Shinigami
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Third Seat Saiko, a helpless victim swept up in the storm of the actions and decisions of others, her seniors meant to be veterans in terms of shinigami conduct and life, meant to be examples instead serve as her downfall. In her panic her mind races for answers, uncertain to what exactly she had done to warrant such negative attention. She questions her decision in saving the downtrodden man, beaten by his attackers prior to her intervention. Though young and less experienced she is still a shinigami. She calms herself, at least..as best she can and reassesses both her surroundings and her situation. She silently places pieces together. Her Lieutenant’s relaxed demeanor, the focus of all the Onmitsukido seemingly trained on the Oda, she begins to understand that this has nothing to do with her actions, it had nothing to do with her from the beginning.
"It'll be alright. Just listen to them and don't try anything, you'll be just fine."
With her name called, the young Oda attempts to appease his young subordinate, to ease her of any worries she may have. While a portion of what the Lieutenant has said was true enough, there was one portion that was yet to be seen.
Would it really be alright?
“I agree to be questioned on behalf of Lieutenant
Oda.”
And so she willingly submits. She understands that she is insignificant in the grand scheme of whatever dubious matters Katsuo has found himself in. Genuinely ignorant of any actions or information she is an innocent soul in all of this. It is because of her innocence she has no need to fight, to resist. With the matter of the Third seat settled, Katsuo faces his escorts, the smile he had offered Saiko now abandoned for a colder gaze. The Onmitsukido stare back, unfazed by the seriousness of the look in the Oda’s eyes, or the boy’s fearless demeanor.
"Well, I shouldn't resist given it was a captain who gave you those orders now shouldn't I? Just don't try to take my Zanpakuto, and I'll comply. Okay?"
Again, the boy attempts to wrest some semblance of control over his predicament. Believes he is in a position to negotiate the terms of his detainment, to make demands of them. He proves his ignorance yet again. While versed in the traditions of his clan he should also understand that the same clan with those traditions is and always has been a militant clan committed to the cause of the Seireitei. Their traditions pale in comparison to the laws of the very organization they’d sworn their fealty to.
”Lieutenant Oda, the terms of your surrender are non-negotiable. You will be detained by us. We’ve been authorized to either bring you willingly, or to kill you.”
When the representative of the group spoke they did so without any malice, without any emotion to begin with. To others, one might believe they were looking down on the Oda, a Vice Captain within the Gotei 13, yet anyone who understood their Captain knew better. It was not as if they believed themselves to be so superior that killing the Oda would be a simple task, but that when given a command there were only ever two options.
Obey or die
Their Captain had given them specific instructions to follow, and so no matter what they had to do, how difficult the task, how many they would have to sacrifice they would be sure to follow through with their orders. If they could not bring Katsuo with them, they would place their lives on the line to end his. The Oda’s actions now serve to determine the measure of his guilt, and the fate of those captive under the thumb of the Phantom. Should Katsuo resist it will only serve to further prove he is the criminal he is painted to be as of now, and should he combat the Onmitsukido and flee...he ensures that upon their return their lives would be forfeit.
The men move in perfect harmony, one securing Saiko by her left arm to guide her away from Katsuo, while the others surround the Lieutenant, their blades now all drawn...all save for one.
CLACK. CLICK
Cuff composed of a certain material are locked and secured around the Oda’s wrists, an added measure to ensure there are no surprises or complications in the escort back to the Seireitei. The young Vice Captain would immediately be able to feel the effects of his restraints, cuffs made to lock and drain one of their Reiryoku the longer they are exposed to them, secured around the wrists, the very place one’s reiatsu vents are located at. Once secured the Oda’s zanpakuto is promptly seized. Throughout this whole process the Stealth Force watch Katsuo — they study his breathing, the flow and twitching of his muscles, his expression along with the flow of his reiatsu, seeking any irregularities..any hint of resistance, any sign of aggression. The moment a hint of single sign was shown, their blades would pierce the flesh of the Vice Captain. The distance between him and the drawn blades practically negligible.
