Time Well Spent [Joint-Training]

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(OOC: This is a Joint-Training Thread for Kazuko Shiba, Vice-Captain of Squad Nine, and Himitsu Misute, Third Seat of Squad Nine. For the purposes of this training, we will be making enemy NPCs to help move things along and keep things interesting; moreover, we will use time-skips where needed as well. This training will take place at some unknown location, deep in the mountains of the Outer Rukongai, also known as the Wilderness. Furthermore, we will be earning CTP for this thread. The training, in character, will last for a few days all the way up to a few weeks, if necessary.)

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Outside the door to the Vice Captains’ Office of Squad Nine, there were ‘beeps’ and ‘pings’ coming from within the room. Many squad members, curious as they were, lingered outside and propped their ears against the door frame. Though, none stayed for very long; they could guess what he was doing in there. Even though Kazuko Shiba was their ranking officer, he was still a kid. Inside, reclining on his chair with his feet propped on his desk, the young officer was busy playing one of his handheld games. The ‘beeps’ and ‘pings’ came from the button smashing and leveling he was doing with the device. His brown eyes were focused in on the plastic screen, watching his avatar within progress through each stage and level, racking up items and kills. This game, like many others, were gifts given to him by one of his acquaintances within the World of the Living. He had a collection of similar electronic games that he had converted into spirit energy upon transport back to Soul Society. Despite how much it cost him over at Squad Twelve to get it all done, he was a happy camper. After what seemed like an hour of zombie like attention to the game, a chime rang out from the device, and the boy brought his arms over his head, cheering.


“Yes, I got the high score!” He exclaimed, receiving a subdued silence from the empty office, and few snickers from outside the door. The young officer put the game on his desk, over a few dozen unsigned documents that he had postponed reading in place of taking a break. Already, he could feel the weight of his duties pressing down on his shoulders once again, settling his mood. That is, until he recalled what was so special about that day, and then the smile returned, fuller than ever. Oh no, he would not be doing any paperwork that day, or for a while now that he thought about it. Kazuko jumped off his chair, and scurried over to one of the drawers near his desk. The boy pulled out an arm full of candy and treats, and closed the drawer with a short kick. Next, he moved to the front of the room where he had a backpack propped against the wall and stuffed the contents in his arms within it. Kazuko had already prepared most of the things he would need for the next few days within the bag beforehand, but he had to make sure he had enough candy to last him. After another few minutes, he was set and ready to leave, and hopefully, so would his new Third Seat, Himitsu Misute.


Upon agreement, Kazuko had offered to help train the new officer, and teach him some of his techniques. Of course, that meant that the obscenely large recruit would have to transfer over to Squad Nine, and accept the promotion that he was offered. Well, the time to train had finally come up once again, and the Vice-Captain had discussed it with the officer about leaving the squad to do the training. Of course, both would have to prepare for the journey, packing supplies and the like for the trip. Nothing meant training like a trip out to the wilderness. Plus, since both the officers would be gone for some time that meant that the Vice-Captain could have some time off for himself. No paperwork or chores for this boy. The Vice-Captain hurried out of his office, finding a few surprised squad members just outside his door. “Oh, how long have you guys been outside my door? Oh, that doesn’t matter I guess. Just let the Captain know I’ll be out for a few days along with Himitsu.” And with that, the boy scurried away, leaving the few members there wondering where exactly he would be going.


After a lot of walking, the boy made it to the office door that belonged to the Third Seat; hopefully, he was still in, or else the boy would have to go out looking for the man. The young officer rapped his fist on the door, calling, “Himitsu! You ready to go!? You better not have forgotten about today!” His voice was cheerful, and small in all regards. Kazuko, on his front, was already ready to leave; he had his customary uniform on, along with his Vice-Captains’ Badge tied to his left upper arm. Along his side, there were two jugs that swished with some unknown liquid, and in ruby colored backpack, he had a special gauntlet of his stored and ready. Along with all that, he had plenty of candy – and some food – to last him a while, and some changes of clothes. Strapped to his back, underneath the backpack, he wore his zanpakuto, Gagoiru, diagonally across his back. The only thing the young officer had forgotten to do on his way out was fix his brown hair, which was usually combed back. Now, it had a few tufts all over the place, but he didn’t really care that all about it. After another moment or two, the boy decided to open the door, and walk inside of the Third Seats’ Office.


“Come on, Himitsu. The journey itself will take us a few days from here, and I plan to at least make it out of the Seireitei by tonight if we can. I hope you packed for the trip, ‘cause I don’t plan to share any of my candy with you.” Kazuko teased; well, he had meant the part about the candy… he was stingy when it came to that sort of thing. Whether they left from there or not was all up to how prepared Himitsu was for the trip ahead. If he was ready to go, they would set out immediately, and try to make it the out of the Seireitei by nightfall. The journey, as he had mentioned before when they had discussed the trip, would take a few days. There intended location for their training was in the outer Rukongai, so they would have to make a long journey either way. Though, the less time they spent traveling meant that they could have more time training. Besides, it was also a good time for both officers to get to know each other better as well. Himitsu had only recently been promoted and reassigned to Squad Nine, so it was likely he still had a few questions or concerns on his mind about the whole change of duties.

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{Stats/Skills}

Kazuko Shiba: Level 2, Spiritual Genius

Strength – [100] (50)
Speed – [400]
Spiritual Pressure – [200] (400)
Reiatsu Strength – [400] (800)
Light Aura – [75]
Dark Aura – [25]
Instinct – [150]
Senses – [100]
Energy Sensory – [50] (150)
Healing Expertise – [0]

Total SP: 1400


Abilities

Weapons: Sword {3}
Hakuda {3}
Battle Analysis {3}
Mental Incantation {3}
Calm Mind {2}
Pain Tolerance {1}
Learning {1}

Total SKP: 16

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{Items}
Reiatsu Sake
Resistance Sake
Reiatsu Gauntlet
Candy

[Himitsu Kasumi'Oji]

“OH MY GOD. IT WAS PASCAL ALL ALONG!”

Himitsu practically leaped from a reclined position on his chair just to get to the literal edge of his seat. Revenge was getting better every week! Why is it that the humans were genius when it came to methods of entertainment while Soul Society is left with… what? Nothing! Exactly! Unless you’d even consider that pile of thin firewood people so fondly call ‘Soul Food.’ Himitsu wasn’t interested who found their way into bed with Raion this time, or how badly Captain Kenryoku Kawada smelled. It was all about how Ted met the love of his life in the now concluded How I Met Your Mother, what happens with Chuck in the show titled Chuck, or, in this case, Emily’s path of revenge in Revenge. Soul Food couldn’t keep up to the brilliance of human entertainment. Not even close.

