Introduce a Little Anarchy [NDE, R]

[Douma]

Thread Title: Introduce a Little Anarchy [NDE, R]
Participants: Jin Yamada and Kagami Murai
World: Soul Society
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: A flat, rocky terrain ten miles from the edge of the Rukongai in the Soul Society Wilderness. There's no place to hide.
Special Conditions: If Douma releases into Shikai before 5 combat posts have passed, then the end of the thread must involve Anarchy discovering Douma's true identity.
Circumstances: Anarchy and Douma. The two biggest names in the Underworld. Anarchy is a hard man to contact, but Douma has "convinced" one of Anarchy's past clients to get in touch with him. A meeting place and time was given, and so Douma sits and waits for the other man to arrive if he chooses to accept the meeting.

[Douma]

There was an atmosphere of change. It was present in all three worlds: Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, and the Human World. In Soul Society, the roster of Captains had largely been changed, introducing several new, young faces. Kagami Murai, Okami Shihoin, Hotaru Kuchiki, and Harle Quinn are just a few of the new faces that will undoubtedly change Soul Society in one way or another. In Hueco Mundo, with the disbanding of the Escudo, Las Noches is the biggest player with a full set of Espada including relatively new and daring Cuarta and Tercera Espada. In the Human World, Xcution has drastically reformed itself so that it doesn’t even resemble its former entity. The faces of all three worlds are barely recognizable, and things are still changing. Gears are still in motion, still turning.

And there was one factor that lies beneath the surface of these worlds. In fact, it connects them all together in one giant network much like the web of a spider. This system is most commonly referred to as the Underworld, where crime and Black Market groups thrive. Where outcasts can stay out of the radar of the big four: the Gotei 13, Las Noches, Xcution, and the Vandenreich. Where rumors spread like wildfire, information leaks a cracked bottle, and secrets are exposed to the black light. It was such a wonderful and terrifying place. The Underworld is an enemy to all and friend to some.

And it is Douma’s terrain. Little by little, he is earning respect through fear. All of the major Black Market organizations recognize and fear him. Clients hire him for assassinations or other missions. He has his own small network of smugglers and guards, most of which couldn’t hold their own against a seated officer amongst the Shinigami ranks. However, he himself was at least Captain level strength. No one had seen him fight and be pushed to his limits, so his power was still unknown to the world. His two executives alone are capable of taking down Vice Captains and even some Captains. In less than a year, Douma had become one of the most feared criminals in all the three worlds.

But there was still one person ranked above him in Soul Society’s most wanted list. One man who is even more feared. One man who isn’t building an empire as Douma is, but rather seems to finish his jobs incredibly efficiently and disappear until he is needed once more. This one man is also masked, and his name is Anarchy. Douma had surpassed most other criminals, but the famous Anarchy still eluded him. He wanted to test his strength against the other man, but when it came down to it, Anarchy had potential to be an incredible ally for Douma’s cause. He needed Anarchy on his side, so this was also a matter of earning the other man’s trust.

And so Douma waited at the designated location. He had sent word to Anarchy’s previous employer in hopes that the Bount could be reached. Douma met Anarchy once before, long before Douma took on that name for himself. He was just another man in a mask then. But this time, things were different. They were on equal ground. And so the man’s differently colored eyes – one crimson red with three black tears in a triangular formation and the other white with circles using the pupil as their origin – scanning the terrain of Soul Society’s wilderness. He would stand out with his black coat and pants in the flat, rocky terrain, and with no visual hindrances, Anarchy would stand out too. The question was whether he was going to come or not.

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{Stats, Skills, and Items}

Stats

Strength - [100] Points (50)

Speed - [300] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [400] (1000) Points

Reiatsu Strength - [50] Points

Light Aura - [65] Points

Dark Aura - [35] Points

Instinct - [200] Points

Senses - [150] Points

Energy sensory - [400] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

Total SP: [1600] Points

Abilities

• [Weapons: Sword] {3}
  
  
• [War Strategy] {3}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {3}
  
  
• [Analysis] {3}
  
  
• [Leadership/Charisma] {2}
  
  
• [Mental Incantation] {2}
  
  

Items:
15 Kunai
10 Shuriken
1 Giant Shuriken
5 Kunai Clips
5 Full Body Condoms
Blood Cross
Artificial Zanpakuto - Kagebokkusu

[Jin Yamada]

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Blue flames suddenly formed before the man in the mask who had come to call himself Douma. Those blue flames—which formed instantaneously from the very air itself—grew in size. They grew in size, until they reached about six or seven feet in height, towering over the only man who stood before them. They burned brightly and cast their blue hue onto that figure known as Douma. What was most surprising, however, was not the sudden appearance of those flames, their size or even how brightly they glowed. It was the black boot which could be seen stepping out from the middle of those flames. Click. With a crunch, the boot planted itself on the dusty ground of the Rukongai and a second followed it. Clack. And following them was a figure cloaked in black entirely, save for the white gloves with blue crosses on the back covering his hands. Aside from that, the figure was dressed in all black, with a hood covering his head.

"Ahh….so it was you who called me here. Quite the blag artist you are..."

A modulated voice spoke out from beneath the hood as the head raised itself to gaze upon the one who called himself Douma. The head raised, still shrouded by the black hood of that black cloak and the face could be seen. Shrouded in darkness beneath the hood, the face was covered by a faceless white mask with a large red 'A' carved into the top half. Brown eyes—which gazed upon the cloaked figure called Douma—lay behind the white mask, concealed by the white glow which emanated from the eyeholes of the mask. ”I really don’t like being tricked like this…” the modulated voice echoed out from beneath the mask.

And then suddenly, his presence grew. Whereas before when the figure had stepped out, there could be nothing sensed of him, now he gave off an ominous feeling. A feeling of dread and fear. It was an aura of darkness and intimidation that would make one choke. Douma might find himself feeling fear in the man’s presence. Such was the strength of this man’s aura of darkness. Such was the strength of Jin Yamada, no Anarchy’s presence. A man that had taken over and become the top mercenary since the disappearance of the Phantom Reaper. Rumors had spread that it was he who had taken out the Phantom Reaper himself because of rivalry. But, this hadn’t been the case. Anarchy’s rise to power had only been a matter of coincidence. With one powerful mercenary gone, another had to fill his place. This was the natural law.

Anarchy’s eyes gazed upon the figure known as Douma and took him in. Of course, this wasn’t their first meeting. This wasn’t the first meeting the two masked mercenaries had had between one another. Back then, back during that operation for the Brothers Grim, Anarchy had met the man who now called himself Douma. He had met him then, before he had a name. Before he had a reputation. And now, here was that same man, that same mercenary from so long ago. ”Ohhh, look how much you’ve grown up.” the masked mercenary taunted. His modulated voice was mocking when he spoke, inspiring fear with every word. ”I remember you well. Yes, yes I do. You’ve gotten quite the reputation now, haven’t you.” A smile was plastered upon the Bount’s face as he spoke, that famous smile belonging to Jin Yamada. A smile that Douma himself would never get to see.

Gloved hands reached into the pockets of that black cloak which shrouded his body and remained there. Gloved hands reached into those pockets and stayed there as Anarchy sized up his rival. Yes, this man was his rival, after all. A rival mercenary. A mercenary who was growing powerful within the underworld. But yet, why had he called Anarchy here? Why had he brought Anarchy to this abandoned area in the Rukongai? Why was it that he was standing there so…ready? Was this an ambush? Was he planning to take out the competition? Well, Anarchy would find out soon enough.

That ominous feeling remained as Anarchy fell quiet, waiting for this man to address him. He kept quiet and stood there with his hands in the pockets of that cloak, gripped around his special “weapons.” Not only would Douma feel a sense of unease because of Anarchy’s intimidating dark aura, but he would soon begin to realize that the man he was dealing with was on another level. No matter how hard he tried, he would sense nothing from the Bount mercenary. No matter how he tried, he would sense not a drop of reiatsu from the cloaked mercenary known as Anarchy. His power was just that great. It couldn’t be sensed. And so, Douma would feel a sense of unease at not being able to tell the strength of his opponent. He would feel unease at the lack of reiatsu emanating from this masked man. Given how powerful Anarchy was rumored to be, how could he not possess any reiatsu at all?! It was a question that most who saw the assassin asked. And it was a question that they died wondering about.

”So,” the modulated voice broke the silence once again, speaking in that same mocking tone. ”Why don’t we begin with you telling me what you called me here for? Then after that, we can deal with your punishment. Sound fair?”

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Strength - [100 (50)] Points

Speed - [300] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [400] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [400 (1000)] Points

Light Aura - [35] Points

Dark Aura - [65] Points

Instinct - [200] Points

Senses - [200] Points

Energy sensory - [100] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1700] Points


Skills

• [Battle Analysis] {4}
• [Martial Arts: Capoiera] {3}
• [Utility: Charisma/Leadership] {2}
• [Weapons: Yoyo] {4}
• [Strength of Will] {3}

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Item Name: JJYAGP01

Item Type: Weapon

Item Description: At first, this appears very similar to JJY006. Simple yoyo held together by a 5 meter long steel string. Unlike its predecessor, however, its color is black with a red button on both disks. When these buttons are pressed, the yoyo enlarges to become two giant two feet wide, one inch tall black circular disks. It looks nothing like the yoyo it once was. With a twitch of the string, blades can also pop out along the two thick disks. With a second twitch of the finger, the two disks can split apart for separate attack, connected together by a hidden steel wire between the disks. This one can also be coated in the user's reiatsu strength by giving up 100 reiatsu.

Price: 10,000 Ryo(x2)

Donated to shop?(Yes or No?): No


Item Name: JJYAGP02

Item Type: Stealth Gear

Item Description: After studying the Quincy ability to draw in spiritual particles, Gatz was able to design this cloak for Anarchy. The cloak itself reaches down past the knees and is completely black with a hood attached to the back. What makes it special is the property it has. When around someone of a different race, the cloak will draw in the ambient reiatsu of the individual giving off any form of reiatsu and cloak the user in this reiatsu so that the reiatsu signature given off by the user becomes that of the individual giving off reiatsu. If no reiatsu is being given off, the cloak can instead use the stored reiatsu from a previous encounter. While the cloak is active, the user should suppress their own reiatsu or the cloak will not function properly. When it comes to using techniques, only general reiatsu techniques can be used; the reiatsu of a race specific release will overpower the cloak's own reiatsu signature. Only those with an energy sensory of more than 200 can detect the actual reiatsu signature of the user.