No mind is paid to the lurking Kazumi, sifting through the gathering masses of onlookers, no thought is spared towards their former colleague. All that mattered at this time, in this moment was completing their mission and thus, securing their lives for one more day. With all parties secured they immediately disperse. When they move they do so with a body or two separating Saiko from Katsuo while another body travels along both sides of their detainees. It was a formation that allowed them to both watch and protect those in their custody. They move with the intention of rendezvousing with their Captain and the others back at the Seireitei..if not sooner.
The instant of their arrival is concurrently recognized by the Fugitive woman, not keen on playing host to her current uninvited guests. It is only after her name is spoken, that a heavy haze fills the sky, and the very air of the compound. It is a...new concoction of sorts from the woman, ever the mixer and dabbler of poisons, toxins and all other manner of concoctions.As dubious as this new mixture may be, the Former Head Lieutenant has perhaps forgotten that part of the Onmitsukido curriculum is in the handling and ingesting of varying poisons. It is a curriculum that has become increasingly harsher under the hellish hand of Ochitsuki, yet it is because of his fiendish mind that those clad in black still stand. Honoka in her absence is left ignorant to the advancements made in the past Century while she is away, even moreso in relation to the Second Division who had closed their gates to everyone outside their own.
While her special brew seemed ineffective, the same could not be said of the killing intent fanning off her form. The children begin to cry, frightened by the scene before them — surrounded by strange men in black, the people in the compound running and screaming, tripping over themselves as they sought shelter, and the otherwise gentle and tender Honoka making an expression foreign to them. Their world had been turned upside down.
"You and the child will return with m-"
"No."
Akarui watches on in silence as Kyomu issues out his demand, only to be cut off by Honoka’s unhesitant response.
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How nostalgic. Similar to how Kyomu had made demands back at Sixth Division over a century ago and was promptly denied by the Commander, it is now his former right hand mirroring his action. However..things were different between then and now. While Shobatsu held the authority to deny the Captain, Honoka the fugitive..held none.
She stares at the apparition before her, the vegetation around the compound responding to her ire, growing larger, denser, sharper and more hazardous by the second. The Phantom stares on, seemingly unperturbed in the face of her palpable killing intent and unrestrained reiatsu. Was this truly her answer? Would she amass more sins, more crimes than already committed? How far did she intend to fall? The two standoff, caught at an impasse. The woman dedicated to living as a mother and protecting her child from the world beyond the Oki’s walls and painted windows, the Captain...committed to fulfilling his obligations and duty as not only a shinigami and Captain of the Gotei 13, but the Corps Commander of the Executive Militia, charged with the apprehension and punishment of ex-comrades. The conviction of a mother pitted against the conviction of a killer.
It seemed that she was intent on seeing this through to the end, and Kyomu could only think of a single thing. A single thought, no..a conclusion had finally been made within his mind.
I suppose I’ll just kill her now
The phantom’s hand tightens its grip on the zanpakuto, a single gleam twinkling as it appears partially pulled from its wooden scabbard when-
"Honoka, that's enough."
An elderly woman makes her presence known, different from the fleeing, hiding and cowering Oki holed up or passed out. She approaches the fuming mother, seemingly reprimanding the woman for her reckless actions. Kyomu says nothing, his eyes following the frail looking thing continue her approach towards the fugitive woman.
CRRRrreeeaaak
The sound of weakened wood is faintly heard, no doubt from all the stress the surrounding walls and gave have been under due to the volatile nature of Honoka’s reiatsu running rampant. The old woman turns towards the Phantom presenting him with a bow before showing Honoka the ruin wrought by her own hand. Coming to her senses, the younger Oki reigns in her emotions and spiritual pressure, the rabid plant life returning to its docile state.
"Masahiro... he is safe here, still unbeknownst to the world, lest a close few. Taking him now will put him in the clutches of those who seek to turn him to his father, if not worse. She will go without a fight, I only ask that he remain here. Perhaps a few of your subordinates can remain and ensure his location?"
It is in this manner that the elder Oki and the distant young Oda are alike. The woman attempts to seize some manner of control over the situation, seeks to negotiate the terms of Honoka’s surrender, hoping to appease to the Captain’s logical her perhaps kinder and more reasonable nature.
The Captain merely stares at the short frail Oki then towards Honoka whose hands are raised in surrender. There is no anger in his eyes, no coldness or venom in his stare. No, reflected in the Phantom’s eyes is...nothing.