Speaking of entertainment, the giant had been waiting for this day for a while now. He was going on another vacation, but this time, his new Vice Captain, Kazuko Shiba, would accompany Himitsu. After their last training session, which had ended with Himitsu becoming the new Third Seat of Squad 9, the large Shinigami had been looking forward to continue. After all, it was another opportunity to get stronger. Another opportunity to get one step closer to that Arrancar, Kuroi, and anyone else that followed him. And better yet, he didn’t have to go through it alone. Speaking of the devil, he heard a rushed knocking on the door followed by a high-pitched voice.

“Himitsu! You ready to go!? You better not have forgotten about today!”

It seems like his road-trip partner was ready. Good thing Himitsu was prepared too. He had a nice duffle bag set beside his desk packed with all sorts of important things. There were a good five or six books the Third Seat crammed in there, along with whatever clothes he might need: Various jackets, shirts, pants, shorts, and even an extra pair of shoes if he needed them. There were plenty of snacks that he made sure to bring, mostly those delicious goldfish he found on a visit to New York a while ago. Speaking of New York, Himitsu was definitely dressed like a sightseer. The most normal part of his appearance was his blue pants and gray vans. However, everything definitely stamped the word ‘tourist’ on his head. He had a white ‘I Heart New York’ shirt as well as a New York Yankees cap. Kazuko would be in for a surprise when he opened that door.

When the Vice Captain entered, Himitsu practically jumped from his feet, used the remote to turn off the television in the corner of his office, and made his way to the door. “Don’t worry, Kazuko, we’ll get there when we get there. Plus, the journey’s supposed to be the best part!” Himitsu grabbed his bag, slung it over his back, and started heading out of his office towards the exit of the Squad 9 Barracks. On his way out, the large Shinigami called over his shoulder to Kazuko, whether the Vice Captain was following or not. “You can keep your candy, but if anyone starts asking questions, just say I’m your dad.” Himitsu was in bright spirits and he wasn’t making any attempt to hide it.

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{Stats and Skills}
Stats

Stats

Strength - [75] Points

Speed - [200] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [175] (218) Points

Reiatsu Strength - [275] (343) Points

Light Aura - [80] Points

Dark Aura - [20] Points

Instinct - [100] (75) Points

Senses - [100] (75) Points

Energy sensory - [75] (56) Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1000] Points

Abilities

• [Mental Incantation] {2}
  
  
• [Calm Mind] {2}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {2}
  
  
• [Illusion Resist] {2}
  
  
• [Learning] {2}
  
  
• [Weapons: Swords] {1}
  
  
• [Battle Focus] {2}
  

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{Himitsus Apparel (Minus the Glasses, Camera, and Fanny Pack)}

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“I see you… dressed for the occasion.” Kazuko said sullenly, massaging his forehead with the tips of his fingers. Oh boy, he could feel the headache coming on already. Though, he did laugh a bit at the whole pretend dad thing, a little creepily too; it seemed that some people had no value for their lives. Regardless, the boy walked along with Himitsu down and out of the halls and corridors of the Barracks, embarking out of Squad Nine. Outside the Squad Buildings, like most others, there were hundreds of buildings and walls that branched out in all directions, each path leading somewhere off in the distance. Though, with all the turns and paths, it was hard to tell whether any of the paths wouldn’t just turn someone around and send them in the opposite direction. Still, the Vice-Captain had learned the layout of the Squad and most of the paths outside of it upon first taking up the position. When it came to learning, he was quite the little bookworm… but that wasn’t the problem. Hesitantly, the boy glanced over to the walking giant, and mentally deadpanned; it was bad enough he was so small and young, now he had to embarrass himself even further by traveling with this walking postcard. Oh boy… this will be something.


With Kazuko in the lead, trying to keep his distance, Himitsu would have to follow the boy for this leg of the journey, if he so chose to. They would weave and turn through junctions and forks, the boy knowing which to take when they needed to. For the most part, Kazuko kept the banter small; he talked mainly about things concerning the Squad and its duties – just a reminder to Himitsu. Though, it was not really that serious of a discussion from the Vice-Captain’s part. He just wanted something to say so that all that walking wouldn’t be awkward on them both. Himitsu, of course, could choose to stay silent, or offer his own input if he wanted to. It was just idle talk after all, so nothing bad could come of it. Regardless, a few hours passed, and the sun had already begun to disappear below the roofs of most of the bleached buildings. The Seireitei was massive after all, and getting to one end to the other took days on foot. Luckily, the gate where both of them were on route to was the closest one to the squad, and it would not take nearly as long as compared to traveling to the other side of the Seireitei. Anyway, both would make it to the gate by dusk. After clearing things with the Shinigami stationed there, both of the officers were let on through without much trouble.


Outside of the Seireitei, a few districts away from the wall, Kazuko finally said, “From this point on, we'll address each other by our names, and make no mention of our ranks or the Gotei to anyone else. I’d rather not attract any attention on our trip. Anyway, with the night already upon us, we should stay at a nearby inn.” Kazuko seemed to gleam at the fact that they would finally stop for the day. He was small, so he had a tendency to get tired very quickly on trips such as these… but he passed that point a long time ago, so his exhaustion was pretty bad already. Among the buildings of the district, most were already closing for the night, with shop keeps, visitors, and residents shutting their lights to the night along with their entrances. All except for one snug little building on the right, with two lamps lit outside the window. The sign that hung from the front read “Widow’s Peak,” and there seemed to be some light coming from inside as well as some sound. Without any hesitation, the boy continued forward toward the building, prompting Himitsu to follow suit, “I passed through this place a few times before, it’s a not some place I usually stay out, but it’ll due.” he said in consideration to the Third Seat.


