[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

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The training regiment recently completed by Jizakai was finished and had served its purpose for the time being. Or rather one could look at it, Jizakai has finalized what was required and needed. Whether it was enough was out of the question, for until absolution was grasped and held onto he would be far from the truth. The truth in which the Ametsuchi envisions himself, at the top like an apex predator. Understanding where one is, honestly, leads one to be self-aware of their surroundings and the reality that encompasses the world. This world was vast and filled with powerful shinigami, some of who possess legendary power but more significantly skill. Reality did not end here within the Seireitei but extended to other worlds, like Hueco Mundo and the hollows that existed. Within that ranks also Arrancar who are notorious for their power and unique abilities, which at times require multiple high-ranking and skilled individuals to take them on. A sigh would escape the mouths of Jizakai, flowing with the wind that drove it and dispersed. Within the Arrancar were Espada, who Jizakai simply could not ignore. Ignorant of many people's power and skills, at least to the full extent made the shinigami ponder on how powerful were the humans. No doubt about it some of the quincies must have been some serious combatants. The exhausted lips turned into a quite cynical smile, pondering on the opportunity of expansion to his own life experiences by combating individuals, and those from different races. Yet fighting people was not without its risk, it could burn bridges, cause friction amongst people or entire division and even conflict within the Soul Society. Jizakai understood the ultimate one of them all was death. Yet absolution could not be reached without risk, and the reward could be all that one hopes for. And positive thinking drove the inspiration, discipline, and curiosity to strengthen his resolve, and Ametsuchi made his pride win at any and all cost regardless of the circumstance.
"Reality is not black or white, there is no right or wrong there is the only perspective. Perspective is meant to be colorful, it should be allowed depth and width, for without it potential is limited. Order is restricted, chaos is bounded, rules are taken and given, then they are broken and dissipated. Then there is consciousness, emotions, all of these things are twisted. All of these are pure, all of them are instinct. Above all: each is True. In this vast expanse of infinite possibilities, infinite solutions, yet I choose to want absolution. I assume the threads of fate or the preservation of free will shall prevail. In the end, I'm an Ametsuchi and I shall get what's mine by receiving or taking."
Tap, Tap, Tap
The order of alignment, the execution of practice, and discipline. Above anything else, obedience was heard approaching. The footsteps of others who seemed to welcome themselves to his presence. Perhaps his friendly display had warranted the behavior of casually approaching, nevertheless he did not react or hint in any manner of a disturbance. In fact, when registering the approach of the Priestess, Jizakai gave a pleasant greeting with a smile and nod. Observing the readied squad surrounding her, he intently listened. He heard her words but he also understood the situation for what it was. Even though he was in the fifth seat, the Priestess was a high-ranking official indirect relationship with Captain Oda. Maybe the Priestess was powerful enough for him to fight. The thought grazed over his mind, as he understood should he combat her punishment would certainly ensue. The Priestess was fish but not a suitable meal, he deemed it so off of intuition. His mesmerizing eyes would have read this, whether she was able to comprehend his mood and intent mattered not because she did not. It was disappointing, even more so that a member of the fifth division was injured by another. The fact a Vice-Captain had injured Himari, a fourth seat of the fifth division boiled animosity for Katsuo Oda. Clenching his fist the Ametsuchi turned around. Accepting the request and seeking to uphold the duties of the division, simply because he respected the leader, Captain Tenzen Oda. Before departing into a singular flash-step, Jizakai spoke out loud.
"It is sad... A higher-ranking officer of this division was defeated... A higher-ranking officer than me... It is a sad day for the fifth division Priestess, wouldn't you say? Are you not embarrassed by this disgrace! The fact that a higher-ranking officer lost to a member of another division... It irks my core. It questions my own identity. My own ability... Surely I am interested and will accept this investigation. I'll return at the opportune time when this mission is completed."