Price: 100,000 Ryo

Donated to shop?(Yes or No?): No


Item Name: JJYAGP03

Item Type: Stealth Gear

Item Description: A featureless white mask with only eye holes for the user to see through. The mask itself is made of a durable titanium alloy which is quite strong while remaining light-weight. When exposed to high levels of heat, the titanium alloy retains its strength and does not deteriorate. The only other feature on the mask is a large red 'A' within a red circle. This covers the majority of the mask, centering at the forehead. The bottom part of the 'A' is broken up by the eyeholes and continues underneath them, where it joins the red circle outlining the entire letter. The mask itself allows the user, with a touch of a button along the side to switch between normal vision, infrared vision, night vision, and zoom vision for viewing in greater detail. The mask is also equipped with a voice modifier to change the user's voice and a filter for gases.

Price: 100,000 Ryo

Donated to shop?(Yes or No?): No


Item Name: S Grade Coating Ring

Item Ability: [When dragged across the user's weapon to cause friction, an aura of ghostly, transparent (but still colored) reiatsu will materialize around the user's weapon. This allows the weapon to do battle with other weapons that are also using the coating ring, and also gives it an increased amount of cutting ability for striking defenses and cutting attacks. So long as the user has this ring worn, attacks and defenses will be coated in this aura. The aura is equivalent to 100% of the user's reiatsu strength.]

Item Price: [20,000 Ryo]


Item Name: JJY001

Item Type: Weapon

Item Description: This looks like a simple red bladed yoyo with a white smoke cloud design engraved on both sides and held together by a 5 meter long steel string. On the inside of the yoyo are small containers that when heated release a white cloud of smoke that is actually tear gas.

Price: 6500 Ryo(x2)

Donatedtoshop?(Yes or No?): No


Item Name: Portal Scroll
Item Type: Travel Usage
Item Description: It is a normal looking scroll at first glance, however, when opened up, the scroll releases blue flames that rise up in front of the one who opened it. A step into these flames will transport the user to any place they can think of as long as it is a real place.


Item Name: Wire Launcher Gauntlet

Item Type: Projectile Storage Item

Item Description: The wire launcher gauntlet is a piece of equipment for Jin Yamada. It is a metal silver plated arm brace with the Bount symbol etched onto the side facing away from it's wearer when worn. On the side facing towards the wearer, there is a small circular hole, half an inch in diameter, near the wrist area. A brown leather attachment extends from the wrist up to the wearer's middle and ring fingers, wrapping around them. Inside of the gauntlet, 150 feet of steel wire is spooled 75 times around a thin circular disk on the underside. Release of the wire revolves around a complicated launching mechanism activated by varying movements of Jin's middle and ring fingers. The wire ends in a barbed hook, which is designed to connect to the loop on the end of Jin's yoyo. The launcher fires things with 300 strength.

Price: 10,000 Ryo (x2)

Donated to shop?(Yes or No?): No


Item Name: Propulsion Boots

Item Type: Locomotion Item/Weapon

Item Description: These boots were modeled after the gloves Jin once had during the time when C-weapons were around. The boots, however, are much more upgraded and cooler looking than the gloves were. Overall, they look like light armor for his feet. They're black and shiny all over and tall, reaching just below the knee. They're made of some kind of light metal that avoids overheating. There are straps at the top in the front and back to lock the leg in once it's in there snugly. At the sole, there are vents built into five separate locations. There are vents in the front ball of the boot, on both sides, in the back of the heel, and in the center of the foot. Gatz designed the boots in a way so that it absorbs heat from Hitze or the surroundings and uses that to power itself, which prevents any type of reliance on electrical battery power.

The cool thing about the boots is that with a tap of his foot in a certain spot, Jin can release the heat building up in the boots from one of the five vents as bursts of flames which are backed up by his reiatsu strength. The concentrated bursts of flames that the boot releases propels him at twice his speed as a result of concentration and force. When he's using the flames for attack rather than propulsion, the flames shoot out of all five vents to form a burst of flames the size of a Cero! Normally when moving around, the flames only shoot out of the middle vent, which is largest, while the vents on the four sides only allow for change in direction.

[Douma]

Anarchy had style. Douma’s energy sensory had been scanning the barren environment for miles in every direction, picking up anything with a slight grain of reiatsu. He had expected to sense the Bount before he drew near, but Douma didn’t receive any sort of warning before reiatsu suddenly began to gather just feet before him. Sapphire flames leaped out of the ground, creating a portal for the honored guest to enter through.

Anarchy stepped through his fire slowly and confidentially. Upon his arrival, Douma flashed back to the first time he came across the notorious hand for hire. At that time, he went by no name, except for maybe ‘OG Lush.’ He was quiet different then, hiding his identity and keeping his Zanpakuto a secret. Now, however, he didn’t need to hide his powers. He didn’t need to hold back.

"Ahh….so it was you who called me here. Quite the blag artist you are... I really don’t like being tricked like this…”

There were several similarities between the two men facing off. The first was the fact that both wore masks, hiding their faces and true identities. The men also dawned black clothes, though Anarchy’s hood covered the top of his head while Douma’s mask took care of that matter. Douma let the blood-red cross chained around his wrist slip out of the sleeve of his black coat and into clear sight, swinging back and forth with the light breeze. It parallel the blue crosses on Anarchy’s hands as well.

To complete the overview of their comparisons, Douma spoke with a similarly modulated voice. “I wouldn’t say ‘tricked.’ After all, I wanted a business meeting with the famous Anarchy, somewhere private that was far away from any eyes or ears. Just me and you, so we can get a closer look at how our ‘net value’ compares. Just business, of course.” Those hawkish eyes, one blood red and the other bone white, looked the Bount over several times from top to bottom.

”Ohhh, look how much you’ve grown up. I remember you well. Yes, yes I do. You’ve gotten quite the reputation now, haven’t you.”

This was all just a game. Anarchy was toying with the ‘inferior’ criminal. He looked down on the other man, that much was clear. But that’s what this meeting was all about. Douma needed to prove that he wasn’t the second-rate criminal. He needed to prove that he was at the top of the food chain, and Anarchy wouldn’t be able to treat a peer so lightly. No, not a peer, a senior. Douma needed to prove himself above Anarchy, for that was just one more step closer to Adalo.

That dark energy struck terror into the Shinigami’s bones as Anarchy flexed his reiatsu, but Douma could keep his wits only because of experience. He had faced Col Arana, Alexander Kuma-Hebi, and even Adalo De-Mona. Anarchy wasn’t scarier than the King of Arrancar, and that thought allowed Doumat o keep his wits and stand strong. ”Why don’t we begin with you telling me what you called me here for? Then after that, we can deal with your punishment. Sound fair?”

“As I mentioned, I wanted to meet you for business reasons. I’m sure you’ve realized how active I’ve been lately, and how effective in my missions. You must have also noticed the success of my own ‘projects,’ of course, and how Xcution is beginning to fear my advances in the Human World. So I would like to pit our reputations and true abilities against each other, just to see if the famous Anarchy could stand up to a new rival.”

Just as the final word had been spoken, the man in the bone-white mask was immediately consumed by a deep, crimson aura that danced like flames around him, leaping dangerously close to the Bount. However, even if it touched him, the energy wouldn’t do anything but terrify the man. It would make his skin crawl and feel icy to the touch. After all, traces of Adalo De-Mona’s reiatsu was ingrained in that very aura. Although Douma was ready for combat, he simply appeared to be standing casually across from the other man, but the tension in the air hinted toward the battle that was to break out in any second. Right then, he activated two techniques, one that caused an invisible mist that Anarchy couldn't detect to seep out of the other agent's body while the other technique slowly caused Anarchy to fear Douma just by looking at him for an extended period of time.

The battle had already begun. It was time to see who lived up to their notorious legend.

“And afterward, maybe we can talk about a business partnership."

Reiatsu Remaining: 9800/10,000 (-100 for Distortion Sakkaku: Haze, -100 for Lights, Smoke, and Mirrors)

Haze Posts: 1

LSM Prep Posts: 1/5

[Jin Yamada]

”Ohhhh….I see. So that’s what this is all about?”

This was the response which the mercenary named Anarchy gave to that masked man who called himself Douma. Beneath the white faceless mask, the mercenary named Anarchy smiled. The mercenary named Anarchy smiled because he was amused. He was amused at the tactics which the masked man named Douma had used to get him here. He was amused because Douma wanted to compare their strengths. He even chuckled a little as that dark aura of his continued to ooze off of his very body. So that was the reason which Douma had brought him here? He had wanted to fight the legend himself. To see how he compared? "So, let me get this straight," Anarchy began, deciding to first repeat what Douma had said back to him so that the man would understand just how crazy he sounded. "You brought me here…to this wasteland...to die?" the Bount mercenary asked tauntingly. Douma didn't know what he was getting himself into it seemed.

Anarchy was the most powerful mercenary within the underground world currently. He had taken on the likes of Okusa Shogen and lived to tell the tell. Actually, their battle had even ended in a draw. The fact that he had been able to waltz into Soul Society and run into such a powerful Captain and live spoke volumes about his power. He had even been the only one to escape the attack on Soul Society to sneak in illegal drugs. Kento Sasaki, Xcution’s #1 man, had even been killed. But then again, that one had been because of unlucky circumstances. He had had to face one of the three most powerful Captains. But either way, Anarchy’s presence in the underworld had grown since that attack. Soul Society and any other mercenary gunning for top position were on high alert. And yet, here Douma was challenging him to a battle. Did he know who he was facing?