Inside the inn, there were only a handful of patrons seated on benches next to small round tables. The air had the faint smell of liquor, which was expected, but the atmosphere seemed subdued and quiet. Looks like everyone that was there just wanted to enjoy a quiet night of drinking… well, almost everyone. Seated near the back of the room, there was a man, hollering to a few patrons nearby, trying to coax a response from them. Of course, many of them were not fighters, or really interested in getting into one, so they ignored his idiotic banter. Upon closer inspection, the man, by all accounts, was drunk, and he seemed to be one of those types that got a bit too confident from all the drink. Regardless, it was dark on that side of the room, so it was difficult to make out what he was wearing or whether he was sitting alone. Kazuko, without paying much mind to anyone there, began to walk over to the barkeep, to buy a room for the night, but stopped. The boy turned around back to Himitsu, and said, “I think you should buy the rooms for us. I’m still wearing my uniform, so I’d rather not attract any more attention to us by buying a room on top of that. I’ll go find a room for myself upstairs, while you pay for the rooms. Don’t cause any trouble.”


It seemed the boy was not giving Himitsu any other choose in the matter; it also seemed that he was so tired that he just wanted to go to sleep for the night. Now, Himitsu would be left with the task of buying two rooms for both of them. Asking the barkeep would not be a difficult task, in fact, it would be the easiest. For when Himitsu would finish his business, there would be a heavy hand on his shoulder coaxing him to turn around. Behind him, reeking of alcohol, a man dressed in the black robes of Shinigami would stand there glaring at him. He seemed to be the same one that had been causing trouble for others early when both of the officers entered. Strapped to his side, he wore his zanpakuto, but there no other qualities that distinguished him to any particular squad. The man had long tussles of hair, along with a shabby beard that framed his otherwise pudgy face. What did he want with Himitsu? Regardless of what he wanted, he was much bigger standing up than he looked sitting down; he had to be if he could rest a hand on the Third Seat’s shoulder without any trouble. Then he spoke, his voice slurred and slow, “Dat kider yours. Wa’s the matter wid him? Dresthing like a Shinigami isth a big crime aroun’ here. Sees, I’m the real deal, and I jus can’t le’s some kid run roun shamin’ us, understan’? Maybe you can make me forg't I eber saw him wid a little somethin’? Huh? Whad do you say, uh, big ol fella?” He rubbed his fingers in his other hand, and it was clear what he wanted; Ryo.


Judging by the quality of the uniform, albeit poor, and the faint radiance of spiritual energy coming from the sword at his side, he appeared to be an actual Shinigami. Though, not a very good one at that. Himitsu would have to deal with the drunken man one way or another, because it seemed he did not have any ideas of leaving him alone. Telling him who he was might not be the best course of action, considering the giant was wearing ridiculous clothes to begin with. Who would believe that someone as high-ranked as a Third Seat was just taking a stroll through the Rukongai for no reason? Besides, who would believe that the child he had with him was actually his Vice-Captain to boot? That answer was obvious. Fighting might solve the problem, but that might not be the quietest solution to it. If Himitsu made too much ruckus, there was no telling if the drunken Shinigami was actually alone, or would not run to find more of his friends. It seemed Himitsu would be in a pickle. Kazuko himself was already in bed, fast asleep; so he was useless. The Third Seat could always give the man the Ryo, but there was the possibility that he would sense weakness in him and ask for more. There had to be some solution here, right? With the tension obviously high in the room, the barkeep behind both men stood there quiet. Her hand had just stopped right in the middle of pouring a cup of liquor for another patron at a nearby table, and the glass was only half-full. It seemed everyone had stopped drinking to see how things would turn out. What would he do?


(OOC: Just a fun little NPC to help move things along and make the thread more entertaining; also, there is a solution here that will lead to the best results, and a little clue to boot thrown in there. Lastly, this training thread will feel a little like an adventure for the beginning, but that'll change once we reach the wilderness and the real training begins. Fufufufu~)

[Himitsu Kasumi'Oji]

“I see you… dressed for the occasion.”

So it seems that Himitsu’s appearance didn’t have the best impact on the Vice Captain. If anything, Kazuko had seemed a little irritated by it, but in a good way, if possible. Or at least Himitsu would take it in a good way. But he wasn’t going to avoid retorting to his superior officer for his indirect criticism of the Third Seat’s attire. “Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to dress like a Shinigami,” he stated with a playfully cheerful tone, looking over the Lieutenant in the Shinigami uniform. “After all, this is a road trip. We aren’t on business terms, right?” At least the Vice Captain did lighten up with Himitsu’s little parent joke, letting out a youthful laugh. Himitsu wouldn’t notice any of the subtle creepiness behind the laughter. He was too busy looking ahead.

Sure, Himitsu got a couple of awkward glances or two from his fellow Shinigami as he walked out of Seireitei, most of which recognized him as the Third Seat of Squad 9. But he didn’t mind the extra attention for his attire, or notice it either. His focus was on keeping up with the miniature figure that was speeding out of Seireitei and into the surrounding Rukongai district. The route they were taking was twisting, but it gave the colossal Soul Reaper something to keep his attention as their journey began. In the mean time, Kazuko would go over the list of his many duties as the Third Seat. It all sounded familiar, as Himitsu himself had reviewed them many times. But he listened anyway and voiced in just to ask questions regarding technicalities. Of course, Kazuko answered them with ease and moved on to the remainder of his responsibilities. Before Himitsu knew it, the sun had almost completely set and they were a few districts deep into the Rukongai. This wasn’t what he had hoped they would converse about during their ‘road trip,’ but it was better than nothing. Maybe they would get used to spending so much time together and warm up to each other in the next day or two.

“From this point on, we'll address each other by our names, and make no mention of our ranks or the Gotei to anyone else. I’d rather not attract any attention on our trip. Anyway, with the night already upon us, we should stay at a nearby inn.”

That wasn’t a problem for Himitsu. Kazuko seemed to know the area best and had picked out a tavern for them to rent a room in. The Third Seat merely followed him in and did as he was told. After all, it made sense. The bar seemed to be full of patrons minding their own business and having a good time. But a Vice Captain walking into a Rukongai bar and renting a room would bring up way too many questions. It would be better if even the tourist-looking Himitsu did the talking. He stood out, but mostly in a comical way rather than the serious setting the presence of a Shinigami brings in. Hopefully, the Zanpakuto strapped to his waist wouldn’t be too noticeable. Himitsu headed toward the desk, leaving his superior officer to head up to the room. The Third Seat couldn’t help but wonder if he detected any weariness from Kazuko, but either way, they were fortunate enough to rest for the night comfortably.

