TPing the Eleventh [JT | Kimiko]

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Aoshi jumped from rooftop to rooftop, taking full advantage of his bodily strength and speed, running at a very comfortable 300 Speed. After his training and experiences in the Seireitei, as part of the Gotei 13, he found himself far more attuned with his body, his strength, his power. It had been a while since the last time he had felt the need to lose control; he was able to achieve that level of strength and speed without losing himself. That made Aoshi hopeful for his future in the organization, but at the same time it had made him that much more annoying. A battle lover at heart who had long since denied himself that pleasure, lest he fall prey to Ruination, the Kenpachi was now able to exert what he believed to be his full, 300 strength without getting worked up or wanting to cave anyone's head in. Fully controlled, without anything to fear, without his aura apparently making everything around him decay.

Thus, Aoshi was really happy, but that also meant that he thrived to train against other people. He wanted to get more instruction, test his mettle. Could you blame him? It was as if he had been let out of a cage of his own making, after all. As such, it didn't take too much to guess that the very first place he'd visit was the home of the most battle-hungry squad in the entire Gotei 13: the Attack Squadron, the Eleventh. Since apparently it was the Tenth's sister squad, whatever that meant, the two were actually pretty close in location. For one with his speed, it actually did not take him too long to reach the front gates, and he excitedly went ahead and knocked on those, trying to get himself a pass inside.

Of course, his efforts had been met with naught but a scowl, and they had closed the door right on his nose, gate guard rolling his eyes all the while. Aoshi was pissed off at first, but then he came to realize that it was completely understandable. He was just an Unseated Officer, someone that had no sort of renown--in fact, anything they would've heard of him would be bad, considering his track record before joining the Shinigami. So, on the one hand, they had a right to do so. On the other hand, he could be quite annoying and persistent, specially if he put his mind to it, and so he quickly concocted a plan in his mind. A plan that Celes would most likely not be happy about, considering how he was her "ward", and how he represented "the Tenth", or something like that. He really was not listening when she was droning on about that one. Something about loafers, former gophers running around in his mind. Where was that even from?

He shook his head, not wanting to go on that tangent again. Instead, Aoshi made his way back to the Tenth, and using the salary he had gotten from his latest missions, got an ungodly amount of toiler paper rolls. Extra, extra long, with many many layers. Quite expensive, to say the least. Childish? Maybe. But it was a way to get the Eleventh's attention for sure. The young man made his way back to the Eleventh's Barracks, but instead of knocking on their doors and playing it like a gentleman, Aoshi made sure to circle the facility while running at 300 speed, throwing around the toilet paper rolls.

Chucked with his 300 strength, the rolls traveled far. Far more than any TP ever had, at least that he knew of. The Kenpachi continued running around, throwing more and more paper rolls, weaving a wicked web of cottony bliss that blotted out the sky for those inside the squadron. Of course, for a squadron chock full of swordmasters, it did not take long for them to react with their Zanpakuto, but Aoshi was tireless and continued throwing more, more and more toilet paper rolls. This lasted for a good fifteen minutes until he finally ran out of toilet paper, at which point he hopped on the Eleventh's walls and looked down at his marvelous work.

Surely it would not take too long for someone to angrily demand him to drop back down and face responsibility, right? Well, one could only hope that responsibility was in the form of a proper battle or training. He definitely was not going to listen to any more speeches, not unless whoever came out from under that toiler paper mess warranted it. The Kenpachi cracked a grin, looking at the newly decorated Eleventh, as well as the astonished looks of the bystander Shinigami, who clearly could not believe their eyes.

Well, well. He was most likely going to get in trouble, wasn't he? And yet, he still had the cheekiest grin known to man, plastered across his face.

[Nakajima Kimiko]

There was a rumor spread about the many corners of Rukongai, one that was subdued, yet somewhat popular. It went and left every once in a while, popping up when least expected, but it often appeared during the brief times of peace which the Soul Society had the pleasure of enjoying from time to time. It went a little something like this: for as long as a Shinigami officer remains within Seireitei, they will never work. They will not conduct their chores nor their duties, and they will not attempt to better themselves. In other words, they would show no signs of productivity, for the holy city provided them the needs to remain as they are until the Soul Society finds itself under attack. Considering the nature of this rumor, the people of Rukongai prefer to keep it between themselves and not speak of it whenever there was an officer who happened to be nearby. Even so, it appeared to be a rather-popular subject of conversation, something that could easily kickstart a chat at any given moment.