 

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The Fifth Division, since in the care of their new Kido Chief and Captain Tenzen Oda has been heavily militarized, perhaps moreso than they’ve ever been before. The Division has seen little rest, their Captain ensuring that at any given moment an attack is waged against them by his heavy and cruel hand. The few moments of solace they have found has been the times where their Captain and Lieutenant have been called away, drawn towards the territory of the First Division to be pummeled and beaten by the Commander, Captain Kagayaki. While the lower seated and unseated members may silently rejoice, the more intelligent realize there is much cause for alarm. Both their Captain and Vice Captain are away, fighting desperately for their lives, their Third seat who had been missing for over a century has finally returned, his mangled body now recovering under the care of the Fourth Division, and their Fourth Seat who had also received an injury demanding the Fourth Division’s mending hands. The strongest members of the Division, their main fighting force are away leaving the Division itself otherwise vulnerable.
Fifth Seat Jizakai Ametsuchi is approached by an esteemed priestess of the Kido Corps. While the Captain’s, Lieutenant’s and third seat’s extended absence is understood and accounted for, there is cause for alarm for their fourth seat being absent as long as she has been, and thus the Ametsuchi is called forward to investigate and if possible, retrieve his superior.
Caught up in his perception of strength distorted by the teachings of his family, the prejudiced thinking of the noble blooded he voices his thoughts. He finds dishonor in Himari’s defeat at the hands of a Lieutenant, believes it to be a stain on their division. Completing his thoughts born from ignorance, the Fifth seat’s shunpo sends him vanishing from the borders of the Fifth Division, making his way towards the barracks of the Fourth. Little did he, or anyone else in Fifth know..Himari was long gone.
It is only once the Fifth Seat has gone, does another almost simultaneously, and silently appear. A single being arrives, his body clad in dark garments he appears as more of a shadow than a man. There is no hint to this man’s identity, no evidence of who he might be — and that is because who he is, his identity beyond being an agent of the Onmitsukido is irrelevant. He is insignificant beyond his mission, his purpose and today, at this moment his purpose is...messenger.

”Priestess.”
He acknowledges the Priestess, his tone flat and monotone. Like him she too is faceless, nameless..without an identity beyond her role in her respective organization, beyond her mission. While he does not turn his head or observe his surroundings he performs a brief cursory scan of his surroundings before a more extensive search reveals that those holding authority within the Fifth Division were absent. Unable to report to Captain Oda or Lieutenant Suta, unable to locate Third seat Yugameru and unwilling to pursue a mere Fifth Seat, the agent chooses to instead pass on his Commander’s words to the woman before him.
”Captain Mukuro has a message that he wishes passed on to Captain Oda. Fourth Seat Himari Shimizu of the Fifth Division has tendered her transfer from the Fifth Division and will serve under him in the Second Division and the Onmitsukido. As he has immediately sent her to begin her indoctrination into our ways and as he has another matter to attend to, the paperwork regarding the official transfer is delayed.”
Similar to how she spoke to the Ametsuchi, the agent spoke directly. There were no lies or half truths told as was often common among those in his line of work. The moment he had relayed the message he vanished, sparing no time for a response or exchange of words or pleasantries. Ironic, that the very mission the Fifth seat has been given is resolved by a single messenger.

 

