The Recruitment Has Began!

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Thread Title: The Recruitment Has Began!
Participants: Kaze vs Asmoskon
World: Human World
Death Setting: Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: A massive tower in Tokyo. The two of them are located on the roof over 158 stories off the ground.
Special Conditions: N/A
Circumstances: Kaze is out during the middle of the night having fun when he finds himself atop of a roof that has another individual on it. From that point on things get interesting.

[Jikken Kaze]

"Hehehehehee, yes.... YES! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" Came the deranged laughter from a certain mod soul. While normally the artificial being was composed enough to NOT laugh maniacally, he figured that right now was a special situation. That situation being him, the genius that he is, having climbed the tallest building that he could find, and was now nearly sixteen thousand feet in the air, currently looking down.

Kaze is a special case. He's a thrill seeker, someone who wants to feel their heart race a mile a minute. For him, feeling the wind blowing against him is exactly the way to do that. The reason he was on top of this giant building you ask? He plans to jump off of it. Another problem with Kaze would be that, he feels that his armor makes him invincible. And why wouldn't he? The mod soul has only met one person that could break through his armor, and he felt that was an extreme rarity.

So, his plan, as simple as it is, was to jump off the building in his gigai body, and glide through the city with his armor from the moment he saw the building. Immediately after, he used his armor to scale the side of the building, completely ignoring the repercussions of said action, with him cutting through every window pane on his way up. He was too caught up, wanting to get up as soon as possible, ignoring anyone who might be watching.

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Strength - [50]
Speed - [200] Points
Spiritual Pressure - [100] Points (+ 25%=125)
Reiatsu Strength - [400] Points (+25%=500)
Light Aura - [50] Points
Dark Aura - [50] Points
Instinct - [100] Points (-25%=75}
Senses [100] Points (-25%=75}
Energy sensory - [0] Points
Healing Expertise - [0] Points]
Total SP: [950] Points]


[Hot/Cold Tolerance] {1}
[Anti-Stealth] {1}
[Pain Tolerance] {1}
[Street Fighting] {1}
[Strength of Will] {1}
[Lack of Fear] {1}
[Learning] {1}

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon was beginning the next stage of his plans it was time that he began gathering more followers. His sanity once again reclaimed meant that everything was once again possible for him. Right now was one of the first nights that Asmoskon wasn’t engaged with Hotaru once again. It had only been about a week since the two of them worked things out and resumed the relationship that seemed to define so much of them both. So right now was one of the first times that the two had actually broken away from one another.

He could already tell he was in a rather irritated and saddened mood just off the fact that Hotaru was no longer right by him. He had been in the same apartment as her over the last few days. All they had done over those days was talk to one another, eat with each other, and sleep together to the point that sleep was impossible to fight off. Asmoskon after all of his suffering and despair had now reclaimed the light and was ready to go ahead with the plans he had set about a month ago.

Asmoskon’s ultimate goal was to bring down the Vandenreich that much anyone who knew him would know easily. However, he wasn’t head strong or ignorant enough to believe that even he held the power to defeat the thousands of tainted Quincy. Even if he could defeat the armies of blind followers on his own he knew that the Stern Ritter would be after him. He had heard of them and knew that they would be a force that would most likely be sent after him sooner or later.

He needed allies and followers as well. Yet not the same type as the Vandenreich. Asmoskon held no promise in the aspect of gaining blind followers that believed him to be a god when in truth even he knew he was only slightly above the average spiritual entity. He had an apprentice already that he could trust and he knew now that his sanity was back he’d be able to aid her in acquiring her hidden potential. She would definitely be an incredible warrior that would aid in close combat most something Asmoskon in truth lacked even with his talents as a swordsman.

Right now though he was walking on the street of the city until he heard something off in the distance that sounded like screaming. Asmoskon still even after reclaiming Hotaru wasn’t the same as he had been prior to everything horrible that happened to him and he even would be again. Yet the sound of someone screaming now did grab his attention. Asmoskon could tell it was rather far away and so he decided it best to gain some height and look out across the city.

It was a grand thing to walk over the air like a surface something that Asmoskon thought one of the most useful skills that he as a Quincy possessed. It took him about five full minutes of constantly jumping from one air ground to the next to reach the height of the tallest building. Once there Asmoskon could tell that he needed to begin working out his physical body at least slightly more. He was breathing quite heavily and then after a bit calmed himself.

It was then that he heard something again it was the same tone of voice that the screaming he heard held. Asmoskon’s acute hearing was allowing him to pick up the individuals vocals. He could hear the sound of glass breaking and then after a moment his hearing allowed him to lock on and locate the direction that the sound was coming from. “He’s climbing up the side of the building.” Asmoskon turned around and just as he did the boy of the man climbed over the side onto the roof.

It was only a moment, but as he got on the roof Asmoskon could see something was up with the air around the man. He couldn’t really make out much about the appearance of the man other then the blonde hair that was slightly visible. Asmoskon knew that this individual held some type of ability yet what it was he was unsure. He thought over all of the different foes he had faced and none of them displayed something quite like that. “Well now if you do things like that you’re going to injury others or eventually make a mistake.” Asmoskon spoke as he began to walk towards the man stopping about ten feet away with his hands in his coat pockets.