It was hard to completely deny this rumor. While it was not right to say that every Shinigami was a lazy worker, for that was nothing more than a stereotype, there were most certainly a number of officers who tried their best to delay the duties that were assigned to them. Some would not hide the accomplishment of their chores through various techniques in order to sleep on the job in a remote corner of the sprawling hallways of Seireitei, and others would only submit their paperwork at the very last minute before the end of their day in order to instead prioritize socializing with their fellow squadmates. There were even a number of officers who actually would not train at all during their allotted time, instead preferring to do arguably-unimportant things such as smoking or gambling games. Even so, there were a few notable exceptions that made sure to put that rumor to rest. One of these exceptions was a certain seated officer of the Eleventh, a certain Charles Hensley.

Charles has been a special case ever since he has found himself joining the Gotei 13. From his time at the Academy to now, he always preferred sleep and relaxation over everything else. He was visibly lazy, seemingly unmotivated, and often oddly tired. A few of his peers even jokingly referred him as a zombie due to his long hair, the bags underneath his eyes and his slouchy demeanor. In truth, he was simply a nocturnal person. While the others were at their peak during the day, he instead functioned better during the night. He trained better while the moon was far above and he also accomplished his assigned duties much faster during that time. Why that was the case, he would never be able to tell; after all, the majority of the memories of the Human life he once had that could potentially bring an explanation to this had long faded away. Regardless, he lived with this strange quirk of his in the best way he could. He didn't need to sleep all that much. His naps were enough.

Today was supposed to be a summer afternoon like any other. Kimiko, his Captain, had been made aware of the accomplishment of his training regimen during the night much like usual, and so now, he simply rested on top of the barracks. He was laying down on his back, breathing quietly as one lazy eye looked down towards the main courtyard. From here, he could watch over every single officer other than himself who were following the training regimen that Kimiko had given to them. Many of them focused on the use of blades due to this, though of course, there were a few exceptions, as made apparent by the presence of fist-fighters here and there. For once, the strongest of these fist-fighters wasn't here to bother him, given that she had gone to the Fourth Division's headquarters in order to visit their fallen comrade, Dai. While it was perhaps rude of him to think this way, he was quite glad that she wasn't there. Like this, he would be sparred the incessant chatting, if only for just a little bit longer. 

Taking in the hot seasonal air, the man would eventually turn his head towards the bright blue sky above and gaze at the many clouds which inhabited it. His blue eyes would briefly find themselves losing in the similar azure of the realm above, and for a brief moment, he would find himself smiling softly. He has always liked the sky. Up there, far away from the ground, there was nothing that existed beyond the great blue, its white spots, and the many other dots which inhabited it, such as the birds. It was soothing, serene. Perhaps one day, he will be able to go all the way up there and forever free himself from what ties him down here. He would ponder on the thought for a moment, then after a few seconds, chuckle quietly to himself. "Not without wings," he'd mutter then to no one in particular, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of such a concept, then would quietly return to his brief little moment of daydreaming. Well, at least he tried to do so, for he would then suddenly and abruptly interrupted by something which flew over the barracks.

Frowning in confusion, the officer's eyes would squint as they tried to make sense of the many trails of white which suddenly passed over him. Before he could properly make sense of them, one of these trails would land right on top of him. Now further confused, he would quickly grab onto the trail that had fallen onto him, then momentarily pause as he realized the nature of the trail. This... This is... toilet paper? "Oh, what in the Sam Hill...?" The poor Charles could only groan as he then witnessed further and further trails then show up above him, as well as several officers begin to cry out in utter confusion as they saw more of the damn things coming their way. The further this went on, the more baffled the seated officer became. He couldn't believe it. Someone was toilet papering their damn headquarters! Someone had the gall to actually do that right in the middle of the afternoon! Oh no, not just the middle of the afternoon: the middle of his well-deserved break too!

As the last few toilet paper rolls were sent over the barracks, Charles would let out final sigh before suddenly vanishing from sight. It was an expert use of Shunpo, especially given that he was lying down not even a moment earlier. Quickly, he would appear on top of the highest point of the building before then allowing his gaze to scour the area in search of the culprit. It would not take long for him to spot said culprit, as he was standing not very far away from the main gates of the Eleventh Division's headquarters. Upon noticing him, the man's tired expression would almost appear to grow ten times older in a split-second. Then, he would vanish with another Shunpo to position himself closer to the culprit. This entire process was done relatively quickly thanks to the use of the stepping technique, but there was something about its use which was much more impressive in comparison to the execution displayed by most of the other officers.