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High amounts of tension had amassed within the heart of the Seireitei. No more or less than what was commonly present anyway. While different parties bickered and plotted within their respective ranks there was one amongst the fray entirely oblivious to every ordeal charging forth into it all through the muck with their sights set on only one individual signature roaming about. Something that those eyes would not have been able to ascertain without the help of a winded lackie hot on her heels pointing her in the way of what she was aiming for. All of the fires burning away were nothing in the face of her boisterous spiritual power swarming and swelling about her person as she neared her destination. Rafters shook, the ground trembled in her wake and everyone with even an ounce of sensory capability could feel it. In fact, they could not do anything but to feel it’s weight crushing down on them. Threatening to suffocate them with it’s sheer intensity. All of this because of the rage that was broiling inside of the captain of the eleventh division.
“ He’s just up ahead, Captain.”
“ When I find ‘im ya get lost.”
There wasn’t verbal confirmation but she knew her guide understood what Hageshi was trying to convey. It was that she didn’t plan on leaving the eighth division empty handed. Certainly not without another guide. The only one that she was there to seek. The one that she was there to recover. The one that got away.
As she came upon the eighth division grounds, plenty of on lookers stood stunned not only by her impressive reiatsu but the very presence of the matron at all. This place was not one of Hageshi’s stomping grounds and so to see her there donning a haori of all things was shocking to say the least. Especially since her promotion was so fresh and there were few who were even aware of it happening. Why was she there?! What did someone like her want? There weren’t superbly strong opponents waiting for her as far as they knew. So what could someone like her possibly want?!
“ He should be just up here, but he ain't alone.”
Her minion chimed up as they got closer and closer. Like a bloodhound sniffing out it’s lead she could tell enough that they were closing in on those signatures. One she could clearly recognize now and by this point she could have been drooling. The anticipation of seeing one of her few friends after such a long time entangled with anger she felt due to something that he did. A mistake that he had made. A wrong that she intended to right. Immediately. There was also one that she did not know and wanted to find out just who it belonged to. Who it was that was close to he who had little to no friends close to two hundred years ago? Who was it that spent time with Ueki while she was gone? Or was this person a stranger to him and perhaps this was their first meeting? It would be absolutely rude to interrupt such a union but as usual Hageshi had no concept of such a thing.
Finally, the two of them rounded a corner only to come upon a scene that was expected. There he was looking no different than before. Almost like he’d been suspended in time waiting for her to return. Waiting for something to happen. Instantly, as he had been ordered, her guide took off in the other direction back toward his division leaving the Captain to stand leering in the silver haired man’s direction surrounded by firey reiatsu.

“ Ueki. Ya made a mess a’ things while I was gone didn’t ya!”
Just how would the previous Vice-Captain react to seeing her now? To Omoni, nothing had truly changed about either of them. All that was different had been the haori hanging off her shoulders so how would he feel, what would he do seeing her promoted to Captain. Something that she refused time and time again and he had to have been aware of that. Then she wondered, if maybe he didn’t remember her anymore. Maybe she would have to remind him.
“Who’s ya little friend?”

 