There’s more to this than he’s letting on. Could he possibly know who I really am? There were so many thoughts running through his mind. But those thoughts were slowly being pushed aside, pushed to the back of his mind. His instincts were beginning to take over. One whiff of Douma’s malevolent reiatsu and he could sense the power behind it. It reminded him of that man’s reiatsu. The one that had defeated him before. Back then, he had been only Quinta. And now word on the street was that he had risen to Primera. He hadn’t seen him since that defeat. But, to rise so quickly meant that the monster known as Adalo had become much more powerful since their last battle. But then, why was this man oozing the same dark and malevolent reiatsu as Adalo had during their battle? Why did he feel the same bloodlust from Douma’s reiatsu that he had felt in Adalo’s? There was something more going on here.

The one known as Anarchy took a small step forward, his dark aura increasing his intimidating presence to instill more fear into his prey. There was still this creepy aura around the man before Douma. Despite these legends, despite these tales, no reiatsu could be sensed from him. He also had no fear of Adalo’s reiatsu. He had faced it before and now he was even more powerful than he had been that time. That familiar feeling which he sensed from Douma’s reiatsu only served to trigger his True Bount instincts. He was feeling the urge to devour this man, and consume all of the delicious reiatsu he was sensing. He didn’t like giving in to his True Bount instincts, but at the moment, he felt good. As he took that step forward, he reached into his trench coat, and retrieved from it a small black yoyo. He continued on, taking another step forward and another. He marched forward with confident steps approaching his victim in the same way a predator approaches prey. ”Well, it’s your life…” And then he was gone. At three times his normal speed.

Douma wouldn’t recognize the technique with which Anarchy had used to move. He wouldn’t recognize the technique because it wasn’t one that Shinigami knew. The technique, Movement, was a technique that only those living in the Land of the Living knew. Anyone who was anyone in this world knew the technique. Without it, you couldn’t compete with the higher echelon of warriors. Without it, you had no advantage. And so, it was this technique which Anarchy used to surprise Douma. He first appeared before Douma, about a foot away, hand reaching out towards him as if to grab his mask and rip it off. This would probably make Douma flinch, given that he wanted to protect his identity so well. If someone made an attempt to reach for his own mask, he would probably even react instinctively. It was this reaction that Anarchy was looking for before he disappeared again, breaking off of his first step into a second. Such a zig zag motion was possible with the technique. With his second step also at 900 speed, he veered off to his right before Douma could retaliate with an attack, to Douma’s left. He was further away this time, about 5 feet. When he reappeared, he flicked both of his wrists forward, launching his attack.

With a strength of 300, courtesy of the wire launcher gauntlets on both of his arms, the yoyo were launched out of his hands. They moved with incredible speed, and were already transformed into 2 foot wide, one inch tall circular black disks. One of the yoyo flew towards Douma’s face wherever he appeared next if he happened to move, and the second moved along the ground, aiming to get in between Douma’s legs. From there, with a twitch of his finger, the disk would launch off of the ground and encircle both of Douma’s legs. This yoyo’s attack was being hidden by the first, given that Douma’s first priority would be to protect his face. He wouldn’t notice the second yoyo moving towards his legs until it was too late. Neither yoyo were bladed yet. Anarchy wanted to save that little surprise for later, when Douma least expected it. For now, he just wanted to play with his prey.

As he attacked, he noticed Douma’s aura shift. The man before him suddenly became a little more frightening than he had been previously. Just a little. Maybe it was a result of the spike in his reiatsu. Anarchy hadn’t been unaware of it. He had been able to sense the man’s reiatsu spike twice as he approached. Thus, he was cautious. In his mind, he was already planning an escape if Douma happened to dodge both of his yoyo. Douma might think that he was defenseless while his yoyo were launched like that, but he would find a surprise when he tried to take the battle into closer range. Come on ‘ol chap, show me what ya got. I’ll show you the power of a True Bount… This was it. How would Douma fare against the legendary mercenary, Anarchy?

Jin’s Remaining Reiatsu: 3950/4000 (-50 for 2x Movement)

Active Items:
JJYAGP01 x2
JJYAGP02
JJYAGP03
Wire Launcher Gauntlet

[Douma]

"You brought me here…to this wasteland...to die?"

Just another thing those two men in masks had in common: arrogance. His reiatsu was incredibly powerful, so maybe he could back it up. Then again, Douma could too. They were both strong. Douma wasn’t going to back down just because of some tough talk. If there was ever a point where he could turn around and walk the other way, he had passed it a long time ago. He was too far in.

“Anarchy, please. You should know by now that I don’t die easily, especially after all that quality time we spent together. You aren’t the only one who invaded Soul Society.” Behind his mask, he wore an egotistical grin that spread from ear to ear. It was really charming in a conceited way, but it wouldn’t see the light of day. That was Kagami’s smile, and it had to be buried with the rest of him.

After just a few more words, Anarchy decided to act. He truly wasted no time. Maybe he was trying to catch Douma off guard. It didn’t work, however. With his high energy sensory, the masked man could look into people’s minds and souls. Well, not look. More like peak through the crack of the door that leads to their souls. Yeah, that’s it. And through that crack, he could see small nuances of their emotional state. Mostly just intent. He detected Anarchy’s intent, so no surprise came when his reiatsu suddenly fluctuated to cast a human world dweller step technique.

Anarchy closed the distance quickly, and his first action after the step technique was reaching his hand forward, toward Douma’s face. He was clearly going for the mask. While Douma felt Anarchy’s deceitful motive behind his move, he wasn’t sure if that just meant that Anarchy was planning on faking him out and making him flinch or he was simply trying to remove the mask without harming Douma. To prevent the latter outcome, Douma simply raised his wrist up from his side a few inches.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a plain, double-edged long sword with a simple gold hilt formed in his hand. If the Bount didn’t suddenly use Movement again, his hand would’ve moved straight toward the blade, slicing itself down along its length. Spiritual Projection allowed Douma to create a weapon he has achieved mastery of in his hand, so a sword was the best option. The simpler the sword, the faster he could think it up and create it. That’s how he summoned the weapon in a split second. His mind worked at a rate that exceeded the majority of people’s thinking speed.

And so when the Bount’s reiatsu fluctuated again in the exact same manner as before. Douma could practically see the reiatsu flow through his body, and with his analytical skill, it wasn’t difficult for him to anticipate what was to come. The only question was why was Anarchy using another burst of speed? He couldn’t be putting some distance between them since that would be a waste of reaitsu and energy, so the only other option was finding another nearby opening. He was going to stay close but move quickly get around Douma’s guard.

Anarchy appearing nearby once again wasn’t a surprise, and Douma was once again prepared. With his level of analytical skill, he could anticipate the flow of the fight. From the corner of his eye, he saw Anarchy suddenly flick his wrist forward. The Shinigami didn’t even wait to see what attack was coming, because as long as it was coming, he wasn’t safe. A quick use of Shunpo got him thirty feet away.

But the black market agent wasn’t going to stop there. He barely got out of the first step technique when another Shunpo took him back, this time at Anarchy’s right, just ten feet away. Right when he touched down, Douma moved at an easy speed of 200. At least he appeared to move at such a speed. In truth, the figure of Douma running at Anarchy was just an illusion. He seemed to have after images following behind him as he raised his sword over his head and prepared to strike down. In fact, the opposite was true. The Douma at the front was a projection, nothing more than an illusion.

What was the real Douma doing? He was following the projection, staying just behind it so that the illusion hid him. However, he was crouched down as he moved at the same speed with his sword held diagonally across his chest. When he drew near, the blade would slice at an arc going from Anarchy’s right shoulder blade to his right hip unless he moved before the attack went through. Douma was playing with tricks and mirages and no one did so better. If Anarchy could see through the tricks, he might have a shot at the real fight to come.

Reiatsu Remaining: 9550/10,000 (-50 for Spiritual Projection, -100 for Shunpo x2, -100 for Distortion Sakkku: Harbringer)

Haze Post: 2

LSM Prep Post: 2/5

[Jin Yamada]

You're running away?

The mercenary named Anarchy had expected the mercenary named Douma to run away. But then again, he had also factored in Douma attempting to block the yoyo coming towards his face; however, only an amateur would have attempted such a block. Anarchy's attack had been too simple. For any seasoned fighter, an attack to the face meant something more. It meant that something more was coming, hidden behind the first. It was something that came to be learned from battle, not necessarily taught. It was best to dodge attacks like that rather than block them. And Douma had done well in getting away.

He didn't stay away long after he had dodged with shunpo. Anarchy had his own fair share of sensory capabilities and analyzing skills. While he didn't have the energy sensory to read Douma's exact intentions, he could tell from battle experience that Douma's counterattack was going to be at closer range. Where he was going to appear when he did appear at closer range, Anarchy would have to wait and see. He was already twitching the ring finger on his left hand as his opponent disappeared the first time. When he disappeared the second time, Anarchy was preparing himself to defend. And then the next thing he knew, Douma was on his right just ten feet away.

"Wüste stil," Anarchy began as the black yoyo was on its way towards him. With the twitch of his finger, he had activated the recoil mechanism, which would bring the yoyo back to him. He had been preparing to recall the yoyo to defend himself from any close quarters attacks by Douma since the mercenary had dodged his attack. Now Douma was closer and was attempting to attack him while his yoyo were out. Little did he know that Anarchy was a master with the toy-like weapons. Without letting the circular black disk fly back into his hand, Anarchy twisted his left wrist towards his right without even turning towards Douma. Sensing Douma reappear to his right was all that he needed. The black disk moved with the momentum of the string pulling it back with incredible speed via the wire mechanism within the gauntlet. From there, it was child's play to transfer that momentum into a defense for the attack coming at him.

The black disk snapped back towards the Bount in less than a second and with a turn of the wrist, Anarchy sent the black disk spinning into a circular formation on his right side, just outside of the arm. With incredible speed and the added strength from the wire launcher gauntlet, the black disk became a circular blur of blackness on Anarchy's right side. And then suddenly, there was a gust of wind propelled from the disk due to the speed with which it was being spun. "Staub Wirbelsturm" Anarchy's modified voice echoed out as the cyclone rushed out from the spinning black disk. Douma, who was already moving forward would be unable to stop his momentum in time. It would even be incredibly difficult to shunpo away given that his momentum was already carrying him forward. He would find himself unable to move forward any further to deliver his slash and then sent skidding backwards as the powerful cyclone of wind carried him back. It was almost like attempting to walk through a fierce howling wind. Anarchy had expected Douma to be halted by this attack and prevented from continuing his forward assault; however, what he expected didn't come true.