Once he would reappear, the man would be standing on top of the gates. Already, he could tell that the man who was responsible for this mess was someone who was asking for attention in one way or another. That was how pranksters worked in the Living World, and it was how they worked back here within the Soul Society. Thus, after he made sure to observe the horrible cosmetic damages that were dealt to the Eleventh's barracks, he would look down towards the unknown man, then step forward to let himself drop down onto the ground below. His body would then be fully turned towards the toilet paperer. His tired gaze, meanwhile, remained as it was: unimpressed and annoyed. "Alright. I can see you wanted to have a little bit of fun here," he found himself groaning. Then, he straightened himself, if only to give a very good look to the man as his tired gaze suddenly turned more intense than usual. "I'll admit, I don't really care about who you are or from which squad you come from. That's not important to me. What's important is what you did. Let's just make this easy for the both of us... If you're strong enough to throw those papers like that, then you're fast enough to go pick them all up. I'm giving you ten seconds. If you can't do that under ten seconds, then I'll give you twenty. If you still can't, then... Well, we'll figure this out if we ever get there."

Following his declaration, the long-haired man would then stare the other officer down in silence. His body would remain completely still in the moment, all the while his tired gaze continued to remain focused straight onto the other man's eyes. The other man may believe him to be a weakling due to his exhausted expression, but there was something about Charles's posture that was undoubtedly professional. This was clearly a man of his profession, a warrior in spite of his looks, and he had made sure to put his point across. The only question that remained now was... What was going to happen next?

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Aoshi didn't have time to witness the white, fluffy, cottony, silky, smooth, delicate, glossy, satiny, luxurious, majestic masterpiece that was his Kenpachi-strength fueled TP work. Soon enough, the first detractor of said contemporary art would appear; geniuses truly were misunderstood, weren't they? The man in question looked rather dingy, with heavy bags under his eyes and a face that looked a bit like a zombie. "Wow, you really must be overworked, man. Sleeping is important, you know?" Aoshi couldn't help but say, astonished. Of course, he was conveniently omitting the part that it was him who was probably interrupting this man's work or rest, depending on what he had been doing before the Kenpachi's arrival to the barracks of the eleventh.

This man, however, wouldn't be playing off his banter. Instead, he looked unimpressed, annoyed, judgemental. Aoshi didn't really mind, of course; he'd long since stopped caring about what strangers thought of him. That was reserved for people closer to him, which this guy really was not. So, when he said he had already had his fun, and it was time to pick it up, Aoshi faked a pout and hung his head low for a moment before a cheeky grin took over his features.

"Oh, so I don't even get to introduce myself. Rude~. By the way, the Tenth rules, the Eleventh drools, Celes is the Super Kami Shodan... or something like that". He didn't really care that much about promoting his squad, but he really wanted to press this man's buttons, maybe rile him up and get a pretty fun battle out of it. Most Seated Officers wouldn't give him the time of day otherwise. Thus, when the man said it was time to clean all that in the next ten to twenty seconds, Aoshi feigned a look so outraged, so offended, that it was not unlike a middle-aged lady demanding to see a store manager immediately, or else.

"And destroy this marvelous piece of modern art? I'd rather die. Well, maybe not die. Let's leave it at maimed or grievously injured", he pointed out. "Besides, that wasn't even the fun part! The fun part is what I'm assuming comes next. Though I'd much rather warm up first..."

The man had come to him using Shunpo, with quite the mastery of the technique, actually. Now, it was time to see whether this man's Shunpo was actually faster than his own. That'd be a good way to gauge whether Aoshi could have his fun with him, or if he would just be a disappointment like most of the greenhorns and some of the seated officers in his squadron. If he was, then he could always wait until the next guy came along. If he wasn't, then he could be content with it. Truth be told, Aoshi was still unaware of the full extent of his strength, believing his hold-back values to be the best he could muster at the current point in time. These were superior to the last time he'd exerted himself with Ruination, so he thought he'd finally mastered his battle-hungry side and made it his own, improving on it in the process.

Nothing further from reality, of course, but he may find that out today. For the time being, Aoshi used his own Shunpo to get away from the man, landing on one of the denser spots of the thick toiler paper webbing he'd weaved over the Eleventh. The paper was actually great quality, able to hold his weight--no, never mind. It was just the tree branches below helping to support the weight. Well, the ilusion was still there, at least. For the time being, playing 'catch me if you can' with a superior officer would be a pretty damn fun way to get his heart rate up and prepare his body for actual sparring, consequences be damned. He'd deal with those later, once they actually arrived.