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Yasu Yūgure is simple.
She is by no means a nuanced artist such as the likes of Kyomu Mukuro, nor was she as cunning as the Shinigami known as Tenzen Oda. Her speed still lacks even against the renowned Yū Nakamoto, and her strength paled in comparison to that of the Commander, Higen Kagayaki. These four captains were the pinnacle of their respective arts, prodigal children, born-killers, restless savages, and ultimate powerhouses; respected, feared, even worshipped… Captain Yūgure of the Ninth Division had stood in the shadows of her peers in the past, and even now, she is shaded by their might. In normal circumstances, this would upset many and cause their lack of worth to be questioned. However…
Yasu Yūgure was anything but normal.
Like all Shinigami, Yasu had gone through her trials in the Shino’o Academy and became one of many soldiers, nameless and faceless in the Second Division. Despite being personally chosen by the Phantom before her graduation, Yasu would have to prove herself through each and every given mission, regardless of its contents. She complained not, out of fear that the ruthless man would end her life at any notice of hesitation. Slowly did she climb up the provisional ladder, the ranks being claimed one right after the other until she rested soundly at his side for many years, unmoving, unpressured, unmotivated to reach further heights. Perhaps it was the responsibility that she feared, or fear that once she had left this safe place, everything would change. Yet everything did change, much faster than she wanted, but the young Shinigami had no choice but to grow up quickly so that she would no longer burden those that she devotes her life the most.
Tragedy after tragedy, Yasu is not numb to the plights which befall the Seireitei, her subordinates, her peers, even the things that befall her superiors. She stands tall, even after what has happened to her, even after the constant battles for control of her soul, and the doubts of those around her. The girl does not bend, even after the mutilation of her arm in her trial for captaincy, fueled by the need to prove her worth. And she succeeds if only for a moment. It is clear that she stands among the strongest, yet now, as she faces the Commander in his might, the condescending aura that radiates off his person is sickly palpable and it induces nothing but pure rage and the desire to watch him burn.
Commander Kagayaki made her absolutely sick. All-powerful, ignoring the gentle patter of the Fifth Lieutenant’s rain to focus solely on her. While he may have looked upon her as no more but a pest, it was enough recognition to her that her prowess would be recognized enough to be dealt with so harshly. From the moment she had stepped foot into the Academy, Yasu lived and breathed as a weapon of destruction that would fight for the Soul Society at any cost -- even her own life. Even now, her life is deemed only as worthy as the amount of effort she puts into it. These one hundred years were relentless in molding her into an absolute pillar of strength.
His actions sever the many tendrils that threaten to cater to his seclusion, splitting the waves of black that once towered him so desperately. The Commander moves so fluidly in succession that his confidence blinds him for a moment, but that moment seems like an eternity to the youngest captain of the Gotei Thirteen. Yasu thanks herself for her stubbornness in denying herself the privilege to have her left arm restored back to her. As such, it seems that the Commander has imagined the girl would be so oblivious and foolish to lay a bare hand on the magnanimous creature that he is without a single thought of the consequences behind it. Like the many in which desired to ensnare him, this motion was simply known as Saiken (再建, "Reconstruction"). After the loss of her left arm during her captaincy exam against Yū Nakamoto, Yasu was forced to create a makeshift arm out of her own element, a method in which she uses for both juvenile and methodical means. The additional use of such a mundane spell as Geki only would further aid her in making it seem realistic and reckless.
He is quick to flick his assaulted leg up with the hopes of ripping her right out of her field, but much like the many other tendrils that loomed over his being, this too would be torn asunder, but she would remain, poised and undeterred as she releases the hellish stream that burns with a fiery passion to incinerate the body he has honed to be impenetrable and indestructible by anything and all he deems futile. It is the blinding white light that deters him first, and the scalding heat that pressures against his body. Raw, unadulterated, unhinged power slipped past her skeletal maw in swiftness, and in tandem, the wrath of the Buddhist is also lain in his dastardly spell activates in quiet succession. The sly dog had used the power of the marsh well, and the puppet known as Yasu Yūgure had assisted without immediate fault. As such, Yasu deems this time for her departure, and she slinks into the marsh, gone from the immediate area of convoluted, imminent destruction.
She is no fool. To think that a single spell would befall the Commander was dangerous, and to imagine that only a single spell emanates from the Kidō Chief is near suicide to stand idly in his warpath. As such, the young brat sprouts from a bloomed lotus just behind the Fifth Division’s Captain, steam billowing from the mouth of her mask as she comes to rest just behind him. The glow of her golden orbs emanates from the thin slits of her mask. The sleeve of her left arm becomes tattered in ruins as it was torn from the malevolent force that is Higen Kagayaki. In a fleeting motion, an arm reforms itself in the empty place and she addresses the monk, her tone laced with venom.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to take me with him.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to take me with him.”
Yasu knows that no response will come, as all focus is on the centerpiece that begins to unfold before them.

 

