Wake-Up Dragon Punch [Seiji/JT]

[Miyako Aizawa]

Karakura Town was infamous among those aware for being one of, if not the most prevalent areas for Hollow infestations. Many, however, were vastly unaware of the wretches walking amongst them! Despite the terror of this, the denizens of the town had relatively little to fear given there were absolutely people who could do away with the monsters. People who's occupations, appearances, and even race varied from what one may be used to in the land of the living. So, how exactly does this tale begin?

With a single Hollow. Why, this ape-like creature had just come through a Garganta with the inkling to catch a meal of some humans. There was a small issue with that, however--for the ape had the mind to wander the town for a bit, and on a hot afternoon like this, a particular girl was out and about with nothing to do. And that particular girl happened to see the hollow, unsure as she was of it seeing her. The question of why that was was soon answered with the Hollow seeming to turn it's sights on a small group of humans walking through the same street.

So, it was tunnel-visioned. Great. The girl ran towards the Hollow, a running start to give her more momentum as she jumped and tried to slug it across the face. To make things short and simple? She hit it, sure! She sure did, in fact, punch it in the face. The problem, however, was that the Hollow was a good three classes higher than her. And despite her having some pretty big striking power?

It was still a Hollow. She effectively bounced off and rolled away. People had ran by now!

"Ay...tengo hambre." The ape spoke in a language that Aizawa Miyako had not heard before. The mythical tongue of the Spanish Inquisition--also known as Spanish. "¡Y alguna pendeja de Japón parece un buen aperitivo!" She had no idea what this translated to, but for our dear readers, Hollow Harambe did just call Miyako a bitch and an appetizer in the same sentence, which truth be told was kind of rude.

So, full disclosure on another thing, but Miyako did not really know that these things could talk. She was more surprised than anything--something the Hollow took advantage of as...It started to charge something? "Oh." Shit, better get out of the way of that! She had the speed for that, at least!

[Training for SP!]

[Ishikawa Seiji]

The first few trips back into the World of the Living had admittedly been, rather - no - exceedingly uncomfortable for the Shinigami. Adjusting to his new normal hadn't been the greatest feeling ever, like ripping out a splinter that had been stuck for too long, painful but he'd gotten over it as this point. Even if he did still have the odd bit of trouble when wandering around with massive crowds about, even more so if they weren't spiritually aware. A strange thing indeed, considering how spiritually dense the entirety of Karakura seemed to be. Not to mention with how frequently hollows showed up. Hell even some of their newest unseated members in the Kidō Corps had commented on how strange it felt when they first set foot here in the skies above, Seiji couldn't blame them for that, not even when he'd had to ask one of the few remaining senior seated members to take them back when Hollows had shown up. What an evening that had been.

Now he was travelling back here by himself, doing the smart thing this time, of taking his gigai with him. Using Shunpo while in one he had found, wasn't the most comforting sensation. So he rushed through the Dangai as he was, Zanpakuto secured in his obi on his right, badge wrapped tightly about his right arm as he ran as quickly as he could. Going through such a passage without the use of his eyes was not very enjoyable, guided only by a singular butterfly and his memory of such trips in the past, he managed but was more than happy letting out a harsh breath as he arrived. In an alleyway, enclosed enough that he could slip into his gigai without a problem, the warmth of the day pressing around him like a blanket. Not enough that he would need to change though, dressed ever so simply for a change in mere jeans and a simple t-shirt with a jacket atop half undone, Seiji wasted little time in wandering about the streets aimlessly.

Or at least, that was how it might appear to anyone bothering to track him. In truth there had been rumors circulating on one of their former members, weak when they fled, but still a danger and as such they needed to be hunted down. Central 46 was terribly cruel like that. An order not to capture, though he might do so regardless just to see what the poor fool had to say for himself, but to kill. Such people were a threat, armed with Kidō even if it wasn't that strong, against anyone without such power it would be overwhelming. Easy to gain influence through fear and build something greater as such power increased, something that couldn't be allowed to get that far or escalate even further than it was. Still if they were here in this town, or even one nearby, even the slightest hint of power that wasn't his own would tip him off and from there he could track them down. It wasn't the nicest work to be doing, but the other senior members of the Corps had things to do, and he was one of the few with proper sensing capabilities. What a pain.

Hollows and reiatsu flaring was not a new sensation, even before he lost his sight, coming here often meant he would be subjected to feeling random distance flares of power about the Town. Both hollow and not, from patrolling Shinigami, even to the odd Quincy or Fullbringer. Still, he turned on the spot when he felt it, a hand dragging down a smiling face in frustration as he headed towards the disturbance. As from what he could tell, few spiritually aware were in the area. He could not see the creature, not as such, but there wasn't much spiritual force behind the Hollow. Which told him the being was either starving and trying to grab whatever poor soul it could, or really wasn't that much of a concern. Still as he turned the corner onto the street, he pretended not to see, not to know anything was there. To take a seat on a nearby bench and wait, suppressed as his reiatsu was, hopefully it wouldn't pay him any mind.

Thankfully no human nearby seemed to be screaming, so that was something, even so, the Hollow roared as the thundered about. Breeze blowing harshly even under the bright summer day, what stopped the beast however wasn't him. In fact he was still sitting there, but someone charging it. A burst of reiatsu, dim yes but faintly flaring outwards nevertheless. The pounding of footsteps, followed by nothingness told him they'd likely gone into the air, when harsh skidding followed and given the Hollow began to talk afterwards? Well he was relatively certain that such a strike, seemingly, hadn't done much but aggravate it. Truthfully Seiji hadn't wanted to get involved, and rather had intended to wait it out. To see which of those out of patrol showed up to deal with the being, but no one hand, and as fun as it might be to listen to someone squashed like a bug. That was only really entertaining when he was the one doing it.