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Strength ❖ 100-50%=50
Speed ❖ 350
Spiritual Pressure ❖ 100
Reiatsu Strength ❖ 300x2=600
Light Aura ❖ 80
Dark Aura ❖ 20
Instinct ❖ 200
Senses ❖ 150
Energy sensory ❖ 0
Healing Expertise ❖ 0

•[Weapons: Archery] [4]
•[Weapons: Swords] [2]
•[Acrobatics] [3]
•[Battle Analysis] [3]
•[Battle Focus] [2]
•[Focused Eye] [2]
•[Sex] [2]

[Jikken Kaze]

The young mod soul blinked in one part surprise, and one part embarrassment. He really hadn't been expecting anyone else to be here. Making sure he wasn't just hearing something, he turned around to face the who man interrupted him. His appearance was odd, to say the least, not that it phased Kaze much. Dressed in a black trench coat, with tattoos across his arms and an eye patch on his face, the man gave off a very strange appearance indeed.

Due to said appearance, this immediately reminded the mod soul of something he saw on the giant tv room he sneaked into. "OH NO, THE PIRATES ARE TAKING OVER!" He yelled out in a panicked rush, holding his head in worry. "If we let them live, they'll have control over the sea AND THE SKY'S!" A more guttural sounding voice came from the mod soul, while looking to his left, followed by a horrified gasp from himself.

"NO, THE SKY'S ARE MINE!" He proclaimed, looking fiercely determined, casting away his cloak, revealing a mostly naked man, covered in scars. "Listen here, pirate shinigami!" He told the Quincy, striking a dramatic anime pose, pointing at the man. "Your rein of tyranny shall come to an end! Because I'm gonna end it!" He proclaimed, getting the situation completely wrong again.

Before the Quincy could correct the mod soul, an unnatural wind started to pick up around the worked up mod soul. It started as a strong gust of wind, before Kaze practically exploded, completely hiding his physical presence. His spiritual presence on the other hand... Anyone with the ability to sense energy would be able to be able to tell where he was. His aura, currently, was like a bright flare being shot into the sky, and it never going out.

That was one of the problems with his wind armor; no matter what level he uses, prolonged usage of this skill would inevitably draw in hollows. This however, did not bother Kaze much. At all. Mainly because he wasn't aware of such an effect occurring, and wouldn't care even if he was. All that mattered to him right now, was that this pirate was at an extreme disadvantage against him, for one reason.

With the excessive amount of wind rolling off the mod soul slowing down, Kaze was finally visible... for the most part anyway. While the wind had slowed down, it hadn't stopped. It covered the soul like a suite of armor, covering him from head to toe, causing the fake soul to look like a walking tornado. You could barely make out his features. It would be like a human shaped blob.

"Victory shall be mine, for I am a NINJA! A pirate's fatal weakness!" Not wasting any more time, the man charged forward, letting the wind of his armor move him forward, grinding into the rooftop at 300 speed. While normally, he would be unable to move at this speed, his armor was augmenting his speed, allowing him to do so with great ease. On top of that, the wind surrounding him could block any attack, so long as it was under 700 rs.

The mod soul didn't attack like a normal fighter would. Basically letting his aura do all the work for him, he simply charged forward with his arm still outstretched in the same pose he was in when he activated it moments ago. In spite of the fact that he really didn't need to attack with his arms or legs, he still kept his arm forward, like it was a sword trying to slay an enemy. Which it was, more or less. Which is exactly what would happen if the Quincy didn't move.

Wind armor duration- 1-7
Remaining Reiatsu- 950-1250
Speed increased 50%, at 300 speed

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

As the young Quincy spoke he watched the reaction of this reckless individual. It seemed that his sudden speech had startled or at least caught him off guard. It made perfect sense most people wouldn’t have expected someone to be on the top of a roof waiting for them. Asmoskon wasn’t most people though and right now based on what he had seen he was interested in speaking to this man. Asmoskon knew that he would need to increase the numbers in Xcution’s military if he was going to be successful in leading them against the Vandenreich.

Then the man began to speak and Asmoskon wasn’t quite sure if he could actually deal with the man’s out bursting personality. He was rather loud and seemed to be somewhat crazy. He was going on about pirates. It had actually taken Asmoskon a moment to realize what he was going on about and when he came to the correct conclusion a slight scale spread across his face. The man was referring to him as a pirate due to his eye patch.

“God what is this man some sort of over grown child?” Asmoskon listened and could hear the slight alteration in the voice that the man spoke with and started to wonder if the man was truly insane. It was one thing to assume that he was a pirate just because he had an eye patch, but then the man began to ramble on about Asmoskon taking over the skies. He grew angry and Asmoskon wasn’t even sure what the cause was right now.

As the man stated that Asmoskon’s rein of tyranny was over the young Quincy could tell that although he hadn’t planned on fighting against this man it didn’t look like he had any type of choice. In the next few moments Asmoskon could feel the wind shifting and moving towards the man. This was the beginning of some type of ability that much was for certain. Asmoskon’s left eye was watching carefully and could see the clothing of the man shifting which confirmed his assumption of the wind moving to him.

In the next moment the wind suddenly burst outwards making Asmoskon blink for a moment due to the slightly surprise. He hadn’t faced off against wind type ability in quite awhile so his knowledge of the possibilities was limited. What he saw though confirmed what the ability that this man possessed was mainly defensive in nature. It was difficult to make out his features now all because the wind had taken on a grayish color and was moving at speeds that hide his body.