OOC:
Holding back at 300 Strength, 350 Speed, and 350 Spiritual Pressure.
Shunpo at 3500 Speed
Reiatsu: 3500-50 = 3450 (Kenpachi maximum 4500)

[Nakajima Kimiko]

The first thing that came out of the prankster's mouth once Charles got to him was a comment about the long-haired man's looks. The man supposed that this was to be expected. It wasn't the first time he had heard someone telling him that he should better his appearance, and knowing his personal habits, he knew that this was not going to be the last time this was going to happen. In fact, at this point, he was starting to think that his appearance was going to be criticized until the end of his Shinigami career. Regardless, the fact that he received so many of these comments allowed him to develop an immunity to it. Thus, once he heard the comment, he simply shrugged. "Not really. If I was actually overworked, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now," he replied lackadaisically, not bothering to hide how unfazed he was by the man's comment. "Besides, I was actually trying to get some rest up until one of these fell right on top of me."

With that out of the way, the man hoped that it would be enough to make the prankster understand why he appeared to be so bothered by his presence here. While it was true that he was annoyed by the fact that this stuff was now all over the barracks, he also was indeed missing out on his break time now. Worse, he was missing out on his break time while he was away from Binita. So, not only did he now have to deal with this person, who so far appeared to be the equivalent of an adult man-child, but he was also downright now unable to actually get some rest without being bothered by anyone. Then, there was the case of the whole squad being worried about Dai, one of their strongest officers who had recently found himself stuck in a coma after he and Kimiko fought against those Quincies... Argh, argh, argh! This was all such a terrible and pointless mess. What has he done to deserve such a ridiculous display of divine punishment?   

Eventually, the divine punishment would reveal two things to the sleepy officer. The first thing he revealed him was that he was apparently a member of the Tenth Division. Well, at least it appeared to be the case, as he exclaimed his preference for the Defense Squad, some kind of dislike for the Attack Squad, and his acquaintance of Captain Shindazu. Charles had absolutely no idea of what the prankster was going on about when he described Celes as being a "Super Kami Shodan", but whatever that was supposed to be, he could only guess that this was somehow related to the four dojos that Kimiko has founded in Rukongai. More precisely, he supposed that this was related to that one time Celes had gone to the northern dojo and more or less dominated everyone over there, something which the dojo master was trying her best to avoid talking about lately. Given how ridiculous that whole situation had been, Charles really couldn't blame her.

The second thing was what brought the greatest amount of attention out of Charles, for it more or less confirmed what was going to happen then and there. It appeared as though the prankster had absolutely no intentions to fix the problem he has caused. Naturally, he seemed perfectly content with the aesthetic outcome of his work, as childish as this reaction may be, but he also seemed to be happy about the fact that this was going to lead towards the most obvious response to this aforementioned outcome. Upon noting this, Charles raised a brow, then sighed. Needless to say, his silence wasn't going to be particularly needed anymore. "You did all of that just to get our attention, huh...  Hmph. You could've just asked. There's plenty of people around here who likes fighting as much as you do," he commented, still unimpressed, but now a bit more motivated. He still seemed to be bothered by the fact that his rest was now definitely not going to happen thanks to this man. Even so, now, he knew what to expect from this prankster, and he knew that his skills were going to be tested.

After he spoke his words, Charles would fixate his gaze onto the prankster once again. As meager as they have been, it appeared as though their introduction had come to an end and that something else was now about to begin. Still appearing as tired as ever, the man remained still. Then, just as a flicker came from the intruder's body, his own vanished in an instant with an expert use of Shunpo. By the time he reappeared, he was standing on the same branch the prankster was now standing upon, having reached the branch at a Speed that was just a little bit faster than the man's. If one had proper calculative insight onto this matter, they would have been able to quantify this velocity with a number that neared 3600. "So I was right. Looks like you're definitely fast enough to pick all of that up," he noted openly as he stood on the branch. His stance was shockingly still, like he had achieved perfect balance onto said branch in spite of all of the weight that was being suddenly pressed against it. From that perspective, it was thus rather clear that the Speed of 3600 he had achieved was not the fastest he could go. "You got ten seconds left to change your mind."

So he was fast. Interesting. While he preferred to remain out of people's business, Charles did at times find himself analyzing the people of the other squads, and so far, he hadn't seen many people who were about to actually reach that kind of speed amongst those of the Tenth Division. In fact, even in the Eleventh Division, it wasn't often that he would have the chance to actually see someone go so fast, and that was in spite of the fact that Kimiko's dojo had attracted quite a fair amount of people to it. Most of the time, the fastest people came from the likes of the Second Division, as they were the ones who prioritized it above all else. Well, that and stealth and all kinds of techniques that were, quite frankly, not worth much of his attention besides casual interest. If this prankster was that fast, then did that mean that he could go even faster? No, more importantly... did that mean that he was able to maintain that speed all the while brandishing the usual levels of physical strength displayed by those from the Tenth?