A flicker of reiatsu in his palm, directing it to where it needed to be, hidden between clenched fingers as he formed the small sphere of bubbling heat without a word. Only to open his hand and let it fly, those around too distracted by their own lives to notice or simply not even remotely spiritually aware to understand or see what he was doing. Though the Kidō shot forward like a speeding bullet, it did not act as once, blooming instead and engulfing the Hollow in a sphere of bright blazing blue flame once it hit. The creature screeching out and incinerated within a few moments before starting to fade away, just as the elder tucked that same hand back into one jacket pocket as if he'd never done anything to begin with. He had to wonder, if whomever attacked the Hollow prior had noticed. Hopefully not, he wasn't really here to be bothered or hang around too long. Even if he would likely end up doing so anyways.

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{Reiatsu Pool & Techs}

• Reiatsu: 2,400 / 2,500
• Sōkatsui : - 100

[Miyako Aizawa]

So, there was an interesting sort of impasse at play here. Miyako could not do much to the Hollow because she was one, trying not to break everything around her, and two, not strong enough. Yet the Hollow found that the human was able to GET BACK UP after getting nearly slammed like that. One would be forgiven for assuming that Aizawa Miyako was prepared to fight to the death with a monkey looking son of a whore but...It was a destined duel that was destined not to be. Why, you may ask?

Because something else intervened. Or, more accurately, someone else had done something to have disintegrated the monster into a fat lump of fucking nothing. Miyako's surprise was readily apparent as she looked to Seiji, seeming shocked and also assuming he was the source of that...that bullet? That bullet. Yes.

"You can see those things?" What was an initially speechless girl immediately leapt right into questioning. Potential answers started to race through Miyako's mind, and all of them were probably incorrect. "Who are you? And how'd you do that cool fire attack? That's -so- sick! Also what are those things?" Miyako shut the fuck up please you're overwhelming the lad. She even jogged over to him and had this bright look of OPTIMISM that had not yet been snuffed out yet in her eyes.

...Too bad Seiji can't see!

[Ishikawa Seiji]

A burst of bright blue flame was all it took. Though he could not see the hollow react to being burnt to a crisp from the outside inward, he could still imagine it enough for it to be relatively satisfying. Not that he really took great pleasure in killing hollows as some others did, but it was a nice confirmation that even without his sight, he could accomplish at least this much without aid from someone else or even his Zanpakuto. Those he could hear Soyoukaze grumbling in the back of his mind, silk like hissing tones that told him she was not best pleased. But given they were in public with regular souls around, he wasn't going to risk releasing and leaving a street of unconscious humans laying about the place. He might be an idiot at times, but he wasn't totally stupid. Common sense was something he'd gained plenty of over the years, perks of growing up in a hostile environment he supposed. What mattered at the moment however, was that last final screeching sound before what remained of the hollow vanished. Sent on in the soul cycle.

Flexing his fingers as the spell left his grasp, he quietly tucked the limb back into his pocket. Frankly after confirming such a spiritual presence was no longer around, he had planned to leave. To continue to wander about the town looking for whatever trace he could of a certain fool's reiatsu signature and to track them from it. Only he did not get that far, heck, he did not even get to stand up. He had tried, oh so fruitlessly it seemed, to be subtle. To not bother the other faint but certainly spiritually aware being that had rushed the hollow in the first place. As fun as it could be at times, he wasn't here to show off or make a big deal of handling one singular weak creature. There were much better things to be doing, like his job for once, avoidant of it as he had been the past few days. Overwhelmed but still some time to think had granted him enough of a perspective to carry on. If he didn't, he suspected the whole Corps would fall into disarray.

Chaos might be fun to "watch" as it were, but dealing with pissy old men in central forty six was not his idea of a good time. Then again, neither was this spiritually aware being - girl he soon realized - rushing to approach him. Clearly having seen what he'd done, or at least the destruction he'd left and assuming it was him, and now having rushed over. Hasty footsteps never boded well, and the first words she landed him with did not increase his confidence in the growing situation either. Despite her one, then soon rapid fire questioning for a moment he simply waited. Smile wide, a little disturbing to most, while he wondered how long it would take before she ran out of breath trying to ask one thing after the next. New to being able to see such beings, or finding another who could. He was no expert sensor quite yet, but her bubbling spiritual pressure told him she was still young to this, to witnessing another person being able to achieve such feats. Something so simple to Shinigami, seemed like a wonder to humans like her, at a guess.

"First o' all, calm down. Sit down and keep yer voice down ya hear? Unless ya want people thinkin' yer insane." Not because she was yelling at nothing for once, ha, but because of everything she was spouting. He could almost picture the mixture of concerned and disgusted looks she might be getting from passersby right about now. Poor kid. Only once he had felt her sit, take a breath and actually settle into something resembling calm would he start answering any of her insistent queries. "Yer fightin' them without even knowin' what they are? Poor thing~ They're called Hollows, when a person dies, they either go somewhere nice or become somethin' like that if they've been a real shitbag as a human. As fer seein' 'em, yeah I can. Now 'fore I answer more of whatever I'm sure yer desperate ta ask, mind tellin' me yer name kid?" No matter what she might ask, better to get an idea for who she was, making a mental note of what her spiritual pressure felt like as well. Should he need to find her again, not to mention, if she grew in strength that could mean more trouble in these parts. Best to inform those out on patrol when he got back.