In all reality it seemed that Asmoskon was going to have to deal with a tornado. While all of this occurred though the scale that had been on his face vanished replaced by a slight grin. If this was the power of the man then he might just be a grand addition to Asmoskon’s military. He watched the wind spiral around the man and from that he assumed that the wind was meant to reflect attacks that were weaker then the reiatsu that made it up.

How effective the wind was though was something that Asmoskon wouldn’t be able to tell right away even with his mastery battle analysis. He would have to test the abilities of this man while at the same time evaluating his actual sanity. Even if this man was strong enough in the defensive aspect he wouldn’t be of much help in collective combat if he couldn’t keep from injuring allies like a maniac.

The man was in a dumb pose and now was screaming once again. Asmoskon knew that something was off about him just the reasons were not in his knowledge. As the man rushed him Asmoskon could both hear and see the rooftop being carved up by the wind around the man. “So it’s a constant offense as well as a defense.” Instantly the small pitch black bow manifested in the left hand of the Quincy only a moment after the man began to move.

Asmoskon watched for a fraction of a second and evaluated the speed at which this man was actually moving. He wasn’t slow in fact he was moving at a speed that most of the high powered foes he had fought were capable of. Asmoskon thought for a moment and came to the conclusion that he had only just recently developed his speed to a point beyond that of what the man was currently moving. The only problem would be if this man could move faster then what he was at the moment.

So right then and there Asmoskon raised the bow and held it horizontally. He had just enough time to take the shot and when he did release the crimson arrow from the cage of captivity he watched as it was reflected off the wind just as he had predicted. In the next moment just as the man would reach him and nearly strike through his chest with his hand Asmoskon would vanish from sight. He had resorted to using his standard step technique in order to get away.

“Well the defense is strong enough; I’d rather have him display the offensive power on something other then myself though.” Asmoskon was about fifteen feet away towards the left of where he had been. He took it that the wind was about to reflect attacks of reiatsu however he was going to test both the offensive aspect of it and the degree of defense the wind actually had. Pulling back the bowstring once again Asmoskon channels his reiatsu.

It only took a fraction of a moment and then another crimson arrow was fired off towards the man. This one though was different. It didn’t have a sharpened head no it was blunt and it was moving far faster then the first one had been. The man if he paid attention enough might be able to see it coming, but that would just be another test for now. Asmoskon was wondering how he would react to the arrow turning into the wide reiatsu net that would manifest only a foot or so from him that would ultimately restrain his body.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1270/1000
Quincy Cross: +500
Schlinge Schuss: -100
Hirenkyaku: -50
2 Class 4 Arrows: -80

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Technique Name: Schlinge Schuss

Class: 5

Technique Type: Human World Dweller

Usable By: Quincy

Technique Element: N/A

Technique Description and Effects: This technique takes on the appearance of an Reiatsu arrow that has a blunt head with lining engraving on the head. Once fired off the arrow can be activated by the caster snapping their fingers. This will cause the arrow to break apart into a large Reiatsu net. The net is ten feet squared. The second option is that the arrow makes contact with a target. Once this has occurred the arrows transfers itself into long thick Reiatsu chains that wrap around the target binding them in place. The truth of the technique is that the arrow is a morphed version of the standard arrow. This also allows for the technique to be utilized through bow releases with slightly differ appearance to the arrows in use. (Bullets become completely blunt tipped) This basically grants a single arrow an additional effect.

How to use technique: Concentrate the Reiatsu into the arrow as norm. Then once fired either snap one’s fingers to activate or upon contact the technique will self activate.

Technique Drawbacks: This technique can only be done once every three posts. Once activated the technique stays stable for a total of two posts until failing. The net of the technique can be broken if the opponent attacks with an offensive stat greater than the user's Reiatsu Strength.

[Jikken Kaze]

Unsurprisingly, the man had managed to get out of the way of his charge. Just about everyone he had ever fought had, so nothing new there. What was both new and old however, was the fact that this guy had managed in the time he took to dodge, had managed to create a bow and fire off an arrow right at the mod soul's gigai. Not that it did much good, as the moment the arrow came in contact with his armor, it tore through the projectile like a noodle going into a blender that was set to its 'kill everything' setting.

This got a chuckle from the energetic soul. It was hard not feel indestructible, invincible even, when nothing could hurt you, let alone scratch you. Here he was, standing atop this giant building, clad in only some ragged shorts and his armor, and next to nothing he knew of could even touch him. It was like a rush of adrenalin every time he got into a fight; because he knew, he knew, that whatever stood in his way, he was just going to walk right through it. Be it attacks of defenses, nothing would stop him.

So ironically enough, when the Quincy shot another arrow at him, he thought that it, like the last one, was simply grind to dust against his armor. Instead, the arrow burst into separate pieces, and landed around him. And did he mention that there was a net? "Neat move, but it'll take more than that to stop me!" The net that shredded into nothing when it came into contact with the aura armor, just like everything else, with Kaze just continuing forward unhindered.