Widened eyes watched as Douma continued unfazed by the howling cyclone of wind moving towards him. The wind slammed into him and he kept going, continuing towards Anarchy as if the wind wasn't even there. But...how?! Douma kept going, raising his sword above his head to slash Anarchy as soon as he drew near. There was no way to escape the slash, given that he had already committed to blowing the mercenary away with his technique. He hadn't expected Douma to be able to continue on like this. How had Douma just walked through his attack like that?! He began preparing Nebel as Douma came within range, but there was no need. Anarchy got his answer just then. As Douma slashed down on him, the blade and Douma himself just passed through the Bount mercenary. Once that had happened, Anarchy knew exactly what was going on. His incredible battle anaylsis skills were useful for determining what was going on in a split second. When did he cast an illusion...and where is he now?

Anarchy quickly stopped spinning the black disk and turned to face the direction in which he had sensed Douma. His eyes glared at the space before him for a moment before Douma suddenly came into view. Before him, still standing where he had first sensed him was the mercenary named Douma. Duma was just standing there. He had been attempting to attack the Bount under the cover of that illusion, but Anarchy was stronger than that. He wouldn't be tricked so easily, at least not again. Now that he knew Douma could cast illusions, he would be more cautious about the mercenary named Douma. The Angel of Silence, as he was called, was more dangerous than Anarchy had first presumed. "You almost had me there...but now that you've revealed your hand, I won't fall for the same trick twice." Anarchy was letting Douma know he would be more cautious next time. He had underestimated the man before. Anarchy pulled the second yoyo back towards him with a twitch of his finger, but instead of letting it come back towards his hand, he directed with his right hand instead towards Douma, the real one this time. The black disk spun on the string, carried by the momentum towards Anarchy and swung in an arc towards Douma's right side. If it hit, the blades that had now popped out on the disk itself would carve into Douma and draw a huge splash of blood from his right side. As he attacked, Anarchy prepared Nebel once more for when Douma decided to get in close range after dodging and attack himself this time.


Jin's Remaining Reiatsu: 3950/4000

Active Items:
JJYAGP01 x2
JJYAGP02
JJYAGP03
Wire Launcher Gauntlet

[Douma]

There’s a sixth sense that emerges during battle. There is always momentum during a fight, but that momentum constantly changes. It’s volatile. That sixth sense warns of a shift in momentum. No matter how analytically brilliant Douma was, he could never explain why he sensed that shift. As he was hidden by his illusion, seeing through his energy sensory, he knew at once that his attack would not succeed. That the momentum behind his maneuver would suddenly be halted then and there without much of a warning.

Maybe that was because it all seemed too easy. Anarchy seemed defenseless, and even if he selected to defend against the attack of the projection of Douma, he would not know of the real threat coming just behind the illusion. But Anarchy wouldn’t be so easy to land a blow on. As Douma drew closer and began the diagonal slashing movement, he heard the something spinning in the air. It was undoubtedly one of the yoyos. The strange weapon somehow opened up and used the force behind it to create a powerful gust of wind. Douma was stopped in his tracks just a second before he could slice the Bount.

The illusion still continued the movement, and Anarchy didn’t react at all. Of course, he wasn’t in harm’s way to begin with, but that meant that he had another means of avoiding the attack. Either that, or he had identified the illusion. The second theory would be disproved with his next words. "You almost had me there...but now that you've revealed your hand, I won't fall for the same trick twice." Behind the mask, a faint smile tugged on Douma’s lips. He was just getting started.

Jin’s hand twitched ever so slightly, but Douma was aware of the movement. He was also aware of the Bount’s intent to try to catch the other mercenary off-guard. The yoyo was zipping back toward Anarchy, but it’s course suddenly changed so that the yoyo was curving toward Douma’s right. It was moving fairly quickly, about as quickly as the masked man could move at full speed. However, he didn’t need to. Douma didn’t look like he was preparing to move at all, and the yoyo came nearer and nearer.

However, at the last second, Douma’s position suddenly shifted. Out of nowhere, a pillar emerged from the ground at a speed of 500. It’s angle was so small that, at first, it simply seemed like the ground was shifting below the criminal’s feet until the defined cylinder of rock with a one-meter diamater became identifiable. It took him away from Anarchy and to the left so that he avoided the yoyo as well. The pillar stopped when Douma was approximately twenty meters away from the Bount.

“Isn’t this fun?” he asked casually, though it was hard to get such a tone through his distorted voice. He still sounded dark and sinister. Douma swayed side-to-side, and Anarchy wouldn’t be able to clearly define the movements. Douma was starting to blur. To make matters worse, his eyes were glowing. Anarchy would feel his mind being chocked ever so slowly by fear and terror. He was afraid of Douma. Afraid that another attempt to hurt him would go through. Afraid that the man before him would be his undoing.

“Those are nice toys you have – the yoyos. I wouldn’t expect a strong Bount like you to use such an unconventional weapon. Then again, I shouldn’t be too surprised. After all, weren’t there reports of a legendary Bount who was reported to have a habit of playing with yoyos. Maybe you met the man? Jin Yamada.” Now, Douma was going to let the conversation play out, but there were a lot of possibilities regarding who Anarchy was. There was a very high chance that he was not Jin and was merely inspired by him. After all, it was never confirmed that Yamada used yoyos in battle. If Anarchy started using lightning abilities, then that would definitely increase the odds. For now, though, Douma was more comfortable with subtly – or not so subtly – implying rather than recklessly accusing. Maybe he was wrong, but there was a possibility.

“We wear a mask for a reason. We have secrets. And we’ll take them to our graves.” But each time the masked man said ‘we,’ he seemed to imply that he was referring to Jin. It seemed like he actually meant ‘you.’ In addition, the more Douma spoke, the deeper and more horrific his voice sounded to Anarchy. The entire situation would feel like a nightmare to Jin, one with so many traces of reality that he would never suspect it to be a dream. However, his imagination was taking over and turning Douma into more of a monster than he was. Rather than initiating the next combat exchange, Douma wanted to see how Jin reacted to his implications. That way, he could let the nightmare play out.

Reiatsu Remaining: 9250/10,000 (-100 for LSM prep, -100 for Haze, -100 for Hado #41: Kanji Taiho)

LSM Prep: 3/5

Haze: 3

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Technique Name: [Hado #41: Kanji Taiho (Stone Cannon)]

Class: [5]

Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): [Kido]

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Kido-using Races]

Technique Element: [Earth]

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect):

This technique can be used in two ways. The first is offensive, allowing the user to make a pillar from the ground with no more than a diameter of one meter shoot up with a speed of 500. This would be difficult to dodge, for it not only moves at such a rapid speed but also comes from an unorthodox place to attack, the ground. The blunt rock pillars would be more than capable of bruising an opponent, or even breaking their bones. If a direct hit is landed, it could even throw the opponent into the air. The pillar strikes with the force of 400, despite the speed that it moves at.

However, Kanji Taiho also has the capacity to be a defensive technique. If the user braces him or herself and causes a pillar to shoot out of the ground from under his feet, he could be launched into the air without suffering any damage. This may be useful in dodging any attacks or generally getting the user out of a sticky situation, hence the technique’s name “Stone Cannon.” Each pillar can rise at a maximum height of 10 meters, though the user would be able to regulate the height as he pleases.

How to use technique (How is it activated?):

[Pay reiatsu cost and activate.]

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc)

Firstly, the user must pay the reiatsu cost for each pillar he causes to rise from the ground. Creating three pillars would require three times the reiatsu cost. In addition, the pillars cannot be created if they are more than 100 meters away from the user. Lastly, when used offensively, the pillars are not blunt, for the ground that they are used on is flat. Therefore, they cannot cut and only offer blunt attacks.

Incantation and Effect:

(Incantation allows the user to summon two pillars for the cost of one) “Wake, Gaia, for I command you to raise the pillars of your Capitol and dethrone all who oppose you. Stone will rain toward the sky.”

Made By: Kagami Murai

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): No

[Jin Yamada]

At first, Anarchy was taken aback by Douma’s claim that he was a Bount. There was no way the other mercenary could tell that by sensory alone. There was no way he could sense the Bount mercenary’s reiatsu. The two weren’t on the same level. That and the Bount was currently suppressing his reiatsu in order for the cloak to work. So then, how was Douma able to sense past his cloak? How was he able to sense his true reiatsu despite the difference in their levels? Anarchy had surpassed that level. He had confirmed this when he sensed the stronger connection with his doll. A connection on a different level than what it had been before. A connection that allowed him use of his doll’s techniques without even summoning his doll. The level he had reached even gave him access to a secret form of his doll, a level that no previous doll had ever reached. So then….how was Douma able to sense him?!

Slowly, things began to unravel within his mind. Well, it seemed slow but it was much faster than it seemed. His mind was processing everything with those enhanced animalistic like senses and he went through all of the options till he came upon one. Douma was a powerful sensor. That could be the only reason why he could sense Anarchy’s true reiatsu. The Bount had heard tales in the underworld of powerful sensors strong enough to dig deep into their victim’s soul. Strong enough to learn everything about their victim. Strong enough to shut down even a Shinigami’s zanpakutou release. Sonken Houhai’s right-hand man was one of these powerful sensors, according to rumors. So then, was Douma on that level? No…he couldn’t be. If he was, he would have known who exactly Anarchy was from the beginning. If he was, he wouldn’t be asking his question in the way he had. Underneath the mask, Anarchy smiled. He smiled because he knew the game which Douma was playing.

As Douma finished his speech, he would hear a soft chuckle escape from the mercenary’s lips. He would hear the chuckle and then he would hear the modified voice break into laughter. For a few seconds, Anarchy could only laugh at the fear he had just had, which was most likely enhanced by the technique Douma was using which distorted his vision of the Angel of Silence. ”I can see what you’re doing…” he said between his fits of laughter. He understood it perfectly well. Douma was trying to get under his skin. He thought that if he could get him to admit his identity, he would have a way to worm into his mind and defeat him. Currently, that technique of his which implanted fear into the Bount’s mind was doing its job, but Anarchy had more willpower than Douma gave him credit for. I am their will, their hopes, and their desires. I will give even my body and mind to protect them… That was the mantra he lived by. That was what drove him each and every day. His will was unbroken as long as he recited those words to himself. Douma didn’t realize that he had something to fight for, even if his opponent appeared scary. He would never back down as long as he held breath.

