Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2023 20:43:54 GMT -5
Aoshi couldn't help but to let out an amused, if slightly deranged, laugh. Fuuko was thinking that these people, the fuckers that couldn't even get it up to fight a Hollow, were the ones to have physically bested him? It was so asinine that it looped all the way back to being the best joke the Kenpachi had heard in a while. "Hah, that's cute. But these idiots could not put a dent on me, much less beat me. No, I've had my ass kicked by a rather nasty Hollow and a particularly powerful guy I met in Rukongai", he disclosed without going into details about Ambrose's Saika origin. The last thing he needed was more trouble in his plate that would get him from actual fighting.
Fuuko then resealed her blade and make it expel all the accumulated, excess blood. It was as if the katana itself vomited it out, having gorged itself far too much. Interesting, and those with a queasy stomach would not be able to take the sight, but Aoshi did not mind in the slightest. When she wondered out loud why the hell he hadn't joined the Eleventh, being so thirsty for a good fight, Aoshi clicked his tongue. She pretty much was spot on with her theory. By this point, Ruination was starting to recede, given Aoshi had not been actually fighting for a little while now. It made him sound saner, less battle oriented, but being a transitory state, he was still pretty much a loose cannon.
"I didn't get much of a choice in the matter of my squadron. I graduated, then I was chucked back into the same dingy old cell, waiting for the final veredict.", Aoshi commented, still keeping an eye out for any other surprise attacks. "Then again, neither did Celes, from what I've heard. They probably thought she was the one Captain best suited to deal with me."
Aoshi quickly forgot all about his predicament the moment he heard a particular name. "Lieutenant Youji, huh?", the Kenpachi said, already feeling the eagerness to do battle as well. Apparently, whoever this Vice Captain was knew Fuuko, given her words. As for talking to Celes, Aoshi didn't really want to take any matters to his captain, and would much rather solve them on his own. In fact, he was interested in Celes mostly for the sole fact that she was ungodly powerful. It didn't take someone with talent for Energy Sensory to realize this after laying eyes on her. One day he would gladly fight her, hopefully toe to toe. In the meantime, however, he would need to learn to better control himself.
Then, the Seated Officer gave the whole squad patrol one last piece of advice before a Senkaimon gate opened up in front of her. Aoshi sighed, resigning himself for leaving the real part of this fight unfinished for the time being. He would get around to fighting Fuuko some other day, he was sure, but for the time being, he was more eager to discover who the hell was stalking them in the shadows, if there had truly been someone there and his comrade hadn't just gotten nicked in the heat of battle. Of course, 'nicked' was a pretty soft way to put the nasty cut that had almost seen him bleed out like a pig for slaughter, but that was not any of his business anyway.
Aoshi would join the rest of his teammates in the way back to the barracks, after that patrol. At the very least the night had been interesting, and he had gotten a few interesting names out of it. Fuuko and Lieutenant Youji, whoever the last guy or girl were. The Kenpachi snickered to himself, more than ready to get back to improving. He couldn't wait for the day where he'd cross blades--or rather, fists, in his case--with both of them.
Fuuko then resealed her blade and make it expel all the accumulated, excess blood. It was as if the katana itself vomited it out, having gorged itself far too much. Interesting, and those with a queasy stomach would not be able to take the sight, but Aoshi did not mind in the slightest. When she wondered out loud why the hell he hadn't joined the Eleventh, being so thirsty for a good fight, Aoshi clicked his tongue. She pretty much was spot on with her theory. By this point, Ruination was starting to recede, given Aoshi had not been actually fighting for a little while now. It made him sound saner, less battle oriented, but being a transitory state, he was still pretty much a loose cannon.
"I didn't get much of a choice in the matter of my squadron. I graduated, then I was chucked back into the same dingy old cell, waiting for the final veredict.", Aoshi commented, still keeping an eye out for any other surprise attacks. "Then again, neither did Celes, from what I've heard. They probably thought she was the one Captain best suited to deal with me."
Aoshi quickly forgot all about his predicament the moment he heard a particular name. "Lieutenant Youji, huh?", the Kenpachi said, already feeling the eagerness to do battle as well. Apparently, whoever this Vice Captain was knew Fuuko, given her words. As for talking to Celes, Aoshi didn't really want to take any matters to his captain, and would much rather solve them on his own. In fact, he was interested in Celes mostly for the sole fact that she was ungodly powerful. It didn't take someone with talent for Energy Sensory to realize this after laying eyes on her. One day he would gladly fight her, hopefully toe to toe. In the meantime, however, he would need to learn to better control himself.
Then, the Seated Officer gave the whole squad patrol one last piece of advice before a Senkaimon gate opened up in front of her. Aoshi sighed, resigning himself for leaving the real part of this fight unfinished for the time being. He would get around to fighting Fuuko some other day, he was sure, but for the time being, he was more eager to discover who the hell was stalking them in the shadows, if there had truly been someone there and his comrade hadn't just gotten nicked in the heat of battle. Of course, 'nicked' was a pretty soft way to put the nasty cut that had almost seen him bleed out like a pig for slaughter, but that was not any of his business anyway.
Aoshi would join the rest of his teammates in the way back to the barracks, after that patrol. At the very least the night had been interesting, and he had gotten a few interesting names out of it. Fuuko and Lieutenant Youji, whoever the last guy or girl were. The Kenpachi snickered to himself, more than ready to get back to improving. He couldn't wait for the day where he'd cross blades--or rather, fists, in his case--with both of them.