He looked towards where the second arrow had come from, and saw the pirate standing over ten feet away from where Kaze was, but it was probably more, since he wasn't exactly the best with judging distances. So, seeing as the last few attacks didn't work, the mod soul charged at the younger an once again, all the while pondering something; should he try to end the fight quickly, or draw it out. Kaze was almost positive that if he used his movement ability to just slam into the bow wielding pirate, the fight would be over instantly.

The annoying voice that the shinigami put in his head vigorously agreed with that plan, but he himself didn't. He was beyond sure that doing something like that would kill him, and he didn't want the man dead. Sure, he was fighting him, but once you're dead, you can't fight again. Sure, the mod soul wouldn't hesitate to pull something like that against someone trying to kill HIM dead, but this man wasn't trying to kill him. All the evidence he needed was from the fact that he already had a chance to do so, but didn't.

So, still assuming things, he believed that this was just another fun sparing match, not aware of the danger that this man before him could become. So he continued, and was half way towards him, his armor still swirling around him, cutting through the air and rooftop alike with the wind. "This isn't gonna be fun is you just keep shooting those sticks at me! How about you fight me for real!" He taunted slightly. He preferred fighting up close, because he doesn't have much in the way of distance attacks.

Despite not having to actually do much in the way of moving his body, or maybe in spite of it, just charging gets real old, real fast, unless this guy could throw out huge energy attacks like his siblings could. 'Those fights were awesome.' He thought to himself, becoming slightly distracted from the 'copy and paste' battle, seeing as all of his fights ended the same way recently. 'Maybe I could get this one go differently.' The man thought to himself, stopping five feet away from the Quincy.

He just stood there, in protest of his inner blood lust. "I really hope that wasn't your best shot, cause if it was, could we just skip the whole fight thing? I kinda wanted to get some air time before the end of the night." He told the man, flat out asking if he could be a challenge to the soul. He tended to get a tad cocky at times, and sadly, this was one of those times. "Come on, hit be with the best you've got." He challenged, waiting for his response.

Wind armor duration- 2-7
Remaining Reiatsu- 950-1250
Speed increased 50%, at 300 speed

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Firing off the blunt tipped arrow Asmoskon watched it soar through the space of air between him and this somewhat crazy man. Asmoskon was still assessing whether or not this person had the mental capacity to actually be trusted. His ability which Asmoskon had analyzed to be purely wind based in element and nature was something that was definitely useful and could make a great addition to the military. The fact that the armor so far had been able to destroy his arrow meant that this man wouldn’t be a push over by the Vandenreich even if he was outnumbered.

Now his arrow was reaching the man and it split into the reiatsu net. Asmoskon was simply testing another aspect of this armor to see if it perhaps only effected things that struck out in an aggressive manner. It was a rather unusual thought for a weakness to such an ability yet Asmoskon had seen much weirder things and thought perhaps it was worth seeing. Just as he suspected and what was common belief the reiatsu of the net was torn apart just as his prior arrow had been. “So that’s not a weakness no matter moving on.”

The chuckling of the man was something that caused Asmoskon to get far more serious due to the actual irritation that he felt towards such an action. This man didn’t know what Asmsokon was capable of or that he wasn’t actually trying to kill him. If he so wished to test the limits of this man’s wind ability then fine he would skip through all of the trivial ideas on weakness. The man was charging again and Asmoskon holding his short bow horizontally in front of him simply pulled back the bow string with his right hand.

The man wouldn’t be able to tell due to the fact that nothing physically changed whatsoever. Yet Asmoskon was actually increasing the power of this arrow that he was channeling. The piercing weapon of crimson was now held between his index and middle fingers on the spine of the pitch black short bow. It was imprisoned from birth just like every arrow a Quincy ever created yet just as every arrow was born a prisoner it would die in freedom. Asmoskon had utilized the Sanrei Glove and now his Reiatsu Strength was far higher then what it had been only a few moments before.

So the man wished for Asmoskon to fight him for real. Well if that was what he wanted it seemed he was about to get it for Asmoskon was confident that even with his wind armor he wouldn’t be able to reflect the arrows fired off now. The man was only a few feet away and Asmoskon was actually getting into a dangerous spot if he managed to miss. The man was moving in a straight line though and was incredibly predictable. Asmoskon wasn’t sure if this man was even trying, but from this display he only had power yet no knowledge of combat.

The man was nearly right there and ready to attack when Asmoskon suddenly was a few feet away in midair executing a backflip. The young Quincy had his back towards the man as he flipped and was going to trying show him the power of the perfect archer. This man wished for a true challenge well here it was. As Asmoskon was in mid flip and his bow would no longer be in sight the arrow was released from its prison. Asmoskon had fired it off at the rooftop yet why that would only make the arrow strike into the rooftop wouldn’t it.

That’s what pretty much everyone that could think would assume however as the arrow hit against the ties of the roof it somehow bounced off the tie at an angle. That angle had been perfect for now the arrow was moving up from the tie right at the stomach of the man. The distance between him and Asmoskon had been so small that there was next to no time for him to even react. On top of that the man wouldn’t have been able to see the arrow be fired off due to Asmoskon’s own body hiding that bit of information.

