Arc 0: Canon -99: Need No Lies [R, NDE, H-E]

[Seikatsu Raito]

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Raito smirked as he saw that Masaki was injured by his attack. He had keen instincts to be able to dodge the Vizard's attack. Raito watched as Masaki threw the torn piece of robe at him. He simply slashed at the piece of cloth, ripping it in half. It fell to the ground as he stared down Masaki. The ex-Shinigami listened to Masaki as he charged forward. He was going for a stabbing motion, but his movements didn't have the intentions for a strong blow. This meant the attack was a fluke. He simply side stepped, but before he could counter, Masaki had moved backwards. "The violent hurricane, huh? My squad called me the Blood Demon! I'm Seikatsu Raito, remember that name!!" he yelled out as he charged forward.

"Don't take your time in battle! Didn't Shioki Mikoto teach you that!?" Raito responded with a smirk that turned into a huge grin. He ran forward as Masaki was spinning his blade. The Vizard charged his reiatsu strength into his blade, and slashed diagonally towards Masaki. The blade was aimed in an angle so if he moved his blade it would meet with Masaki's spear. His reiatsu strength was too superior to Masaki's. It would smash through his spear and across his body. His only choice would be to dodge. Raito was a master in battle and had already accounted for that. Whether he dodged or blocked, his next attack was instantly followed up with a shunpo. The shunpo moved him directly at his opponent in blinding speed. His elbow was directly aimed at Masaki's nose.

Raito's blade was cocked back, as he made his movement, ready to strike at Masaki. He quickly moved a couple of steps backwards to allow Masaki to recover, and Raito to prepare for his next attack. What would happen next? Raito's blade was ready. Masaki's had superior physical strength, but that didn't matter when it came to his blade enhanced with his reiatsu strength.

[Reiatsu: 2950/3000]

OOC: Not much to respond to.

[Zou ۞]

Masaki whirled on Raito, and his spear came up. The shaft blocked the katana, and did so without budging even so much as an inch. From there, of course, Raito continued moving. What on earth had happened? That spear should not have been able to guard against Raito's blade. Unless, in addition to this being a "speed increase," there was also a "reiatsu strength increase." And in that event, it meant that the spear was nothing but a form change. It had no abilities beyond focusing the user's powers and increasing statistic values. No doubt of course, these were probably the only two statistic values that were increased. Usually, no more than two gained such increases. The reiatsu strength behind Masaki's spear had in fact not been "increased," but "fortified." The spear was merely given durability by release ability. Therefore, what were the remaining techniques, if any?

Masaki continued spinning his spear just a bit, stopping as Raito came up with that elbow. He whirled, moving at a speed superior to Raito's, and disappeared with Shunpo. He was simply moving at his top speed to dodge the elbow and get behind Raito as Raito moved back. He stabbed towards Raito with the spear. However, this of course was not his only maneuver. He was not speaking during this particular set of maneuvers, only grinning. It seemed that he was loving the fight as much as Raito. Naturally, he was already at his maximum potential. Raito hadn't even released, but then again he was a Captain level adversary, whereas Masaki was merely a third seat. Regardless of result of the stab, Masaki backed off immediately after, yanking his spear back with him. If it stabbed Raito, it would yank itself out of his body as a result.

All at once, he aimed his left hand at Raito, taking it off the spear as he made some distance. He began to chant as he moved back. It was a quick one, too. "Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south!" As he spoke, and as he did it very very quickly, impressively so, a red orb of reiatsu formed on his palm. Naturally, Raito was acquainted with the Kido. While he had some time to prepare and intercept it, it was much weaker than he was. There would be no harm in it charging and firing at him. There were many ways of guarding against it. "Hado #31: Shakkaho!" Masaki exclaimed. And the orb fired out towards Raito.

Masaki's Remaining Reiatsu: 1200 Reiatsu

[Kaen Youji]

Kaen whirled as he heard the voice. I didn't even notice him approach. I must be more tired than I thought...[/color] Kaen still seemed fairly relaxed though. As mentioned it may not have quite sunk in when and where he was. He was at home, or seemed that way. Well. He was up until he saw who it was, and felt a chill settle into his spine. Satsujun. One of the most powerful shinigami alive. Here Kaen was, seeing him. And from the feel of that reiatsu he was every bit as formidable as he would become. Instinctively Kaen realized that if the two of them fought, he'd be finished in an instant. No, he wasn't a match for this man, so his comment to relax, caused Kaen to do exactly that.

