Tenrai
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It came as a distant rippling. An irony being that the man's mental state had been anything but “still” and “complacent” as water typically symbolized. An undeniable and acutely accurate sense of movement in a direction far opposite of the path he now chose to take. Both literally and metaphorically.
His tempered mind somewhat dulled by the uncontrolled swelling of his emotions. Yet, his senses had not yet fallen from grace in the like. If anything, his own internal turmoil served to enhance his primal senses. The wavering ripples now increasing in their force and depth as he further closed the distance between the two, becoming a wave that seemed to take Eizoku under. Every movement, every step, every emotion...it seemed as if it all shot through him. Irritation, underlying rage, exasperation - it wracked the boy's being in a manner as riotous as static. Had it been his emotions or Tenzen's? When had his senses become so acute, so heightened…so painful?
Tingles scurry like electricity throughout the instinctively displaced Chronomancer's body, switching on sensations he hadn’t been aware he could feel. Sensations that seemingly threatened to undo him - yet strangely, not out of fear but rather anticipation. The waves of sensory continuously crash upon him, growing larger, stronger, closer. Dragging him down deeper - drowning him. Until they had completely come to an abrupt halt, returning a stillness that allowed him to come up to catch his breath in a figurative sense. Everything had fallen motionless as a moment of somber silence, wracked with ambiguity and a duality of “pierced pride”, overtook the area. He had arrived.
SHPLISH
A flurry of blurred glistneing scarlet splatters upward like that of the remains of illuminating embers being flicked into the sky from a raging fire, only to be erased by ominous golden shroud of mist that consumed the entirety of the man donning the Haori of Fifth. A nigh impenetrable veil consuming him, leaving him impervious to nearly all forms of physical assaults. Eizoku’s jaw cleaved in two, detached and dangling from the upper portion of his face. The sharpness of the blade and the proficiency of the man wielding it offering him an obvious mercy – painless, as an outcry of agony never departed from the boy’s lips. His eyes seemingly widening in delay from the sheer shock of the assault from his superior, seeming to gloss over almost as if he hadn’t fully processed the strike. Light shivering and reflecting in his eyes, illuminating and pulsing in vibrant hues of white and emerald-green as they picked up the light of the sun’s rays, vaguely picking up hints of the mystified gold of the Oda’s mist. Tenzen’s now present and still image blurring over from the viewpoint of the man – tears?
Frigid silence presses down upon the area, synonymous to that of a great battle of Spiritual Pressure, as Eizoku stood idle, enough tension within the area to stifle and choke down any verbalized intentions of the two as the student and his mentor collided. The Sun, as if casting its gaze down in remorse upon the situation, extended its rays towards the two in an embrace, as if it was seeking to provide warmth to the cold and shallow encounter created between the two. Causing the creation of a singular shadow to skulk upon the cemented ground of the division, in front of Tenzen. Like a predator seeking to ensnare him – dark enough for two. With a little closer attention to detail, Eizoku’s own desecrated and disfigured body’s absence of shadow, would certainly reveal to the Captain that his intentionally telegraphed strike, had done exactly what he intended it to do – be avoided.
The damaged aftermath of the now obvious after-image, seeming to lose color as it was blanched into a surreal blue and white hued figure debased of any depth or shadow. Quickly becoming translucent as it began to spiderweb and crack with the strike Tenzen dealt towards the image's jaw as the source, before shattering in a ghostly white pulse of light and shimmer - a blur. Eizoku had not simply left a delayed image in his wake, but rather consolidated his Reiatsu together, hardened it, and let it remain in place as he displaced his actual position allowing Tenzen to strike a false figure.
With his eyes facing the back of Tenzen at an angle, keeping his obvious distance from any lingering trails or expanding plumes of the blighted mist left in his wake, Eizoku remained. His shikai active, with a reduced domain of only 5 feet rather than his typical full expansion. Both blades held backwards as he grasped their hilts with enough force to cause his veins to protrude upon his wrists, and the inner portions of his palms to lose their melanated color. Several of the golden clips in his hair removed.
With his eyes facing the back of Tenzen at an angle, keeping his obvious distance from any lingering trails or expanding plumes of the blighted mist left in his wake, Eizoku remained. His shikai active, with a reduced domain of only 5 feet rather than his typical full expansion. Both blades held backwards as he grasped their hilts with enough force to cause his veins to protrude upon his wrists, and the inner portions of his palms to lose their melanated color. Several of the golden clips in his hair removed.
A hundred words rushed to the exiled boy's throat, but get stopped at his teeth as he attempted to take the reign of his emotions, although to no avail. His face warping into a contorted scowl as the evidence of his rising distaste for the man he once revered, made itself known. Heat seeps into Eizoku's blood, so much so that he swore it could’ve turned luminous.
