[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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“AAAND…..1,000,000!”

Kyuuzou roared, he finally finished his knuckle pushups. The lieutenant bathed in his sweat for hours, he wiped some of it off his forehead and flicked it on the wooden floor. A soft smile came across Kyuuzou’s face as he gazed into the Seireitei, “Hahaha, I finally reached my goal today!” He kept looking into the distance until a familiar voice called out to him. "Aye lieutenant! Help me get stronger so I can strip you of your title!" Kyuuzou’s smile withered as soon as he saw who it was, ‘Great...this clown, the fuck does he want? So he can strip me of my title? Doesn’t this piece of shit know I'll take that goofy-ass afro and burn it?’, Kyuu rolled his jade eyes. Jigoku appeared behind him and stood like a statue waiting for a response, The Koi narrowed his eyes and sped past the clown,

“Help you get stronger?” Kyuuzou shook his head with a wrinkled nose while his left eyebrow sat higher than the right. “Get strong in what? Because to me it’s clear you’re the strongest dumbass in this division talking to me like that,” His voice was like a rumbling volcano ready to explode. ‘Yeah, that was a good one,’ Kyuuzou snickered. The Lieutenant went back inside his spacious gym for some cool air conditioning, he rolled his shoulders and summoned reiatsu around his ankles. ‘Hm, before I start making my own Hoho techniques, I should master the existing ones’
Kyuuzou’s body faded from normal perception, his reiatsu went faint to flatline as he danced around the entire gym. Gusts of wind followed his footwork, he went from the ceiling to the walls, windows, floors, and weights, and before he knew it he created fifteen after images of himself. “Damn...it’s off a bit, they’re too stiff, I have to put more imagination in it!” He smashed his fist into his palm with inward eyebrows. Before Kyu started back up he glared at Jigoku and sighed. “Well since you can’t help us in the intelligence department you should learn something…” Kyuuzou muttered—if he had let Jigoku hear him he might’ve gotten discouraged. Kyuuzou ambled over to Afro (Jigoku), he folded his arms and tilted his head to the side while looking out the corner of his eye, ‘Hmmm, what should I have this guy work on?’ he wondered. He looked Afro up and down, finally coming up with something.
“Just by looking at you I can tell your reiatsu control is around the same level as mine, but as of recent I’ve been pushing myself to the brink to master it.” Kyuuzou stared at Jigoku as if he smelled like death, his right eye twitched the longer he looked. “If you wanna’ get better reiatsu control you gotta’ focus on meditation, that’s the most basic level to start with,” Kyuuzou walked away from Jigoku to get back to his hoho training, but as he went into the distance he spoke again. “After you spend some time doin’ that we can ramp up yer’ training, make sure you meditate outside though, you’ll be in my way in here,” his voice was heavy and rugged, but if Jigoku had any sense he’d know Kyuuzou meant what he said about the training.
Kyuuzou’s eyelids lowered as Jiro burst into his gym with an awkward greeting, the LT responded with an exhale of air and vanished from sight. He stepped on top of Jiro’s head and sprung off of it, as he did that he averted his gaze towards Ijoushi who was having a full-on conversation with Kyuuzou’s after-image. This time around the LT manifested twenty clones of himself, they mimicked every one of his actions down to how his hair moved; the Koi smiled and made a fist. ‘Mastering that wasn’t hard at all,’ his breaths were controlled thanks to his monstrous stamina, but that didn’t mean sweat from his body wouldn’t be flying around. Some of it scattered towards the side of Jiro and Ijo’s faces, Kyuuzou’s green eyes widened as he began to laugh. “THIS IS FUN!” His voice echoed throughout the 9th division. Before he knew it 20 clones turned into 30, and that became 40.
‘All my weight training has given my muscles strength to move faster, but this isn’t just speed, it’s quality movement, I feel light as a feather right now!’ The koi came to an abrupt stop in front of Ijo, he leaned over with his hands on his knees as beads of sweat fell from his body and onto the floor, he sounded like an ox gasping for air with every breath he took. “....hahaha...my control...it’s getting better.” He wiped some of the sweat on his chin off and dropped his rear on the metal floor. “I’ll take a twenty-minute break,” he closed his eyes and pictured a fish swimming around his body, he shaped his reiatsu to look like a fish to further his control. “So what do you two want? You do know this is my private gym, right?” His face was void of emotion, like a blank piece of paper. He zoned out as he opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. Ijoushi’s report fell on deaf ears.