"I'm not here to fight. I'm just curious. Why are you here in the Seireitei? What's your purpose?" Kaen sighed. "This Seireitei? I wish I knew." He replied, in an exasperated tone. "One minute I'm having a nice sleep, the next, I'm waking up here." He stated. "The weird little thing that sent me here told me to go see a guy, who could send me back home." He remarked, leaving Omono Ganz's exact name out. If his uniform was any indication, Satsujun was a shinigami, and stating he wanted to see a guy up for execution would be a very unwise idea. At least until Kaen could get a feel for the situation he was in.

"So, seeing as I've honestly got no idea where I am, do you suppose you could give a guy directions?" He asked. He hadn't used either of Kensai's names, neither the one he held now, nor the one he would in the future. In his mind Kaen was also wondering things. Seeing Satsujun had brought things into perspective. If Satsujun died in the past, how would it influence the present? Could the future be changed? Kaen wondered. And how serious could it be if he screwed up in the past?

[Seikatsu Raito]

Raito stood there as the shaft of the spear easily blocked his blade. He couldn't imagine a seated officer being this strong. Shinigami in the olden times had to be much stronger. It took him a moment to realize this and it kept his smirk in place. This battle would be fun. He was expecting a very fast battle. Raito stood there simply smiling as his elbow missed, and he felt a blade on his back. He felt the blade retract and he turned around to face Masaki. "Kirie Masaki! You're fast! I would had love to have you as one of my seated officers! You must make your captain proud!" Raito replied.

The Vizard stood there as blood dripped to the floor. The blood that dripped to the floor was of black color. Was he really a demon? Maybe Masaki wouldn't even notice. Chi Akuryou's effect on blood applied to Raito also. Since he was the holder of the blade, it constantly attacked his body. Over time, he had grown immune to the blood's effect and it gave him immunity to many different toxins and abilities that poisoned his reiatsu or him directly. In return, his blood turned black and not of the same color as others. He wasn't named the Blood Demon for no reason.

Raito started to walk towards Masaki as he moved backwards. When he started to chant familiar words of a Kido he ran at full speed towards Masaki. By the time Masaki fired his Shakkaho, Raito was only a couple steps away from the Shinigami. He cut through the red ball, slicing it in half. It would disperse in opposite directions exploding away from him. The blade would then come toward Masaki ready to slice across his face. Raito knew from the beginning of the battle, he was stronger in reiatsu than his opponent. His energy sensory had nothing to do with it. It was his battle instincts and simple knowledge of being a higher rank than the seated officer. The simple slash to the face of Masaki was followed by a flurry of slashes. They differed in angles, and moved at fast angles. Each slash imbued his reiatsu strength, ready to cut Masaki.

Reiatsu: 2950/3000

[Zou ۞]

"Well, I have no idea where you're going, really." Roshu Kensai said. That was strange. The tone of his voice was even different. He was...more lighthearted? Friendlier perhaps. He may have the eyes, and the power too, but he was a drastically different person thousands of years ago as opposed to in Kaen's time. Despite all of the rhetoric of hatred and revenge, and of conquest and destruction, as well as the smirks and the condescending insults of battle, this man was not the man Kaen knew in the present. He was a better man. He had yet to become the monster who one day would kill hundreds of thousands in the name of furthering his power. And he was not yet the man who for his crimes would rot thirty thousand years in the lowest of all dungeons.

"I can give you directions if you want them, though. The old man doesn't think you guys are a threat to us at all. I'm not required to kill you or attack you or anything. He figures we can just do it at our own leisure. I think since this is the first bit of action we've had in a few years, the Captains'll want to do it themselves. So, a Vice Captain like me really has no place interfering with what all of those Captains want."

OOC: Is it a short post? Yeah. I probably should've waited for more posts.

