[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northwest Seireitei

[Shinigami]

She had suspected he would Dodge the attack with ease, it was only logical but she had a bit of hope; that he would have taken a hit but it would be slim. Instead her blade came in contact with one of his lights in which blinded her vision. White everything was bright enough that it was starting to snap her back to being Oyama.
"Relax, you two."
Her head twisted in the direction of Arashi, her head hurt, her body ached and felt strained as she had been pushed to do something that was beyond her limit. She didn't say anything as she kept her eyes, but gripped onto her blade as tight as she could and gritted her teeth for a moment as she was attempting to hold herself up, not wanting to collapse.
" You two have shown growth, but not enough. Katsuo, your drive for greater strength and will to protect or even help others is commendable and you have exceptional skill. However, you need to trust in the abilities of your comrade, so that you do not put yourself in situations that will make you a burden to the team. As for you Oyama, this, split personality. The inability to work together will be your undoing. You have loads of potential, but without cooperation. That potential is nothing but that. Wasted talent. I had hoped you two would challenge me with your Shikai. Do not be hesitant in allowing the help of your Zanpakuto. Do not neglect your kido training, but explore your other skills to, Oyama. Katsuo, if you wish to be the distraction, then be that. Saving and distracting are two very different things."
Her eyes slowly began to open up to the sight of the two, before her body nearly collapsed; only stopping herself with her zanpakuto stabbing into the ground with her arms hold onto the hilt, it was a little longer than she remembered. A look of shock came across her face as she looked at her zanpakuto, she didn't release it! Why is it out?!? There she began to piece things together; the other half… Furia… her eyes and head lifted up and looked up at the two, it appeared her blade didn't make contact with either and she was greatful for that; least she didn't harm anyone.
that was stuipid Arashi! She sees everyone as an enemy! her eyes were back to blue and the expression was both worry and pain as she looked at them. had she been allowed to have control she would most likely attempt to kill you both! she waited the response of the two as she was barely able to keep herself up, it was clear she was in need of medical attention. you know what just take me to 4th division… she could barely get the last little bit out before collapsing onto the ground and passing out.

 

[Shinigami]

Katsuo had to admit he was at a slight disadvantage when fighting Arashi, whose light traveled long distance rather than become a lethal blade. Katsuo could only figure Arashi was talking to Oyama when he said something about neither of them using their Shikai… Katsuo was… not that it made much of a difference to Arashi apparently. The need to protect his friends, home, and family outweighed the part of Katsuo that trusted others to do the same right now… mostly because of what had happened to the place he was found. It was all gone. Captain Higen did what he had to do, but at the cost of so much. It wasn't Katsuo's home any longer, but he knew many individual souls that lived, and died in South Rukon.
Katsuo knew Arashi was right, that he slowly needed to learn how to trust in the strength of others again. In the Oda Clan and even in his youth Katsuo took care of himself on his own, or had the responsibility of taking care of others sometimes in his life. He saw first hand what happens when you trust others to take care of themselves, and it doesn't work out. There were plenty of times as a child Katsuo woke in Ten'yuu Oda's arms from the terror he faced in southern Rukon. He couldn't protect his friends… Arashi's words shook his very confidence, to the point Katsuo froze when the light of Arashi's blade pummeled him.
When Arashi would let his own Zanpakuto up from grinding on Katsuo, the young warrior's eyes would be shadowed by his own hair, his Shikai deactivated. His clothes bloodied and torn, but he was still awake, blood running off his head and into his left eye, but his eyes focused and deadly on Arashi. He was on the verge of passing out, but he pointed the end of Eikōgitsune's right blade toward Arashi.
"The last time I trusted others to be capable to protect themselves… all of them died, or froze in fear. I failed to protect them all."
"I Will Not…. Fail Anyone Again."
He said, before his eyes went grey from passing out, leaning onto the left blade of his Zanpakuto that was stuck in the ground. He was still, kneeling on one knee. Arashi probably needed Division four for two 13th members now.

 

[Shinigami]

