Gaius Magnus [Mercenary Rank 3]

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[Gaius Magnus]

DOSSIER PART I

-BASIC INFORMATION-

-Name: Gaius Magnus
-Known Aliases: Gama; The Lightning Emperor; The Wayward Knight; MG; GM
-Real Age: 452
-Age of Appearance: 24-28
-Date of Birth: 11th February
-Current Residence: Zante, Greece
-Blood Type: AB+
-Affiliation: None
-Rank: Mercenary Level 3
-Type: Spirited



Important note: Following information is acquired from recordings of interviews which Ruben Noyerz did with subject and/or third persons. Ruben Noyerz is known as spiritually aware ordinary human, journalist. He has vanished two months ago without trace, and is presumed dead, however, some of his work was left behind, including interviews and notes about subject, recovered from various locations. All are attached here, in full, as they were recovered.

[Gaius Magnus]

DOSSIER PART II

-NON COMBAT INFORMATION-

-This recording first out of three recordings recovered from Ruben Noyerz's apartment in Vienna, Austria. It is numbered as third, however, it should be noted that recordings one and two were never found. This one is interview of subject, done by Ruben, ant topic is subject's appearance.

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"So, let us start. Tell me about yourself."

"Well, I am pure twenty four carat gold, baby! I am plain awesome, and I am so awesome that nobody can even -"

"Wait. Stop. Again. This time, try to be serious. And remember our deal. You get the information from me when we are done with everything."

"Yeah, yeah, Ruben. I'll get to it. Well, I am male, and I sand around six feet and 4 inches tall. Yeah, I know that is good height. I weight around two hundred and ten pounds. But I am not fat in a slightest, mind you. It is all pure muscle, every last bit of it. Well, almost something like that.Still, doc said I am good, given that i have merely ten per cent of fat constituting my body. So, yeah, most of me is rock hard muscle, Rub. I mean look at this abs. Trust me, you want them. Everybody does. But they can't have them they are mine. Anyway, I am proud of my abs. My six pack is so well defined I once even posed as a model for remake of some ancient Greek sculpture. That is how good they are. I work out every day to keep them this well defined, thought, to be honest, swimming helps most.

And it isn't only my abs. I have worked hard to define my muscles. So, I look good. Almost like a professional sportsman or something like that. And my legs are so well defined. They are quite muscular and strong as well. You could simply say the truth - I never, ever, skipped leg day. And my arms are good as well. Look at my biceps and triceps. They are incredibly well defined. But I know when to stop, and I stopped just at right moment. So my veins didn't pop out, as it often happens to people. Which is quite disgusting I might add. Still, all of my muscles are well defined and well trained. You might find it odd but I found a way to train all of them, even ones that we usually don't use. So look! I can move my ears in so many ways. I heard humans could do that in distant past, some couple of tens of millennia, and so I found a way.

As for my face, well, you can see the beauty by yourself. I do not have a round face, mine is more like a square or whatever. Still you can't resist it. And I mean it. I am super gorgeous. Oh, don't look at me like that, Rub. I gotta promote myself a bit. Alright, alright. I may not be that gorgeous, but I still am good looking. I mean, my chin is well defined, as are my cheeks, and well, they fit together quite nice. I have straight nose, and to accompany it, there is that big mouth of mine. Still, I am looking good. I lack a beard, because real mean don't fear to use blades on their faces! Well, that, and it looks ugly as hell on me. But I make up for my lack of beard with my freckles! Yeah, i got burnt by the sun so many times I actually got some! So yay for me, because they make me look younger, and much more handsome.

And my eyes... Ah yes, I would so fall in love with my eyes if I was a girl. I mean, they are super beautiful! They are so blue, so deep, so reflective, making you simply drown in their depths. I once stared into them in a mirror, you know, and for ten days straight! anyway, that is just my eyes. And look at my hair. It is somewhat dirty blonde, but is still naturally blonde, which is something not many people can say for theirs. And anyway, I like it short and messy, short to not get in way of things, and messy... well, that is for me to show off my spirit a bit. I am wild so my hair must be as well. Regardless, I am pretty much a bait for the ladies as it is now. Tall, muscular, blonde guy. So there you have it. Me in a nutshell, as far as looks go."

"And that tattoo? Or maybe some scars?"