[Cupid Koikokoro]

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Cupid didn't even need to look around to see that he was surrounded by 12 shinigami. He had high enough energy sensory to be able to tell they were there without visual confirmation. It was an ambush. Though there was only 12 of them so it wasn't going to be impossible to escape from them. Cupid didn't sense that any of them would be of captain rank so he kept calm. "Surrender to the almighty wrath of war and beg for mercy!" Cupid said to them. They would most likely think he was threatening them and not casting a ginto. Cupid threw out a silver tube into the air, above his head. Instantly the silver tube formed into 50 orbs the size of pool balls. They scattered out amound the surrounding enemies crashing down onto them if they hadn't moved. The balls had enough force to tear through flesh like bullets so allowing them to be hit would be a sorry mistake. 4 balls flew at each shinigami and two shinigami were unfortunate enough to be stuck with the two left over balls flying at them too. Cupid took that chance to hyrenkyaku into the air.

Hyrenkyaku was an odd stepping technique. It provided particles for a quincy to stand on. This means it could also be used as a platform to keep the user airborne in places that there is no air ground. Cupid used it to travel at a highspeed in the air over the rooftops of the smaller buildings. He was headed for the center of Soul Society. However he wasn't going to use his Hyrenkyaku for long because he didn't want to drain his stamina early on so he would be unable to continue. If the shinigami attempted to follow Cupid then Cupid would repeat the incantation and throw the silver tube behind him causing the balls to fly in a mass at them this time since they would all be moving in the same direction. This would make it harder for the shinigami to dodge. His quincy cross taking in reiatsu to replenish the amounts he used up and to give him even more then he started with. His Hyrekyaku gave him a good amount of distance to get away from the shinigami. He didn't want to use a lot of his power and attract too much unwanted attention so doing a little number of attacks and retreating was going to be his best option. Cupid lowered himself to be inbetween the small buildings again so that if the shinigami tailed him they wouldn't be able to spot him so easily. He kept moving, making random turns but then turning back on course soon after so he didn't lose his sense of direction.

Remaining Reiatsu: 2400
-400 Bubbles of Calamity x2
-400 Constant Hyrenkyaku (one post)
+1600 Reiatsu intake through Quincy Cross

[Zou ۞]

The Shinigami were all knocked away or out by Cupid's attacks, and he managed to get away. Of course, this had been mere warm-up. Not a single one of those Shinigami that he'd encountered had even so much as held any kind of seated rank. It was entirely possible none of them could even release their Zanpakuto. What made this problematic was that it meant he'd been anticipated, and the weaklings had been sent as scouts to see his powers. Though he'd defeated them, it'd come at the cost of some of his strengths being learned. But then, in that case, who was watching him? Soon enough, he'd find out. But, in the meantime, his movements took him closest to the gigantic white tower known as the Senzaikyu, though he might need to stop and get information on the whereabouts within the tower of his adversary first.

But then, it appeared. With the blowing winds, for just the merest fraction of any single instant, less than a nanosecond, Cupid would see it. Some kind of figure. It was so short, such a glimpse, that it was like a split second hallucination. If he caught any glimpse of it at all, he'd assume it had been simply a quirk of his vision to color the air in front of him. But, if he'd had higher senses, marginally higher than he presently had, then he would have seen it for what it was. A humanoid form, red, with no face. No features except a grin. But, seeing as he couldn't process it quite so well, he'd miss it, and it would be nothing but a hallucination. Instead, as he continued onward, he'd notice that below him, there was a fight, if he cared to see what that was all about. It was between two Shinigami of this Gotei.

[Kaen Youji]

Kaen raised an eyebrow. Old man? That referred to either his captain, or the Captain Commander. But given that his comment included multiple captains, it was likely it was the latter. Although Kaen was still wary of Satsujun, he seemed to be relaxing, and more at ease. But something stood out to him. guys? Plural?[/color] Kaen hesitated a moment, before speaking. "Wait, wait, wait. You said "you guys"? There are more people here that aren't supposed to be, besides me?" He asked, sounding somewhat surprised.

Taking the Vice Captain up on his offer however (and perhaps trying to avoid having to duel such a prominent fighter), Kaen followed up with a second question. "Just so long as you seem to be in such a generous mood then, I don't suppose you could point me in the direction of the Senzaikyu?" Kaen asked, gathering up enough courage now to meet Roshu's eyes. It took him a bit to meet that man's gaze, but somehow he was pulling it off.