”You reprimand Honoka when the Oki are illicit in her actions. You have harbored both mother and child, lied, deceived. I’ll say it once more, and will not repeat myself once more..and only once more.”
CRRRRaaaack
In that instance the very gates and walls of the Oki compound is severed from the top of the gate down to and through the very ground, collapsing in upon itself. It seems that in that moment that Kyomu had concluded that there was no use speaking further to Honoka, that she was too foregone, beyond reason and his only course of action was to cut her down, and unsheathed his blade he was already in the process of swinging his blade to split the woman in two. Already committed to his goal to his action, the elder’s intervention served only to cause the Captain to divert his swing in the last possible moment, angling it away from Honoka. The force, speed and sharpness of the swing could not be undone, severing through both earth, wood, plaster, stone and air without the slightest hint of resistance. It is only now that the Captain’s previous actions can be perceived, and that is in its aftermath.
”The woman and child will both return with me to the Seireitei to go before the Commander. Do not disgrace yourselves further, this is not something the Oki can barter or negotiate their way around. Come quietly....or I will cut through every single Oki here until not a single one is left breathing. There is much to be answered for.”
He spoke matter-of-factly, his words direct and without double meaning or cause for misinterpretation. Akarui who, while safeguarding the children has done nothing to resist or attack the Captain or his subordinates, remains ever on Kyomu’s radar. She is also oddly silent, curious that she has nothing to say in all this. The Commander’s wife is not known for her silence after all. Just as before he expects compliance from everyone. While Kazue is not familiar with Kyomu it is easy for the woman to tell the sincerity in every word he spoke, something Honoka who was better acquainted with him could attest to. While fighting Honoka and potentially this older Oki would be a nuisance..that is all it would amount to...a temporary nuisance. A mere distraction at best towards the completion of his mission. Kyomu would cut through them to complete his goal...and he would cut through every Oki present and alive to send a message going forward. Men, women, children...young or old, he would remove the Oki from the root if need be-
All in the name of the Seireitei.
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Third Seat Saiko, a helpless victim swept up in the storm of the actions and decisions of others, her seniors meant to be veterans in terms of shinigami conduct and life, meant to be examples instead serve as her downfall. In her panic her mind races for answers, uncertain to what exactly she had done to warrant such negative attention. She questions her decision in saving the downtrodden man, beaten by his attackers prior to her intervention. Though young and less experienced she is still a shinigami. She calms herself, at least..as best she can and reassesses both her surroundings and her situation. She silently places pieces together. Her Lieutenant’s relaxed demeanor, the focus of all the Onmitsukido seemingly trained on the Oda, she begins to understand that this has nothing to do with her actions, it had nothing to do with her from the beginning.
"It'll be alright. Just listen to them and don't try anything, you'll be just fine."
With her name called, the young Oda attempts to appease his young subordinate, to ease her of any worries she may have. While a portion of what the Lieutenant has said was true enough, there was one portion that was yet to be seen.
Would it really be alright?
“I agree to be questioned on behalf of Lieutenant
Oda.”
And so she willingly submits. She understands that she is insignificant in the grand scheme of whatever dubious matters Katsuo has found himself in. Genuinely ignorant of any actions or information she is an innocent soul in all of this. It is because of her innocence she has no need to fight, to resist. With the matter of the Third seat settled, Katsuo faces his escorts, the smile he had offered Saiko now abandoned for a colder gaze. The Onmitsukido stare back, unfazed by the seriousness of the look in the Oda’s eyes, or the boy’s fearless demeanor.
"Well, I shouldn't resist given it was a captain who gave you those orders now shouldn't I? Just don't try to take my Zanpakuto, and I'll comply. Okay?"
Again, the boy attempts to wrest some semblance of control over his predicament. Believes he is in a position to negotiate the terms of his detainment, to make demands of them. He proves his ignorance yet again. While versed in the traditions of his clan he should also understand that the same clan with those traditions is and always has been a militant clan committed to the cause of the Seireitei. Their traditions pale in comparison to the laws of the very organization they’d sworn their fealty to.
