting to see the greatest of the gotei in one room guiding the fate of those under them.
Without a word or acknowledgment she shunpo away leaving off to the first squad hq. Even if curiosity was peaking her interest. She still had a job to do. She still had paperwork to do. Files to go through, a squad to still run. Reguardless how she was to feel. The gotei come first, her squad is first. She will always be the last thing to be dealt with at the end of the day.
————-leaving second squad barracks, heading to 1st squad Hq.
Even now tending to life was dull. Since the death of not only the Kenpachi aijo but to the captain she followed. Every word, every memory was fresh in her mind only to be interrupted by the sound of bones cracking. To be the one who would enter the central underground prison with the captain commander under his orders alive. Then to return to the surface carrying not only his dead body but baring the broken zanpackuto that was once whole and willing to work with her. She went through the investigation. Giving all the information she was allowed to. While she was loyal to the gotei, to the soul society. She had some things of personal preference or spoke. Order she wasn’t going to break such as the time within the Omni, then her time as her captains Lt.
She had all the evidence from his body to the letter and the knowledge of what happened within the prison, to prove her innocence. However, even she knew getting proven innocent by the gotei never fully allowed innocent to those who viewed things of other reasons. She knew the truth, her trial proved her innocents and at least for the time being. She was still the head lieutenant.
Her dull emerald eyes kept watch of kagi’s movements as she swung with each and every strike. It was a dance she was familiar with. Centuries of training in the Omni, under its leader and second in command. It was a first nature so the speak. To shut off her heart, her feelings. To balance life and death with each swing. She moved around the third seats strikes. It was easier with two blades going against one not 3 blades. While she could have made the third seat adapt around her movements. She was faster. She could adapt quicker. This training was more for him then her.
She watched him get a distance from them before staring the end of the training session. She stood up straight before twirling the blade within her right hand sheathing it on her left side. She folded her hands within her willow sleeves hanging down in front of her as she listened to kagi called to kinko, setting forth instructions and what he planned for a future session.
It wa then his eyes meet her own. She held no expression to be seen whether under her masked veil or even her eyes. Such things was non existent for the time being. She watched him in Silent acknowledgment before she turned on her heels. Knowing her presence was not needed. He had an important meeting with the other captains. She had theories among others who knew of the meeting with central 46. The possibility of the new captain commander chosen among the captains, possibly an acknowledgment of her position changing. For all she knew it could be about the changing on the squad holdings. She use to attend some with her former captain when Lts. were allowed. It was always interesting to see the greatest of the gotei in one room guiding the fate of those under them.
Without a word or acknowledgment she shunpo away leaving off to the first squad hq. Even if curiosity was peaking her interest. She still had a job to do. She still had paperwork to do. Files to go through, a squad to still run. Reguardless how she was to feel. The gotei come first, her squad is first. She will always be the last thing to be dealt with at the end of the day.
————-leaving second squad barracks, heading to 1st squad Hq.