Right now it seemed that this man was going to need to figure out what to do. He most likely would believe his armor to be strong enough to simple shred the arrow apart like it had the last two yet Asmoskon was sure that his armor wouldn’t be enough now. Relying on one ability and one method of combat was something only a fool would do for once it was figured out success was next to impossible. Asmoskon still needed to evaluate this man and that’s what he was doing right now. He needed to find out just how intelligent this man was or if he was just illogical and crazy.

{OCC: The Sanrei Glove costs 200 reiatsu per post I use it. When it's used though my Reiatsu Strength goes up by 50%. So the arrow that was fired in this post has a Reiatsu Strength of 900.}

Remaining Reiatsu: 1520/1000
Quincy Cross: +500
Sanrei Glove: -200
Class 3 Arrow: -50

[Jikken Kaze]

Kaze was not a patient man. He wasn't the type to simply wait around for something. If this was the plan of the shinigami who created him, or just his true self coming to life was beyond the mod soul, and this was completely okay with him. He didn't need to, or want to know something as mundane as the thoughts of others. All that history could stay in books, because he didn't want to be in the past; Kaze lived in the now, and the now meant there was no time for waiting.

Another reason for the mod soul to never wait in one spot for too long, was that his armor always ate through the ground he stood on. Sadly, Kaze forgot this, and was caught off guard when he fell through the rooftop, almost catching the arrow with his face. Kaze's face went from bored, to, shockingly panicked, really, really quickly. "AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, NOT AGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!" The forgetful soul screamed, with this not being the first time this has happened with his nightly roof hopping.

The first three floors were passed with no action to improve his position, only starting to try and land on his feet at the seventh. Finally, he managed to nearly stop his fall at the twelfth floor, only to fall through it by landing too hard, stopping after floor thirteen. Now, according to the building, he was on floor one hundred forty five. Shaking his head a few times, trying to get the blood back to his head from the unexpected fall, a few people knew he needed all that he could get up there.

Quickly moving to the side, preventing a similar incident from happening, if the three inch crater where he once was standing had anything to say about it. "Riiiiight, I can't fly with this armor. Woops. Need to work on that. Need to get my wings back...." The young looking man mumbled to himself, as he slowly glided towards the nearest wall, with the intentions to return to the fight. Kaze reached the wall after a few seconds, and began to talk to himself again.

"Haven't tried this outside of my toy body, but I don't see why this won't work." He said under his breath, walking into the wall. His armor met the wall with a dull screech, which either went unnoticed by the mod soul, or was simply ignored due to how long he's had the ability. The wall didn't just move out of the way, oh no. When the wind met it, chunks of paint and plaster were thrown aside in tiny pieces, until a Kaze size hole was made, letting said man meet with the cool open air.

Deactivating his armor for a moment, he grabbed the edge of the hole, spun on his foot, and essentially hugged the outside of the building. Letting his aura flare back to life, it instantly began eating away at the building he was against. Kaze didn't give it a chance to get very far, as he willed the armor to glide him upwards, along the side of the tall building. "Going up." He said absently as he tore into the concrete side, heading for the roof. If he hadn't had his powers for as long as he did, he might have marveled at how many different uses he had for his defensive power.

After a minute of grinding his face against a cement wall which, considering he wasn't actually touching it, didn't bother him in the least. After significantly damaging the wall, and reaching his destination, he climbed to his feet at the top of the building. "They don't make 'em like they used to." Kaze said to himself, dusting himself off, causing a shrill screeching noise where the two parts of the armor met. "I'm sorry, were you doing something? I kinda missed it." The mod soul scratched the back of his head, hovering forward slowly, trying not to fall through again.


Wind armor duration- 3-7
Remaining Reiatsu- 950-1250
Speed increased 50%, at 300 speed

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon heard the sound of his arrow bouncing off the surface of the roof tile and knew by his shot that it would angle towards the chest of this man. As his body continued to flip though he heard the sound of his arrow soaring through the air and then a crack. It wasn't so much a crack as a series of them and then a burst. Asmoskon's body was now nearly done with his flip and his left eye picked up the hole in the roof. "The fool fell through the fucking roof!" Asmoskon sneered at this fact. How was he suppose to recruit this man and actually believe that he could be an asset when it was apparent that he couldn't even truly protect himself from how dimwitted his mind is.

Asmoskon heard the screams of the man as he fell additional floors of the building. He stood there thinking over everything as the sounds of the man falling continued. "His ability is perfect to fight against long range foes like the Vandenreich. Yet the way that he thinks is that of a child. It's like he has no strategy or knowledge of how combat has to work in order to be victories. Is he worth enlisting?" Asmoskon pondered over his thoughts out loud as he listened. The falling had stopped and the man was moving yet it was at the edge of his sense of hearing and Asmoskon couldn't tell what was going on or going to happen.

It only took a few more moments though and then Asmoskon could tell what was actually happening. The man's powers continued to be a display of potential gain that would aid in the elimination of the Vandenreich yet his personal recklessness was one that Asmoskon knew could lead to his death or the danger of others more then likely. Asmoskon could hear the glass of the windows being shattered and then the sound of the cement being grinded apart by the strength of this man's wind armor. The fact that the sound was getting closer meant that he was actually moving up the side of the building. Asmoskon turned in the direction and starred at the man as he made his way back to the top of the roof.