”And what makes you think that because we use the same weapon we’re one and the same?” Anarchy asked, his voice full of mirth. He had stopped laughing by that point and only stood there, staring straight ahead at the image of the monster he saw before him. ”Jin Yamada died…didn’t you know?” Anarchy said, once more releasing that potent aura of his. Douma would suddenly feel sick to his stomach. He would feel as if an ocean was crashing down on him and weighing him down. He wouldn’t even be able to stand in the face of that powerful gravitational pressure which crushed down on him. This was the difference in their strength. This was the difference in their power.

”That's why," Anarchy began in that modified echoing voice as he began approaching his prey. ”They say you shouldn't assume. Or insinuate...” Anarchy’s eyes flashed white as he approached the monster standing before him. While he had fear seeping into his mind from Douma’s technique, he had willpower to overcome it. Douma wouldn’t realize the mistake he had made by using a technique like that on a True Bount. To be up against a monster thrilled the True Bount. To be up against an enemy so powerful and challenging only caused the True Bount to seek more. To seek battle with this stronger monster. And as Anarchy let more and more of his True Bount instincts spill out from the recesses of his mind, he began to feel all the more empowered before this monster of an enemy.

Each step the masked mercenary took brought him closer and closer to his prey. To the Angel of Silence, Douma. Each step brought him closer to his meal...a strong meal. Each step made his mouth water all the more. Each step intensified his hunger for delicious reiatsu. Each step drew him ever closer…to power. He would face this monster and grow stronger, that was what his True Bount instincts were telling him.

Devour him...

Destroy him...

Feast upon his delicious reiatsu...


"We're similar, yes...but I'm more of a nightmare than Jin Yamada ever could have been..." he said before suddenly disappearing. And the moment he disappeared would be the moment that gravity would lift around Douma. The moment Anarchy disappeared would be the moment that Douma would regain himself and stand up. It was the moment when he would be able to defend himself from what was coming. And that was the moment that Anarchy would be upon his prey. Underneath the mask, had Douma been able to see Jin Yamada's face, he would have seen only pure pleasure. Not fear, pleasure. He would have seen the face of a predator underneath that mask. A predator which he would soon learn he didn't want to be up against.

Anarchy was upon his prey in less than a second, at 10x his normal speed. At 3000 speed, Anarchy was standing three feet before the monster he saw through the technique's effects. He was there before Douma using Schiene, a technique that Douma would have no record of. It wasn't that it had just recently been developed. No, Schiene had been around for some time after Jin had created it. The reason why Douma would have no knowledge of Bount ever having a step technique was because the number of Bount that Shinigami encountered outside of hiding was too small. Bount were rare nowadays as a result of the genocide, which had placed most Bount in hiding. And it was mostly amongst those in hiding, those that were close together, that the technique had been passed along to. The chance of those Bount that wandered around alone learning the technique would be slim. Thus, there would be a blank in the Shinigami database on Bount having their own step technique. It was this lack of knowledge which the Bount counted on to catch his opponent off guard. That and the sudden lifting of the gravitational pressure which had crushed Douma only a second earlier.

When he landed there before Douma, he thrust both hands forward and flicked the yoyo in each of his hands, sending them towards the masked mercenary with 300 strength courtesy of his wire launcher gauntlet. The yoyo he held in his right hand was sent out to cut off Douma's escape backwards. The yoyo, still in its large disk form, spun there behind him, sharp blades ready to tear into his back if he happened to step back to escape. Meanwhile, the yoyo he held in his left hand was sent straight forward, spinning right into Douma's chest in that large bladed disc form. If it hit, it would carve right into his chest and draw a huge spray of blood from the masked mercenary. Douma would have to watch out given that he wasn't going to be able to tank the yoyo coming straight at him at three meters per second in such close range. If he had time to notice, he would see the faint golden glow lining the large disc spinning towards him, a sign that it was being coated with the Bount's potent reiatsu strength. It was also a sign that Anarchy was no longer playing around. One hit from the force of that bladed disc, and Douma would be sent flying backwards into the yoyo spinning behind his back with the air knocked out of his lungs. So basically, he was being trapped in the center of two spinning buzz-saws.


Jin's Remaining Reiatsu: 3700/4000 (-150 for Schiene, -100 for Yoyo coating)

Active Items:
JJYAGP01 x2
JJYAGP02
JJYAGP03
Wire Launcher Gauntlet

[Douma]

It began with the laughter. What must have begun as an amused smile snowballed into a roaring laugh modified by the the man’s mask. Douma wasn’t exactly reciprocating. He simply watched until Anarchy addressed him. However, the Angel of Silence could feel what the other criminal was thinking. Firstly, he detected the fear. Distortion Sakkaku: Haze was doing its work. However, there was more. Anarchyw as aware of the game Douma was playing. There was only so much he could do on the physical level, especially against someone like Anarchy. However, the Bount realized that Douma was fighting a mental battle as well. The longer the fight went on, the worse Anarchy would fair emotionally.

But Douma was certain that the man would be able to hold out for a good deal longer. After all, he sensed mentally fortitude. He sensed a purpose. Anarchy was fighting for a lot. He had an end goal, and his resolution would be difficult to shatter. Simultaneously, the thrill of the fight was driving him forward. As he realized that there was more to Douma that he initially expected, a primal excitement built up within him. Douma’s been intoxicated with adrenaline before, as he was at that moment. However, Anarchy was feeling something more. It was like he was… hungry.

And what makes you think that because we use the same weapon we’re one and the same?” There was no need for the Angel of Silence to respond, not to such a pointless question. But Anarchy was trying to make a point. He was trying to make it clear that he wasn’t Jin Yamada, but Douma glimpsed the truth thanks to his energy sensory. Anarchy’s definitely reacted strongly when Jin Yamada’s name was mentioned, and it had to be that the name meant something to him. He had to have at least known Jin if the legendary Bount was truly dead, but nothing was for certain.

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”They say you shouldn't assume. Or insinuate...” Now Douma was smiling. There was that little undertone of anger there. Anarchy was angry. And scared. And excited. And strong. And he was about to attack. When Anarchy bridged the gap between them, Douma was prepared. He had his sword raised even before the step technique that brought the other masked man so close. He was getting serious now. The instant Jin Yamada came up, Anarchy began more interested in killing. He wasn’t even close to his full power yet, but he wanted Douma dead.

The technique Anarchy used to vanish was clearly a step technique, for Douma could see and feel the reiatsu gathering at the man's feet. However, the shinigami didn't anticipate the crushing pressure that suddenly choked him, temporarily breaking his focus. He knew Anarchy was strong, but... Is he... this far above me? Douma had felt that kind of pressure once before. This man was at Adalo's level. He was incredibly strong, one of the strongest people Douma had faced yet. But if he wanted to take Adalo's head, he couldn't lose here. It was too early for him. He couldn't win but... he couldn't back down either. If he turned his back on the fight to guarantee his own safety, he would never surpass the Primera Espada.

The choking feeling of gravitational delayed Douma's response, but he quickly resisted it and collected his wits just as the yoyo right before him was launched. He sensed the other one coming from his left with energy sensory, completing the trap Anarchy set up. With such a short distance, between him and the first yoyo, the only action he could take without getting sliced like a kebab was using Shunpo to narrowly escape the blade. It seemed most reasonable to escape to his right, but that seemed like what Anarchy intended. After all, it was the most logical escape path. However, Douma had the opportunity to take the Bount by surprise. In the split second of time he had, he pushed off the ground with shunpo toward his left. The only thing preventing him getting sliced by the wire, however, is the simple sword identical to that in his right that he summoned instantaneously before vanishing through Spiritual Projection.

Douma's after image lingered after he vanished, his glowing eyes glaring at Anarchy. However, right as he disappeared, a sound would ring through the heat of the battle. SNAP!! All of the tension in Douma's right hand from the yoyo disappeared, for Douma's blade cut right through the string. His energy sensory gave him a gage on the other man's reiatsu strength, and because those yoyos seemed to be composed of a material similar to spiritual steel, Douma knew that combining the force of his zanpakuto spirit with his own to strengthen the cutting power of the blade would be just substantial enough to destroy another weapon of equal resilience. It was no trouble for him to cut the string with shunpo spurring him forward.

However, the step technique didn't take Douma very far. Just a few feet, so he was still about five feet from Anarchy. But he didn't see Anarchy standing before him any longer. It was Adalo De-Mona, and he was going to take his revenge. Douma didn't let up for a second. The instant after he appeared, he immediately sped forward, closing the distance between himself and Anarchy in a split second. Shunka

But the trap was too simple. Anarchy was an expert with the yoyos, and if he were up against someone who didn’t have the tactical intellect that Douma held, he might have succeeded in getting rid of his enemy and going home to enjoy some tea while watching the kangaroos in his backyard. Something like that. Anyway, no, Douma wasn’t going to die with just that little trick. Anarchy was still holding back, for Douma wasn’t even threatened. If anything, Anarchy might be in a bit of trouble himself. However, he wasn't running but rather gliding with tiny pockets of reiatsu under his feet. It was a hoho technique, one not commonly used. Odds were that Anarchy hadn’t ever heard of it. Shunkashou, perfect for letting those like Douma get a sharp boost in speed. Just as Shunkashou activated, Anarchy may be tempted to reposition with a step techinque, but he would find the ground beneath him suddenly rising above the ground at a rate of 500, making it difficult for him to find the balance to escape. At 750 speed, Douma rushed toward the man from his right, slicing upward with his right blade to amputate the Bount's right arm (wow, that was a lot of "rights'). Shunkashou would allow him to easily curve his direction so that kept his torso pointed toward Anarchy while rotating around him, stabbing the sword in his left hand through the man’s torso. It would pierce his heart as it went past unless Anarchy countered.

Check… Douma thought to himself, smiling. His left arm was beginning to feel sore from the reprecussions of Ichi and the gravitational pressure was threatening to suffocate him if he didn't resist, but it was check nonetheless. However, it was only the first check. There were going to be far more to come before he brought the other king down.