The Senzaikyu. That was where the squirrel thing had told Kaen he would find Omono Ganz. Kaen knew it like the back of his hands in his own time, but he was open to the chances that in 32,000 years, locations, structures and the like could change quite a lot. Kaen patiently awaited an answer to his questions, trying his best to fight the urge to break eye contact with Roshu. Was he picking a fight? No, but they say you could see one's true nature in their eyes, and this was something that Kaen was interested in seeing.

[Seikatsu Raito]

Oct 10, 2012 22:16:33 GMT -5 Seikatsu Raito said:

Raito stood there as the shaft of the spear easily blocked his blade. He couldn't imagine a seated officer being this strong. Shinigami in the olden times had to be much stronger. It took him a moment to realize this and it kept his smirk in place. This battle would be fun. He was expecting a very fast battle. Raito stood there simply smiling as his elbow missed, and he felt a blade on his back. He felt the blade retract and he turned around to face Masaki. "Kirie Masaki! You're fast! I would had love to have you as one of my seated officers! You must make your captain proud!" Raito replied.

The Vizard stood there as blood dripped to the floor. The blood that dripped to the floor was of black color. Was he really a demon? Maybe Masaki wouldn't even notice. Chi Akuryou's effect on blood applied to Raito also. Since he was the holder of the blade, it constantly attacked his body. Over time, he had grown immune to the blood's effect and it gave him immunity to many different toxins and abilities that poisoned his reiatsu or him directly. In return, his blood turned black and not of the same color as others. He wasn't named the Blood Demon for no reason.

Raito started to walk towards Masaki as he moved backwards. When he started to chant familiar words of a Kido he ran at full speed towards Masaki. By the time Masaki fired his Shakkaho, Raito was only a couple steps away from the Shinigami. He cut through the red ball, slicing it in half. It would disperse in opposite directions exploding away from him. The blade would then come toward Masaki ready to slice across his face. Raito knew from the beginning of the battle, he was stronger in reiatsu than his opponent. His energy sensory had nothing to do with it. It was his battle instincts and simple knowledge of being a higher rank than the seated officer. The simple slash to the face of Masaki was followed by a flurry of slashes. They differed in angles, and moved at fast angles. Each slash imbued his reiatsu strength, ready to cut Masaki.

Reiatsu: 2950/3000

[Zou ۞]

With Kaen's eyes meeting Roshu's, he'd find different eyes from the God of Murder. These were not eyes that were either cold or manipulating. Rather, they were eyes that belonged to an honest, caring individual. If he was a nice person, then how had he become who he was later? Would Kaen ever find out by being in the past? It wasn't certain. But, he might, through knowledge of people, be able to detect it even slightly in Roshu's eyes. There was still that slight spark of hatred. Of corruption. That slight spark of resentment. It was the eyes of one who planned to prove himself. The eyes that wanted revenge against someone or something. Despite the fact that he was kind, the seed of evil had been planted in him since the day he had become a Shinigami. However, he was still inherently good at that time. So then, it was a wonder what changed him.

Regardless, he smiled casually and ignored Kaen's first question, since it seemed Kaen had no idea that there were others. Instead, he just pointed in a direction different than what Kaen would have expected in his own time, indicating that indeed, the Senzaikyu was in a different area than in Kaen's day. Perhaps in between the two times, it was destroyed in some way, or moved. Regardless, Roshu pointed towards it. "If you go where I'm pointing for a few minutes, you'll see it begin to come into view. It's pretty tall and pretty white, so I don't really think that you can miss it. But if you do, feel free to ask one of the nearby Shinigami. I think they'll attack you, unlike me, but if you win you can interrogate them. Just careful not to run into any Captains. My eyes can see how strong you are. The Captains will crush you if you run into them. For your own sake, be especially weary of the Captains of Squad 8 and 13."