"Well, this tattoo has some real meaning behind it. But first off, lets say that I like it a lot. I mean, look, it covers my entire right arm. And shapes... So many geometrical shapes. A globe like sphere with a sort of coordinate system! Who wouldn't like to have that? And I have it! On my shoulder! And actually, it is not a random sphere, it is sun, because you can clearly see some light beams coming out of it. And lets continue below. Underneath it, there is this! It may look like a lots of cubes stacked in an odd fashion, or maybe a lots of hexagons. Well, it looks like that because it actually is that. I chose this style because it is an interesting optical illusion. I mean, try deducing what exactly are these. And below the cubes-slash-hexagons, on my elbow, there is a tattoo of a tribal totem face. I saw this particular totem once, and I just had to have it's face copied and repainted onto me, because honestly that looks cool. And below the totem heads, and all the way down to my hand, there is this nice tribal pattern i like. And I don't mean tribal as in tribal style, I mean tribal as in a tribe gave it to me.

And below that, there is something else even. On my hand, on the back of it, there is simply a black omega that I have tattooed there. It's just that, a Greek alphabet letter. And that is not all. On palm of my right hand, in quite calligraphic style, there is tattooed the following. '21:6' That is what i have there. And I even managed to do that myself! So, cheese for me. I tattooed myself. It probably hurt a lot, but given I drank a bottle or ten to calm myself in preparation, I don't remember at all. Still, these last two that are on my hand, well, I like to keep them concealed with my gloves. Not everyone should be seeing them, because they are special. And they mean a lot. Do note, however, that omega tattoo has nothing to do with current standings of mine. It is a mark of the past. And a serious mark as well. But yeah, that is all about tattoos. And as far as scars go, well, I don't have any yet. I am yet to be hit with something that I won't be able to regenerate and heal with time."

"And what about other things? This is your Gigai, what about your plushie? And what about your clothing, and accessories?"

"Gigai? Sorry, but no Gigai here. This is one hundred percent my real, permanent body. I had a Gigai once, but it became my real body. I even bleed and sweat and everything, and it is all one hundred percent genuine. I maybe tell you some other time how I made my Gigai into a real, permanent body, but for now, lets just say that it looked pretty much the same, except, you could notice that it was not nearly muscular as I am, and that it lacked my freckles. Which was genuinely a shame. After all, they give me my charm. As for a plushie, well, never had that. I had a very different path in my life, one that thankfully sparred me being stuck in a goddamn stuffed toy. I mean, be stuck within something so soft with no muscle? That is a bitch to survive, and I, for one, am glad that that i avoided that. Hehehe, I am one lucky bastard...

As for my clothing it is quite good. I mean, I have so many different attires. After all, for every occasion, as a Mod Soul, I need to mod my attire accordingly. Hahahaha... You get it? Mod my attire... Never mind that, let us get back to the matter at hand. Well, first one is my battle attire. I wear this when I go on missions or I go to fight someone, or generally whenever I expect to break a sweat. Or when I go fishing with my boat. Generally, however, it consists of my pants, and i mean these I am wearing right now. These are black, and are somewhat baggy, though not much. They have normal pockets on their back and front, below the belt, and also have additional pockets on the front. Those are big and sturdy, located in knee area, but even when filled, they do not impede movement. Those pockets have additional red outline and of course, have buttons to keep them closed. Buttons are also red, and they have heart-like shape.

As for my feet, tabi boots are working like a charm for me. They are moderately deep, not reaching to my knees, but going above my ankles. These are quite comfortable, and allow me better grip wherever I am standing, thanks to the fact that it has toe separated, thus my grip to all surfaces and feel of all surfaces is better. Tabi boots themselves are black, though they have some blue details on the upper foot, and of course, some above the ankle, though it is mostly just for show. Main, and only important thing is that these are good, solid tabi boots that are durable enough to take punishment I am inflicting on them through use, and that is all that it matters. Well, that is mostly it for my battle outfit, though it should be noted that I not only fight with it, but I also train with it, and I also go fishing in it. For training, I add nothing else, but when I fight, I wear bulletproof vest, black in color, with a lots of pouches. It is military grade body armor, so it helps if any of ordinary Humans decide that shooting me is a good idea. And as for fishing, I replace that vest with well, life jacket. I made that one myself, so it is a bit odd, with collar being orange and inflatable and rest being light blue and made of foam. Still, I am proud of it.

As for my other outfits, you can see me in whatever the circumstances dictate. You can expect me in a suit if it is needed for a formal occasion such as business meeting, or in outfit common for whatever part of the world I am in in order to blend in on a mission. And in my place you can even see me only in underwear, because it's my home after all, and I can relax any way I want to. So yeah, basically you are getting it. I always wear whatever I need to wear. Except one piece from my closet. Tuxedo. Don't ever expect to see me in it. It is something that I keep around because I feel like I need to, but still, I dislike wearing tuxedos, so no, no way you will see me in it. Of course, it goes without saying that if I am adapting my outfits for the occasions, the same is with my footwear. I will wear whatever I need to, I am not picky. After all, I look good with everything.

