BSD
Administrator
Listen Here!
This era was like no other. Every experience up until this point had provided him with tremendous knowledge. Knowledge often came in various forms, it was associated with an object, typically. So then, would it be appropriate to associate knowledge with one's Zanpakuto? Perhaps this was true, or was this to narrow of a way to view things within the Seireitei? As the Captain's clashed and their spiritual energy reverberated throughout the Soul Society, Ensō's former euphoria had died down quickly. There wasn't much to be excited about at this moment. Well, that was actually a lie. Aside from the fluctuations coming from the central Seireitei, he had noticed that the 7th Division's barracks had gotten quite lively. His ability to sense their Reiatsu and Reiryoku came to him easily despite the distance between their barracks and his. They had no one but themselves to blame for this. Considering that his sensory prowess was on "high alert" so that he could track the movements of the Captain's quarrels, it was fairly easy for him to decipher different signatures throughout the Soul Society, especially when they were engaging in combat and flaring their own Reiatsu freely.
A grimace-like smile formed on his face as his snow-white teeth came out from hiding under his lips. Such an ugly smile could have only meant that he was up to something. In his own personal quarters with his own spiritual energy suppressed, no one would be aware of what he was doing. Ensō appeared meek and perhaps even less capable than some of those who he taught. Such a person was the third seat of the Third Division, but how? The answer to that lied within nefarious tales that hadn't been revealed to those around him. A sensible man with a passion for teaching. He was well-rounded and respected for his talents, even with what appeared to be rather average levels of spiritual energy. Yet, it was clear that sometimes intuition allowed for others to pick up on that which was invisible. Of course, this didn't mean that they were able to figure out what their gut was telling them. More often than not, those who started to pick up on this invisible trail gave up, especially when they heard the man speak and saw him act. There were never any ill intentions that gave him away. Every single move, from the slightest flex of a muscle, as his arm moved to a Shunpo that was intentionally slowed had a purpose. That purpose was to appear as though he was nothing too special. To others, he was very much so like a bug that could be squashed. Like a spider, he drew them in only to entangle them and give them a small glimpse of despair — a show that they were nothing; that they were expendable.
Following the 7th Division's movements and actions, it was clear that their actions began to die down. What did this mean for them? Well, it meant that they were likely done acting like they were children and decided to stop fighting amongst one another. Who could blame them, though? They had no leadership — they lacked a 3rd Seat, Lieutenant, and Captain. They were prime testing material for those reasons, of course. The release of Daiki's Shikai hadn't gone unnoticed, however. Every movement that held an ounce of Reiatsu within it had been cataloged accordingly, allowing the man to trap those within the 7th in his web. One would believe that the Shinigami's essence was being captured by an artist, as he had stood astonishingly still, aware of his surroundings not only because of his natural senses but his Reikaku capabilities. He hadn't moved a single inch, still focused on his continuous Crescent Moon Breathing. In his stillness, even his breathing was muted. His entire body made not a single sound as his meager presence suppressed itself further, allowing only those who could catch a glimpse of him to be aware of his existence.
In an eerie way, he appeared to have been wiped from existence, Ensō had utilized his mastery of Shunpo to depart from his personal quarters with his Reiryoku suppressed. Surmounting the physical barriers with no difficulty was a feat in and of itself, but the fact that he had made one singular movement from his personal quarters in the Southeast Seireitei to the Northeast Seireitei was something that would leave an onlooker in awe — assuming that they could even perceive the man given his high speeds. In a single heartbeat, he had arrived at his location, just inside the 7th Division's Barracks as Daiki and Ashura were going to part ways after their battle while Katsuo trained in the courtyard. They were all relatively close, Daiki and Ashura in particular when he arrived — no more than five meters from one another, while Katuso remained in the courtyard that was within range, certainly not more than 15 meters from his two "comrades." —but it didn't matter at this very moment how far apart they were. Like a ticking bomb whose timer was set for less than a second, the man had arrived, unseen and unbeknownst to those who had just ended their scuffle and their singular onlooker who had been training while watching the two. The instructor was positioned 10 meters behind the two Shinigami who had finished their spar, meaning that he was 25 meters away from Katsuo, but distance did not matter given that he had concealed his presence entirely and they weren't positioned in a way that would give his physical presence away. Before anyone could make their way from one another, his manifestation would have occurred. In the same heartbeat that he had manifested, he would act while their backs were turned to him, leaving little time for them to even begin to think about reacting, especially given the circumstances surrounding his arrival.
Southeast Seireitei ----> Northeast Seireitei