Meanwhile, over at Raito, Masaki was spinning his spear around and using it to guard against Raito's attacks. He deflected each and every stab and slash with his superior speed, but it became apparent that if the fight continued too much, he could tire. Yes, of course. He had not had nearly the battle exposure that Raito had. It was only natural for him to be able to tire! Still, what was impressive was his skill, and his ability to defend against Raito's attacks. His spear's durability was remarkable. All of those hits, and not a scratch on it. He'd gotten a slight tip across Raito's back earlier, drawing blood. Likewise, Raito had gotten that shoulder slash earlier. So the fight had seen a small share of blood. This was a fight that might just gain some respect.

Masaki grinned at the last part of Raito's words, ignoring the first parts, which he deemed insane. "My Captain trains us all personally! My skill is unrivaled by any other fifth seat in all of the Gotei!" This was of course mere bragging. Whether or not he was the strongest fifth seat would never quite be certain. but, as he guarded against one of Raito's next slashes, he might a slight slip up. Or, perhaps, it was a negotiation. He let Raito's blade slip across his spear, which he stabbed towards Raito. The goal of this attack was simple. Stab Raito in the face. Raito's blade would also be left coming at Masaki's face. Masaki managed to move his face, of course. In this case, mutual injuries seemed to be coming. He missed by a hair, so that if it hit, his spear would simply make a small blood cut across Raito's cheek. Likewise, Raito would get a cut across Masaki's if he allowed his own cheek to be hit.

Given that he'd taken the back injury and nothing had yet happened, Masaki had no form of poison or anything like that. Or, if he did, Raito had an immunity. Regardless, Masaki backed off after this last part of the exchange, putting distance between himself and Raito. He was panting. Yes, he was beginning to wear down and get tired. The fight had been intense so far. A good warm up, given that Raito, as the strongest to arrive within the Ryoka group, would most likely soon find himself matched up with a far more powerful enemy. Masaki spoke then. "You're not bad yourself..." he said. "I'm not going to stop fighting you, but I'm not stupid. I can tell when I'm outmatched. You're damn strong. I don't know who you are, but be proud of it until your dying moment."

Masaki's Remaining Reiatsu: 1200 Reiatsu

Shikai: 3/10

[Seikatsu Raito]

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Seikatsu Raito exchanged the slash towards the face. He liked the constant exchange in battle by the two. He didn't mind taking a couple of hits, and they both cut each other's face slightly. The black liquid of Raito's blood dripped from his face. From his right cheek, a small cut was formed and blood slightly dripped from his face. Raito looked at Masaki as he blocked his next continous attacks. It seemed Kirie Masaki wasn't a weak opponent, being able to keep up with a former Captain. Sure, Raito hadn't released any of his powers and was fighting at his minimum power, but that still meant something for a seated officer to keep up with him. There were probably some seated officers in Seireitei as of now that couldn't do what he was doing.

The Vizard's smirk faltered for a moment, showing an emotionless face as he looked at Masaki. It seemed Raito was either angry, or sad. Which wasn't likely of either of the two, because Raito's anger was rarely shown and even when showed it wasn't obvious. Raito was disappointed in actuality. He didn't like the fact Masaki was already tiring, he was enjoying fighting the seated officer. Sure he wasn't a challenge, but it gave him a lot of good memories of his squad. One could say he had turned his back on them, but he was too proud to give in to Soul Society and what they would want with him if they found out his Hollow side. "Kirie Masaki, never acknowledge your enemy and give them the mental advantage they need, even if you won't give up! Never show weakness, even if you are tired, fight like you just began! Even when you're bleeding from all pores, fight like your body never took those damages! This is what I taught all my squad members as the destruction squad captain!"

"I've been proud of who I am, since the beginning of my birth! I will let you know some things though, you might not believe this, but I am not from your time. I was a captain in the future, 32,000 years ago or so. I don't know how I got here, but in order for me to return back home, I need to defeat you and move on to the Senzaikyu," Raito said, as he quickly dashed forward slashing at his opponent again. He knew Masaki was tired and would slip up sooner or later. First there was a slash horizontally, attempting to rip open his stomach. The next slashes from his blade were quick and maneuvered in a complicated manner. The blades were attacked in a manner, so his spear would have to block his blade in a vertical position. His blade met the spear, so it would create a shape similar to a cross. Raito then slid his blade forward attempting to stab him quickly. Then the blade was brought down as quick as it came, attempting to slash one of his hands holding the spear. His swordsmanship was taking a higher complexity now, and Masaki would have a difficult time keeping up. It would take a master of swordsmanship to be able to see what was coming at him.