Reiatsu Remaining: 8900/10,000 (-300 for Shunkassou, -50 for Spiritual Projection, -50 for Shunpo, -100 for Ichi, )

LSM Prep: 4/5

Haze: 4

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Technique Name: [Shunkassou (Flash Glide)]

Class: [3]

Technique Type: [Other]

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects: [This is yet another variation of the Shinigami stepping technique, Shunpo. Shunkassou gathers two pools of Reiatsu beneath the users feet, and basicly lets them float around on them. This technique was designed to be more manuverable and combat effective than the original Shunpo. It does not instantly take one to the destination of ones choice, rather, it lets you move around freely. Its cool because you can even use this to glide up walls and stuff, and even hang upside down! The Reiatsu creates a sort of friction between it and the object you're "gliding" on which prevents you from falling off.]

How to use technique: [Pool Reiatsu beneath your feet, and glide on!]

Drawback: [While this does allow continueous movement, its also one of the slowest variations of Shunpo. It only increases speed by x2.5 while using this technique. On top of that, it costs Reiatsu equal to 3/4s of the original technique cost, meaning it costs 300 Reiatsu each post to keep active.]

Made by: [Taien Hadohou]


Technique Name: [Ichi (One)]

Class: [4]

Technique Type: [Other.]

Usable By: [Shinigami.]

Technique Element: [Non-Elemental]

Technique Description and Effects:

Aptly named, Ichi, also known as "Strike", is the first of the Numbers technique line. Working with their Zanpakuto Spirit, the Shinigami manifests an aura around their Zanpakuto, a ghostly, translucent aura that flickers and fades in and out. This lasts for five posts, and grants the Zanpakuto a special power for the duration of the technique. For the duration of the technique, either the striking speed doubles, or the striking strength doubles.

Additionally, while using this technique, the user is able to perceive their Spirit holding the Zanpakuto with the user, as a faded out image. No one else can perceive their Spirit, unless they have the required Energy Sensory to normally see one. Essentially, the Spirit wields the blade along with the technique user.

How to use technique: [Communicate with Spirit, work in tandem with it.]

Technique Drawbacks:

Class Four Reiatsu cost. Depending on the Spirit, the relationship they have with their wielder, and their nature, the spirit in question may not choose to lend aid to the wielder. Physical and spiritual fatigue if they do help. Damage to the users arms, due to either the increased speed or increased strength, in the form of strained or sprained muscles, as well as possible overextending. Mastery of this technique lessens the damage done, as well as overextending, due to the user knowing how much strength/speed they have and are able to handle.

Made By: Taien Hadohou

Reserved?: [No.]

[Jin Yamada]

The eyes of the Bount mercenary named Anarchy were locked on the masked man before him, yet the sound he heard didn’t match with the masked man’s movements. What?! Underneath the mask, Anarchy’s eyes widened in surprise to find out that his wire had snapped. He didn’t need to see the large disc at the end falling to the ground, but rather he had felt the sudden loss in tension in the metal wire. Somehow, without moving, Douma had snapped his wire. No, that wasn’t it. There was a release of reiatsu before the wire snapped, but it was too small to be from a defensive technique. It was more than likely a step technique. That was the conclusion that the mercenary had come to with his incredible level of battle analysis.

The mercenary named Douma thought he was setting up a trap for Anarchy, but in actuality he was falling right into the one Anarchy had set. The Bount saw the image of Adalo De-Mona before him but at this point, he was beginning to realize the trickery with which Douma was using to make him see these images. With such a strong will and an incredible level of battle analysis, Anarchy’s mind was beginning to work around the illusions which Douma was casting. Of course, his body felt the fear as a result of the technique Douma had cast, but he was beginning to gain control of his instincts so that he would no longer jump at seeing the monster Douma was presenting himself as with his illusion. Pretty soon, the Bount’s mind would no longer feel fear at the illusions he was seeing.

But, that wasn’t the trap that Anarchy had set for Douma. No, it had been in his earlier attack. There was no way an opponent of Douma’s level would fall prey to the mercenary’s attack earlier. Maybe a weaker opponent would, but Anarchy was beginning to see that Douma wasn’t a weaker opponent. To be able to cast an illusion that even affected him despite the power he had gained was an incredible feat. His potent reiatsu should have been able to shrug off the effects and allow him to see right through them, but it was taking longer than normal. Anyway, Anarchy’s attack had been set up with the intention of making Douma come towards him and attack while those yoyo were launched. It was true that Douma had dodged the attack by snapping the wire connecting one of the yoyo, but his action afterwards had still been predicted by the Bount mercenary. Douma was going to come to him.

So with that, Anarchy had no reason to try and escape with a step technique. He was prepared for Douma’s counterattack already. Even if he wanted to, he could sense the slight movement in the ground beneath him before the ground launched up into the air. Had he tried to step off of it, he would have tumbled and fallen. And then Douma would have taken advantage of his fall to inflict a wound that would decide the battle. But, he wasn’t going to fall for that. Instead, he allowed himself to be off balanced by the sudden rising of the ground beneath his feet and twitched his left hand subtly. It was such a small movement that Douma wouldn’t be able to see it from even 5 feet away. So, having already prepared himself, he wasn’t surprised when he saw Douma rushing towards him as a blur. A smile spread across his face beneath the mask.

The masked man named Douma was successful in taking Anarchy’s right arm, but before he would realize what was going on, he was already spinning to deliver a fatal strike to Anarchy’s heart from behind. His severed right arm suddenly moved at Anarchy’s full speed towards Douma as the man was spinning around, trails of mist connecting it to the rest of Anarchy’s upper body. Douma’s back would be facing the arm as was spinning right in order to face Anarchy’s back to deliver the stab with his left hand. Upon completing his turn, he would find a hand launching at his throat. He was already committed to the stab and in the momentum of completing that turn of his. Suddenly halting his movement and backing off would be incredibly difficult. Even more so because of the fact that the arm was moving towards his throat as Douma was moving in with the momentum of the stab. Upon grasping the man’s throat, if it did, the hand would choke him and hold him there with all of it’s strength. If he found a way to defend from it, that small amount of time he took to defend himself from the hand would leave him open for what came next.

Soon after the hand gripped his neck, the black disc—having been recalled using the wire launcher gauntlet by the subtle twitch of Anarchy’s hand earlier—burst through Anarchy’s body and slammed into Douma’s stomach. Such an impact using the wire launcher gauntlet’s system that normally allowed objects connected to it to impact with a strength of 300 would send Douma flying. If he looked down as he flew through the air, the mercenary would find himself impaled by one of the blades that were connected to the black disc which had slammed into him. Normally, he would have been able to protect himself with cutback, but because of Anarchy’s reiatsu strength coating the weapon as that golden aura, it would be able to pierce through even Douma’s cutback. He would even see that the disc had moved through Anarchy in order to reach him. He would probably be wondering why Anarchy had allowed himself to be skewered by his own weapon in order to attack Douma. He would get his answer upon seeing the mist which connected the severed right arm to Anarchy’s right shoulder and the mist which was connecting Anarchy’s upper half to his lower half, the Angel of Silence would realize the trap which he had walked into.

The hand suddenly let go of him and reattached itself to Anarchy’s shoulder at the same time that the mercenary stepped backwards so that the wire of the disc was no longer inside of him. Upon stepping back, Douma would see the man’s body reforming and sealing at the waist, the same happening with the arm as if no damage had occurred. ”Almost…” the Bount taunted as he leapt backwards off of that slab of earth and landed on the ground below them. He twitched his wrist again upon landing and the large disc once more flew back towards him. This time, however, he caught it in his hand and simply stood there, staring up at the mercenary who called himself the Angel of Silence. He unhooked the wire from the damaged disc, throwing it to the side, and connected the one in his left hand to his right wrist instead. Then he called out to Douma. ”Don’t worry. If you’re as strong as they say you are, that shouldn’t stop you from continuing. Show me what else you got, ‘ol chap. I like my prey to have some fight in them…” Anarchy taunted in that modified voice of his. If he was successful in that attack of his, Douma would be left flying backwards with a stab wound in his stomach that would need to be sealed soon to prevent blood loss. It would be an attack that would decide the battle from there.


Jin's Remaining Reiatsu: 3500/4000 (-100 for Nebel, -100 for reformation)

Active Items:
JJYAGP01 x1
-1 Damaged JJYAGP01
JJYAGP02
JJYAGP03
Wire Launcher Gauntlet

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{Nebel}
Technique Name: Nebel

Class: 5

Technique Type: Bount Technique

Technique Element: Mist

Technique Description and Effects:
This is a Bount technique which allows the Bount to dissipate into mist. This can be done only upon being struck by a physical attack. One must be impacted by an attack for this to work. Reiatsu based attacks do nothing to stimulate this technique. However, the mist can flow out to become a large mist that covers the area and makes impermeable fog. "So thick you can't cut it with a knife." The Bount can reform at any time. Maximum limit to how long said Bount can be mist is 6 posts. The Bount's body can "partially form" within the mist. While the technique is class 5, the reiatsu cost to form the body inside the mist is class 4 cost. (Dissipating and reforming are both separate class 5 costs.)

How to use technique: [How do you use this technique? List below.]
Stated above.

Drawback:
Costs are increased, as listed above. Bount who use this technique will suffer burning and pain in sunlight for 24 hours after its use.

Made by: Unknown Bount

Reserved?: No

[Douma]

Douma felt no resistence as his blade sailed through the space that Jin’s arm occupied. However, that was natural. His razor sharp sword could slice through most anything, especially after he charged the edge with reiatsu. What wasn’t natural was the surge of reiatsu he felt in the Bount as his attack struck its mark. Because he was moving so quickly, committed to his assault, Douma didn’t have time to look much at the severed arm, but his analytical skills combined with his high energy sensory told him all that he needed to know. He failed. The arm was still in tact, for Anarchy had used some sort of technique detach it without suffering an injury.