Himitsu approached the innkeeper warmly, and by the end of their conversation, he had exchanged enough ryo to buy two rooms for the night. Just as Himitsu had finished and planned to unwind in his own room before sleeping, a hand from behind spun him around and the Third Seat came face to face with an obnoxious drunk that appeared to be looking for some trouble. This man wore the uniform of a Shinigami, but he sure as hell didn’t act like one. He was the type of Soul Reaper that Himitsu despised, one that focused on enjoying their power rather than putting it to good use. When the man spoke, Himitsu could smell the heavy alcohol in his breath.

“Dat kider yours. Wa’s the matter wid him? Dresthing like a Shinigami isth a big crime aroun’ here. Sees, I’m the real deal, and I jus can’t le’s some kid run roun shamin’ us, understan’? Maybe you can make me forg't I eber saw him wid a little somethin’? Huh? Whad do you say, uh, big ol fella?”

The large Seated officer was still significantly taller and bigger than the drunk man that approached him, but Himitsu’s spiritual energy was way out of the drunk’s league as well. And now that the drunk was insisting on being paid for absolutely no reason, the question was what was Himitsu going to do? The entire bar had been hushed and focused their attention on Himitsu and the man, but the Third Seat wasn’t the type to give them a show for no reason. He wanted to avoid any further conflict quickly and discreetly, and he had a small idea as how to do that. Himitsu definitely appeared to be the victim to the audience around him, having been approached by a drunk Soul Reaper that is unjustly pestering him for money. Therefore, he would keep his position in their eyes by doing what any sane man would do, put up some resistance.

Himitsu, placed one of his palms against the drunk and pushed him back, making it look like he was trying to defend himself against what the rest of the tavern must have viewed as the stupidly powerful Shinigami. However, what no one without energy sensory would have noticed was that as soon as Himitsu touched the drunk, he had mentally activated Hado #35: Raikou Kawa. With perfect timing, what would appear to be a simple shove with the palm would actually discreetly transfer a large jolt of electricity into the drunk’s chest. This would over-flood the drunk's nerve impulses. Himitsu wasn’t trying to kill the man, which would have been a possibility if he had sent all of the electricity to the man's heart, but if he added enough lightning to just the right major intersections between nerves, he could have the low-class Shinigami completely numb above the waist for the rest of the night. There. That should keep him out of the way and sober for a while.

Assuming the small maneuver was effective, Himitsu would go upstairs and first check on his superior officer. His visit may be short, depending on whether or not Kazuko had already fallen asleep. Even if the Vice Captain was awake, Himitsu would just notify the youth that he would be occupying the room just across the hall before wishing Kazuko a good night. And when Himitsu gets to his room, he would spend a good thirty minutes flipping to a random page in The Catcher in the Rye and reading a little bit before dozing off. After all, tomorrow was going to be another nice, long day full of travel.

Reiatsu Remaining: 2080/2180 (-100 for Raikou)


(( I guess I didn't pick up on your hint at the end but I feel like this way might work as well. And on top of that, it gives you a sneak peak into Himitsu's next actions in Canon 11. Khufufufu~ ))

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Normally, something like Raikou Kawa would not be sufficient in completely disabling a Shinigami, and would have left them immobile at best for a few seconds. However, the man was drunk beyond the point-of-no-return, so that little zap was enough to give his body a quick jerk, singing a few hairs here and there, and send him toppling over the counter, moaning. Of course, those present in the bar looked at the Third Seat with a mixture of glossy surprise and irritation. The drunken Shinigami had toppled a few bottles of alcohol on his way unceremoniously down, and the barkeeper held her hand out, expecting some sort of payment from the Third Seat for the damages. She also expected him to carry the man outside by the look in her eyes and the way she was cursing under her breath about bad business and dirty Shinigami. All and all, however, Himitsu had done what he had intended to do, and subdued the man. One of the patrons nearby took a swig from the glass in front of him, swallowing the contents without tasting it, and made his way out of the inn. Himitsu would have to carry the Shinigami outside, and find someplace to leave him for the night; there was a chance that someone might steal his zanpakuto, so he would have to find someplace inconspicuous to leave the man in his drunken stupor.


Regardless of how the Third Seat would choose to spend the remainder of his night, whether in the bar of the inn or by himself, he could always choose to go back to the room that he had just purchased for their stay. Within, Himitsu would be able to find Kazuko strewn on his bed, already asleep. His zanpakuto and sandals were thrown haphazardly across the room, and he seemed to be dreaming about something good by the way he was smiling. Overall, the beginning of their journey started out pretty well, despite the Shinigami from earlier making a mess of things. The pair had traveled through a few districts already, and, as Kazuko had mentioned earlier, it would not take them long to make it toward their destination. Anyway, it would probably be a good idea for Himitsu to go to sleep before he ended up regretting it in the morning. His bed was a simple thing, with enough cotton and feathers to take any tired man down in a matter of minutes. The boy was a living example of their power. The rest of the night would pass without incident, and if Himitsu was not an early riser, he would find Kazuko kicking him in his sleep. “Hurry up and wake up already,” the boy said, rubbing his eyes. “I asked the lady downstairs to bring up our breakfast, so get dressed and ready to eat. We leave as soon as we have our breakfast.”


With any luck, and if the Third Seat ate his food quick enough, both of them would be able to leave within the hour. The sun had barely risen over the tops of the buildings of the district, but shops and people were already milling about. Kazuko, this time, had opted to wear something not as conspicuous this time, and had hidden his uniform in his backpack. He wore a long kimono with silver inlay that curved into patterns at the trim of the material. Most of the fabric was a tan color, which almost matched the skin color of the boy. It seemed quite the expensive outfit to where on a journey for whatever reason. He still wore his backpack, but his zanpakuto was wrapped in a blue covering, to disguise what it really was. Kazuko carried it within his hands, carelessly. With the pace the boy had, they were covering a good amount of ground fairly quickly, and, every hour or two, they would cross a district. It seemed that the boy had no interest in sightseeing, or even looking at what was to sell at all the nearby shops. If Himitsu got hungry, the boy had brought some leftovers as well that he could ask for and eat if he wanted inside his backpack. “Himitsu, pick up your pace.” Kazuko said suddenly, never turning his gaze to meet that of the larger Shinigami. “We’re being followed.” The Vice-Captain did not comment any further.