As he wondered about this, many officers who had found themselves under the assault of the toilet papers within the courtyard would quickly turn their eyes towards the two speedsters. Considering that one of them was an unknown officer from another squad, it did not take long for them to understand that this person was the one responsible for the mess they would now have to clean up. Thus, with clenched teeth, many of the people who were previously training at their own leisure would quickly find themselves rushing towards the papered tree in anger. Some of them even appeared to have their swords unsheathed. "You piece of shit! Look at what you've done to our barracks! You're gonna regret that!" One of them shouted before pointing his blade right towards the stranger, all the while displaying quite the fearsome expression on his face. "Kick his ass, Hensley! Show him what Jūichibantai does to people like him!"   

Upon hearing this, the sleepy man's eyelids would slowly find themselves coming down before they covered the entirety of his vision in a way that showed how bothered he had become about this whole thing. By then, a creak would suddenly resonate from the tree branch, almost as if further weight was being pressed onto it aside from the two men and the toilet paper that covered it. Eventually, a sigh would then come from Charles. "Alright. Five seconds now," he would remind the prankster. Obviously, at this point, the countdown had reached a number that the stranger was most definitely not going to be able to respect to pick up all the mess he made. With that said, he was giving this man - or rather, himself - one last chance to avoid conflict. He didn't want to fight. Really, he would much rather that this man gives up so that he can go back to trying to take a nap. But if he really doesn't have a choice but to fight... He'll try his best.

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"I guess that is my bad. But there are worse ways to wake up. I did choose a rather soft brand--my ass would know", Aoshi joked, not caring one bit that the man had no intentions to play off of his energy. After the small chat, and the young Kenpachi's step away toward one of the tree branches, Aoshi let out an impressed whistle as Charles, who'd yet to give him his name, arrived just as he did. That meant meaning that his Shunpo was faster than the Kenpachi's own. That was something that he hadn't been expecting, and that only served to further ignite the fuel within even more. Perhaps they would not be playing cat and mouse, after all?

While that was rather disappointing, Aoshi had come to the eleventh seeking an actual battle, so this played nicely into his plans for the day. He didn't have any other duties to attend to--and if he did, he'd forgotten them all. Charles then pointed out that all Aoshi needed to do was to come down to the Eleventh and ask for a fight. Unfortunately, he had already tried that, only nobody wanted to give the Unseated Officer the time of the day. Well, nobody may be a stretch. Those in charge of comings and goings from the gates definitely didn't seem eager in entertaining him, and had thus shoo'ed him away, forcing him to come up with this rather enjoyable and elaborate stunt.

Man, having to listen to Celes afterwards was going to be one hell of a ride.

"True. But would you have come to me so eagerly if I had just come asking nicely? Maybe you would've sent one of the guys down there while you kept taking a nap. You know, the same people desperately cheering you on rather than asking to take your place in teaching me a lesson. If this squadron is supposed to be full of fight-happy people like me, then I'd say that's rather concerning", Aoshi said, glancing over down to the people hurling insults at them. The shit-eating grin on his face only grew wider with them, taking great delight in knowing just how much he could piss them off with something that had just taken but a very small fraction of his time. All noise, worthless to pay any attention to. Not when he had just the guy to focus on right in front of his face. "And besides, how did that go...? Oh, right. 'If I have to ask for it, then I don't want it anymore'."

Charles would then go on to address Aoshi's speed, and the fact that he obviously was fast enough to pick up all those paper rolls. If anything, his Shunpo had raised an eyebrow here, meaning it exceeded his original expectations, even if he could achieve faster speeds. That only made the Kenpachi's grin grow even more. "I'll take that as a compliment, coming from you." However, Charles's patience was already running thin, and he resorted to the oldest trick in any angry mom's book: actually invoking the countdown out loud to get their children to comply. Only in this case, it wasn't a child, and he had no intention whatsoever to pick anything up. Not without a proper fight first, at least.

"Alright. Five seconds now..."