The man was hovering slightly off the surface of the roof from what Asmoskon's eye could gather so it seemed the man was at least thinking slightly more about what he was doing. Although what he did next was irritating for sure. It wasn't just the sound of his wind armor clashing against itself which actually hurt Asmoskon's ears slightly, but more what he said that just was incredibly arrogant. The man had no idea how lucky he actually was that he had fallen through the surface of the roof. Instead of thinking over what had actually happened it was as if he was ignoring it and going to continue on the path of being a moron.

So the man began to move towards Asmoskon and now Asmoskon was rather sure that the man wouldn't at least fall through the roof again. this was more tasking just putting up with the personality of the individual then actually getting through his armor. So as the man began to slowly move towards him Asmoskon brought his short bow forwards holding it horizontally in front of him and pointed at the man. His right hand pulling back on the bowstring another crimson arrow was formed Asmoskon had to make this man see that he wasn't thinking like a warrior and was just behaving like a child.

So as he channeled his reiatsu into the form of the arrow Asmoskon felt the reiatsu that was collected from his cross surge within him. He had become so much more proficient at actually collecting the reiatsu from the environment and now it seemed like he would be able to fire off volley after volley of arrows. Asmoskon knew though not to become overly arrogant about any of his abilities for it always led to defeat in some manner. As his fingers left the nock of the arrow it flew off at a speed that caused it to actually vanish from sight only to strike against the right shoulder of the man.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1670/1000
Quincy Cross: {+500}
Sanrei Glove: {-200}
Class 3 Arrow: {-25}
Quincy Bracelet: {-75}
Short Bow Speed Fire: {-50}

{OCC: The arrow is traveling at 900 speed with 900 Reiatsu Strength. I used the property of the short bow to double the speed the arrow travels putting it at 700 and then my bracelet to increase it by another 200.}

[Jikken Kaze]

Pain, was something that was as familiar to him, as it was foreign. When he felt the arrow pierce through his armor, he was shocked. At first there was nothing, then he felt an explosion of pain in his shoulder. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed out, trying to pull it out, only to flinch away every time he touched it, unused to such a feeling. "RIGHT, RIGHT, WE WERE FIGHTING! THAT WAS A THING WE WERE DOING! FORGOT, MY MISTAKE! Agh, this hurts so BAD!" Kaze yelled, his little training in pain resistance doing nothing to make the pain go away from the new hole in his shoulder.

Kaze was in shock that his armor had failed him. In over two hundred years, not once had his ability faltered in combat. His raging emotions were starting to affect his control over his armor. The winds began to move faster, screech louder, tearing through the ground at his feet yet again. "Again with the arrows!? How many of you people are there!? Fighting you guys isn't worth it!" Kaze told him, letting the armor peel through the rooftop yet again, causing him to fall to the floor directly below him.

Landing on his feet, he turned quickly, shattering the window, separating the outside from the inside. Using an ability he learned recently, a step technique like the one his old hollow friend had, he flashed through the air in a burst of speed, hoping to escape his opponent, before the Quincy managed to deal any more damage to his gigai. So using the ability known as Caelumintro, Kaze closed the gap between himself, and the wall of the building on the other side of the street. And by, 'closed the gap', he actually smashed through one of the walls and landed on the inside, scaring the piss out of another group of humans.

"Why didn't I do that against the arrow guy?" Shaking his head to get back on track, he continued forwards, smashing through walls and the like. He wasn't sure if the Quincy, who he was now sure was a Quincy after the three mix ups between them and Shinigami, was going to chase him, but he refused to take the chance. He hated having to flee, twice from the same type of opponent, but he had not yet reclaimed his old power. It burned at his pride like the arrow in his shoulder, but he wasn't ready to fight, and certainly wasn't ready to die just yet.

Wind armor duration- 3-7
Speed increased 50%, at 300 speed
Caelumintro- 60
Remaining Reiatsu- 890-1250

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon looked across the roof of the building as the man charged towards him. He had just fired off his crimson arrow and was no watching the movements of both his own arrow and the man. He was hoping to see some kind of good judgment or incredible skill that would allow him to dodge the arrow. He had made damn well sure that the arrow was going to be faster then what this man was moving at and it would be essential for him to use either a incredible skill or a step technique to get out of the way fast enough.

Asmoskon's gaze turned stern as he witnessed the air around the man's body failed to stop the power of his arrow. It wasn't surprising what was disappointing was that this man had no control over his own actions and wasn't skilled enough to think through combat and how to win. His arrow pierced right into his shoulder like he had aimed and now Asmoskon was walking over towards the man as he tried to pull the arrow from his arm. It was easy to see that the man held very little or no talent for dealing with pain and couldn't pull the arrow from his shoulder. It was then that he spoke and Asmoskon's tempter was beginning to surface.

This man held his life in such low regard that he would continue to joke even in this situation. There was blood flowing from his body due to the wound that he had allowed his body to take. Asmoskon hadn't inflicted that wound in his own view. Yes he had fired it off towards him and increased the speed that it would travel yet it shouldn't have been beyond the power of this man to evade. It was due to his own arrogance and stupidity that he was now injured. This man if he would just learn to actually fight instead of act like a child could be a very valuable asset to Asmoskon.