Whether Himitsu had noticed it or not as they were walking, a group of people had begun to slowly form up about two dozen or so meters behind them. Amongst the crowds of people, they would have been quite difficult to make out without first noticing their above average Spiritual Pressure. Whoever they were, they seemed to be fighters at the very least. “I’m not quite sure when they started following us, but no matter where we turned, or how many times we stopped, they kept their distance. I’m not sure if they realize who we are or not, but its better if we approach them someplace secluded and find out what's going on.” The boy commented, gesturing toward one of the flat topped roofs; it seemed to be the roof of some sort of plaza or something, since most of the roofs in the district were designed differently. Kazuko would walk into the shade of one of the nearby shops, pretending to look at the carpets that were hung on the wall for sale. Without any warning, he disappeared with a step of Shunpo, the sound of leaves fading into the background. It seemed he wanted Himitsu to follow him to the area he had gestured to earlier.


Fifty or sixty meters off, on top of the roof, Kazuko would be waiting for his Third Seat to show up, his eyes pointed straight toward the direction of those who had been following them. If Himitsu had made it there by now, the boy would say, his voice eerily calm, “If they follow us here, don’t kill them. I want to know what they’re up to first, and whether we can end this without any violence. Remember, the role of Shinigami is to protect the innocent and the balance, not oppress others.” For some reason, with the way he said those words, it did not appear like he was saying what he really meant. Whatever that meant, anyway. It took about twenty minutes, before the sound of leaves echoed through the air, introducing their followers. There were five of them in total; all of them dressed in rags. Most of their clothes were mismatched, and their faces were covered. However, tied to their backs and hips, for both officers to see, were swords; namely, zanpakuto. One of the group took off the cloth around his face, revealing a set of bruises and scratches. Himitsu would probably remember the man, as he had dealt with him the night before. By the look on him, the man seemed to remember Himitsu too, and his face turned a  few different shades of crimson.


“Bastard!” He roared, his knuckles a pale as his hand gripped the hilt of his blade. “You thought you could get away with what you did yesterday, and think I would forget!?” He was fuming; Kazuko raised an eyebrow, glancing at his subordinate, trying to figure out just how he had wronged their new friend. The man looked as if he would draw his sword then and there, but a hand rested on his shoulder, stopping his angry stupor. “Shinsui, calm down. You can have your hits in later if you want; don’t say anything stupid.” His tone left no room for argument, and the man reigned himself in, stubbornly, and covered his face once again. Whoever this man was, he seemed to be in control of the group, since he decided that it was his role to address the two of them next. “My apologies, but my friend seems to have forgotten his manners. Now then, it is a pleasure to make both of your acquaintances.” He bowed, his eyes, the only thing not covered on his face, seemed to be smiling at them both. Something was very wrong. “The pleasure is all ours,” Kazuko said in response, his voice sarcastic, and his eyes never leaving those of the man. No one seemed to be buying his act. But it seemed that the man did not care, or was oblivious to the air of the moment. Dozens of meters away, the sound of people chatting and bartering made up the background noise for the seven people on the roof.


“It seems my friend was correct, after all.” The man said suddenly, eyeing both the officers with a calculating gaze. He snickered to himself a bit, before continuing, “Vice-Captain Kazuko Shiba and Third Seat Himitsu Misute,” he finished, enjoying whatever expressions came on their faces at that moment. “I heard a rumor or two about a child and an obscenely large man traveling together with swords, and it sounded a bit strange to me.” He laid his hand on the hilt of his blade at his side, raising his pressure slightly. “It wasn’t until my friend here spotted you two last night, and confirmed what you were wearing and the badge you had on, that I had an idea of who you two were. To think, two officers as high up as the two of you would be traveling through these parts of the Rukongai. It must be our lucky day.” As he finished those last words, three of the four figures beside him drew their blades, leaving him and the man from last night to watch. They approached the two officers, their stances rigid, but solid, taking steps forward on the tips of their feet. It seemed that they at least knew how to use their swords. “I see. So, you’ve made up your minds before coming here.” Kazuko exhaled, his voice tired. He glanced at Himitsu, his eyes conveying his message before his mouth did. “Take care of them, but do not kill them. I want them questioned later.”


The three figures responded in turn by lunging forward, their blades arcing, catching the fading sun across their steel. All three attacks were basic slashes, that were aimed to cut the Third Seat from his shoulder all the way down to his navel. However he responded, they would continue to advance, never losing their momentum. They would continue to hammer against whatever defense Himitsu might set up, never letting the man catch a break. Their blows were efficient, but they were not so strong. Each of them seemed to be about average in terms of physical strength; though, it should have been obvious to the officer then and there. Whoever they were, they had training, and they knew how to use their weapons. Catching onto this as well, Kazuko said, his voice rising above the clashing swords, toward the two men who had stayed back, “What do you want with us?” His question was left unanswered, as the man continued to stare at the fighting at hand; this could either be considered arrogant or intelligent, depending on how you saw it. He may not have answered them, but by their meeting and their appearance, it seemed they did not want to be identified. What would Himitsu do against all three opponents?

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{OOC}Mmm, this post feels like an adventure post. XD Anyway, you told me about your plans to make Himitsu a Rogue, so I wanted to help you out a bit here. The stats of the three attackers are a secret for now, but they are moving at athletic speeds (150) and have average strength (50), at the moment; these NPCs won't be so easy, so good luck. Depending on how this scenario resolves itself, we should get to our real training in a few posts. Hope you enjoy the plot, and thanks for being so understanding with my absence.

[Himitsu Kasumi'Oji]

Himitsu did all that the bartender wished, apologizing several times as he did so. After paying for the damages and going through the manual labor of moving the Shinigami’s incapable body out the door and tucked into a dark corner of the alley by the tavern. In fact, Himitsu decided to let the man off with a warning as he distanced himself from the moans and returned to the inn. Next time, the third seat wouldn’t take too lightly to a Soul Reaper straying from the code of the Shinigami. If Himitsu sees that man’s face again doing anything he wasn’t supposed to be, the third seat would make sure that he was stripped of his Zanpakuto and thrown out of Seireitei.