As for accessories... Well, there are some you can always see on me no matter what the circumstances are. First one are my gloves. These are sturdy enough, and offer a good protection to my hands. They are black, however, backs of the hands are blue. There, in white, is this logo, you see, however, it is a mess to describe it so yeah, just satisfy yourself with the fact it is white logo on the back of my hands. And in addition, there are some fine orange details on the parts of gloves that cover my wrists. Because these do cover my wrists, and I personally think it is cool. and one final thing to notice about my gloves is the fact that finger tips are gone. So, yeah, i can use my smartphone and feel things with my fingertips properly, even though I have my gloves on. It is really cool, because that way, I have no need to ever, ever, take them off!

Second important accessory is my belt. It is also something I always wear, no matter what occasion is and regardless of outfit I am in. it is sturdy, made of durable letter. On it's sides, there are suspenders attached, I just let those fall down loose, I never wear those suspenders, actually, but they look cool, so I just had to leave them. On my right one I even put two badges. One belongs to the Greek coast guard, and other one is Italian coast guard. They are pretty cool, but they would cease to be if I actually put that suspender on, because they would end up being upside down. And, between the suspenders, there is a smaller belt attached to the main one, and this one has a small pouch on it, good to stash a small item or two. But it's real small, so I rarely squeeze stuff in it, though I kept it because it looks cool.

Well, that is pretty much it about my look. I may occasionally throw on a necklace or some tribal jewelry on me, just to look cool, but that is rare. One thing to note is that you will often find my hands occupied with my pipe. It is good, and it is nice, wooden, dark pipe with brass details. I also- HOT DAMN! What an idiot am I? And you with me. Here we are doing this long-ass interview, describing me and what not, when I could have saved us metric ton of time just by giving you a photo of mine. Here, take this one Rub. It should be quite accurate."

-The following photograph of a subject was recovered in Ruben Noyerz's notes left behind in his hotel suite in New York City, his last known destination before he vanished.

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-This is the second recording recovered from Ruben Noyerz's apartment in Vienna. This one is marked as number four, and is apparently covering some personality topics of subject's.

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{Play the recording}"So, Gama, how about you tell me more of yourself? For example, tell me what things you like and why. Don't just list, but explain. I want to understand you better, you know, and this is the way."

"Well, Rub, if you say so. I mean, I like a lots of things. After all, we all like some stuff and dislike other. For me, well, let me see. Let me start with colors. I like many colors. I like red, for example, because it reminds me of warmth and fire. And yellow, as well, because it reminds me of sun. But my favorite color of them all would without doubt be blue. I mean, it's incredible. Like a blue sky. Blue is so nice. And I really love that color. It is the best. Well, it also reminds me of myself a bit, you know. There is just such mystery in blue, and I am really really liking it. Well it is my color, truth to be told, so I like it a lot.

Also, I like Human world. It indeed is marvelous, flashy, captivating. I have extensively traveled it, and yet, always I am stunned by what one can discover. From the deepest jungles of and ancient ruins of Middle America to the depths of harsh tundras in Siberia, I have been to many places, and indeed, not only was I astonished by many beautiful things and wonders of both nature and man, but I also sense that I belong there. Human world is indeed the home of my race, in a way that our birthplace could never be. And yet, even in Human world, one place stands out. And I like it very much, so more than the rest of the world that it deserves a separate mention. Greece. Yes, Rub, Greece. It is the cradle of your civilization, yes, but it is a place where so many cultures and influences have met and are yet to meet, and it is no wonder that us Mod Souls are drawn to it. Some would even call it our homeland, though that is overstatement. Regardless, there is nothing like it in the entire world, and I really love it there.

And while we are talking places, let me tell you. I absolutely adore Greek food. I mean, souvlaki? It is the best thing you ever get to try on Earth. It has all the good tastes and good spices, the Greek cuisine. It had many outer influence, but I really love it., It is the best. And while we are at it, I also like Italian cuisine. Lets face it. Pizza! Pasta! Who can ever, ever, match these up? I mean, everybody must love those. And let me tell you, I am no exception. I love them. And well, entirety of Italian cuisine. And Chinese food! Dear god, those flavors! So many sauces and spices and so many rich tastes, it makes my head spin and my stomach hungry. What can I say? I love eating. Yup. I like to eat and taste good food. And I really make my good choices. I rarely miss and pick something bad. No. I love eating good, so I eat good. Food is sustaining life, so of course, it is also sustaining me, but why not throw in some enjoyment as well? Well, that is what I did. And I can tell you, I never ever was disappointed by the food. People, sure. But never food.

