[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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character: Oyama Hoshi
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Oyama had risen her head as Arashi began to speak. Her eyes watching his lips move, again he was right, about the world of the living being our main priority, he did comprise. Allowing both herself and Katsuo to travel to second divison, but not allow them to fully enter it. If anything it was to set up a perimeter and observe. To which she nodded and rose up, only to bow to Arashi.
“I wish you a speedy recovery.”
With that she would turn around and move towards the window hoping out and looking directly at Katsuo, nodding, before using a shunpo to get ontop of the wall. Though it wasn’t much time she had shifted her eyes towards her zanpakuto, all day they’ve been silent to one another; to the point where it was a bit ery, she had to ponder why. Would it give guidance during battle? Or was it, that IT wasn’t currently interested in talking to her, she wondered if her bloodlust would trigger her zanpakuto to speak with her. Who knows, she certainly didn’t, for now she had hoped that if there was going to be a fight she would be far gone from her squadmates so they may not see her like that.
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Well, At least Arashi let them go. He wasn’t planning on slipping past anyone, he wanted to see if all of Squad two was doing this, whatever it was, or if it was just a select few. He looked toward Oyama and with a nod, lifted his feet off the ground and dashed forward once again. He would tell Arashi goodbye but the man had already left, and it was just him and Oyama again.
“when we do get there, be ready for anything. I don’t know if anyone there will be friendly toward us, or if we may be in for a fight but, the two of us having each other’s back, we should be just fine.
He would tell her as a sort of reassurance if she was nervous. He on the other hand was a little bit excited. Finally! A Chance at actually gaining some information on what really is going on rather than speculating things. Eikogitsune was rattling on his belt, joyus herself at the chance to really get in on some action. Poor thing, denied at every corner she tried to take. Katsuo would really pay for it later in their own personal discussions.
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Northeast Seireitei >>>>Southeast Seireitei
 

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character: Oyama Hoshi
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She had nodded as they ran across the roof tops from fourth, to second division, while at the same time paying close attention to Centrals location, waiting for something else to arise from it; that monstrus reaitsu coming form the Captain Commander, one that could effect the entire soul society as a whole. Then back to her zanpakuto, as it was still not talking with her. She pondered upon it but had to ask why? Though her thoughts became interrupted as she nearly ran into a waist high wall, before hopping over it. Then her train of thought would switch, to a request she was going to make.
“Hey Katsuo… If we get into a confrontation would be so kind as to move your opponent away from mine?...”
She wondered how he would take such a request, an odd one coming from her, or at least an odd one to him. For her it was gonna be a bit embarrassing to show what she was like in battle. Only some of her family members knew what she was like in a fight, and some in the academy, in fact she had put some in fourth division; something she wasn’t exactly proud of but had to continue on, thankfully, after they recovered, she had asked them not too talk to much about what happened. Thankfully they complied with a bit of a fear; along with not wanting to fight her again in partice.
“Oh dear god I have to hold myself back, in training with Arashi and Katsuo…”
Her eyes widened at the thought of the practice they would go through, along with her holding back they would assume she’s weak or they could tell she was holding herself back. She didn’t know which was worse but, right now that seemed like a long ways away. So there she was running with the Oda family member, hoping she would take his request.
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Northeast Seireitei  SouthEast Seireitei
 

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In response, Hoshizora shook her head. She did not deny his apology and though she accepted it, she did not necessarily need to hear it. What happened is just as much her fault as it is his own. As she said before, training is needed in order to progress. To break through Arashi's limitations. She did not want him to change his overall character, but the character he presented in the face of battle. That always gentle, soft, and kind internal and external demeanor he always carried since birth. Its what made him weak, but also strong at the same time. To dismantle that, she needed to show him that he could still be just as kind, just as gentle, but also carry the ferocity, the tenacity, and ruthless of a warrior! Having apologies before, his gaze made its way back to Hoshizora, watching create even more of a distance between them. Dancing almost, moving on just her tip-toes. Her movements were effortless. She, who carried the absolute power he possessed. Even now, with a mastery over his Shikai and even his Bankai, it seemed as though she had a far better understanding of it.
Even in this endless infinity that is his inner-world, he could feel an incredible amount of spiritual pressure. All of it radiating from Hoshizora. Her eyes closed, fully, the facial expression Arashi always had, but he kept his eyes open. A look of confusion, somewhat coupled with a surprised expression. The air felt like it tightened as it begun to shake and visual. With ferocious control and stability, her power extended to every inch of this world.
"Through kindness and this facade of a smile. There is still danger. Death before the draw of any sword, before the first attack could be conducted on the opposing side. I will show you Arashi, what I mean, so that you can understand the feeling of a killer instinct behind kindness."