"Oh boy~" Aoshi said in a singsongy voice, and he hopped backwards, going in free-fall for one moment before he landed on the ground. The Kenpachi didn't do anything that resembled picking up toilet paper rolls, however. Instead, he immediately fell into a combat position, the one derived from his rather peculiar blend of martial arts. Awesome. It looked like he was going to get what he wanted, after all. Having prepared himself, he would not do anything until Charles got down there and they could actually begin their fight for real. Aoshi had TP'd the Eleventh, yes, but he was not the sort to seek a dishonest confrontation. He'd rather scrap with his opponent at his best, and without any cheap shots or sucker punches at the start.

That, of course, left something else to address. The Kenpachi gave one last look to those who had been previously insulting him, since they were far closer now. He did not want them to get the wrong idea. "If any of you feel the need to fight me... I'm sorry boys, but you lost your chance. This is between Baggy Eyes up there and me. Unless you're willing to prove you're cowards who're only strong when ganging up on someone while hiding behind daddy?", he said with the biggest shit-eating grin that he could muster at the time. With that said, he would not spend one more second on them. His countdown was already running down as it was.


OOC: Since Aoshi's martial arts style was developed by his Ruination-afflicted self, I'm dropping his SkP to 1 until he starts going all out.

[Nakajima Kimiko]

Every once in a while, the Tenth and the Eleventh tend to engage in various kinds of exercises. These exercises are typically conceived in order to both evaluate and prepare the officers of these two squads for future battles, and to allow them to better coordinate their strategies with one another on the battlefield. One could say that, in other words, these things were done so as to allow these two squads - the Defense Squad and the Attack Squad - to properly act as the shield and the blade of the Soul Society, as their names suggest. Generally, they take on more traditional forms, such as mass spars pitting two groups of officers from both squads against one another. At other times, they are much less conventional, much like that one time when they had to play a game where they needed to attack groups defending a flower-bearer. All in all, most of the officers of the Tenth and the Eleventh tended to appreciate these exercises, and in so doing, they have built a sense of camaraderie between them.

Was this man's presence within the Eleventh's barracks actually one of those tests? As Charles remained on the tree branch the intruder had found himself onto and kept his azure gaze focused onto him, he would himself pondering on the matter, giving it some of his attention. The Captain of the Tenth, Celes Shindazu, was an unpredictable woman. At least, that's what the tired man believed. She was a respectable woman and he had absolutely no problem recognizing her as a capable military officer, even if the Soul Society has had some difficulties in regards to its defenses as of late, but he also believed that she had a tendency of being somewhat playful. Hell, although it's been a while now since that activity was actually upheld, he was half-certain that she was the one who actually created that aforementioned flower game. With that in mind, it was thus possible that she simply decided to send this troublemaker here in order to evaluate their response time against a notable threat.

Or he simply could be overthinking things. Yeah, that was probably it. This guy was most likely just some bored individual who decided to make a mess out of the Eleventh's barracks for the hell of it. Frankly, the more Charles observed the guy, the closer he would find himself being brought towards that conclusion. As unfortunate as that may sound, not every officer out there had the best interests of their squad in mind, and considering that the tired man had never seen this particular troublemaker before, it was entirely legitimate for him to guess that this person was a recruit who had simply not been reigned in just yet by his superiors. Then again, if he really was as new to the Tenth as Charles somewhat believed him to be, he shouldn't be so fast... Oh well. Kimiko was pretty damn fast too when she got out of the Academy, and he himself had figured a few things out when it came to Hohō techniques. It wasn't unusual to witness unusual recruits anymore, really.

In any case, the officer of the Eleventh would listen to the words which came from the officer of the Tenth was that same unshakeable gaze. From the way the man went on to explain everything, it was becoming clearer and clearer that was indeed just someone who was in dire need of attention. The way he spoke, the way he flashed that shit-eating grin towards him and the officers under the tree branch, the way he simply behaved... All of this act reminded Charles of the temperaments of a child. On one hand, he was annoyed. He wasn't a huge fan of kids, especially not the louder ones. On the other hand, for some reason, there was something about that kind of overly-prideful behavior that briefly caused the tired man to perceive the prankster as somebody else. That somebody else... All Charles saw were brief flashes of them in his mind, but he could tell that they were young, barely ten years old. He could even recall them standing by an helicopter on that day, gazing at other men wearing and holding onto rifles.

The brief flash of memory was just long enough for Charles to lose his focus on the intruder after he had announced what remained of his countdown. It did not last for very long, and yet when his attention returned, the officer of the Tenth had already jumped off the tree branch and landed on the ground. While this usually wouldn't have caused any further reactions from the officers, the fact that the man landed in what appeared to be a fighting stance was enough to cause them to briefly tense up. Some even appeared to be impatient enough to almost rush forward and try to swing their sword at the prankster. Perhaps fortunately for them, however, they would not have the time to do so, for before they could, Charles had turned himself on the tree branch so as to gaze down towards the intruder. The sight of his azure eyes were enough to cause these officers to immediately back off, as though out of respect for the sleepy man.