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Since time’s beginning there has been no great thing in this world or the next achieved without violence. The most peaceful and beautiful places were built on the backs of violence and treacherous acts. Initially, it was assumed this was a human trait, the inability to restrain from said violence, the natural act of conjuring ruin upon all things pure and beautiful. This was universal, there is no being, no soul alive or dead that does not succumb to violence, that does not hear its beck and call. There are only liars that say they don’t enjoy fighting, don’t enjoy killing. This is what they were all made to do, hand-crafted to do battle eternally. This philosophy was not shared by many, but he had begun to think that at the very least it was shared by those that stood before him. This excited him, exhilarating the Head Captain in a way that had not been seen in an eternity. This took him to a place of memory, where the only blows he would feel were that of the former commander. The only pressure would be Commander Murosaki’s bearing down atop him. He was the gauntlet that had built the monster that stood before the Vizards.
Captain Yugure was comfortable in her marsh, having trained tirelessly to perfect her Bankai; its execution was a beautiful sight. He was envious of its power, not because his own faltered against it; no of course not, but because it wasn’t simply about destruction. Something about it was poetic, the black muck also bloomed the most beautiful flowers. Despite the mask, there was even a delicate little flower swimming beneath it. As she attempted to ensnare the commander, the bulk of her tendrils had been dismayed by the explosion of his crystalline shards around him. The limb he felt attached to his person tickled briefly, just before he attempted to kick her up from out of her marsh and retaliate effectively. To his surprise, what he anticipated to be a limb dispersed into the black goo. A falsehood, of course. Even the Commander himself was not immune to errors. The moment he touched it, however, an eerie white glow transferred to his person, and one by one black-hole like vestiges of spiritual power began to form around him. One, in the same motion that he brought his foot up, Two he continues his momentum and the force of being above the girl, Three, to initiate a crippling-axe-like motion. His leg fluidly swings downward with unprecedented force, Four, His foot flattens while approaching her mask, creating a broad construct, reinforced by the senren and all the might the Commander can conjure from this pre-existing motion. Five, Her fiery cero meets the bottom of his foot first, the energy it creates bends and warps around The Knights leg, tattering cloth before being crushed by a greater force. Six, the foot continues its path before the elusive catfish sinks back into her hole Seven driving into her mask and forcefully splitting it into a thousand tiny pieces. The magnitude of the strike would carry on down her spine,Eight, perhaps paralyzing her beneath her beloved marsh.
The Ninth and final black hole appears in the center of his chest and he is finally immobilized, albeit for a moment. Above him the sky is torn asunder, blue orbs that had manifested before turn into a sword of the Heavens. It reigns tyranically above them all, clad in blue as pure as lightning, crashing down onto the commander with little resistance in motion.

BOOOOOM
The devastation of the blast could not be overstated, uprooting the very earth beneath them, stone and shingle, fire and ash, lightning and dust scattered about in a cataclysmic collision. Captain Yugure could not be spoken before, but there is hardly an instant after the smoke and debris settles. A silhouette forms within the fire and destruction, enveloped in residual electricity only for a millisecond. The Kido Corp Commander needs only to blink and the Shining Knight is upon him, a mere twenty-feet away. Upon closer inspection one could notice a smile on his face, something that had been absent in every training session beside this one. From ear to ear the Captain Commander stretches his sadistic grin. His body shows evident charring, blackened from the force of the blast, along his arms and legs. Nothing that would scar, yet only paint his skin in a veil of obsidian. His hakama was now more akin to a loincloth, tattered and destroyed up both of his thighs, hardly covering areas of private yet this did not seem to faze the mammoth of a man. He had survived the blast that would have called almost any other not only because of his natural durability, but because he combatted the force of the kido spell with the force of his own reiryoku in legion. The force of the Destructive spell along with Higen’s own reiatsu made the bakudo spell obsolete after a short duration, allowing him to break its confines after it had turned him into a sitting duck just a second before.
His right arm is slightly hung upwards, like a lumberman bound to chop downward onto a plank of wood. His left arm is somewhat reared back at the shoulder, as if wishing to punch. Above him shiny particles emanate from his love and begin to manifest a glimmering dust that can only be seen when cast upon the sun. His left foot is planted firmly into the uneven ground whilst his right hovers above with a knee rising toward his chest. His lips part in motion as an excited grumble escapes through the holes of his teeth.
“GAHHAHAHA!!"
He gives the impression of a wild beast, sure, but he is not ignorant to his surroundings. The cowering arashi hides in an unseen veil of light, ironically dancing about the shadows to avoid the Commander’s wrath. Another incantation bleeds from the Kido Chief’s lips, whilst his body emanates a white glow crackling with golden electricity. Higen was not unfamiliar with Captain Oda’s Kido displacement, having seen it before, and he was certain that was the cause for the pesky bakudo that he inherited from Captain Yugure. Just what would they do next, after all, The Commander had finally moved from his stationary position. They seemed vastly overwhelmed before he moved a muscle, would they panic as he moved to close the distance between them? Joy, endless joy. Perhaps the Commander was impressed, but he wanted and needed more. This was unsatisfactory, but it was a start.