Arashi is a smart man, it did not take him long to understand what she meant by this. On the exterior side, everyone would see him as someone who wouldn't dare hurt as fly without a legitimate reason. However, such intent to kill is hidden. The swift fate of death is delivered without hesitation or remorse. Even though he understood this concept to battle, it did not mean that he was ready to just topple over his existing personality. For all of his life, this is the path he carried, the way he chose to live. There were times, before the Soul Society, hell, before the Academy that he almost displayed another side of him. A side that he was afraid he would come to regret in the past... In the palm of Hoshizora's right hand, she revealed in an instant sword mimicking the size, length and overall shape of a sword but composed of light. Arashi's eyes trailed to the blade, but as they came back up to her it only took the subtle action of blinking to totally miss everything. The tip of the blade between his eyes, she moved so fast! Arashi moved his head, reacting instinctively. The blade slipped passed, cutting through his hair. The same feeling he felt when he fought Sword Eater. That bottomless pit of hunger, but right now, he felt just a astronomical intent to kill.
He never expected, her to reveal such a resolve and will to end his life. It was almost like she is a different person. No. With a glimpse, he could still see her smiling, as if she enjoyed it. She had no problem with taking Arashi's life. No problem taking anyone else. No real reasoning behind, just doing is enough to maintain such an expression. The action of her stab, left a superficial cut upon his cheek and so he backed away. He is left in awe.
"Come now Arashi, I do not want to kill you. Your defensiveness will keep you from ever seeing tomorrow. Sword Eater was strong, but understand that there are forces much stronger that him. If you can not let go, you might as well remain here in the safety of your home. Stay in the Hospital where Squad Four can protect you, if you can't protect yourself. In this world, there is no room for softies like you."
A cute and bubbly laugh followed the truth in her words. He could always ignore this side that she wish to bring forth from him. He could easily just remain the same, but he knew, that his comrades will not accept such foolishness. If he wanted to become a Captain, he needed to transcend old emotions and ideals. He needed to extend the ruthlessness he felt from all those time sin the Rukongai to his combat. And so, his head fell forward, where his hair naturally started to cascade a shadow over his face, covering everything but his ever growing smile from view. Hoshizora remained, bouncing from side to side, twirling her light-sword, but quickly another one in her other hand and began doing the same. To say the least, she is having fun. From Arashi's own hands, he created the same construct with no effort at all and just as instantaneous as it was created is the same instant he used Shunpo to cover the distance matching the speed Hoshizora displayed just a few moments ago.
"Oh!"
Surprised, but also excited, A downward slash from the sword in his left hand had been evaded by her moving to the left, however she would be in the trajectory of a high-speed stab coming from the second sword in his right hand. That one blocked with an inverted block using the sword in her left as she moved further to the left, but around to the back side of her long time friend and opponent. Her right hand loaded for a horizontal slash, starting by her left ear and aimed to swipe through the air and aimed to emerge from the other side of his neck, the result being the removal of Arashi's head in the process. Even though she moved in the blink of an eye in the time that she blocked and getting to Arashi's blind-side, Arashi was able to follow her movements, reading her like an open book. He moved the sword in his left hand to the back, in the motion of someone using a back-scratched to block the incoming strike. A flash of light expands from the clash between their blades. Concealing their presence, no silhouettes seen to make out what happened next. However, as the light show fades, both Arashi's and Hoshizora can be seen with both their arms and swords engaged in high-speed combat!
With every blow, with every thrust, with every slash, these two were neck and neck as they should be. Clashing, moving, sparks flying as their speed seemingly began to increase with neither of them showing any kind of fatigue in the moment. The entire time, both were smile, their eyes visually barely open, yet they could see each other just fine. In just a second they clashed at least a thousand times, but in the next second, their final clash would push them both back placing 20 feet between the two of them.
"You always had the skills, the speed, the strength, the power to move as you are now. Your character, your overall mindset, is what is holding you back, but even now you should be so much faster in your reaction and raw speed in your attacks. Though you have been denying it for years, you absolutely enjoy the conflict you have the desire to take a life. I know you do! Come!"
In the moment she gave him, he took a look at himself. He had trouble keeping up with Sword Eater when he started matching the speed of light. The same speed he could use a few of his attacks, but when he fought Hoshizora just now, it was so easy for him to keep up... He looked up and Hoshizora once again disappeared, her speed increased and Arashi once again engaging in combat.
"I understand now, Hoshizora." He spoke as they traded blows.
"Actions speak louder than words, young man. Ehehehe," she responded with excitement!
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They moved in streaks of light. Each line intersecting which meant their blows collided instantaneous before they would move out once again to only engage in another location far from the previous. Neither of them seemingly unable to gain the upper hand on the other and in the final clash they are revealed, sliding back across the infinite space of their inner-world. Noticeably, neither of them looked to be out of breath from what could be hours of practicing. In reality, this was mental training and Hoshizora knew that it would take more than this to get Arashi where he should be at all times. In conflict or not... Suddenly, Arashi relaxed as his hand crushed the swords to bits of light allowing the two weapons to dissipate to nothing. This would leave Hoshizora confused as he head stuck out a bit more with heightened eyebrows.
"Are we done already, Ashi?"