That was when Asmoskon noticed that the wind started to move faster and screech loudly. The man then spoke about another arrow and then spoke like he was questioning how many people used arrows in combat. Asmoskon assumed that he meant Quincy in general and that made him think about the possibility that this man had already possibly fought against the Vandenreich in the past. He then stated how fighting against a Quincy wasn't worth it and with that the floor below him gave out and he fell trough a new hole to the floor below.

Asmoskon rushed forwards closing the distance to the hole. He actually slide on the surface of the roof and using the momentum that he built up from running he slide into the hole and then dropped to the floor below after the man. When Asmoskon fell through the hole he made it about half way to the floor of the next level and then stopped. He was using air ground to hold himself up in mid air and looked forwards. Right there the man was rushing away and just smashed through the window. Asmoskon took aim for a moment and channeled his reiatsu forming it into another arrow on his bow.

In the next moment though the man vanished from Asmoskon sight. The young Quincy blinked rapidly for a moment trying to make sure that his eye hadn't just lost focus. It took a moment and then Asmoskon saw that the man was in mid air using some type of step technique to get to the next building. Asmoskon' short bow and the arrow on it suddenly vanished and his reiatsu skyrocketed. All of a sudden Asmoskon dropped to the floor and stood up tall and the massive black longbow materialized in his left hand. "Gerechtigkeit."

Just as the man broke through the window of the other building Asmoskon as moving his bow upwards holding it vertically as he channeled his reiatsu and generated three new crimson arrows between his right hands fingers. His right arm pulled back the bowstring and in the next moment as the man continued to run Asmoskon released his arrows off aimed right at the limbs of the man. The arrows soared through the air at a speed that dwarfed the single arrow that Asmoskon had fired off only a few moments before when on the roof. They were actually moving at a speed that made Asmoskon see them as a blur so he knew that the man wouldn't have much luck in evading them.

He couldn't let this man get away that was something e wouldn't allow. He didn't want t kill him that was easy enough to admit s he just had to make sure that the man couldn't keep running away. Asmoskon just had to talk with him now he had a power worth investing in yet the personality would need work. So he had made sure to boost the speed of his arrows once again while knowing that there was next to no hope for the man to evade even if he hide in the body of the other building. His arrows were locked onto the back of his shins and the back of his undamaged shoulder. They would seek out those specific locations and pierce into them unless they were destroyed.

{OCC: Alright going to paste up my firing ability which was described above for you. Also these arrows are traveling at 1075 speed.

SPOILER: Click to show

The Firing Hatz allows any arrow fired from the bow to lock on to the specific reiatsu signature that it is aimed toward. The arrows are able to curve on their own and move fluently throughout the air changing direction based on the movement of the target that they have been locked on toward. This effectively always the arrows to maneuver through tight surrounding and change course to the point of even a 180 degree change in direction. An increase in the focused amount of reiatsu that an arrow has been locked onto will increase the speed that the arrow travels by 150%. The lock on factor of this ability is one that grants arrows a pin-point accuracy even changing course or curving around a hostage to strike the true target.

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Remaining Reiatsu: 1495/1000
Quincy Cross: {+500}
Bow Release 1: {-100}
Sanrei Glove: {-200}
Class 3 Arrows (3): {-150}
Bracelet Enhancement: {-225}

[Jikken Kaze]

Kaze hadn't stopped running, and had made it half way through the building, when he briefly heard a faint whistling sound, before pain once again exploded throughout his body. Now in both of his knees were two matching arrows, and his previously unwounded shoulder were now sporting matching arrows, and add the one in his other shoulder, he now had two matching sets. "Hurrah for me...." He gritted his teeth in pain, and just barely managed to grab a chair for him to sit down in, as to not agitate the dual wounds protruding from his legs. The pain had all but destroyed his focus, and his armor promptly deactivated upon getting in the chair.

Kaze was covered in a sheen of sweat, barely able to keep himself from yelling out in frustration at his agony. He wanted to try and remove the arrows, but even moving brought on intense bouts of pain. "Well.... THIS isn't, *ugh*, how I planed on this going..." His tone was filled with obvious amounts of pain. He could barely think it was so bad. Sure, he knew that it was temporary, that simply replacing the body would fix his problems. But a working body, gigai Marc called it, were hard to come by for someone who didn't know where to look.

And now, Kaze was stuck in a, currently, useless body, awaiting the Quincy who shot him to show up. As he realized that these could be his last moments, an odd feeling washed over him. There was so much left to do. He had wanted to destroy the soul reapers for what they did to him and his improv family, despite how little he remembered of them. But after meeting Hotaru, he just felt that it would be meaningless. There were those there that had done nothing to him and his kind. Any revenge he got would be hollow.

Ignoring the irony of his wording, he continued his train of thoughts. He had been reawaken less than a month ago, and he's already been through several life or death matches, and still no closer towards any goal. Sure, he had gotten stronger, much stronger if he was honest with himself, but the current him still paled in comparison to what he had when he was still under the watch of the twelfth division. His arrow wounds flared at his next thought. The only way he could get stronger, was to train with those stronger than himself.

His pride burned at the thought of asking for the help of others. He resented the fact that he could still be weak. But he wanted to be strong again, and was willing to do just about anything to have it again. So when the one-eyed Quincy walked up to the downed Kaze, the mod soul immediately asked through gritted teeth, "I want you to help me get stronger, and I don't care what I have to do to help. As long as it isn't sexual. With guys." He said the last parts offhandedly, still finding time to make a small joke, while awaiting the Quincy's response.