And while he stabbed the other masked man in the arm, he also learned that the Bount’s arm was mobile. It seemed to move on its own, redirecting itself right back at Douma the instant it was separated from its main body. And while Douma’s left arm guided the black sword through the man’s back, his right arm was still free. It was already elevated after cutting the arm off in the first place, so it took little effort for Douma to position it between the gloved hand and his own neck, resulting in Jin’s hand running into the blade and cutting itself. This time, however, he wouldn’t be able to anticipate the blade, for it was behind his head, making it difficult for him to negate the damage by turning his hand back into smoke.

However, there was another problem. The yoyo on the other side of Anarchy’s body had been pulled back and flew through the air toward the Shinigami. Douma normally wouldn’t be able to detect the weapon, especially since Anarchy’s own body obstructed his view. In this case, however, Anarchy coated the yoyo’s blade in reiatsu to circumvent Douma’s cutback. The negative of doing so was that Douma’s energy sensory could track the movements of the yoyo precisely. As Shunkassou ended and Douma’s movement slowed to his normal speed, he expected to narrowly dodge the yoyo by simply pivoting with his left foot, allowing it to fly past him. However, the horizontal spin of the yoyo widened its range, resulting the blade cutting two inches on his right side below his ribs. It hurt, and Douma winced, but the injury wouldn't slow him down noticeably. 

Douma could have pressed forward with his offensive momentum, but the situation was unfavorable. Any physical damage he did to Anarchy could be avoided with that smoke technique, and so Douma would have to find a new angle. That meant disengaging. Both he and Anarchy jumped back from one another. Douma smiled behind the mask, a smile of adrenaline-induced thrill. After the energy his expended and taking the first hit, his breath had gotten a little bit faster and heavier, just as Anarchy must be experiencing from the fear Distortion Sakkaku: Haze caused. But the battle had just begun. There was no time for fatigue.

“Show me what else you go, ol’ chap. I like my prey to have some fight in them.” Douma was impressed. Even with the terror his mind was fighting against, Anarchy was capable of taunting him and speaking directly to Douma as an equal. He was still horrified, of course, but he was fighting it. That fight would grow harder, for the more he looked at Douma, the more the fear petrified him.

“This isn’t the first time that you’ve fought monsters…” Douma began walking to the side slowly, beginning a circular path with Jin at the center. Each foot followed the other with slow precision. “But you know that I’m not just another demon.” As he spoke, his eyes seemed to peer deep into Anarchy’s gaze. His own movements grew blurry and hard to concentrate on, straining the Bount’s eyes. Douma even seemed slightly taller and bigger than he was before, only by a foot or two but still, significantly more intimidating. “I’m not just another challenger, Anarchy. And I’m not your PREY!”

When his voice suddenly rose, Anarchy would perceive it as a fiendish roar, undoubtedly forcing goose bumps to rise up his arms and force his body hair up. But while Douma was creating a terrifying display before Anarchy, he knew with certainty that he was outmatched. The man before him held immense power, the power of either the mythical True Bount or one who is close to him. If Jin Yamada were truly dead, Anarchy would certainly be his heir. Though that still left an unanswered question: ‘Is Jin Yamada dead?’

The fight still had much room to escalate, and Douma could escalate as well. But not for long.  Not as much as Anarchy could. For now, he only took a cut. The injuries he risks taking later would be far more substantial, and he couldn't guarantee a crippling hit on Anarchy yet. Doum could battle until his inevitable defeat, or he could turn this situation into an opportunity. “But I believe that you’re a demon too. Like I said earlier, we both have secrets. We both hold an undying rage and anger behind our masks.” Douma adjusted his path, gradually reducing the distance between himself and Anarchy.

“You’re not my enemy. My enemy is Soul Society. My enemy is Las Noches. My enemy is Adalo De-Mona. Not you.” Douma stopped only ten feet away from Anarchy, his satanic eyes calmly observing the Bount before him. “Tell me who your enemy is. Who is all that rage in Anarchy targeting?”

Reiatsu Remaining: 8700/10,000 (-100 for LSM Prep, -100 Haze)

Haze: 5

LSM Prep: 5/5 (Ready)

[Jin Yamada]

Damn...

The Bount mercenary cursed under his breath when he felt the white hot pain shoot through that detached right arm of his. It felt as if his hand had run right into something sharp. He was able to defend? Underneath the mask, the mercenary winced at the pain. The Bount didn't possess any tolerance to pain which he could have used to overcome the pain from that large gash he now had in his hand. Instead, he would power through it with the strength of his very will. I am their will, their hope, and their desires. It was this mantra that would allow him to forge through the pain.

That hand and the entire right arm withdrew from the blade as the yoyo launched towards Douma. That hand and right arm--which were attached to the Bount by a trail of ashen gray smoke--withdrew as the yoyo reached Douma, who was able to side step the attack. It was at that moment that Anarchy was turning to face his fellow mercenary and back off from their exchange. It looks like I underestimated you... And truly he had. He had expected Douma to leave that exchange severely wounded, and yet the masked man had been able to avoid a large portion of the damage. Instead of the gaping wound in his abdomen that had been anticipated, he escaped with a large gash on his side, just underneath his rib.

You've made me bleed... Anarchy mused as he looked down at his bloodied right hand. The white gloves, which had been so clean and pristine before, were now soaked in the crimson liquid which oozed out from the gash. His head lifted and he gazed upon his opponent, who had also chosen to disengage after the exchange. That was when he saw it. But it looks like I did get you afterall...

His eyes widened with excitement upon seeing blood dripping from the yoyo's blades. Douma hadn't been able to fully side step that attack. That meant they had both taken damage before disengaging. But, it appeared that Douma might have taken the most damage out of the two. A two inch cut into the skin, which was only half a millimeter thick, was not a small thing. That wound would become a problem later in the battle, but for now if Douma possessed the same kind of will as the Bount mercenary or any kind of pain tolerance, he would be able to hold off the pain for awhile. Only the pain, of course. He would need some kind of tolerance to bleeding so he didn't faint later from the blood loss that would occur as the battle progressed. As for Anarchy, there was nothing to worry about since he could heal his wound. But, he would save the fact that he could until later, at a time when It would be better to use.

Anarchy beckoned the masked man to come forward once again, taunting him as he did so, and Douma responded in kind. The Angel of Silence circled Anarchy as a predator would circle its prey. The Angel of Silence circled Anarchy as a predator would circle prey because he thought that he was the predator. The Angel of Silence circled Anarchy in an attempt to reverse their roles. But, what he didn't know was that he was highly outmatched. He was delusional if he believed he was the predator in such a situation. Maybe it was Adalo's reiatsu that made him so arrogant. Ohhhhh, Anarchy would definitely get to bit of information later, maybe use it as leverage, but right now, he needed to show the man just how much of a predator he was. Douma went on about Anarchy fighting monsters in the past and then the image of the monster appeared over him once again. The monster roared and almost obtained a response from Anarchy. Almost. Had he been a weaker opponent, Anarchy would have been cowering in fear at that exact moment. His instincts would have been telling him to run away, to get out. But as Douma would learn, Anarchy was on a different level.

Douma's show of power was in turn met with a powerful showcase by the Bount mercenary. Pressure came down upon him as suddenly it had before, but this time it was not as powerful as it had been. No, the pressure wasn't being focused on Douma this time. Douma would see it, no he would feel it before his eyes saw it. Reiatsu burst from the mercenary known as Anarchy, dispelling the false reiatsu signature his cloak had been giving off. Douma had been able to sense past it anyway. Golden reiatsu encircled the mercenary and enveloped him in its majestic glow. "You must not know much about me, do you?" the mercenary asked as that golden reiatsu swarmed around him.

Douma would see it only as a show of bravado, an attempt to counter the Angel of Silence's own bravado, but this was not the case. What he wouldn't realize was that Anarchy's display of his full power in that moment was meant to do more than just showcase the difference in their power. No, he was dispelling Douma's illusion. With his power, he could not be fooled by this level of illusion. It would be dispersed instantly by the power of the reiatsu which enveloped him. Only an illusion of Class 0 power could continue to have a grip on the Bount's mind. As his powerful reiatsu dispersed the illusion, the monster disappeared and he was met with Douma's true form.

The pressure faded before he spoke again. "My enemy is structure." Anarchy stated calmly in that synthetic voice. So calmly, in fact that it would seem as if what he was saying was the truth. The mercenary was telling a partial truth. While he did despise the Soul Society for their actions against Bount, he would no longer directly act against them. He could not afford to lose more Bount, but if the time came where he had a chance to hurt the Shinigami and prevent them from killing more Bount, he would jump at the chance, for the sake of his race. That was why he had taken that mission from Brothers Grimm. That was why he was willing to smuggle those drugs into Soul Society. When he spoke next, it was in a voice so cold and chilling that the Angel of Silence would wonder where Anarchy's playful, taunting personality had gone.

"I'm going to tear it all down. No more structure. No more Gods. No masters. Just pure anarchy...."

Suddenly, Douma would feel a cold, chilling feeling overcome him. The pressure was gone and replaced by this cold that pressed upon him. When he looked upon Anarchy, he would see no difference in appearance and yet, he would suddenly feel intimidated by the man's presence. It would feel as if the man standing before him was on a different plane of existence. He would feel small before the mercenary known as Anarchy. Were he a weaker man, the Angel of Silence might even feel the need to run, and live to fight another day. But, Douma was not the type of man to run and hide, and Anarchy knew that. Yet, he had still decided to use Cog, a technique known only by those dwelling in the Land of the Living, to intimidate his prey. He wanted to show Douma that he was the predator. That Douma was the helpless prey. With that explosive amount of intimidating power pressing on Douma's mind, would he be able to continue fighting? With no skill in strength of will, would he still be able to find the mental fortitude to continue past his body's instinctual response? That was the million dollar question.