And it is not just eating that I like. I like to cook and prepare food as well. Cooking is great. It is seriously relaxing me, and well, I learned to cook well over time. You could say I am a damn well chef. But that would be understatement. I am best damn chef that lives, because I learned it. I taught myself over centuries! I have multiple lifetimes of merely cooking! So nobody can come close to me and my food! I am a great chef. And I like it! And another thing I love doing is fishing. You know, just grab my boat, go to the open sea and fish. Catch sharks, tuna, that kind of fishes. Basically, whatever I can by fishing with a rod on sea. Because that is the way I like to do it. And I like sailing in general. It is really cool, just you, sea below, sky above. It is a good way to meditate and think about stuff. Just go out there and sail.

And I love it. Freedom. Open sea. Big blue sky. What can I say, I love being free. And I love sailing. It's not just fishing. It is also just sailing around that I love. I mean, it beats all kinds of transportation. And traveling from point A to point B? Well, I do like to travel, but also, i like to travel in style. Why bother going by a cramped bus or a crowded economy class flight, when you can instead take an ocean cruiser or a private jet to your own destination? Seriously, it is a no-brainer. Everybody should pick the the stylish and more comfortable way. It only makes sense. Why would I be stuck with a lots of sweaty, smelly people when I can just travel nice with a bottle of champagne and entire cabin for myself? Well, good thing is that I can afford that.

But in essence all of those things, I like them because they give me the feel of freedom. And it is freedom that drives me. Nothing beats being free. I had to run my entire life to remain free. I had to fight for my freedom. To betray people. To kill for my own freedom. So, I value it above anything else. It is something that all of my brethren need, and what every being deeply desires, to be free. It is something strong enough to drive you to do anything for it. It is very, very sad that people are deprived of their freedom so easily, and so often. Well, at least I am free to bust them out of their shackles, so that must mean something. Well, I am one hell of an emancipator.

And while we are at it, there is nothing that has more space in my heart than my brethren. My kin. My family. It is weird to you, but not to us. All of us Mod Souls. We are all family. Ina manner no others can understand. We are not merely a race, but a gigantic family. And I love it. I love my family. I love my kin. I love all of Mod Souls, and I shall always, always go out of my way to help fellow Mod Soul. I shall always bloody myself if I have to, just to protect them. It is a connection that cannot be understood. We are connected between us unlike any race, except maybe Bount. They appear to be connected racially as we are.

And I like them too. Bounts are pretty cool when you think about it. They are basically vampires. And that is pretty cool if you ask me. I don't know, it may sound silly, but I like seeing their methods of fighting. I mean, sink onto shadows? Come on, who else can sink into bloody shadows? It is really cool, and I like Bounts because they can do cool stuff. Some of my best buddies were Bounts. And, truth to be told, between us Mod Souls and them Bounts, there is some sort of empathy. We are both artificial. Created by experiments of Soul Society. And then, we were cast out, both them and us, into the world, targets on our backs, orders to kill standing, our survival uncertain. Yes, similarity of our positions truly brings out unique empathy that usually you do not see between different races as a whole.

While we are listing things I like, I absolutely must mention swords. They are really cool in my opinion. It is sad, though, that people only see them as mere tools for killing. Swords are in fact so much more. They are testament to craftsmanship of their makers, and they show that great art can be made with merely anvil and hammer. Every sword is unique, the uniqueness defined whether by crafting, looks, or even it's purpose. But truth still stands that no two are the same. And because of that I like swords. They are pretty cool. That is undeniable. You know what is also cool? Origami. It's an art, made out of paper. It is really exquisite. And it has deep meaning. It transforms a blank sheet of paper into a great work of art. Origami truly shows meaning of life. For all of us, who are at the beginning a tabula rasa, can turn ourselves into great art, we can all make something out of ourselves. Origami is a great metaphor, and I appreciate it because of that."

"Is that all? Or you can name me more things you like, which you find important when defining who you are?"

"Not many. My only real important likes that I did not yet talk to you about are Bethesda's games, and Batman. Bethesda's games are great, and when I say I like them, i am more along the lines, that I love them. Such grand stories, accompanied by grand, beautiful worlds and comfortable mechanics, I love it all. I actually learned a thing or two from them. As for Batman, who doesn't wanna be Batman? It is super cool, hands down. And truth to be honest, I picked up some tricks of the trade from Batman movies and comic books. So never underestimate Batman, or you have also at the same time underestimated me!"

"Alright, alright... So, that is about things you like. What about things you do not like?"

