Jushiro Izanagi
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Ten long years of confinement inside the Seireitei. And now finally Jushiro Izanagi, Captain of the tenth division had a legitimate reason to visit the world of the living. It was exciting, to him it felt like freedom. He lusted over basking in the air of the city he was charged with protecting. It had been so long, he couldn’t help but wonder just how much things changed within that time. Were there new buildings? Possibly a new bakery for that funky Arrancar Estarossa to send his mates on errands? If memory serves right, the last one was destroyed during an incident. One where he met a long time opponent, that jagged-teeth Witch. Emillia whatever the rest of her name was. Her resurrection transformed her into something unsightly, but she has a nice body though. Then there was that trifling human (Victoria)who managed to suck the air out of his lungs. That too felt like sorcery at the time. Was she actually human and whatever happened to her and that loud mouth she was rolling with? The memories, some were fond memories and others left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He was edging closer to his destination and all of those memories were cast to the wayside. The Captain was only here for one reason and that was to deal with this Antonio situation. Jushiro followed the same coordinates from which the messages were sent to him. His arrival was announced by the soft blue light peering from behind the Senkaimon gate. The black mask was first to be noticed, a sure way of identifying the man. And immediately the functions of the mask went to work. Always active as it gave the man some new insights. Stepping out from behind the Senkaimon gate atop of the skyscraper. Jushiro was immediately greeted by the Shinigami Antonio used to make his desperate plea.
“Taicho! He’s gone….he said he was being hunted by some beings called Quimchee? Oh wait Kwinshi? Maybe it was Quonkies? I think that’s what he said. They fought, well..it was more like sport for them. It happened down there ”.
The man said as he frantically scrambled towards the Captain while pointing to the streets below. Immediately Jushiro realised that the man was unsure as to what he heard. Maybe he was in shock to properly comprehend what Antonio had said. The mask remained blank for now as the silver haired man chose not to reveal his thoughts and feelings. His senses remained sharp and without much delay he moved towards the edge of the building. Stepping forward as he air walked across the skyline, carefully observing the different buildings around. He could see where the Garagunta was opened and there was something more. It was less known to the Captain but the data was recorded and already stored away. The energy signatures were different compared to the conventional Kumon, Garagunta or even a Senkaimon. The man said nothing, using only a slight lean of his head to dismiss the Shinigami. The failure to truly recall the name of those pursuing Antonio needed addressing.
Even worse was the fact that he couldn’t sense Antonio’s presence. Was he actually gone? There was some truth in what he said, even if his report missed one key detail. Before long though, the scene of Antonio’s demise became clear. And perhaps the ones responsible for purging an enemy of the Gotei 13 were the strangely cladded quintet down below. Izanagi did not react immediately to their presence, he took to observing, recording and analysing those present.
If they were truly responsible for disposing of Antonio, then that meant they’re capable warriors. The Arrancar which invaded the Soul Society possessed Soul King pieces/parts. It was all the same, since it gave them a boost to their power and abilities. This was evident during the numerous battles which took place inside the Seireitei. It begs the question. Did they dispose of Antonio so quickly despite having a Soul King part? A most intriguing thought. The Captain felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. The relief being that Antonio was no longer and so not a threat to the Shinigami. It was disappointing since it was a missed opportunity to ask questions and gain some insight. For him to reach out to the Shinigami stinks of desperation.
Without much delay, Izanagi began a slow descent towards the five individuals down below. Air walking as if traversing some invisible stairs. He expected Seimei to be in attendance also. His job was to provide cover or back up should things go awry.
“I expected to arrive and see the Espada still alive. Instead, he was eliminated swiftly. It’s amazing when you think about the trouble they gave us over ten years ago. Are the Shinigami that weak? Unacceptable”.
The man thought as he moved closer, unhurried and yet his posture and demeanour showed that he was guarded. Not one to leave himself wide open for assault. He was unsure on how this exchange would go, either way, he was ready to respond with words or through brute force.