”Lieutenant Oda, the terms of your surrender are non-negotiable. You will be detained by us. We’ve been authorized to either bring you willingly, or to kill you.”
When the representative of the group spoke they did so without any malice, without any emotion to begin with. To others, one might believe they were looking down on the Oda, a Vice Captain within the Gotei 13, yet anyone who understood their Captain knew better. It was not as if they believed themselves to be so superior that killing the Oda would be a simple task, but that when given a command there were only ever two options.
Obey or die
Their Captain had given them specific instructions to follow, and so no matter what they had to do, how difficult the task, how many they would have to sacrifice they would be sure to follow through with their orders. If they could not bring Katsuo with them, they would place their lives on the line to end his. The Oda’s actions now serve to determine the measure of his guilt, and the fate of those captive under the thumb of the Phantom. Should Katsuo resist it will only serve to further prove he is the criminal he is painted to be as of now, and should he combat the Onmitsukido and flee...he ensures that upon their return their lives would be forfeit.
The men move in perfect harmony, one securing Saiko by her left arm to guide her away from Katsuo, while the others surround the Lieutenant, their blades now all drawn...all save for one.
CLACK. CLICK
Cuff composed of a certain material are locked and secured around the Oda’s wrists, an added measure to ensure there are no surprises or complications in the escort back to the Seireitei. The young Vice Captain would immediately be able to feel the effects of his restraints, cuffs made to lock and drain one of their Reiryoku the longer they are exposed to them, secured around the wrists, the very place one’s reiatsu vents are located at. Once secured the Oda’s zanpakuto is promptly seized. Throughout this whole process the Stealth Force watch Katsuo — they study his breathing, the flow and twitching of his muscles, his expression along with the flow of his reiatsu, seeking any irregularities..any hint of resistance, any sign of aggression. The moment a hint of single sign was shown, their blades would pierce the flesh of the Vice Captain. The distance between him and the drawn blades practically negligible.
No mind is paid to the lurking Kazumi, sifting through the gathering masses of onlookers, no thought is spared towards their former colleague. All that mattered at this time, in this moment was completing their mission and thus, securing their lives for one more day. With all parties secured they immediately disperse. When they move they do so with a body or two separating Saiko from Katsuo while another body travels along both sides of their detainees. It was a formation that allowed them to both watch and protect those in their custody. They move with the intention of rendezvousing with their Captain and the others back at the Seireitei..if not sooner.
The instant of their arrival is concurrently recognized by the Fugitive woman, not keen on playing host to her current uninvited guests. It is only after her name is spoken, that a heavy haze fills the sky, and the very air of the compound. It is a...new concoction of sorts from the woman, ever the mixer and dabbler of poisons, toxins and all other manner of concoctions.As dubious as this new mixture may be, the Former Head Lieutenant has perhaps forgotten that part of the Onmitsukido curriculum is in the handling and ingesting of varying poisons. It is a curriculum that has become increasingly harsher under the hellish hand of Ochitsuki, yet it is because of his fiendish mind that those clad in black still stand. Honoka in her absence is left ignorant to the advancements made in the past Century while she is away, even moreso in relation to the Second Division who had closed their gates to everyone outside their own.
While her special brew seemed ineffective, the same could not be said of the killing intent fanning off her form. The children begin to cry, frightened by the scene before them — surrounded by strange men in black, the people in the compound running and screaming, tripping over themselves as they sought shelter, and the otherwise gentle and tender Honoka making an expression foreign to them. Their world had been turned upside down.
"You and the child will return with m-"
"No."
Akarui watches on in silence as Kyomu issues out his demand, only to be cut off by Honoka’s unhesitant response.
.
.
.
How nostalgic. Similar to how Kyomu had made demands back at Sixth Division over a century ago and was promptly denied by the Commander, it is now his former right hand mirroring his action. However..things were different between then and now. While Shobatsu held the authority to deny the Captain, Honoka the fugitive..held none.
