Into The Unknown {JT, Closed, Daiki & Shawn, NDE}

[Shawn Rabuburēdo]

Training for SP


Today was the day Shawn was entrusted to help chaperone some students from the academy, they were checking out an area in the west Rukongai near the wilderness. It was his and a few other Shinigami from both squad 11 and 10’s job to ensure the students are safe, and more specifically, that they don’t go running off into the wilderness. I hope there won’t be any troublemakers in this trip, being my first job helping the academy and all. During this time Shawn would be making his way with the group towards the edge of the Rukogai where the class is going to take place for them.



Waiting and listening as one of the few instructors goes on with a lecture about the dangers of Hollows and how they even live in the wilderness. Explaining as well what the wilderness is to those who have no knowledge of the subject and what else lives there other than Hollows. Finishing the lesson, that instructor moves back as another one takes his place, waving for everyone to follow her along the edge, applying enough gravitational pressure to scare away the weak Hollows as they go. Unaware of the danger this has created, a Hollow stays just out of range of sight while concealing its presence.

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{Stats & Skills}

              Stats

Type- SSv1

Strength - 50 Points (-50%=25)



Speed - 100 Points (-50%=50)



Spiritual Pressure - 50 Points



Reiatsu Strength - 50 Points



Light Aura - 100 Points



Dark Aura - 0 Points



Instinct - 50 Points (-50%=25)



Senses - 75 Points (-50%=37.5)



Energy Sensory - 0 Points (-50%=0)



Healing Expertise - 0 Points

         Skills


Analyzing: 1



Calm Mind: 1



Learning: 1



Strength of Will: 1



Battle Focus: 1



Martial Arts- Kyusho Jitsu: 1



Battle Analysis: 1



Mental Incantation: 1



Weapon- Jian Sword: 1

[Daiki]

Training for SP

Today was the day. It was marked on the calendar, circled even, to indicate that this was the day he could finally put all that book learning to use; or rather, that he finally had a day off to use as he wished. To phrase it that way is deceitful, however. It was a school day, of course, yet it was different from the rest in that he was attending a practical shadowing field trip. This was a way he'd use a day of his if he had a choice: Practical learning, as opposed to books and theory.

The circle of education in Shino Academy was dull and boring, though not altogether uninformative. For a guy like Daiki, it was useful for setting expectations for the job ahead of him. Some people spent years and years in Shino Academy. Yet it couldn't be said Daiki wished this for himself. It was a comfy location, daily life was easy as long as one's academic scores were above a certain threshold. A lot of swallowing and regurgitating information but none of it really meant anything.

Hence why Daiki may have been more excited about a day where he could fine tune expectations for the job, build some rapport up the chain, and stretch his legs. When's the last time he could actually use this body of his to the fullest? Had he ever done it? It seemed like such a waste that he wouldn't but even memories of such exertions were lost to him.

Daiki's presence today had been heralded by a looming shadow. He was tall, perhaps not as tall as certain gate guardians, but it was clear that he was head, shoulders, and even chest over the rest of the students. To say he stood out like a sore thumb didn't do it justice, instead it could be said he stood tall like a nail refusing to be hammered down.

He scanned across the various instructors who had volunteered (or had been volunteered), in order to see which one he might select on this day. The particulars of protocol, of course, flew over his head like an overzealous swallow. There wasn't much to say that couldn't have been said in a normal classroom. Today Daiki was here to act.

A pulse of impressive killing intent washed around the area for a moment, and caused Daiki to take notice. Oh wait, that was supposed to be called 'Spiritual Pressure' or something, wasn't it? Guess he needed to follow this guy, right? It occurred to him that a field trip patrol with so many guards at once seemed inefficient. Perhaps he would need to take a personal day to shadow the Shinigami Officers after all, where it might not be so cramped.

Of course, for a man like Daiki, who understood so little of the world, whose afterlife was fleeting as a passing dream, he couldn't possibly think about how insidious the enemy he would swear to face down could truly be. A hollow of considerable strength would only need to linger nearby to have a whole class of spiritually significant newbies to feast on, and what a waste it would have been to let it all pass by.

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{Stats and Skills}Strength: 55 (+150% = 137)
Speed: 50 (-50% = 25)
Reiatsu Strength: 50 (-50% = 25)
Spirit Pressure: 50 (-50% = 25)
Instinct: 25
Senses: 50 (-50% = 25)
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50

Skills
Pain Tolerance 1 (1 Free)
Strength of Will 1
Bleeding Tolerance 1
Poison Resistance 1
Weapon: Katana Blades 1
Street Fighting 1
Battle Analysis 1

[Shawn Rabuburēdo]

Walking along the side of the Wilderness was unusually calm and quiet, unsure if something was off he just followed the instructors and the two other unseated squad 10’s. Watching over the students would allow Shawn to see that they were all different. Different Heights, widths, hair color, this brought back memories of his academy days. It wasn’t long before they stopped again for one of the instructors to begin another speech, too bad it was cut short.



Keeping their guards up, all 3 Shinigami escorts, including Shawn, would notice movement coming from the trees. Just as soon as the movements were noticed, four hollows rushed out of the treelines, two on each side. The two that were on the left where Shawn was and happened to both move on all fours, the other two on the right where the other two Shinigami's where, ran out standing upright. The two standing upright resembled werewolves, while the other two looked simply like oversized wolves.



Running out the four Hollows quickly got behind the group, as if they were trying to edge them into the forest. Pulling out their Zanpakutou, Shawn and the other two guards ready themselves in front of the instructors and students. Preparing to charge all three of them were startled, as soon as they began to move forward the Hollows began to howl. This howl stopped the three Shini’s in their tracks, not through some special technique or power, just from the eeriness of it.