"Ooooh, Rub, don't even get me started on those things! You know, I do tend to get fired up! And this is definitively going to get me fired up! But no, it is alright! I will talk to you. Just don't come to me later complaining that I didn't warn ya. So, here goes. Number one thing that would in every single situation be on top of my hate list - imagine drums playing now Rub - the one, the only, murderous bastards! SHINIGAMI! No, I am calm Rub. I am better than they are. I do not plan on wiping their race out. I do not even want to hold grudge, but they won't fucking let go of it! They hunt us, they kill us, they destroy us, and they won't stop until 'project is completely terminated'! SO BASICALLY, UNTIL THEY KILL ALL OF MOD SOUL! AND I WILL NOT ALLOW IT! Erm, yeah, I got too hyped up. Sorry. Point is, for what has happened, and for what is still happening, I deeply dislike Shinigami. That's pretty much it. I mean, If they wouldn't be hunting me down we could even maybe be friends. You know, I spent most of my lifespan among them. So, I know them pretty well. But because of that, their betrayal hurt all the more.

Never mind them, we go to next thing. Vandenreich. As if it was not enough to be hunted by Shinigami, these maniacs shown up and started persecuting us too. I mean, come on! Give us a break. Well, at least we didn't get it so hard as the Bounts did, but it did harm us. So, I do have a wish to send to Vanderpbitch, and that is: 'Live short, die painful, and just bloody vanish.' Yeah, yeah, I know, I am a real charmer. Well, on top of that, I dislike Sinners. Demons. All of them. They belong to Hell, and they should stay there. Sorry, but I cannot yet explain to you why I hate them, as that would spoil another piece of my story, and I do like talking. But yeah, I do not like Sinners. Nakabakki are exception. Those poor bastards didn't have any say in the matter, and I do not hate them because of their circumstances. That is evil thing to do, and you know me, I am not evil, Rub.

Another big dislike of mine are beans. While I do like food and eating and cooking, beans are an exemption. I cannot stand the very sight of beans, let alone their taste. They taste all wrong, and their smell is foul. Beans simply make me sick, make me wanna vomit. I mean, c'mon! It makes you fart, even! Nope, no beans for me. Not now, not later, not ever. And same goes for coke. I just hate the taste. Fizzy, sweet, bubbly, sticky piss with dark color and carbonated taste. I cannot just decipher do they use dog piss or cat shit as a base taste. Seriously, man, keep that shit away from me. Fanta is ok, though. And while we are at it, decaf coffee. Why? Just, why?! Why would someone remove the basic purpose of coffee. It is meant to keep you awake! And this.. this... heresy, that is what it is, this heresy is not only robbed of that purpose, but it also tastes like piss. So, yeah, thank you, but, no, thank you. Its foul taste is enough to kill me, and I do prefer living. And don't we all? Without me this world would be so dull.

Team sports are also a load of crap, lemme tell ya, Rub. I mean, bunch of grown people running after a ball? Or tossing it around? Or whatever the particular sport in question is about? Team sports are for weak. Strong individuals can carry their own burden, handle their own defeats and achieve their own victories. Team sports destroy that, breeding weaklings. When they lose, they all say it's fault of somebody else in the team. When team wins, everyone speaks of how it was them that secured victory and did most for it. It is just a bunch of horse shit, and they should be banned if you ask me. Team sports suck. But, well, there are things even worse than team sports. Like teenage girls! They are immature, loud, annoying, thinking they know something when they know nothing, merely a bunch of sheep used by consumer society, because they are ideal group, ultimate consumers. No wonder, of course you can sell anything to a person who has IQ on the negative side by default. Alright, this is going to far, to sum it up I hate teenage girls.

And, under any circumstances, wear orange or pink. Those colors I really do not like, except when it's food, but wearing them, like, them being colors of your attire, dude, we are done. I'm gonna go medieval on your ass, boy. Yeah, I just paraphrased 'Pulp Fiction'. Am I not great, Rub? And while we are at it, I just cannot stand the sight of high heels. I mean, they are torture devices for women - and some men! Who would go through such pain and lack of balance just to be a few inches taller? I mean, it is crazy to do something like that to yourself just for such tiny reason. But, short people are smaller, maybe the reason seems bigger to them? AHAHAHAHA, seems bigger... Get that, Rub? It seems bigger to them. Because the are smaller! Alright, I suck at this.

While we are talking about small things, well, let me say that I hate handguns. And generally, guns. Stupid, lame, and well, they were designed for a race that inherently has no powers of its own. But handguns, they are taking a whole new level here. I mean, dueling in the past has been two persons with swords. And pistols took that away, making duels into short and bloody affair where people die. And they allow any idiot to kill a person way braver and stronger than them. So yeah, I really, really am against handguns, and guns in general. But, can you blame me? They really are lame, and are ruining my trade as well, given the simple fact that every idiot can now be an assassin if he chooses, and well, you know how supply and demand work, don't ya, Rub? Regardless, enough of me blabbering about this.