[Reiatsu: 2950/3000]

[Shade Kawada]

Ousama sat between Tsuyoi Kuchiki and Ibuki Nishoko. His eyes were closed, but his ears were open and he focused intently on the Captain Commander’s words. “Our meeting will now begin,” said Kinwashi as he explained the situation to the captains that were gathered, “Five Ryoka have arrived in our beautiful Gotei Thirteen. In this great society we worked so hard to build. And now, they threaten to undermine our sacred law with their chaos.” The eighth squad captain shifted slightly, opening his blind eyes a bit as if peering at the Captain Commander. Ousama could sense all of the Ryoka at that very moment, and he could tell that even if all of them fought together that they would not be able to lay a scratch on him.

“Just kidding,” continued Kinwashi after a sudden fit of laughter, “They’re nothing but a joke. Relax, don’t worry. Nothing bad will come of these Ryoka. Take care of them whenever you see fit. They are no match for any of you. Meeting adjourned.” Ousama closed his eyes, unamused yet unsurprised at the Captain Commander’s joke. Ousama could feel the limit of all the ryoka’s power, and he remained unimpressed. They would be slaughtered as soon as a captain found them. Though there was one thing that the 8th squad captain was concerned about. If he didn’t get to one of the ryoka first, he would possibly miss out on being able to kill one. This was an unacceptable outcome, and to prevent it from happening Ousama developed a scheme.

“Tatsujin-san...” grunted Ousama as he wheeled himself towards the captain of Squad 9. Ousama knew that Ko did not possess the most tuned energy sensory and of all the captains he was most likely rush out and kill one of the ryoka before Ousama could even get to them. Because of this, the blind and crippled captain connived to give his comrade false information. “If I let you kill the weaker ones, will you leave the strongest one in that direction to me?” said Ousama pointing in a direction where not a single ryoka was. Hopefully Ko would simply take Ousama’s information for fact and try and go fight the strongest one immediately, taking him out of the equation.

Right now it was merely a race between Ousama and the other captains to see which of them would run into the intruders first. The captain of squad 8 was eager to slaughter anyone he came across. It didn’t matter if it was friend or foe. As long as the captain could wet his blade in someone’s blood, then he would be satisfied. Sure enough, Ko smirked before opening his mouth to speak. “Thanks for the info, dumbass!” he said before speeding off in the complete opposite direction of any ryoka. “Simple-minded fool...” muttered Ousama as he wheeled himself in the direction of one of the five ryoka, “If not for the Captain Commander, I would have murdered you long ago.” The captain’s eyes narrowed as he wheeled slowly through Soul Society. He was going to kill someone no matter what. Whether the person who he killed was friend or foe ultimately depended on if he got to a ryoka in time.

[Zou ۞]

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Masaki was able to guard against a few slashes. At the very least, he was able to guard against the worst of them. The ones that would kill him. His spear came up into a spin for one particular stabbing motion, deflecting the sword, but not very well. It still managed past Masaki's guard. Was this an error that Raito had been waiting on? This could well be the error. The slip-up that cost Masaki the battle. He'd been tiring, trying to keep up with a Captain level foe with that expertise in sword play. And of course, it took a master swordsman to stop those blows. Masaki didn't even have the skill to block them all without slipping up. It was only expected that he should make a mistake. However, this one, Raito would find, was not an error at all.

The blade pierced into Masaki's chest, in the dead center. It missed Masaki's heart by a couple of inches, and pierced him clean through the back. His chest was pierced, and blood began to leak out to stain his clothes. However, as this happened, he too shoved his spear straight towards Raito's stomach. He was intending to jam it into Raito's solar plexus! Being punched in that area was one thing, but being stabbed was another. This was his first maneuver. Raito would find another thing. His sword was buried up to the hilt in Masaki. By matter of fact, he couldn't get it out! It was stuck! He wouldn't be able to use his blade to guard. And Masaki was gripping Raito's wrist with his superior strength, so that Raito couldn't escape. One hand was gripping Raito's free wrist, having latched out and caught it earlier during the stab.

