[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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Katsuo watched intently as Daiki attempted to grab Ashura’s leg; from that moment and assuming that he could be successful, as a precaution, Katsuo stopped tapping his foot and moved away from the fight with his shunpo. Keeping a safe distance from the two. As it turned, Ashura was fast enough to avoid the grab that was initiated by Daiki and resumed duking it out with the large wolf. Katsuo was not one to attack an opponent from behind; his pride would not permit such action. Instead he watched the battle from a safe distance, studying both of their moves to gain more intellect on their strengths’ and weaknesses’. As far as Katsuo could see, Daiki was headstrong, with pure instincts guiding his attacks. On the other-hand, you had Ashura who was far more agile and direct in his attacks. Listening to Ashura’s boasting of how a smaller opponent could defeat a bigger one made him chuckle.
He whispered to himself, ’’Except… Daiki has the stamina and physical strength to take on, even the strongest of hits.. If he loses his agility and stamina, Ashura is in for a rude awakening.’’
In this battle it was all about attrition and experience. From what Katsuo could gather, Daiki was in a different squad before joining the 7th division. Whilst Katsuo and possibly Ashura, were basically fresh out of the Academy. Who would win? Katsuo put a bet in his head and that his bet was on Daiki, not because Ashura wasn’t capable, if anything, Ashura has more of a chance then Katsuo does. It is because of experience.

 

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His hand gathered nothing but wind and a few strands of silvery hair. Daiki's ears perked back upright, but his face remained the same calm, emotionless state. The only thing endearing was his eyes, that seemed to gleam a little when Ashura dodged his grab.
Daiki's eyes squinted at him. Ashura didn't understand exactly what made Daiki a bit stronger than him and Katsuo, and that was experience. Although Daiki's experience mostly came from Division four, he was no pushover. Nobody from fourth truly was. At least, nobody from Yu Nakamoto's fourth division.
You had the fairy himself, specializing in Kido, he could have gone for Division five a long time ago if he wanted to. His skills were something to Marvel at. Lieutenant Hageshi, the Amazonian… now that was a true warrior, Zanjutsu and sheer physical strength unmatched. She was a fun wrestling partner, and a just as great warrior in her own rights.
Ashura however… it was made clear to Daiki he had a lot to learn. At least he put forth an effort to attack Daiki, and his first blow hit, even if it was Daiki that wanted to take the hit.
"It's our turn, Jūfuku Shōgi."
He said, as Ashura's punch was flung toward his jaw. Daiki wasn't underestimating the two. He was testing their strength, in his own way getting to know his newest squad mates. He's not one for idle conversations. Upon uttering the words of his release phrase, nothing happened. Absolutely nothing was different… at least for Katsuo and Ashura.
Perhaps it was Daiki that shouldn't be taken lightly as of this moment, for that punch with all of Ashura's force in it, would not hit Daiki, but again, open air. Ashura would see a silhouette of the fox man temporarily, as if he'd have shunpo-ed away. However, this was not the case. In fact, Daiki didn't move from his position at all. It was Ashura that moved. Anyone watching the battle, especially at their feet would realize something was off about the training ring now. The pocket of area around Ashura had shifted, as if it was a piece of some sort of dimensional jigsaw puzzle. Daiki's back, was now up against Ashura's back.
Daiki would take advantage of Ashura's probable surprise, and lower his body near the ground, to swipe his leg underneath Ashura's feet to try and knock the young man down. He'd then raise his own spiritual pressure, to even greater heights to pin the young man down.
Daiki would then draw the Zanpakuto located on his back, it's long blade would hardly leave room for Ashura to go anywhere from Daiki's pin. The fox man stood prideful, but kept his peace. He wouldn't use that blade to harm his squad mate, not like how the opponents out there, in the Rukongai would. It was just merely a show to Ashura, how much of a difference in strength it was that Daiki had compared to the two of them.
Daiki did not dodge. Ashura would have missed. What had happened was, upon activation of his Shikai, the playing field became a huge Square around Daiki, with twelve tinier squares within it. The playing field became a tiled board, of which orange colored squares only Daiki could see. Daiki simply moved the tiles he, and Ashura were standing in, and swapped them, making the illusion he'd Shunpo-ed.

 

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Like all the other barracks, the 4th Division Barracks house the offices and living quarters of the Shinigami of the 4th. However, the 4th Division Barracks also houses the Sōgō Kyūgo Tsumesho (綜合救護詰所, the coordinated relief station), which is the primary medical facility of the Seireitei and Soul Society at large.
The veteran Shinigami found himself surrounded by a plethora of various captured and chained Hollows that met the unfortunate fate of not being strong enough to resist Hell's unbreakable chains. Over one hundred beings that dwarfed the giant of a man that he is ten times over with ease. With a light sigh escaping his mouth which marked his level of irritation as massive, Yami calmly spoke a single word.
"Hakaimono......Wake up."
Placing his right hand over the blade of his Zanpakutou, the black and bloody red stained blade with bright golden trim began to undergo an unusual metamorphosis, even for the most flashiest of Zanpakutous. A bright black and white flash exploded from the blade, and the concussive force from the small burst of energy expunging itself from the blade pushed the circular formation of chained Hollows backwards fifty feet, simultaneously tagging them with the residual beams of energy that encased the air because of the Shinigami's Shikai release. What remained in Yami's left hand was no longer an uniquely colored o-katana. It was now a polearm with eight massive tooth-like protruding serrated blades on its person. The massive polearm of a cleaver was five feet long in length with the eight teeth evenly spaced over the polearm's length while the polearm itself had small serrated greaves for the purpose of wearing down anything Hakaimono cuts through with relative ease.