Remaining Reiatsu- 890-1250

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon stood near the edge of the broken window looking out across the space between the building he was in and the one that the blonde haired man was in now running from him. The window right in front of him was broken apart to the point that there were a few pointed sections that would easily cut into someone if need be. He watched his crimson arrows soar through the air and then eventually noticed how the trajectory of his arrows shifted from natural to what seemed like the arrows all had a will of their own and there following the man of their own accord.

It was a few moments of constant visual input and as that happened Asmoskon saw his arrows strike right into the man's shoulder and legs. Asmoskon knew right now that unless this man was even more foolish then he had thought which honestly was near impossible he would stop running now. Asmoskon jumped through the broken glass and began to walk across the air between the building focusing the reiatsu under his feet. It only took him about fifteen seconds of running to actually get inside of the building on the same floor as the man.

Here he was struggling to sit down in a chair and stating how this wasn't at all how he planned on the encounter between the two of them ending up. Asmoskon just stood there a few feet away from him with his released bow no longer a factor. He knew that right now it was no longer required or needed and due to that he was without a bow present. He immediately noticed though that the wind that had been around this man was no longer present. That meant that the man honestly was done fighting just like Asmoskon expected.

What the man said next was good though. Asmoskon was finally hearing what he wanted to from this man. He could use the man in the military and this man seemed to truly want to grow stronger just so he wouldn't be in the same situation as right now. So extending his right hand out to the man Asmoskon starred the man in the eyes sternly. "Alright then from this moment onward you serve me and will be enlisted in my Military. Let me make one thing apparent though . . battle needs to be taken seriously or else victory is impossible time to learn that . . . what's your name"

[Jikken Kaze]

Kaze gave the Quincy a deadpan expression, with slight twitches occurring over his left eye. "Yeah yeah, whatever, tell that to the losers in the soul society." He told him with a none too subtle smirk. "And like I tell everyone else, you can call me Jikken Kaze, the titan of the wind." He said through gritted teeth. "Or at least I will be, once I get my powers back." He added. "Now, if you'd be so kind as to, GET THESE ARROWS OUT OF ME, WE'D BE PEACHY!" His patience finally broke, screaming in a mix of pain and anger at the Quincy. He should be the one to help, seeing as he was the one who shot him in the first place.

Sitting down was becoming a pain with both the arrows in his knees. The were rubbing up against the bottom of the chair, and he was struggling to keep the full extent of his pain hidden. He sighed angrily. "Great... Cause of you, I'm probably going to need a new gigai. You know how hard it is to get one of those for someone like me?" The pain was starting to heavily affect his mood, making him far angrier than he normally would be, instead of his normal, happy-go-lucky attitude that he flaunted all the time, even in fights.

What he didn't realize though, that how he complained to Asmo, he heavily implied that, instead of a mod soul, he was an ex-shinigami, or a rouge as the were called. Asmo may or may not assume this, based on what he's said so far, but unless asked directly, Kaze would bring it up. "So, captain, what would your name be since I gave you mine?" He asked, still barely holding back his pain, making his voice sound like a pained grunt. Kaze was more than likely just going to call him captain, just to screw with him, but it was nice to know names.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon continued to stand by the man as he sat in the chair in obviously a lot of pain while he spoke. Even now in the amount of pain that he was in and knowing that he could be killed at any moment the man still showed nearly no respect at all. It was baffling that this man would react in such a way and still speak in way that would just cause himself further problems in the future. Asmoskon's right hand closed into a fist slightly when he called out that all the losers were in Soul Society. Asmoskon had to allow that to slide this man had no knowledge that Hotaru was a Shinigami and that he had just insulted the only person that truly matters to Asmoskon.

What happened next though made Asmoskon appear right in front of the man his right hand held up only about a foot away from his face. Asmoskon's face was dead serious and showed an expression of tamed rage and wrath. The man had screamed at him to remove his arrows and was continuing to complain. He spoke about how he was known as a titan of the wind and Asmoskon understand why based on his ability yet the manner in which he was speaking right now was not acceptable nor would it ever be of a subordinate. Kaze would all of a sudden see reiatsu condensing in Asmoskon's palm and then magically fire began to spin around in his hand right in front of Kaze's face.

"Kaze let me make this clear. You will not speak to me in that type of manner or else I will make sure your remembered as the titan of flaming death. Your name will not carry awe or fear like what I can help you achieve it will carry with it laugher and joy for all those who will recall the story of a man screaming through the air while his body burnt to nothingness." All of a sudden the fire vanished from Asmoskon's hand and then Kaze would feel one of the arrows in his leg get ripped out. Asmoskon then gripped the other and ripped it out as well.

"I'll be able to provide you with a new gigai whenever you may need one as long as you follow orders." Asmoskon pulled out one of the black hilts on his belt and then suddenly it ignited with a crimson blade of plasma. It happened in an instant but Asmoskon slashed at the arrows in Kaze's shoulders. Instead of being cut apart with some section still inside of Kaze though the body of the arrows suddenly just disappeared. Asmoskon's weapon was turned off and placed back on his belt while he turned around and began to walk off. "My name is Major Masurao now come along so I can get you fitted for the military of Xcution."