If Raito tried to escape, he couldn't. But, to defend against the incoming spear was to let go of his sword and lose it. Masaki probably couldn't continue fighting for much longer after taking a wound like that, but he was going for the killing blow anyways! And he was fast. Very very fast. At that close distance, within that proximity, it would be very difficult for Raito to escape that conflict without damage. Masaki had planned it well. And he spoke then, too, regardless of the result. He coughed out blood with the end of the final exchange. "Whether or not I believe you, it's a good philosophy..." he murmured. "But here's another one. Lowering your opponent's guard can give you the opening to take them out...."

Meanwhile. . .

"That sure was mean of ya, Zansatsu." a voice exclaimed towards Ousama Zansatsu. Sitting atop a roof as he moved, there was a figure he'd recognize. Not by sight, given that he was blind. Nor was it a figure he could join by leaping up or walking. Because he couldn't walk. Rather, he would recognize the figure simply by the feel of the reiatsu, and by the voice too. It was a female voice, befitting a woman who was young in appearance. The years had not aged her a day, and had treated her kindly. With a lusted after figure that men could only dream of and drool for, and with wavy white hair that dropped to her butt, she was a fire with icy blue eyes and pale skin like the moon. The Captain of Squad 13, Asa Luuryak.

If one were to consider the power levels of all the Captains, then the one that Ousama Zansatsu had just had conversation with, Ko Tatsujin, was in the top tier. He was within the strongest six of the Captains. However, taking that same level of strength, Zansatsu was placed only second of all the Captains. The one who sat there observing him at that moment, Asa Luuryak, was the undisputed strongest Captain in the Gotei Thirteen, excluding the Captain Commander. Stronger than any of the other Captains by far. Every single one of them knew it for a fact. How was she so strong? Her Zanpakuto was the only one in all of Soul Society that could level the whole of the Seireitei with simply Shikai. This was why she was the most powerful.

She didn't bother getting close to him, only spoke. "But thanks for helping out! I'm glad you did. I directed our fellow Captain there to who I deemed the most average in the Ryoka group. I already have my fun laid out for me. If you promise to stay away from the weaker ones like you agreed with him, I'll give you the strongest. You can sense for him, but as you know my ability has allowed me to already find him. You'll find him passing the Squad 6 barracks shortly, having come from Squad 3. He refers to himself as the Blood Demon, Sekaitsu Raito. But, of course, you have a race to run. Squad 1's Vice Captain dibbed him too. He wanted to wait until Raito warms up a bit, and then go arrest him. If you want him, better be quick."

And suddenly, she was gone.

[Kaen Youji]

Those eyes surprised Kaen alright. Not at all the eyes of a killer. They were good eyes. Eyes that were full of fire, and... dare he think it? Ambition. Maybe it was that ambition that would see Satsujun become the devil he was fated to become. Who knows? Kaen was not here to consider the threads of fate. He had a job to do, as much as he was loathe to do it. He had to get moving. He gave a short bow to Roshu Kensai. "Thanks for the directions. I suppose you'll be going and reporting this to your captain now?" He asked. It seemed like it'd be the "right" thing to do afterall. You meet an intruder (unwitting or not), you report it to the higher authorities. Not something Kaen himself would have done, but then, in Kaen's situation he'd likely have tried to turn the intruder back.

"We'll have to meet again sometime, Vice Captain. Another time, another place. You're a very interesting one, that's for sure. Well. I'm afraid I gotta get going. Places to be, and people to meet and all. 'Till we meet again." With that Kaen headed off in the direction that Roshu had directed him.

Although it did not seem in character of the man Kaen had spoken with he did not discount the prospect of an attack from behind as he tried to depart from the vice Captain's company. His ears were open to the prospect of such a move. But he doubted Roshu would impede his progress. Those eyes were not the eyes of a man that would break his word so easily. He may well seek to impede the future third seat's progress in other ways, but Kaen did not foresee Roshu Kensai personally obstructing his goals. And for that he was thankful. He didn't fancy his chances at all in a fight with that man. And as he thought that, another thought crossed his mind.

What kind of monsters must the captains here be?][/color]

[Zou ۞]

OOC: I'm going to let anyone else that wants to post right now.