Unsurprisingly, the intruder used this opportunity to quickly jab at the officers' pride. With that said, the words spoken did not actually goad them into becoming angrier. Instead, they huffed, unsheathed their swords, then pulled back. They would remain close, enough so that they could be allowed to observe what was going to happen next, but it was clear that they would not interfere. Before the prankster could comment on this, Charles walk forward towards the tip of the branch, then look down. "They won't attack you all at once, son," he would hum as he remained on the branch, making sure to call out the other man's use of the word "daddy".  Then, suddenly, he would quickly disappear and reappear right under the tree branch before beginning to walk forward towards the attention-seeker. Another showcase of a well-executed Shunpo. By the time he was about a few steps in front of the officer of the Tenth, he would stop and stare again. "That's not their style."

A moment of silence then followed, one which would last at least five seconds. Somehow, none of the officers who were previously shouting obscenities would say anything in that time, as they would instead decide to stand there with clear anger in their eyes. The tension in the air was palpable. And yet, at a glance, it would almost appear as though the tension in question really only came from the aforementioned officers. Charles, him, still appeared as unconvinced as ever. That was, until five more seconds then passed. Once this occurred, the man would take a deep breath, then let out a quiet sigh. "Alright. I'm guessing my countdown ended. I have to admit, I didn't expect losing it so soon. I can usually keep it up for a while," he noted aloud before turning his head towards the barracks again and letting out a swift grunt. "Well, anyway... looks like you and I gonna have to figure out how to deal with this together."

The man kept his gaze on the barracks for a bit as he tried to understand how long it would take to bring all that toiler paper down, though eventually, he gave up and turned his head towards the prankster once more. Shockingly, once he did so again, his gaze had changed. Somehow, it did not look as sleepy anymore nor inattentive. It now appeared sharp, serious, punitive. "You know... Us folk from the Eleventh like to fight. We always do. On normal circumstances, we would've gladly kicked your ass until you couldn't feel it anymore. This time, though, we didn't want to. We just wanted a break from sparring to respect one of our own who fell in battle. Personally, I don't like the guy. I think he's one of our worst... but I still respected him enough to not boss anyone around today like I usually do," he explained before he began to stretch himself. Several bones would be heard cracking from his body as he did so. Each time they did, the spiritual energy surrounded the tired man would grow just a little bit further. "Oh well. I guess I should've expected that wasn't going to work."

Once he was done stretching himself, the air around the man had grown heavier. Much heavier, in fact, enough so that it forced the officers that were nearby to steadily move away so as to not be affected by what was happening. Meanwhile, the man's azure gaze would focus onto the prankster yet again. "You didn't have a chance to introduce yourself earlier. I might as well give you one right now," he remarked before he then slowly began his shoulders forward, causing his posture to slouch forward just a little bit more while his legs further pushed against the ground below. The man would then wait for the officer of the Tenth to properly introduce himself. Whether he did so or not was irrelevant to him, as no matter which answer he would get, the officer of the Eleventh's azure gaze would then suddenly grow wider, bringing about a sharper surge of spiritual energy. Once this energy reached its apex to a point that almost only it could be heard humming in the air, the tired man would then finally respond:

"Charles Hensley, Nakajima Company, Fourth Seat. Let's settle this quickly."

The words were quiet and not told with any particular intensity. However, in that very moment, they appeared louder than ever, enough so that they resonated throughout the space surrounding Charles and the prankster. As they would do so, the man would continue to stare at his opponent before, suddenly, the man flicked his right hand, causing what appeared to be a small wakizashi to slide from his sleeve right onto his hand. It was small, roughly half a meter long, and seemed clearly designed to be more so used as a knife than a sword. Once he caught the blade, the man then suddenly vanished again with another Shunpo before reappearing in front of his opponent and proceeding to spin his weapon between his fingers, grab it with the blade pointing sideways towards the prankster, then attempt to launch it multiple times towards him. All of this was done both with shocking speed and precision, all the while his spiritual energy could be felt from the tip of the weapon.

For now, Charles was aiming to simply incapacitate the prankster by aiming for his arms and legs. As bothersome as this guy may be, he wasn't going to try to kill him. With that said... only time will tell whether he will need to go on a further offensive or not.