What I also don't like are hypocrites. People who dare to preach to you and tell you how something is wrong, and how you are doing it wrong, but they are in fact also doing it that same "wrong" way! Hypocrites are weak people, weak in will, weak in mind, weak in personality. So when we strip them of their falsehood, they are nothing but merely weaklings. And a worst kind of weak persons. Weak persons that deny what they are to themselves and to the others, despite knowing it is true, and showing themselves to be of high moral fiber, when they are literally trash. And you know what's even worse? Smartpants. People who claim they know it all, thinking they solely know best. They claim to be experts on every single subject out there in the world, but, in a real situation, it quickly comes to light that they in fact know little or nothing. These people are not only annoying, but in fact, can prove to be extremely dangerous. Take a free one from me, Rub, and stay away from smartpants people.

Well, another important thing that I do not like are traitors. Why would anyone like them, Rub? They will simply betray you, and then you, who are loyal and have sick spins, will suffer because of their betrayal. When you are traitor, be aware of me. If you betray me, then, prepare to meet me. In a battle. After which you'll probably need undertaker, so take care to write your will and plan your bloody funeral. Because I bury traitors deep. Real deep. Like deeper than Kim K's asshole, Rub. Oh yeah, I dislike her too. Kim K should have been euthanized, or at least sterilized a long time ago, before she got the chance to spread her genes any further. Or somebody should have gone a more drastic way, and simply nuked the entire family. Instead, we got her, her family, and her dumbass fans spreading their mental filth. Really, I think that calls for a nuke or two, don't ya think that too, Rub?

Furthermore, I really find taxes annoying. I mean, how am I supposed to make a decent living when I only not have to launder all of my hard-earned, filthy blood money, but then I also have to pay bloody taxes!? For every 100 Ryo I make after I launder it and pay taxes, I only have measly 25 left! I mean, come on, for fuck's sake, can't a decent make a bloody decent living here? It is a ripoff, that is what it is, let me tell ya, Rub. It is highway robbery! And at least, highwaymen have the courage to tell you straight to your face, that they are robbing you. And bureaucracy? Don't even get me started on them! Lazy, slow, unprofessional, corrupted thankfully, but seriously, who likes them? Why cannot states run without them bureaucrats? It woiuld have been smoother, easier, and cheaper. But no, president's aunts have to all work somewhere, and same goes for prime minister's nieces and daughters-in-law! And the rest of us, we have to SUFFER THAT!

Now... It's hard to remember if there is anything else significant that I don't like. But, oh, here is something. I really, really hate cockroaches. They are just annoying, ugly little insects. Bloody bugs... you cannot even nuke them, they can survive radiation and everything. And well, let me see... Ah, yes! I cannot stand the sight of baseball bats. And baseball gloves. You can go ahead, and simply take it that I dislike baseball as a sport. Because it is also true, I hate team sports, and this one is especially stupid in my opinion. Swinging bats and tossing balls around... I would swing and toss 'em all up and straight to junkyard! Bloody baseball fans and players..."

"It's alright, that's enough for now, we have more than enough material..."

-This is the third and final recording recovered from Ruben Noyerz's apartment in Vienna. This one is marked as number five, and is covering more personality topics of subject's.

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{Play the recording} Alright, now, let me see what should we talk about next... Fears? Is that alright? Can you tell me what you are afraid of, Gama? What is it that frightens you, and why?"

"Well, Rub, I think I can actually talk to you about that. It is only natural to be afraid. Fear is inscribed into our very beings, Rub. It is a mechanism of self-preservation. It is there to remind us that what is in front of us is something that wee deem a threat to our very existence. People often say that fear is the mind killer. I disagree strongly on that one. Fear is not a mind killer. It is something that drives us to work harder, to exert ourselves more, to ensure our own survival. Fear is thus a mixed blessing. While it does drives us and keeps us alive, it can also be dangerous. It can take away from you that split second of time that will often let you dodge the fatal strike, or it can prevent you from landing a decisive blow, simply by being afraid of the opponent. You must master and conquer your own fears, Rub. That is what Master told me. While I cannot claim I have done it as he did, I at very least know my fears very well. And I am willing to share that with ya, Rub.