Himitsu couldn’t help but smile at his sleeping commanding officer after he finally made his way upstairs to the rooms awaiting him. He looks like a tired kid… It would take a lot for Himitsu to get over the fact that such a small figure held so much power. And, better yet, Kazuko uses his abilities for the best cause possible. The Third Seat was more than thankful to have such a child- er, man- instructing and working beside him. Smiling to himself, Himitsu shut the door behind him and continued onto his own chambers, were he would lose track of time in the text of The Catcher in the Rye, eventually falling asleep with a book over his face. He would be woken a mere four hours later by light kicks from Kazuko

“Hurry up and wake up already, I asked the lady downstairs to bring up our breakfast, so get dressed and ready to eat. We leave as soon as we have our breakfast.” “Mhm, I’m up, I’m up…” Mumbling the barely audible words, the half-awake Shinigami began to slowly rise from his low mattress. He typically didn’t mind sleeping in and enjoying a slow, relaxing morning, but they weren’t going to have that opportunity when traveling. Himitsu rushed through his breakfast as well, though he wasn’t quite as fast of an eater as Kazuko. The youth would have to wait a minute or two before they could grab their bags and leave. Himitsu noticed that Kazuko had changed from his Shinigami uniform into a traditional Japanese kimono. However, Himitsu decided to continue his travels for one more day in his New York Tourist apparel.

After they had been walking for a few hours in scattered silence, Kazuko didn’t even look Himitsu in the eye when he addressed him with a warning. “Himitsu, pick up your pace. We’re being followed.”. Himitsu’s eyes widened slightly, though he dared not turn his head. As he sped up, the Third Seat reached out with his energy sensory and found five figures with a spiritual pressure that stood out from a crowd like thorns on a rose. “I’m not quite sure when they started following us, but no matter where we turned, or how many times we stopped, they kept their distance. I’m not sure if they realize who we are or not, but its better if we approach them someplace secluded and find out what's going on.” Himitsu nodded in agreement with his Lieutenant’s plan and was prepared to follow the child in execution of it. Himitsu may not have had his Zanpakuto on him, for it was packed hidden in the large bag he carried on his back, but his ability with Kido should hopefully be more than enough to handle their adversaries.

As they pretended to take interest in the nearby shops, Himitsu timed his exit with Kazuko’s and met his commanding officer on the roof a split second after Kazuko had arrived there. “If they follow us here, don’t kill them. I want to know what they’re up to first, and whether we can end this without any violence. Remember, the role of Shinigami is to protect the innocent and the balance, not oppress others.” Himitsu nodded, though he wasn’t too confident about whether or not their peaceful hopes would be met.

After waiting quietly for what felt like ages, five men had finally arrived at the rooftop. With the rags covering their faces, Himitsu didn’t even bother trying to make out their identities and categorized them as foes. However, one of them didn’t bother to hide that he was the drunk Shinigami from the bar last night. “Bastard! You thought you could get away with what you did yesterday, and think I would forget!?” “Nice to see you again, buddy. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure if you’d remember your name when you woke up.” Himitsus hands lay relaxed at his side, though his knees where bent and his mind was sharp. At any sign of danger, he could flex his reiatsu and counter his opponents’ attacks just by extending his arms and muttering a spell.

One of the drunkard’s companions had succeeded in calming him down, and Himitsu had a guess as to who the leader of the party was. “Vice-Captain Kazuko Shiba and Third Seat Himitsu Misute. I heard a rumor or two about a child and an obscenely large man traveling together with swords, and it sounded a bit strange to me.” “Haven’t you ever heard of Timon and Pumbaa?” In truth, Himitsu didn’t find anything remotely funny about the situation, but how could he pass off an opportunity to make such an obvious joke. “It wasn’t until my friend here spotted you two last night, and confirmed what you were wearing and the badge you had on, that I had an idea of who you two were. To think, two officers as high up as the two of you would be traveling through these parts of the Rukongai. It must be our lucky day.” Kazuko then spoke Himitsu’s thoughts almost perfectly. “I see. So, you’ve made up your minds before coming here. Take care of them, but do not kill them. I want them questioned later.” Himitsu nodded, his expression turning grim as he prepared to discipline the stray dogs, at least one of which who wore the badge and uniform of a Shinigami.

And at that moment, when Himitsu’s attackers lunged forward with their blades, the Third Seat pointed both hands on the grounded and muttered a few words. “Hado #40: Gouzen Demizu.” From both points that Himitsu pointed at, two separate tidal waves would rise and converge into one massive wave as the men in rags got to Himitsu. If they didn’t anticipate the Kido, they would be swept up into the giant wave as it formed. As soon as the wave rose to a height that was at least a few feet taller than Himitsu, the Third Seat would launch it at his attackers, intending for it to sweep all of them up, including the two who hadn’t quite attacked yet. However, he wasn’t quite done yet. After releasing the wave, he mentally launched Hado #35: Raikou Kawa after the water so that the wave would now electrocute and incapacitate all those that are caught with in it. Himitsu would allow the wave to come to a close and form an electrically charged puddle at the end of the rooftop so that it wouldn’t damage any unlucky inhabitants of the Rukongai district that happened to be walking between the buildings.

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The assailant closest to Himitsu did not have enough time to dodge the surge of water, so he braced himself instead. He turned his sword around in his hand, and struck the surface of the roof, anchoring himself down as the water cascaded over his body. The other two figures, who had more time to react, disappeared just as the wave would overtake them, with Shunpo. One of them appeared right behind Himitsu, their sword coming in horizontally in a slash toward his back. The second assailant that had disappeared as well, appeared overhead, his hand pointing straight at the Third Seat, for some reason. When the water cleared, the man who had been caught in the wake of water was still there, his body hunched over his sword, holding on for dear life. Raikou Kawa, amplified by the water, had done a number on his body, and it was clear he could not move for some time. Regardless, if Himitsu intended to do anything about it, he would have to get past the attack of the person behind him, attacking him with their sword. However the Third Seat reacted, he would find a pale and arcing bolt of lightning crackle through the air, aimed to pierce his chest, wherever he was, just after the other assailant had finished delivering his cut.


That same person who had shot the bolt of lightning would let gravity do the rest for them, and fall back down toward the roof, which had already begun to drain the water. The effects of Raikou Kawa had also worn off by them, so the danger of electrocution did not seem to be great either. It seemed that the person who had fired the spell was guarding their ally, who had been struck by the electric water, for the moment, waiting until they could move again. They were not, however, out of the fight, as the person guarding their comrade raised both of their hands this time, muttering a few words under their breath. From where Himitsu had been, he would not be able to hear what spell exactly was being used, but it would be obvious soon enough anyway. A crimson ball of Reiatsu formed at the apex of the person’s palms, and a few moments later, a small beach ball worth of Reiatsu (200 RS, Shakkaho) raced forward toward the Third Seat. It seemed that the group of three would not go down without a fight. However, Himitsu reacted toward this, he would have one more problem to face at the moment. As soon as the spell was away, the person the assailant that had fired the spell was protecting, regained movement of their body, and, along with the other assailant who had delivered the sword slash previously, attempted to skewer the Third Seat with their swords when the Shakkaho had been dealt with.