Douma would only have a few seconds to consider it. With a burst of speed, Anarchy was there before Douma, right up in his face. Would he have been able to push aside the fear he felt from Cog quickly enough to focus his sensory on the minute reiatsu used in the step Anarchy had taken? Only Douma would know. Anarchy was there before him, his left foot between Douma's own to offbalance him. Appearing there, the Bount's right hand was already moving towards Douma's throat. As it did, Anarchy's reiatsu burst around him once again but it didn't last very long this time. It was just a small flash, just enough to serve its purpose. The flash of reiatsu would blind Douma, keep him from seeing what Anarchy was doing next. The black disc, in its small yoyo form this time, was released from that hand simultaneously to the flash of reiatsu, and would sail past the man's head and curve around in an attempt to wrap around the man's neck at the same time as that right hand was attempting to grab him. What will you do this time, Angel of Silence? Will you run...? Reiatsu was already surrounding the Bount, preparing for Douma's counter. Anarchy already had ways to counter Douma's escape from his attack. He also had other fun things in store for his fellow mercenary depending on how Douma countered.


Jin's Remaining Reiatsu: 3375/4000 (-100 for Cog, -25 for Movement)

Active Items:
JJYAGP01 x1
-1 Damaged JJYAGP01
JJYAGP02
JJYAGP03
Wire Launcher Gauntlet

[Douma]

OOC: Here's Kagami's old shikai for reference

Douma was no stranger to intimidation tactics. He used them regularly, even against the stronger enemies he has faced. He treated Anarchy no differently, but perhaps that was a mistake. Anarchy had the ability to use gravitational pressure to subdue the mercenary, so he was clearly a league above him in power. As the Angel of Silence continued to fight his mental battle against the bount with his illusions, Anarchy suddenly flexed his reiatsu, creating a golden aura around him. Douma could feel clarity wash through the bount’s minds as the fear-inducing illusions were vanquished. Looks like the game is up.

"You must not know much about me, do you?"

Douma did not see himself emerging victorious from this affair. No, it had been a mistake to attack Anarchy in hopes of bringing the infamous gun for hire down. But Douma still had the opportunity to reap fruit from what appeared to be a barren situation. ‘You must not know much about me, do you?’ No, but I hope to learn. There had to be a reason why Anarchy wore his mask. There had to be a reason for his activity in the underworld. He had a purpose, and the sooner Douma discovered it, the sooner he could escape death at the bount’s hands.

"My enemy is structure." Anarchy could not have been more obvious. There were few major factions that thrived off of structure and authority. The most prominent was Soul Society. Xcution and Las Noches were far too loose and free. Soul Society was the only group that passed laws and enforced them across all three worlds. Furthermore, Soul Society’s anti-bount policy is common knowledge, especially to one of the Gotei 13’s captains. Douma knew with certainty that Anarchy sought revenge just as Douma did. They were more similar than either would like to admit.

"I'm going to tear it all down. No more structure. No more Gods. No masters. Just pure anarchy...."

Behind the mask, a grim smile tugged on Douma’s mouth. Something about what Anarchy said amused him. I like this guy. Just as that thought left him, Douma’s mind froze with terror. Anarchy had used some sort of intimidation technique to pressure the rogue’s mind, and Douma had no mental defense. Anarchy had easily flipped the situation, putting Douma in a dangerous position. He pressed forward with his advantage as Douma struggled to conquer his fear, closing the distance between them with a step technique. The instant Anarchy closed the distance, Douma’s instinct took over. His mind wasn’t on offense. Every action from that point forward was about defense. He cared little about hiding his zanpakuto from the bount anymore. His life was the priority, and the Angel of Silence would not die.

At his hip, Douma’s blade transformed within its scabbard to the crimson colored curved sword. It’s appearance remained hidden, but it wasn’t the blade itself that mattered. All Douma cared for were its abilities. Douma didn’t have time to analyze the situation, not with Cog stripping him of his wit. He had to defend, and he did so in the best way he knew how. Suddenly, a triangle of mirrors appeared all around him, each mirror wall with a length and width of three meters. Anarchy’s attacks were not powerful enough to penetrate the barriers, so both the yoyo and hand would crash to a halt

However, just where Anarchy’s hand was about to meet the mirror, a blood red blade emerged from it. Anarchy’s own hand blocked his vision of the blade, for it only came out with Anarchy’s palm less than an inch from the wall. If he failed to detect it, the entire blade would go through the length of his arm, splitting the bone and causing him to bleed profusely. He’d lose function of that entire limb. Meanwhile, Douma would be safe. At least for the time being. But he was still fighting a losing battle. That would have to change.

“I’m on a quest for vengeance too, Anarchy. If structure is your enemy, I feel that we have a common enemy. Soul Society. Las Noches. Xcution. The Vandenreich. I want to bring them all down, but I can’t do it alone. I concede that your power far exceeds mine, but even you cannot battle all those institutions alone. Why fight the same demons alone when we can battle them together?”

Reiatsu Remaining: 8350/10,000 (-150 for 3 mirrors, -200 for shikai)

Shikai: 1/10

[Jin Yamada]

Thump

It was the sound that first alerted the masked mercenary to his failure. It was the sound that first alerted the mercenary and the way in which the toy-like weapon ricocheted that told him his attack had failed. It was the sound and that ricochet that alerted Anarchy to the presence of a defense to his attack. Huh? It was quite perplexing indeed, the way in which his yoyo seemed to bounce off of thin air. No wait, it had bounced off of another yoyo?! Not only that, but his boot had hit something infront of it when he landed. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t already planning around Douma’s counter. Rather, this had been unexpected. It had been unexpected because he had not expected to be fighting against this type of ability.

What…is this? The Bount no longer saw Douma, the Angel of Silence standing before him as he attacked. Instead, he saw himself. He saw his own image lunging towards him, hand outstretched to grab him. A reflection of himself. It was a reflection of himself. A mirror…? The Bount’s mind was already working as soon as that yoyo bounced off of what he now knew to be a mirror wall. At first, he was trying to figure out whether Douma was who he thought he was, but then he decided to scrap that thought and return to it later. There were more pressing matters to attend to.

With his incredible ability to analyze battle and his high instinct, he was able to come up with a way to remove himself from the situation in order to prevent a counterattack from the Angel of Silence. During his attack, he had launched his hand and then released the yoyo he held within it. The yoyo, which moved at a speed of 3 feet per second, had been expected to reach Douma and even wrap around his neck before the hand would. So, when the mirror had appeared before Douma, the yoyo had reached it while his hand was still moving forward. And as his hand was moving forward and he noticed that the yoyo had bounced off of something conjured to defend Douma, he realized that his hand would meet the same fate. He wondered whether coming into contact would have some kind of effect on whatever touched the mirror. Maybe transport him? Or what if the mirror made his reflection reality? The yoyo could have bounced off of a realistic reflection of itself rather than the mirror. Either way, the mercenary didn’t want to find out.

In his mind, he had already planned a counter for Douma’s dodge and retaliation. But now that Douma had shielded himself, Our shadows are no longer linked… It was pointless to use that technique, and he couldn’t use Nebel again because Douma would be expecting it. Having used it once, it was no longer a surprise. So, there left only one other option, an option he had hoped to hold off on. Given how draining it was to use it, he wanted to save it for as long as he could. It couldn’t be helped, he realized, as a golden aura swarmed around his body. In that moment, with the appearance of that aura, two things would occur for the Angel of Silence.

Firstly, Douma would once again be subjected to fear, but this time the fear would be worse, more absolute and intense, a fear unlike anything he had experienced before, a fear that would grip his mind and make him feel insignificant before the might of Anarchy. Secondly, the blade protruding from the mirror would be repelled, forced back into the mirror with a force of 1050 strength before it could protrude further. The aura, which extended for two and a half inches from his body pushed against the mirror, but given Douma’s own level of power, the mirrors held up against the force of Ken and didn’t budge. They showed defiance in the face of Anarchy’s power. But, it didn’t matter if they didn’t budge because Ken had succeeded in protecting the Bount from the blade he had been unaware of and pushing him away from the triangle of mirrors.

He allowed himself to be pushed away from the mirrors by Ken and slid along the ground until he came to a stop. Ken was immediately switched off so that he could conserve his stamina and he stood up fully. He twitched a finger and then lifted his hand to catch the returning yoyo. Then, he focused his attention on the triangle of mirrors that had surrounded the Angel of Silence. As he stared, all he saw was his own reflection. All he saw was Anarchy staring back at him. Mirrors, huh? Wasn’t there a Captain with that ability? Beneath the mask, Anarchy smirked, realizing that he might have a clue as to who he was fighting. Well, of course he was fighting Douma, but now he knew who he was really fighting. Douma had no way to prove that Anarchy was in fact Jin Yamada, but with the display of that ability, Anarchy had proof to sustain the theory that Douma just might be…Kagami Murai. As someone who was always looking for an opportunity to strike back at the Shinigami indirectly, he kept himself informed of the top members of the Gotei 13. This was only a theory, and one he still couldn’t prove; however, unlike Douma, he chose to remain silent about what he knew until he could fully confirm it. He didn’t need to use the information as leverage since he was already overwhelming Douma. The difference in their skill was evident. So instead of mentioning it, he addressed the other mercenary’s choice of defense.

”Ohhh….did I scare you that much? Are you going to hide in there until I leave?” the Bount asked mockingly. In a modified voice, similar to that of a masked Vizard, Anarchy laughed. It was a creepy, echoing laugh that would be imprinted in Douma’s mind more strongly because of the fear Ken had caused him to feel. He laughed at the Angel of Silence. He laughed at the Angel of Silence and continued laughing as he flicked his wrist up and down, sending his yoyo up and down with each flick. Now I understand why you mentioned having secrets. It also explains how he knows about Jin Yamada. About me. But, why would a Shinigami Captain turn on Soul Society? Why would a Shinigami turn to the world of crime? Is this a game to him? To play both sides of the field? I need to find out if he really is who I think he is… The Bount’s mind filled with many more theories on why the man before him was betraying Soul Society, but none of those theories mattered until he heard the reasoning right from the man’s mouth. Until then, he would wait patiently. He was a patient man, after all. And he could wait all day for Douma to come out of that makeshift fort of his. Well, wait and taunt Douma while he was at it.

”If you’ve noticed, I don’t play well with others. Plus, how can I work with a mercenary that would rather hide than face me? What grudge do you hold that requires all of them to be destroyed?”

Jin's Remaining Reiatsu: 3175/4000 (-200 for Ken)

Active Items:
JJYAGP01 x1
-1 Damaged JJYAGP01
JJYAGP02
JJYAGP03
Wire Launcher Gauntlet