What I am most afraid right now as things stand, is the extinction of Mod Souls. We have always been low in number. And that number always has been going down, never up. We do not breed like other races do. Maybe if we could all reach the level I am on, then it would perhaps be possible, but without having real bodies, we cannot. Our numbers dwindle by day, and there is little hope. Our fate is quite dire, you know. But that is what comes with being an artificial creation with little future. So, yes, I am afraid of that. That we will die out. That we will disappear without a single trace, that we will vanish with a whimper rather than go out with a bang and blast. And it is terrifying. To know all of your kin are destined to vanish. And to merely expect not if will happen or not, but simply when it will happen. I fear for my family Rub. And the fear is very, very real, and very rational.

What I am also afraid of is the war. Look at it Rub. You know it. You have seen it with your own eyes. The wars of spiritual world. And it has been perpetual. Always going on, never stopping. Even when it appeared like there was peace, still, all races struggled and fought against Hollows. And let me tell you, wars are only escalating. Becoming greater. All-encompassing. As things stand, Rub, I have good reasons to fear war. Because if not stopped, this conflict will devour the world. It will plunge it into chaos, and then it will tear it apart and destroy it. All that has been built will be erased. The end of the world. Armageddon. And I can feel that it is inevitable, lest we somehow create peace. That is why I agreed to do this and help you Rub. We must stop it. Or face our end, forever. Because these wars are threatening to tear apart the very soul cycle, and end the universe, as things stand.

I am afraid of being corrupted, as well. I am afraid that I will fall into the darkness, into the evil, that I will stray away from my path. That I will fail my mission. And if I fail it will be the end of my race, as well as the end of one known as Gama. I know how it looks, to succumb to corruption. To evil every last one of us harbors within. We are all tempted by our inner demons. I am afraid that I will fall, that I will succumb to my inner darkness. That I will forget my mission, and that I will turn to blind rage, and thirst for revenge. And I saw it happen. A great warriors fell to darkness, and caused great suffering. I fear that I shall myself do perhaps the same. Then again, maybe I will not, for as long as I fear it I shall be aware of dangers and thus avoid it. But I will lie if I say I am not afraid of it Rub. I fear it.

And wait, Rub, don't interrupt me, If I stop I won't be able to continue. There is one last fear. Out of all men I ever met, I only fear one. 33rd Captain Commander of Gotei 13, Tamajosho Aryuusai. I know that the man is long dead, but the fear remains. It is not that I fear his successors. Nor do I fear the flames of Ryuujin Jakka. But I do fear that man. Even though he is dead, he still haunts my nightmares sometimes. I only did meet him once, and I fought him that time, but I am afraid of him still. Even though wounds have healed a long time ago, and no scars remain, I am still afraid of him. That man was something else entirely. He was something not of this world, let me tell you that. Even after all these decades, I fear him. I wake in the night, bathing in my own sweat, memories of that battle and that day still haunting me. But I at least can be sure that it is over. That man is long buried, and I am the one who still walks under skies of Human World. Regardless, that is pretty much all, Rub, regarding the things I am afraid of."

"Thank you very much for sharing this with me, Gama. Lets move to another subject, if you want. What about your goals in life? What is it that you want to achieve?"

"Now, that is something I am more than willing to discuss with you. My goals are not that unknown among the people, so I would be happy to share them with ya Rub. But please, don't judge me for them, please. After all, I am but a man. I mean, superior, flawlessly looking sexy beast, but still a man. So promise me, no judging!"

"Alright, alright, pipe down, Gama. I promise. So, how about you tell me?"

"Sure thing Rub. Here goes. My number one goal in life is related to my kin. It is freedom for Mod Souls. I want to create for them the opportunity, to allow them to create their own existence, free of persecution, free of fear, with freedom to live as we want, and with nothing there to hold us back and force us into hiding and fear. But for that to happen, Two things are needed. I need to finish my mission Rub. You know what it is, and I will not explain to it while being recorded. It is not to be revealed yet. And also, your goal of everlasting peace would have to come to fulfillment for that to happen. But that is my dream. To build a world where we can truly be free of persecution, of having targets on our backs, of being forced to hide and live in shadows. It is one thing I strive to achieve actively. I do many things, either behind the scenes, or in the open. Many talks, many alliances, trying to create a network that would create at least some security for us. We really need it. Freedom is what we need.

My second goal is to reach enlightenment like my Master did. He is truly great, wise person, far more wiser and far more knowledgeable than anyone else. He has reached enlightenment, truly. His state of mind is calmer than the water, and I certainly won't lie if I say that his wisdom is nearly limitless. As his apprentice, I picked up a thing or two, but I am still way behind his level, and to be frank, it would easily end up taking me centuries to reach Master's level. But, it would be worth it, just for the sake of having such deep insight into people and the world and everything. After all, wisdom is not just knowledge, it is a state of mind that has to be reached, Rub. Truth to be told, I am far away from this one, but it is far, far, far away from my reach. For now at least.