She stares at the apparition before her, the vegetation around the compound responding to her ire, growing larger, denser, sharper and more hazardous by the second. The Phantom stares on, seemingly unperturbed in the face of her palpable killing intent and unrestrained reiatsu. Was this truly her answer? Would she amass more sins, more crimes than already committed? How far did she intend to fall? The two standoff, caught at an impasse. The woman dedicated to living as a mother and protecting her child from the world beyond the Oki’s walls and painted windows, the Captain...committed to fulfilling his obligations and duty as not only a shinigami and Captain of the Gotei 13, but the Corps Commander of the Executive Militia, charged with the apprehension and punishment of ex-comrades. The conviction of a mother pitted against the conviction of a killer.
It seemed that she was intent on seeing this through to the end, and Kyomu could only think of a single thing. A single thought, no..a conclusion had finally been made within his mind.
I suppose I’ll just kill her now
The phantom’s hand tightens its grip on the zanpakuto, a single gleam twinkling as it appears partially pulled from its wooden scabbard when-
"Honoka, that's enough."
An elderly woman makes her presence known, different from the fleeing, hiding and cowering Oki holed up or passed out. She approaches the fuming mother, seemingly reprimanding the woman for her reckless actions. Kyomu says nothing, his eyes following the frail looking thing continue her approach towards the fugitive woman.
CRRRrreeeaaak
The sound of weakened wood is faintly heard, no doubt from all the stress the surrounding walls and gave have been under due to the volatile nature of Honoka’s reiatsu running rampant. The old woman turns towards the Phantom presenting him with a bow before showing Honoka the ruin wrought by her own hand. Coming to her senses, the younger Oki reigns in her emotions and spiritual pressure, the rabid plant life returning to its docile state.
"Masahiro... he is safe here, still unbeknownst to the world, lest a close few. Taking him now will put him in the clutches of those who seek to turn him to his father, if not worse. She will go without a fight, I only ask that he remain here. Perhaps a few of your subordinates can remain and ensure his location?"
It is in this manner that the elder Oki and the distant young Oda are alike. The woman attempts to seize some manner of control over the situation, seeks to negotiate the terms of Honoka’s surrender, hoping to appease to the Captain’s logical her perhaps kinder and more reasonable nature.
The Captain merely stares at the short frail Oki then towards Honoka whose hands are raised in surrender. There is no anger in his eyes, no coldness or venom in his stare. No, reflected in the Phantom’s eyes is...nothing.
”You reprimand Honoka when the Oki are illicit in her actions. You have harbored both mother and child, lied, deceived. I’ll say it once more, and will not repeat myself once more..and only once more.”
CRRRRaaaack
In that instance the very gates and walls of the Oki compound is severed from the top of the gate down to and through the very ground, collapsing in upon itself. It seems that in that moment that Kyomu had concluded that there was no use speaking further to Honoka, that she was too foregone, beyond reason and his only course of action was to cut her down, and unsheathed his blade he was already in the process of swinging his blade to split the woman in two. Already committed to his goal to his action, the elder’s intervention served only to cause the Captain to divert his swing in the last possible moment, angling it away from Honoka. The force, speed and sharpness of the swing could not be undone, severing through both earth, wood, plaster, stone and air without the slightest hint of resistance. It is only now that the Captain’s previous actions can be perceived, and that is in its aftermath.
”The woman and child will both return with me to the Seireitei to go before the Commander. Do not disgrace yourselves further, this is not something the Oki can barter or negotiate their way around. Come quietly....or I will cut through every single Oki here until not a single one is left breathing. There is much to be answered for.”
He spoke matter-of-factly, his words direct and without double meaning or cause for misinterpretation. Akarui who, while safeguarding the children has done nothing to resist or attack the Captain or his subordinates, remains ever on Kyomu’s radar. She is also oddly silent, curious that she has nothing to say in all this. The Commander’s wife is not known for her silence after all. Just as before he expects compliance from everyone. While Kazue is not familiar with Kyomu it is easy for the woman to tell the sincerity in every word he spoke, something Honoka who was better acquainted with him could attest to. While fighting Honoka and potentially this older Oki would be a nuisance..that is all it would amount to...a temporary nuisance. A mere distraction at best towards the completion of his mission. Kyomu would cut through them to complete his goal...and he would cut through every Oki present and alive to send a message going forward. Men, women, children...young or old, he would remove the Oki from the root if need be-
All in the name of the Seireitei.