"142 years...I've spent 142 years in this division, from my youth until now, striving to gain your recognition...studying you, imitating you, idolizing you. Striving to be noticed by you, acknowledged. The youngest member to ever join your Division, handpicked by you....Just. To. Be. Cast. Away."
He enunciated every syllable like he wanted to crush them with his teeth. His words snapping off into an momentary asphyxiating silence as Tenzen's shadow skulking on the ground before him lightens in depth. The unmistakable gentle tenor of his voice now coming from directly in front of the man as Eizoku peered into the fathom-deep illuminated eyes of his mentor - his body hazed and blurred. His own luminous gaze meeting Tenzen's as if seeking to invade and pry into the mind of the Bhudda, staring with such intensity that one would swear his own eyes illuminated and pulsed like Tenzen's, but for a split second. His emarald occulars seeking an answer for why the man dismissed him so. His shadow still absent.
"You reward incompetence. You tolerate blatant and obvious lies, and you excuse the refusal of your own direct orders. Yet, when I abide by your orders, when I comply with your demands, and put my life on the line at your whim, I'm the one who is in the wrong. The one exiled from the Division, while the other grown men recieve a slap on the hand."
The slow dragging of metal against the concrete filling the air between the two, circling them despite no active movement being displayed, before coming to an abrubt halt.
"142 years...I've spent 142 years in this division, from my youth until now, striving to gain your recognition...studying you, imitating you, idolizing you. Striving to be noticed by you, acknowledged. The youngest member to ever join your Division, handpicked by you....Just. To. Be. Cast. Away."
He enunciated every syllable like he wanted to crush them with his teeth. His words snapping off into an momentary asphyxiating silence as Tenzen's shadow skulking on the ground before him lightens in depth. The unmistakable gentle tenor of his voice now coming from directly in front of the man as Eizoku peered into the fathom-deep illuminated eyes of his mentor - his body hazed and blurred. His own luminous gaze meeting Tenzen's as if seeking to invade and pry into the mind of the Bhudda, staring with such intensity that one would swear his own eyes illuminated and pulsed like Tenzen's, but for a split second. His emarald occulars seeking an answer for why the man dismissed him so. His shadow still absent.
"You reward incompetence. You tolerate blatant and obvious lies, and you excuse the refusal of your own direct orders. Yet, when I abide by your orders, when I comply with your demands, and put my life on the line at your whim, I'm the one who is in the wrong. The one exiled from the Division, while the other grown men recieve a slap on the hand."
The slow dragging of metal against the concrete filling the air between the two, circling them despite no active movement being displayed, before coming to an abrubt halt.
"The same way that charred message struck your pride, is the same way your discarding and dismissal of me pierced my own. This Division is all I know! I've dedicated my life thus far to this Division and my studies. And now you seek to throw me away, and kill me because I've responded in the only way that seems to appease your spirit and grasp your attention...rebellion. Why?"
A shadow now present skulking behind the boy now as he truly faced his Mentor. His heartstrings pulling into knots as a new kind of tension builds within him. The recent dealings and punishments revolving around primarily Arashi, and Tenzen's own allowance of his actions, had certainly driven Eizoku to the definite desire of transferring outside out of the division, from fear of lack of progression and forseeable disagreements and clashes in the future. He had not yet had the opportunity to discuss this with his Captain. However, Fifth Division was all he had known, it had been his home since he was a child. He knew nothing else, thus it inhibited him from venturing out with absolute certainty. Albeit now...he no longer had much of a choice. He had been thrown into the world of the Seireitei without a life vest by the very man he swore to protect.
He stood motionless, but prepared, in anticipation for the Asura's response. Rather it be a continuation of his physical assault, or his words. He would inevitably meet the sharpened edge of one or the other. Which would it be?
A shadow now present skulking behind the boy now as he truly faced his Mentor. His heartstrings pulling into knots as a new kind of tension builds within him. The recent dealings and punishments revolving around primarily Arashi, and Tenzen's own allowance of his actions, had certainly driven Eizoku to the definite desire of transferring outside out of the division, from fear of lack of progression and forseeable disagreements and clashes in the future. He had not yet had the opportunity to discuss this with his Captain. However, Fifth Division was all he had known, it had been his home since he was a child. He knew nothing else, thus it inhibited him from venturing out with absolute certainty. Albeit now...he no longer had much of a choice. He had been thrown into the world of the Seireitei without a life vest by the very man he swore to protect.
He stood motionless, but prepared, in anticipation for the Asura's response. Rather it be a continuation of his physical assault, or his words. He would inevitably meet the sharpened edge of one or the other. Which would it be?
