Post by Munemasa Iroka on Nov 10, 2024 0:03:41 GMT -5
Iroka listened to Fuuko's warning and nodded. The one Fuuko had attacked seemed to be able to create cages. "I think I might have a bit of talent when it comes to cage fighting, though," Iroka said. Still, it would be wise not to underestimate anyone here. Because Iroka knew that by herself, she certainly was not the best combatant. She excelled in defense and support, though.
Which was why she loved fighting alongside Fuuko. She was Fuuko's shield, and Fuuko was her sword. One was physically powerful, and the other was proficient spiritually. A very good combination, if Iroka would say so. Still, the somersaulting spaghetti rabbit was one whose abilities Iroka was not certain of. The fact that she could kick Fuuko was suggestive that she was not anyone to sneer at. Caution was necessary.
The rabbit girl asked the two Shinigami to hold their ground, stating that she did not come here to fight. Which was weird, seeing as she was with the female Hollow, who had seemed rather... aggressive, with the way the Hollow had flared reiatsu to bring Fuuko running. Whatever the case, the spaghetti rabbit seemed a relatively polite person, bowing and introducing herself. Who knew, maybe they could get along....
The carrot-top Shinigami gave a bow of her own. "Well met. I am Munemasa Iroka, and this is Satoshi Fuuko. We are the Oni of the Gotei 13's Yonbantai." Politeness was to be reciprocated, so Iroka believed. "If you don't see yourself our enemy today, that's great. As a matter of fact, I'd rather we never saw each other as enemies, but life is weird."
She straightened and tilted her head to one side. "While I suspect you have kind sentiments towards us, due to your desire to see us grow, I'm afraid I shall never get any bigger than this," the Shinigami said wistfully. It was in Iroka's nature to sometimes take things too literally. "And if nothing is wrong with your stomach, why does it have a hole in it?" No spite nor ridicule was present in Iroka's voice, only confused curiosity.
Which was why she loved fighting alongside Fuuko. She was Fuuko's shield, and Fuuko was her sword. One was physically powerful, and the other was proficient spiritually. A very good combination, if Iroka would say so. Still, the somersaulting spaghetti rabbit was one whose abilities Iroka was not certain of. The fact that she could kick Fuuko was suggestive that she was not anyone to sneer at. Caution was necessary.
The rabbit girl asked the two Shinigami to hold their ground, stating that she did not come here to fight. Which was weird, seeing as she was with the female Hollow, who had seemed rather... aggressive, with the way the Hollow had flared reiatsu to bring Fuuko running. Whatever the case, the spaghetti rabbit seemed a relatively polite person, bowing and introducing herself. Who knew, maybe they could get along....
The carrot-top Shinigami gave a bow of her own. "Well met. I am Munemasa Iroka, and this is Satoshi Fuuko. We are the Oni of the Gotei 13's Yonbantai." Politeness was to be reciprocated, so Iroka believed. "If you don't see yourself our enemy today, that's great. As a matter of fact, I'd rather we never saw each other as enemies, but life is weird."
She straightened and tilted her head to one side. "While I suspect you have kind sentiments towards us, due to your desire to see us grow, I'm afraid I shall never get any bigger than this," the Shinigami said wistfully. It was in Iroka's nature to sometimes take things too literally. "And if nothing is wrong with your stomach, why does it have a hole in it?" No spite nor ridicule was present in Iroka's voice, only confused curiosity.