 

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”Your lack of regard for someone who you consider a friend is disheartening.”
”Do you believe me to be your ally simply because you utter my name? Or maybe because I lend you power?”
“You haven’t even attempted to seize a quarter of my power. So how could you be ambitious? You’re merely suicidal.”
”Still, you stand before me, convinced that you possess all the answers. Silly guy. Oh, and before I forget..that fight with the captain was absolutely pitiful. You may have not lost the duel, but you sure as hell didn’t win it either. You lacked finesse.”
Judging by his nonchalant exterior, Jatiri appeared unfazed by Asahi’s words, detaching himself from the confrontation altogether. As silence flooded the void, it was high time he said something...”Fine,” he asserted, exhaling through his mouth. “You’re right, I su-“,”HA! Fool!” Asahi exclaimed, snickering again as he cut him off. You’re givin’ in already? I’m just fuckin’ with you! Although, I meant every word. You’ve got a lot of work to do.” He was adamant in his stance, expecting Jatiri to sway his perspective through action alone. Serving as an inner guide, he empathized with Jatiri’s deepest desires, sharing in his plight. This was why he would do his best to help fulfill his boisterous ambitions. If results were what he’s after, he’d have to push him..to his brink. Pampering? Coddling? Heh. There’s no room for such weakness. He must seize power within the clutches of a vise-like grip, daring others to take it. He must breakdown in order to rebuild his mind, body, and soul...
Jatiri shook his head, steadying his gaze upon the shimmering light, known as Asahi. He was relieved to be reacquainted with his Zan’s playfulness, although he wouldn’t entertain it for much longer.
“Farewell. Return to me when you’re truly ready to listen.”
Jatiri waved.
Fading into oblivion, he re-emerged in his training spot, somewhere in a spatial corner, outside the ninth’s dojo. ‘Man...that bastard. He made some fair points, but I feel like he’s playing me.’ His Zan reclaimed it’s default katana state, as he sheathed it, clasping his hands behind his back, before wandering off. ‘I wonder how far Kyuu’s gotten in his training..I should go check on him.’ He pulled up to the entrance of the lieutenant’s private dojo, making his way inside as he acquired a pronounced bounce in his step while swinging his arms by his sides in an exaggerated manner. A half smile was plastered upon his face as he entered, eyeing each and every officer. He thought it’d be funny to break away from his usual reserved demeanor, hoping to shock the others. Perhaps, this was his way of dealing with stress, taking his mind off troubling thoughts. ”YO! YO! WHAT’S GOOD!” he shouted, exhibiting a cheerful tone.

 

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Katsuo had waited for a few minutes and then finally had been greeted by a beautiful young looking lady who came into his room and introduced herself as ‘Junko’. His crimson hues were looking over her features, especially her pink locks. Katsuo bowed his head before her in respect and introduced himself, ‘’I am Katsuo.. Pleasure to meet ya.’’ Pausing for a second to gauge her reiatsu, which seemed to be drifting toward many of the injured shinigami within the premises.
‘’I assume you are the highest in command at the moment?’’ He asked her whilst she was looking over the report about his current state and injuries. She told him that his injuries weren’t serious, relieving him of that stress. At that point her reiatsu had surrounded Katsuo, mostly attending to the burns and cuts inflicted by Lotus. Junko’s reiatsu along with some of her own bandages by design, had almost left him without any burns or wounds, not even scars could be seen. The hole in his shoulder required more reiatsu than normal and thus Junko had called upon another nurse to come aid her in providing the right amount in order to help close up the gaping hole as much as they could. The nurse finished patching him up, by placing a gauge on the front and back of his shoulder.
After he was discharged, Katsuo stood up and wore the top of his shihakusho, covering his chest and arms. Just as Junko waved, Katsuo bowed before her and thanked her, ‘’Many thanks, Junko-san.’’ He watched as she made her way to the Lieutenant of the 11th division who was just arriving from his tests. Then he had picked up his zanpakuto which rested against the side of his bed and had made his way out. Moving fast with his shunpo, he headed back to the 7th division barracks.
-Over to 7th division.-

 

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Dumbass? Though not the first time he got called by this word it utterly irritated him. But letting it slide was the best option plus not giving in to his emotions, one can't become strong by always wanting to pick a fight with their superiors. Taking a deep breath in then exhaling out he calmed himself, Kyuu walked passed him entering his dojo once again Jigoku eyes followed him watching his every step while trailing right behind him. A gust of winds picked up entering the dojo Jigoku eyes widen by what was transpiring, up to fifteen afterimages immerge. As fast as it started it ended at the same rate and Kyuu was back in his previous position as he turned to Jigoku. Baffled by what happened Kyuu spoke to him, basically saying he needs to meditate to have complete control over his reiatsu. Jigoku's facial expression changed from him being amazed to disinterest. No way he had to go back to the basics especially since he years on learning the basics.
A slight tsk sound came from his lips followed by him going to speak but got interrupted by Kyuu who went right back to what he was doing before. This time it doubled the afterimages from the ones before, Jigoku clenched his fists. Upset he stormed out the door which he entered flopping down on the floor of the balcony sighing. Getting into a meditation position folding his hands together he cleared his mind imagining a black space around him exiting all outer commotion. with everything faded out and Jigoku only to his thoughts he starts imagining a square around him as visible as he can.
A thin grey line flickers as the square shape reiatsu would start to take form around his body for half a second. Few seconds the door to the dojo swings open and loud crying could be heard, thus breaking his concentration. Wondering what the hell is happening, Jigoku turns around seeing Jat, Ijo, and Jiro who were causing all kinds of racket. Getting off the ground entering the dojo once more though a lot of noise was being made Jigoku ears picked up on Jat speaking loud and proud. Caught off guard his face had a confused look as he yelled out.
"Did Jatiri just speak?!?"