That nickname is something to hear after all this time. Almost took him by surprise, but he would respond with a nod. The training was fun, he enjoyed every second of it. The heat of battle, she was right about one thing... Arashi enjoyed the conflict oh so much! Though, the act of dragging as fight out, wasn't apart of the game. Ending it quickly, was just as fun as getting into it, for himself at least. Even so, the longing lust for battle is tempered by his mentality and essential ideals. He did not wish to start a fight, nor did he want to instigate one. If there was no reason to, he would do his absolute best to avoid one and maintain whatever peace was or should be evident in any situation. Hoshizora sighed and it wasn't one of disappointment, but she figured that his wounds were well enough healed. It is time for him to get off his ass and face whatever chaos that had be brewing in the outside.
"The training is much appreciated, as always. I'll be back, sooner or later for more."
She smiled, as she usually did. Arashi the same when it came to this expression. Her own weapons dissipated as well after cracking to pieces. A swift bow from her lead to his eyes opening in the outside world to bright lights that immediately began to stun him. Surrounding him were nurses and doctors that worked in Squad Four. Were they trying to get his attention? He turned his head to catch the sight of his Zanpakuto in its sealed state, his body no longer wrapped in robes of light, but every body beside his bed seemed astounded, intrigued above all else. With their clipboards in hand taking notes as if they discovered something grand. There eyes held a gleam of excitement, while their brains attempted to wrap around the fact that all his wounds had been totally healed. With his own eyes, he begins to look for himself. His hands reaching over to rub the area of skin that had been pierced and cut... It is as if, his wounds were never their to begin with... What did Hoshizora do for him? Was this remarkable recovery a one time thing? Is this something that she would teach him later on?
Questions, questions, and more questions...
Letting the Squad Four members take their notes, he started to sit up and swing his feet to the side of the bed, planting his wooden footing against the tile floor. They moved in respect to his pace, but of course they would attempt to assist him only to be refused by a simple gesture of his hand. He stood from the bed, letting out a heavy sigh of relief, his sense quickly overshadowed all things in the vicinity. His mental imagery far beyond the walls of Squad Four. Oya and Katsuo had made it to Squad Two, but it seemed they were in further than where they were suppose to go. He turned his head a bit, the occurrences in Central seemed to still be alive. The presence of a Lieutenant and others. Even Squad Six third seat, Shirogane. He wasn't there to do what he thinks he is doing is he? Either way the signatures of Captain Commander Murasaki and Captain Mukuro seemed to be at a stand still. The issue dissolving slowly, but he would need to be there to know for sure. Either way, none of what was going on there was of his concern at the moment, he needed to report to Captain Kagayaki, even if it meant explaining his failure in stopping the Hollow. His head turned once more, as his left reach to grab his Zanpakuto and slides it between his obi-sash and hakama. Captain Kagayaki and Lieutenant Kasumi were back in Squad Ten. His destination decided upon.
"Arashi Suta, third seat of Squad 13. I don't know how you were able to heal your wounds so efficiently, but it seems your physical appearance and mentality is well in tact. However, I would like to run some tes-"
Cut off by a raised hand, a quick motion that alerted the nurse to be quiet for a moment. He turned around, his expression all the same as it has been for so many years, even before he joined the Academy. His ever so constant of a smile and his eyes being nearly completely shut, but still he was able to view all of them as clear as if his eyes were fully open. However, the nurses and doctors that filled the room were utterly washed over with intense fear and an overwhelming presence. So much so that in their eyes, they could feel their bodies being sliced to pieces even though Arashi did not exert a single inch of spiritual pressure. Well-kept, contained, hidden from them. So why did they feel such distrust in the kindness of his expression.
He started walking towards them as they instinctively began to back away, making room for his inevitable exit. Onc ehe got to the door way, he stopped to look back over his shoulder.
"Thank you all for your assistants. No test is needed, I am well and able to continue my work in the Soul Society. Just a hiccup in the road and also I apologies for the disturbance in your heart and soul. I hope you grow use to my presence in the future."
A nod before he took a left down the hall, and as soon as he left the room every body in the room dropped to their knees, grasping for air. Clutching their papers and clothes. Such intent to kill became unbearable for all of them to handle. What they couldn't even fathom asa man who could give off such a kind and gentle expression held such a deep and dark nature.
"I hope I never see that guy again..."
Lucky for everyone else in Squad Four they would not even get the chance to feel the way their comrades felt. His shunpo took him tot he exit of these barracks, but it did not stop their, for he is able to travel even further in a single step. Along the sloped roofs of every wall that created paths and mazes through the Seireitei, his foot just barely made contact and with ease he was able to cover a massive amount of distance with no effort placed behind his movement. Members of the Soul Society would only see or catch a glimpse of a flicker of light in their peripheral vision before turning to look seconds after as their words fell upon:

"The hell was that?"
"Hell I don't know."
"Maybe it was one of those assassin dudes that was holding our squad hostage earlier."
"Don't you think we would be dead though?"
"Dude shut the fuck up, geez! Its gone, we are still alive! Who cares!"

Well on the way to the Southwest side of the Seireitei. With no interruptions or heave in his current pace, it wouldn't take this young man to long to reach his brother and sister in arms at Squad Ten.
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