Following the howling the Hollows would begin to open their mouth, doing so they would show their multitude of sharp and pointy teeth. While showing their teeth a change would begin to happen, they grew more teeth then natural and they grew in size at the same time. Their fur was slowly replaced by what looked like a hard carapace, moving forward as these mutations took place. Once it was finished they charged the group and following this change the Shinigami quickly divided the groups into three and split up. Shawn took the smallest group that also happened to have no instructors, leaving him alone with three students. The biggest issue however was the fact that Shawns group was in the middle, so as one group went left chased by one of the wolf Hollows and the other group went right chased by the other wolf Hollow, this left Shawn and his small group in the middle cornered against the Wilderness by two big werewolf Hollows.

[Daiki]

It was a peaceful trip for the most part, at least it seemed fairly routine. There really wasn't much to pray for when it came to a patrol out near the outskirts of Soul Society, simply not bumping into any hollows was a good enough outcome. For Daiki, perhaps somewhere in his heart, he was hoping for an interesting outcome. Alright, he was actually praying the whole time for a little excitement.

As soon as he'd been thinking it for long enough to feel a pang of remorse, there was movement in the trees. Whoever Daiki may have been in his human lifetime had grown used to ambushes, but nowadays, all Daiki had for it was dulled reflexes. Before he knew it, a handful of hollows had invaded the area. A moment of clarity passed through his mind as he analysed the situation. Two upright werewolves, and two more typical quadrupedal wolves, an interesting situation: A pack of hollows hunting as a group was quite rare indeed, according to the books he'd read up on.

Nevertheless, a pack of hollows versus a squad of shinigami was nowhere near the end of the world, all they needed to do was follow the guidebooks and... The group got split up. Daiki ran alongside one of the instructors, being chased by one of the wolf hollows, yet he noticed more of his class over by a lone shinigami with the more dangerous-looking hollows.

The quadrupedal ones grew in size and intimidation factor, and it started to become a question of whether they were stronger than him or not. Daiki stopped in his tracks, against the grain and turned around to look at the chasing hollow with a glare in his eyes. "Think you're tough, huh? Hunting schoolboys during a field trip? Have a taste of this!" Daiki monologued to draw the wolf's attention towards himself, his fist balling up.

He wasn't exactly top of the class in his Hakuda group, but he always had one thing over his peers: His body. There was something sturdier about him. As the wolf bounded towards him, he knew two things: He had one shot at this, and he was probably going to be punished later for going against procedure. Of course, the real facts were that these two-legged people weren't exactly going to outrun a gang of fucking beast-type hollows. Not everyone present had the athleticism needed to push through to the top of the class.

But all it took was one person with the strength to match. With his balled up fist, he put to use all those years of bouncing thugs for old man Kimura. An overhead hook, delivered squarely to the topside of the encroaching wolf's maw. He didn't need anybody to snatch him from the jaws of death, with his bare hand he slammed the beast's face into the dirt beneath him dramatically. Of course, animals never reeled for long, so he followed through with a heavy stomp from his foot, pinning the beast under all 300lbs of his mass by its neck.

It began struggling, squirming even. He didn't have the sheer difference in strength needed to hold it entirely like this, it was a pretty tough creature. However, whatever one could say about his methods, how crazy brave he had to be to try this, it was a clear matter of truth that he'd forced the hollow to be wide open for some more approved methods of execution.

[Shawn Rabuburēdo]

Shawn stands up to the two Werewolf Hollows in front of him, keeping the students behind him. They begin to slowly move forward, as this happens Shawn finds resolve, forcing himself to move forward, attempting to jab with his Zanpakuto. Using his weight when the Hollows get within five feet of him, he pivots stabbing downward into the leg, attempting to injure and inhibit their movements. The attack failed however, the Hollows were just too quick to react, keeping the five foot distance while shifting their legs to dodge the incoming attacks. Slowly being pushed back, Shawn decides to go for a different tactic.



Raising his left hand, he mentally casts Bakudo #4: Hainawa, causing a bright white rope to fly from his fingertips. The Hollows seemed to be prepared, seeming to use Ulcera, they disappeared into what looks like a miniature garganta only to reappear ten feet apart from each other. One moved five feet to the left while the other seemed to move five feet to the right. Backs beginning to be pressed up to the trees behind them, Shawn has another trick up his sleeve at least. Quickly sheathing his Zanpakuto, he flicks both hands and fingers outward, his left hand going slightly downwards to the left while the right hand goes slightly downward to the right. Anybody with a decent enough sight (50 senses when close or 100 when at a distance) would notice strings now attached to the ground around Shawn and the students he’s protecting. These strings go from the ground and lead up to his hand where he has them gripped in each hand. Surrounding himself and the others behind him like they were a wall of protection, he would stare down the Hollows, almost daring them to touch these strings.



The moment Daiki made contact with the wolf Hollows maw, something would feel off. The Hollow would slam into the ground without any resistance, almost as if he just punched a balloon full of oxygen. The same feeling he would notice as his foot comes down on the neck of this Hollow. Daiki would barely have to use any Strength to keep this beast down, almost as if it couldn’t resist, like the thing had no physical Strength at all. It wouldn’t take long however for everything to change.



Daiki’s foot would suddenly fall to the ground as the Hollow he held down vanished, something did replace it. Daiki would have to look up at this new Hollow in front of him, this strange looking creature had the head of an owl but the body of a gorilla. It stood at 7’4” looking down at Daiki with a slight tilt to its head, it would begin to lift its hand up as if it planned to attack. Without any other warning, something that resembled a Cero would blast out of its hand. What would Daiki do to avoid this attack coming at him from four feet away aiming at his chest? An attack with 125 RS power that would burn whatever it made contact with, causing second degree burns and tiring him out as if it drained his stamina.