The chained Hollows began simultaneously charging up a red Cero, combining it into a gigantic massive sphere of burning Reiryoku energy. The first ten Hollows that surrounded him in a circular perimeter were the only ones that he needed to strike for the entire chained platoon to scatter and disintegrate into nothingness. It was interesting to him to find out that despite being within Hell's realm over the course of three years straight, his Zanpakutou still carried its same properties and despite Hell's rules and regulations, the realm itself could not completely override a Shinigami's Zanpakutou's natural duty and purpose which is to purify and guide souls to their next destined reincarnation in the constant cycle of life and death. Either way, these fortunate Hollows would have to meet such a destructive and unforgiving end to their current incarnated bodies. Yami hated that for them, but for himself and his bloodthirsty combative personality, it was like his very own personal Heaven. He did not have to hold back in the realm of Hell, and because he was alone, he did not have to concern himself with any subordinates that would inevitably fall behind and fall prey to the unforgiving and merciless dimension that Hell resides in.

With a single step, the giant demon of a soul known as Yami Mochizuki vanished. In the blink of an eye, the man reappeared with a one hundred degree left handed cleaving diagonal slice going directly through two Hollows where their necks would be located, knocking the two cleaved heads into the mixed crowd of Togabitos and chained Hollows. Leaving their bodies with a small Reiryoku created mark that connects with any being or any surface on impact and can be controlled by Yami with nothing more than his will, either physically or telepathically. With the two heads marked with the same seal that the two pieces of disintegrating Hollow chains and bodies, Yami tapped Hakaimono three times for nothing more than dramatic effect. At the third tap, the four marked pieces of Hollow flesh began imploding on themselves, bringing in the entire crowd of the massive skyscraper sized chained Hollows and high ranking Togabitos within an implosion radius of five hundred feet. Standing within the center of the sudden implosion field was the creator of the technique himself, though it was nothing more than Hakaimono's will for everything within Yami's way to be completely and utterly obliterated. The small four implosions swiftly grew into fifty more smaller explosions, creating more concussive force on top of the implosions that existed on the opposite side of Hakaimono's ability. Yami was nothing more than the chain and sickle that restrains Hakaimono from destroying everything he loves and hates, including himself.
Covered in massive bandages and hospital rags, the White Streaked Oni woke up within a specially crafted room for individuals with too much Reiryoku energy for most average Shinigamis to even be around without succumbing to that particular Shinigami's Reiatsu. With a disgruntled sigh escaping him, he tried to sit up in his bed before realizing that he was completely restrained and hooked up to three different types of IV drips.
"Hmph. I haven't slept in four years. I guess me fainting was going to come either way it went."
He thought to himself while feeling ashamed of his condition because of his pride as a warrior, and the second in command of the Commander's infamous and legendary Elite Trio.

 

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Ashura Nojukubi

Clutching his fist tightly as he rams his fist into Daiki’s jaw. Landing his uppercut perfectly with all his might thrown into the attack, the blow would echo throughout the seventh division barracks. A shockwave would take place as Ashura’s fist connected with Daiki’s jaw shattering the bones in the front while dislocating it, the force would be enough to affect Daiki’s brain giving him a concussion. Those nearby without a strong status would possibly be blown away from the attack as the shockwave itself created strong gales of wind that moderately cracked the walls that surrounded the training area. Daiki himself would be sent flying upward being destined to fall a few feet away his body lifted approximately 20ft off the ground, his brain being rattled even if he was to somehow stand back up he’d be in no condition to fight as he surely find himself seeing doubles. The fox man seemed to doubt his opponent… they always said the worst hit is the one you don’t expect.
Given his opponent a short speech on the 7th division honor and strength, as his opponent's body descended from the air he’d proceed to turn his eyes and focus on Katsuo while doing so. Keeping track of Daiki’s reiryoku signature as he boasted about his division.
“So if this was a real fight would you hesitate like that?” The new recruit would ask Katsuo as he locked eyes with the other silver head shinigami. He wondered why the man stopped as he was the one being attacked at the start of the training session.
Holding his sheathed zanpakuto in his left hand the young man would hold his right hand over his hilt ready to draw his blade if he had to. Ashura was rather quick at drawing his blade most wouldn’t even recognize when he’d do so. Not forgetting about Daiki’s presence he’d be ready to turn his attention to him the moment he heard his body hit the ground as well as Katsuo if he tried something. Waiting for a response as he felt no remorse for breaking the fox man’s jaw he slightly enjoyed the way it felt when his jaw cracked under the pressure of his fist, he felt a confidence boost as he got to test his strength to an equal opponent.

 

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The more Katsuo watched their training, turn more into a life threatening spar, the more information he took in. The punch that was landed by Ashura to Daiki’s jaw and the shockwaves that came from it, made Katsuo jump up into the air with his shunpo, using his reiatsu as foot pads to stand in mid-air. Some of the other members within the division, weren’t so lucky. Some go blasted backwards and some held on. It was clear to Katsuo that he needed to elevate himself beyond both Ashura’s and Daiki’s current levels. He had realized that it was time to push himself to the absolute worst of limits, to break through those barriers. As Daiki was sent flying upward, Ashura turned to Katsuo and asked why he stopped attacking.
Katsuo then would drop back onto the ground and land safely on his feet, looking at Ashura with a dull look upon his face, ’’Did I ask you to intervene with an attack that was meant for me? Instead your ass found itself in front of mine and my foot would have ended up behind your head, and attacking from behind goes against my code.’’ Katsuo ended his speech there.
Looking up as Daiki was falling from the sky, Katsuo turned his attention toward Ashura and waved his right hand at him, turning his whole body; he begun to walk off whispering to himself, ’’One month is all I need.’’ He then vanished with a high speed shunpo, headed toward the open courtyard to begin his intense training with his zanpakuto.