Both at their wits end, but not before they gave their own response. Ashi, remained stacked in his posture alone. Relaxed, and above all else collected. His expression never changing even to the sound of their possible agitation in regards to the pain they felt from his brutal attacks. Its something that neither one of them should not be familiar with. Pain often teaches more than what most expected from it.
Oyama displayed concern towards her other half, insulting her superior in the process. While this would be grounds for serious disciplinary actions, he allowed for her feelings to surface on the matter. There could be a sense of worry for his, Katsuo's and every body else with int he confines of these barracks.
"Which furthers enforces my statement between you and this other side, Oyama. Cooperation and understanding is what you are lacking in that regard. Since you know this, attack the matter as best you can. However, should the situation go beyond what it was intended, I would have taken measures to put this other half of yours in check. Whether it be through the hand of death or worse."
His response likely reached her ears, but much like Katsuo who he was unable to respond to, she succumbs to her injuries. Passing out... Ashi only hoped that the two would use this time to get in contact with their Zanpakuto, possibly in the same fashion he did. If not, then there will be other chances and other ways. Training was far from over, but he needed to expand himself in ways that would allow him to combat greater threats when his comrade can no longer stand to defend themselves. Arashi's eyes travels to the lone individual upon the wall. Is he here to watch and learn or other intentions, but much like Oyama. His own spiritual signature gave off another side that he tried desperately to hold back. Fighting is tiresome, even the battles of the mind can grow tiresome just as physical altercations. How long will he last in such a state? Not his problem at this moment, until he became one to deal with.
Just then, his attention averted to the several members of his Squad came rushing in, simply passing by the training grounds and catching a glimpse of both Katsuo and Oyama. Rushing to their sides, Ashi only gave them a nod, understanding their actions and their need of medical attention.
"Make sure they rest well and are well taken care of."
Once again, his eyes returned to the individual of Squad 11.
"I surely hoped that you have learned something here. More so from Oyama than anything else. You two are, similar. I am sure of this."
With his acknowledgement to the males other half, Ashi's body vanished with his presence becoming nothing but an image soon to fade from his sight. Returning to his office, he stepped across the threshold once the doors slides open. His steps towards the desk just as less as his exit, but this time his body is covered by a coat. Long sleeve in its craft, trimmed in gold, black in color. Unlike the simplest of coats, his totally concealed spiritual signature. Just as quick as his previous shunpo, the next one only matched that speed taking him atop the walls of the Seireitei. His feet barely touching the slopes of the roof before his body flickered once again. His destination, set for Squad six, visiting a friend or more so an associate...

Northwest Seireitei to Southwest...

 

[Shinigami]

In the street of the Northwest Seireitei, with the familiar shinigami clasped his arms under his Shihakusho, allows the sleeves to flap in the air as he moved onward. The tone and tension in the air were almost akin to a pierce in the back of the eye, for the most part, a serious yet lovely journey for his emotion and mental state. Just what could he be seeking in? Was he looking for some kind of hints from his walk regarding his situation? This is when he realized his current whereabouts and considered giving his thanks to someone once again. Just who could it be? Where would he go now? In time, it would be unfolded. For now, it seems that he was just finding his way to wherever it may be. in the end, it was up to his luck. However... Knowing his luck—It might as bad. When he looked back at what happened three months ago, he was snatched up by no other than Jinnosuke when he, unfortunately, got himself caught in a displaced barrier. And so, he continued to travel on the same path to the certain Division, where he could find himself at the entrance.
"Erk."
He reacted to the voices of the several Shinigami in the division. Still quiet on his tone as he noticed the Reiryoku of several Shinigami disappeared to elsewhere, yet not alarmed.
"Should I ask him where Jinno might be?
There, he could see a familiar figure, just in the plain sights where he could recognize the duo to be of the Eleventh Division. He thought to himself as he could tell that one of the Shinigami was as well dealing with some sort of issues. And so, he decided to introduce himself to the stranger, allowing them to be familiar with each other as a shinigami as well as a person.
"Hobiki and..... Ron?"
He paused.
" Is that your name? Right?"
He looked into their expression, not knowing that he spelled their name wrong. At the same time, his eyes moved to Rin and greeted her with an impish smile, his hand waved at her awkwardly after noticing something he was happy about.
"I want to know if you know where Jinno might be? I wanted to thank him for saving my unlucky butt a while ago."
He chuckled with such nervousness on his face. It is then he moved one of his arms out of the holes to place his hand onto the back of the head as he looked up at Hibiki. It is clear that he was kind of intimidated by Hibiki's height, but was happy that the other one was about Jiro's height.
"I noticed that you've been quiet... Perhaps you might have been attempted to communicate with your zanpakuto?" He appears to be rather nosy but it is noted that he was attempting to distract himself from all of the thoughts regarding the Kotetsu incident. "That's cool if it was the case. How far have you gotten with it?"

 

[Shinigami]

“One. Two.” within his inner world the striking pads Eikou held quaked a few more times, one blow even going so far as to send Eikou’s hand off center. The next would not be so fortunate in fact it was like when Hibiki’s hand made contact it was like hitting a stack of bricks. Its difference was clear but just as the hit rang true his silence was broken. Eikou kind of chuckled a bit, this was only due to the fact that even though he was a zanpakuto he knew very well of the on going A soft tap to the head and with that came the twitch of a brow. If one had seen an infant fighting the want to stay asleep in place of hunger. He was mildly annoyed to say the least. However when he opened his eyes only to see the presence of a fellow division member. It was almost like she was teasing by calling it mental warfare despite their being a slight truth to the matter. He was convening with Eikou for the sake of furthering his own skill as a shinigami, something they all had to do at one point or another.
“Mental warfare? I wouldn’t go that far even you’ve gotta get a bankai sometime.” However before he could truly respond to her jest of having a few rounds where they stood they were joined by another. His brow twitched as the aforementioned began to speak and when he did, he butchered hibiki’s name in fact he wasn’t even sure he knew it at all. At this point he was now standing erect his hand rubbing across the back of his neck before cutting his attention to the pink haired young man who was asking where muscle head jinno was. His deep voice would’ve reached his ears with hint of annoyance. “Jinno’s somewhere in the 4th division barracks, go look there if that’s really all you want.” He wasn’t even going to acknowledge the rest of his questions since the person in question couldn’t remember their names to begin with. His attention would’ve eventually turned back to Rin only to give her a brief nod in response to her prior question about wanting to have a go of it.