 

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His existence was questionable, no doubt. The venture from the Southeast Seireitei to the Northeast was not one that many could do in a swift and silent way. Unlike others who weren't well versed in Shunpo, the man had no issues performing the technique for even the most simple of endeavors. In his mind, the faster he went, the less time he would waste. The only time this concept did not apply was when the man was in battle. For you see, when in battle haste can be one's downfall. And for a Shinigami like Ensō, failure was not an option. Materializing 10 feet from the 4th Division's Barracks, the man's image was one of someone who had just jumped. It was quite odd, to say the least. Ensō had just gone from washing his dishes and sitting perfectly still to a pose that mirrored a leap. Landing on his right foot, there was no noticeable noise, nor presence for that matter. He felt the pavement below him make contact with his foot, embedding this feeling into his mind on purpose. It was smooth and clearly well taken care of.
Well, kudos to the 4th Division...
He thought briefly upon his arrival, slightly impressed with their upkeep of not just their barracks but the area surrounding their Division as well. The left foot followed his right, meeting its place on the ground at the same moment that he'd materialized. Facing forward, it was evident that he had intentionally meant to arrive in a way that would allow for his side to face the barracks instead of the front of his body. As far as why this was done, perhaps it was a passive-aggressive notion, but who could decipher such a small act aside from the perpetrator? Surely no one, given that he held no malicious intent and his presence was lacking. In many ways when one lacked a presence, it was quite eerie. Those who could see but not feel them were subject to fleeting thoughts that often led them in circles, never allowing them to reach a proper deduction. Pivoting in a single motion, the front of his body now faced those at the entrance to the barracks. An expression that held quite a bit of warmth was paired with his radiant crimson eyes. Crimson was a color that many associated with bad intentions, but Ensō was undoubtedly an exception given his status and manner of conducting himself. Not once had he allowed his tongue to slip, nor had he even been rude to those unseated, regardless of their Division. Respect was always given and returned in full to the man, something which many couldn't say. Rays of the sun came through the clouds of the sky, highlighting the man's iris-colored hair and forced smile that had blossomed when he met the gaze of those at the entrance to the barracks.
It would take one swift strike. Just one to decimate them. I could carve them into pieces, but to do so without any resistance wouldn't be fun. I would also have to skip out on messing with Jinnosuke if I did that.
Clearly his thoughts were not in line with what his outward appearance suggested. Those before him were tools in the toybox that was this world and he could take this moment to capitalize on that, perhaps even kidnap them. While tempting, he wouldn't do such a thing. Not yet, at least. Oddly enough, seeing the broken Jinnosuke appealed to him more than sewing the seeds of discord. And perhaps eviscerating those before him was not the right course of action anyway, considering that his blade need not be tainted with the weak; not these lower beings at least. His head and upper body tilted at a 45-degree angle, indicating a high degree of respect for those that were just considered as targets. A bow had been enacted — a proper one at that. Parting lips allowed for words to make their way from his mouth to their ears as he raised his head.

"Hello there, 4th Division members. I am Ensō Aikawa, 3rd Seat of the 3rd Division. I've come to visit my comrade Lieutenant Jinnosuke at the Sōgō Kyūgo Tsumesho." A soft smile followed as he looked at those at the entrance.
Words like 'comrade' were hilarious to say the least. Really, comrade? All he ever did was berate and egg on Jinnosuke. However, this was the foundation of their relationship and he couldn't recall which of them had started their oddly comical friendship. It may have been hard to believe that Ensō could make friends, but he certainly was capable. Despite underlying intentions, he believed that there was some degree of truth to his words. The Sun's beams continued to shine on the man, warming his body up a decent bit. Not bothered at all, he awaited their response as his eyes drifted towards the healing facility in the distance behind the doors of the barracks. It was large and beautiful beyond belief. No matter how many times he laid his eyes on the facility, there was always something new that he took note of. Be it a certain color or a particular shape that it reminded him of. Ensō couldn't quite put his finger on what it was this time that had him in awe. His facial expression remained relatively unchanged. His crimson orbs hadn't given away his intrigue, as everything remained the same. If there was one thing he was particularly good at, it had to be the ability to say one thing while thinking another and maintaining the proper facial expressions. Now he simply awaited their response as he now looked forward, his eyes taking note of the fine caramel-colored wood that made up the entrance to the barracks.