All and all, their actions were not the best in terms of coordination, but they seemed to know each other well-enough to know their skill-sets. Two seemed be front-liners, while the third acted as support. However Himitsu decided to deal with this was up to him, of course, but he would have to be wary nonetheless. They were fighting in a populated area, and while the traffic and commotion below was enough to disguise most of the sounds of their battle, it would not be enough if things continued to escalate. Fortunately for Himitsu, the electrified water from the previous two spells had drained and landed far enough away on the ground not to hurt anyone. But it did leave some questioning where exactly all that water had come from in the first place. Kazuko, noting the escalation, called out to his Third Seat, “Watch out with civilians. We don’t want to harm them.” While the civilians were important, of course, the boy was spending most of his attention on the two men who had not participated in the battle thus far. While one looked agitated, the other man continued to retain his calm disposition, oddly, in the face of the action. What exactly were they up to? Why would they even attack them?


RS of Shakkaho, Class 5: 200

RS of Byakurai, Class 7: 200

[Himitsu Kasumi'Oji]

Himitsu’s attack was successful to a degree. One of the three assailants took the full blow of the electrified tidal wave, and, despite his attempts not to be swept away, he would be incapacitated for enough time for Himitsu to subdue his other two allies. One of the men had appeared directly behind Himitsu and had prepared some sort of slash with his blade. However, Himitsu was faster. “Scream, Karaitami.” The Third Seats blade sizzled with electricity and there was a thunderous boom his sword transformed into a long sword- shield hybrid, with a large defensive kite shield at its hilt. And while the Shinigami’s release was activated, he spun at as fast as he could, just in time to meet the foe’s blade, the angle of his parry causing his sword’s tip to point at the attacker.

When their swords locked for a brief second, the other man would surely be surprised to find that at powerful current of electricity was traveling down his blade and damaging the nerves of his arm, surely numbing, weakening, and slowing that limb. However, Himitsu wasn’t even close to done. He knew that an attack was coming from above his head, some type of reiatsu-based technique, and so, he used his own offensive Zanpakuto technique to aid him in bring his shield upward to defend in time. Using Inazuma, a bolt of lightning would shoot out of his sword’s tip, piercing the man his blade is locked with at point-blank range. And the unopposed kickback would shoot Himitsu’s arm up quickly enough to block the incoming Byakurai with his large shield. And these actions would happen in a perfectly timed flow with no gaps in between so that his reaction would be quick enough.

But soon, Himitsu would face a new threat from an upcoming Shakkoho. He may attempt to withstand the hit from the ball of flames with the shield of his released Zanpakuto, but he would much rather show the challengers his superiority to them. They are sad excuses for Shinigami, all of them, and Himitsu was going to teach them. As the fireball was launched, Himitsu pointed his hand and went for a defensive technique, for if he went with something more destructive like Raikoho, there is no garuntee that no civilians would be caught up in the fight. Therefore, he instead began the incantation for a defensive spell as he sensed his opponent gather their energy for another Kido strike. “(( OOC: There is no Ensoken incantation so just imagine him saying something deep and meaningfull xD )) Bakuda #39: Ensoken.” On Himitsu’s free left wrist, a large orange shield would emerge, big enough to cover all except for his feet. But the opponent’s Kido wasn’t close to as large as the Ensoken.

From there, Himitsu would Shunpo directly in front of the Kido specialist of the three that engaged him, using Sho with his left hand with the intention to throw the man into the air and off the roof. “To think that the likes of you wear a Shinigami’s uniform and wield a Shinigami’s Zanpakuto. You are nothing, trash. The mercy I show you today is out of pity, and nothing more. Dogs fighting for power, that’s what you are. So tuck your tails between your feet and back off, whining like the cowards you are. You won’t see this kindness from me twice.” Himitsu’s grim expression had a quiet rage, his voice sharper than his sword. This is the closest thing that Himitsu has to a dark side, and it only appears for those staining the image of Soul Reapers.

Reiatsu Remaining: 1505/2180 (-200 for Shikai, -100 for charging his blade with lightning, -100 for Inazuma, -100 for Ensoken, -50 for Shunpo, -25 for Sho)

Shikai: 1/10

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The assailant who had tried to attack Himitsu at his back found a newly released sword to parry him. Shockingly, his arm went numb, and he had to step back to avoid any possible counter; at the same time, he switched sword arms, gripping the sword with his left hand instead of his right. He was able to doge the bolt of lightning that escaped the Third Seat’s sword, but barely, by rolling to the side. Himitsu’s shield was also effective at blocking the bolt of lightning as well, which was a reasonable thing, considering his affinity with electricity. Likewise, the Shakkaho had been dealt with, resulting in an explosion of smoke and Reiatsu around the arm of the Third Seat. It was at about this time that he delivered his speech toward the three assailants, but that might have been a mistake. Through the smoke, the tip of a sword appeared, out of nowhere, heading straight for the face of the Third Seat. It seemed that his attackers were doing everything but give up; plus, they knew when to use a distraction when it presented itself. The stabbing motion of the blade was fast, and would be obscured by the smoke, so Himitsu would have trouble in reacting.

That was one of them. The second attack would come from his back again; it came from the man who had had his arm go numb by parrying with Himitsu. Instead of aiming to lock blades again, this time, the man ran straight into a tackling motion. He was fast, and his form was decent enough, so the Third Seat would have to be wary. It would come a bit after the stabbing motion from the other person was delivered. The man behind Himitsu, if he connected, would shove the Third Seat hard, attempting to hold onto him as he did so. The third assailant, once the smoke cleared was nowhere to be seen. That person had been the one that had been struck by the electrified water. Wherever they were, it was best to stay on the move. The Third Seat would have to be careful, of course; the attacks by the assailants were too simple… too deceptive. After being shown how powerful the Third Seat was, they still continued to put themselves in harm’s way. Why? Something just didn’t make sense. And if Himitsu was not careful, he would realize that wasting time might be his undoing.