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When Charles begrudgingly admitted that he did not expect himself to lose it so soon, Aoshi clicked his tongue. Needless to say, he was extremely proud of that accomplishments, although he'd need to improve himself on that front. He aimed to be so annoying that he could make people go from 0 to 100 in just one or two sentences, no toilet paper required. "I tend to have that effect. You should ask my captain", he said, making some idle chat with the officer, who by that point mentioned they would need to figure out how to deal with this together.

Aoshi had to admit that he felt teeny tiny sting of pain when the guy mentioned that they were in mourning that day, since one of their squadmates had passed away not that long ago. That in itself was already a victory, seeing how he didn't know any of these people and his alleigance to the Gotei 13 as a whole was forced at best, given his particular situation. Even so, he could understand what they were going through... more or less. But anyway, that hardly mattered. What mattered was the officer in front of him, who was clearly getting ready to fight. Aoshi had no energy sensory skills, so he was admittedly lacking in his ability to tell that the man's Reiatsu was growing. Aoshi's own spiritual pressure was quite high after all, specially for a greenhorn like himself.

So his silly little stunt turned majestic art piece had fished out the Fourth Seat of the Eleventh? If he recalled correctly from one of the many lectures that he had barely paid any attention to, that meant that this Charles was the fourth most powerful member of the Eleventh. Number four, huh? Not bad, not bad at all! Perhaps this would set a precedent for future goings with the other squadrons, if he was going to get such good fights out of them. Aoshi was fully aware that this could very well end up in him getting his ass sorely kicked, possibly earning him a trip to Squad 4's infirmary for a while--which he would absolutely hate. How boring was to just lie in bed, recovering?

Ah, but were where his non-existent manners? It was just about time to introduce himself. "Aoshi Kuzan. No fancy title like you, Charlie, I joined the Tenth about two weeks ago. And what's the hurry? Let's get to know each other, you and I~" the Kenpachi said, tightening his right fist and shifting into his guard once again. Well, he was not going to have to ask for the battle to begin, because Charles really had no intention of taking things slowly. The only warning he gave was him taking out his weapon, a small wakizashi. Whether that was his Zanpakuto or not, the Kenpachi did not know. He was not exactly attuned with the spiritual swords: as usual, the Kuzan was not carrying his Asauchi, or Zanpakuto, whatever it was at that point.

The Fourth Seat then used that pesky Shunpo of his to cut the distance between himself and Aoshi, flick his blade and try to stab him. Aoshi was caught off guard by his speed, and could only flex his muscles in an attempt to tank the attacks, which admittedly did help a bit with the physical damage. Only his ability to tighten his body made it so Aoshi would not be directly incapacitated by the attack. However, Charlie was not aiming just for Aoshi's arms, he was also aiming for his legs... which Aoshi took as an invitation for a low sweep that aimed to send him flying, given the 300 offensive Strength at which he was currently holding himself back. No attacks aimed at the torso whatsoever. Only his arms were suffering from the puncture wounds, and it had been his flexing that made it so the wounds were not as deep as they could've been in the first place. His Pain Tolerance also helped him endure the pain that followed those wounds.

If Aoshi's strike connected, he would use a quick single-leg entry from the low sweep in order to cut off the distance, putting him in a proper position to follow up the first attack with a straight punch. He intended to land a good blow on Charles, the sort that would shatter one's solar plexus. Since the Fourth Seat was already using his sword, it meant he had little reason to hold back--even less so knowing that he was such a high seat. Still, for all the boldness he had displayed earlier, Aoshi's initial steps in this battle were being... rather tame. Simple attacks to start, and a way for him to gauge the capabilities of the Fourth Seat. It was as if despite the conscious knowledge of his own strength, a part of him still knew letting go was a bad idea.

OOC:
Holding back at 300 Strength, then 350 in all other boosted stats, as well as 1 SkP in Massacre Demon.
Strength Flexing at 300 Strength for the stabs.

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{Stats}

Stat	SP	Ken. SP	Type
Strength	400	450	787
Speed	365	415	726
Reiatsu Strength	25	25	25
Spiritual Pressure	250	300	450
Senses	50	50	50
Instinct	50	50	50
Energy Sensory	0	0	0
Healing Expertise	0	0	0
Light Aura	50 (0)
Dark Aura	50 (100)

• Massacre Demon: 2
• Pain Tolerance: 2
• Stamina Efficiency: 2
• Strength of Will: 1

[Camila Adaronde]

50 paragraphs total, meaning 250 TP for Kimiko!