Meanwhile, Kazuko watched the two other people who had not entered the fight at all. They were both masked, and dressed to hide who they were, but the boy had his suspicions all the same. Besides, Himitsu had basically declared who the people there might be: Shinigami. But that revelation did not seem to bother the two men in any way at all. In fact, the person who seemed to be the leader looked a little happy at that revelation. Or at least his eyes did. His eyes were focused on the Third Seat, watching him move and attack. It seemed the man had some interest. But for what reason, it was not certain? “Isn’t it amazing how the minds of people work, Vice-Captain?” the man said out of nowhere. “When molded correctly, they can stay strong and resolute, and withstand the greatest of obstacles. But they can also be bent. It’s quite something really. My favorite kinds of people are the ones who know what they want, and what they are. It makes the game better that way. A few moments passed, and the Vice-Captain replied “So you think this is a game?” He was answered by a chuckle. "In a way... yes."

[Himitsu Kasumi'Oji]

(( OOC: Sorry for the not-so-great post, I'm kinda jet lagged but I didn't want to put it off for much longer ))

As the Third Seat was speaking, an unpleasant surprise popped up, the point of a sword moving toward his face. Himitsu wouldn’t have enough time to parry the blade with his own weapon. Therefore, with the application of Shunpo Karin, his arm would shoot upward and deflect the sword that was mere centimeters from piercing his face. In the meantime, his left hand would be pressed against the man’s now vulnerable chest, and with a swell of reaitsu, a blast of lightning would tear through his body, turning him to powdery ash. He deserved to die if Himitsu’s words couldn’t reach him, and there would be no avoiding that fate.

However, just as Himitsu ended one of the men, he heard a loud footstep just behind him before another force ran straight into his back. The thump of a foot as all Himitsu needed to hear before activating Hado #48: Dendo Hoden. An impulse of concentrate electricity would be emitted within a one meter radius around the Seated Officer just as he is grabbed by the man from behind him. That man, though would be almost paralyzed from numbness, would have a hard time getting a strong grip on Himitsu. The Shinigami wouldn’t have much of a hard time breaking out of the hold and stabbing the man through the chest with his Zanpakuto. “Who’s next?” He asked, looking to the two remaining men.

Reiatsu Remaining: 1255/2180 (-100 for Shunpo Karin, -150 for Raikoho, -100 for Dendo Hoden)

Shikai: 2/10

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Himitsu reacted relatively well to all the threats and attacks; one assailant had been blasted through the chest, with a blast of thunder, incinerating that section of his body, and killing him instantly. Likewise, the man who attempted to tackle the Third Seat met with the same fate, and received a stab wound in his chest. With all the damage received, he too fell to the ground, unable to continue fighting. But that did not mean he was not able to give one last effort. His hand moved out, and gripped the ankle of the Third Seat, attempting to obstruct his mobility and any step technique. Himitsu would be able to find out why a few moments later when a peak of Reiatsu from below caused the roof to shake. From below, a crimson ball of Reiatsu (250 RS) would break through at their location, finishing off the other assailant, and putting the Third Seat in harms’ way. Regardless, things would, unfortunately, would turn to the worse from there. If the Third Seat managed to dodge the spell, or block it somehow, he would hear the same, arrogant, but gentle laugh of the masked man who was in charge. Likewise, he clapped his hands, almost in mock appreciation of the work the officer had done. “Wonderful. Wonderful. Couldn’t have done it better myself.” He called out to the Third Seat where he was.

The third assailant that had fired off the spell from before would jump up from the hole in the roof he had made, landing on the edge, their sword poised to continue. However, before they could, the sound of fingers snapping, stopping them from continuing. Their body shook, and they fell helpless to the floor, suddenly unable to move. “The mind is a precious thing to waste… and it looks like I wasted more than enough of it here.” The man said, before bowing, his words cryptic. “Lets do this again next time, good sirs. And good luck to you then, Third Seat.” With that, the section of roof below the two of them collapsed, a shroud of smoke enveloping the area. Kazuko, not willing to let them go, rushed through smoke, dispersing it with his Reiatsu, but in the hole, there was nothing, not even a rag. They had gotten away somehow, but not with the conventional Shunpo. Their signatures were simply gone. The boy cursed under his breath, and said “I should have fought them off…” Whether Himitsu had anything to say or do about the situation would be interrupted as the sound of burning and crackling filled the air. Behind them, the assailant who had fallen helpless vanished in a ball of flames, as did the rest of them, leaving nothing of their presence.

“A spell? Were they even alive to begin with?” He asked, trying to reason out what had happened. Both of them were randomly attacked, and the perpetrators had simply vanished, just as quickly as when they had shown up. It made no sense! What was their angle? What was the purpose of the attack and the whole fiasco in general? After a minute or so, Kazuko sighed, unable to come with anything tangible. It was just… so weird. Regardless, the danger was gone, and the Third Seat had done well, earning him carelessly flung candy bar to the face, which he would have to catch or dodge unless he wanted it sting. The boy walked forward, shaking his head. “You did very well, Himitsu. You earned a treat.” He said smiling. Kazuko gestured for him to follow after having surveyed the area for anything that looked important or would give them clues as to what had happened. Of course, he found none, which made the mystery even more annoying. “You released your sword though, which you could have held back on, in my opinion. Shikai is a great power that should not be wasted on small fry if it can be helped. Besides, you wouldn’t want everyone learning what your power can do.”

He shrugged, however, unable to really complain or correct the Third Seat in all honesty. Himitsu had done well – more than well, through it all – but he was an officer, and the opponents he was fighting, to that man at least, were nothing more than cannon fodder. That drove a stake into Kazuko’s temper, realizing how little he must have cared. “Whoever they were, when we return, I need to set up an investigation. They fought like Shinigami, so we might even have traitors.” The boy slumped his shoulders, slightly ticked off that they had gotten away, and more so at the fact that they had been toyed with. “Come on, let’s go. I sent out a Hell Butterfly about the damage and the incident, so the area will see some attention.” Kazuko was not really in the mood to argue or debate things at the moment, still trying to wrap his head around the incident. The last thing they needed were cryptic, self-appointed enemies to get in the way of the training he had in store. Hopefully, the rest of their trip would prove more productive than the beginning at least, or he’d have a headache on his hands.

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I decided to end the encounter here, and change my plot for these "villains" a bit. Anyway, after your next post, we'll have a time-skip and get into some training and stuff.

[Himitsu Kasumi'Oji]

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