My third goal would however be to own a franchise. And not just any type. I want to start the best sea food restaurant chain in the world, and also to have a fleet of fishing ships to supply my restaurants. Then, I could set the system up to run itself, with me just scooping my hard-earned cash, and I could sit on Zante and relax, probably go fishing once in a while, and live the life at my own pace. I mean, I am doing all of that already, except I do not have multi-million franchise that is dropping the cash into my pocket. Still, I already know even how would all restaurants look like, and how would waiters be dressed, and even what would I have on the menu! All I have to do is to figure out where to get myself cash to start it up. Oh, and the most important thing as well, which would be the name of restaurant chain. You know, I am really torn between few possibles, Rub, so I am putting off the decision to the moment when I would have to decide.

My fourth goal is to go to the Moon. I mean, it looks cool. But how friggin' cool would it be if I could actually go to the Moon and you, know, check the place out at least. There are a few private space companies that could send me for a relatively cheap price. Well, cheap when talking in terms of space industry. In terms of real world cash, it is more than annual budget of many states, but, well, best things in life are indeed expensive. And well, lets face it, I deserve the best. Except I cannot yet afford that. Going to the Moon is darn expensive. But I will do it. One day I will. Even if I have to wait for it a few centuries so that it becomes cheap. I will do it. Wait, actually, waiting is a great idea. In a century or two it will be really cheap probably. Too bad I am impatient to wait, Rub.

My fifth goal is to find Edel-Sinaba. You are unaware of it, Rub, most probably. It is a myth, a legend. It dates from our struggle against the Shinigami before our flight from Soul Society. You see, during our conflict with Shinigami, which took place in Soul Society, Mod Souls were organized into communities, and formed settlements deep within Soul Society wilderness, to avoid Shinigami. During the Flight, all surviving communities that weren't destroyed and killed off by Shinigami fled to human World. Except one. Today, it is a legend among Mod Souls. Some say it was terminated and thus it was never found. Some say that they hid so deep and well, that they were never found, and that they continue to thrive in our homeworld, still hidden from the Shinigami. Regardless of what they support, people started referring to the community itself by the names of its leaders. I do believe that they are still out there, hidden. And it is my wish to find them, to discover how they remained hidden all this time, and how did they develop. I shall find them one day, I promised myself.

My sixth goal is to fulfill the Creator's dying will. On his deathbed, he entrusted me with it, and it is something that I must do, in order to make him rest in peace. Also, in order to make peace with myself and my past as well. What he has entrusted to me is incredibly important. Not only for me. But also, performing what he wanted of me may just be the salvation of our entire race. Therefore, I must do it even if it kills me. At any cost. And I have one final, seventh goal. I want to kill Alexander Kuma-Hebi. I wish not talk about the reasons. All that matters is that I want him dead, and dead by my hand. That is all I have to say about my goals, Rub. I hope its enough."

-Following recording is first one out of two recordings recovered from an abandoned safehouse located in suburbs of Seoul, South Korea. This one is labeled as number seven, and it should be noted that number six was never recovered. These two are specific because they are not interviews with subject, but rather, an unidentified persona, but are still addressing some personality topics of subject's.

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{Play the recording}"So, tell me, you and Gama are long time pals, no? How about you tell me about him? What are his habits? His flaws of character?"

"Alright. Let me get one thing straight first. I am doing this only, and let me emphasize that 'only', because Gama told me to pitch in and help out. I am not a traitor and I am not going to betray him no matter what you do."

"Relax, nobody is asking you to. Gama just wanted you to talk to me about him a bit, that's all."

"Fine. I will gladly do as he asks. Now, you wanted to talk about his flaws? I can deliver. He is better than most people, that is true, but Gama himself is not by any chance flawless. He is not a robot, but an actual person, and thus, he is to a degree flawed, as we all are. First thing that comes to mind when talking about this is his overconfidence. He is not arrogant, but he sure as Hell is overconfident. I mean, it is alright to have confidence, but he is overdoing it. All of that 'i am uber, i am god' stuff of his is directly result of his overconfidence. It tends to scare people away sometimes, but what is worse, it tends to get Gama into bad situations, you know. Overconfidence can cost you a lot in the field of battle, and it is no different for him. He is so overconfident that he will sometimes neglect to properly pay attention to his surroundings, both in and out of battle. And trust me, it can both make you miss incoming attack and a subtle change of feelings in somebody you care for. But then again, times have been hard for him since always. Don't know, maybe it is how he deals with it. Regardless, he is way to confident for his own good.

Another one is his stubbornness. when he is set in his way, you can just as well give up, you will never, ever get him to change his way. I mean, he is harder than a rock in that regard. He simply is not ever going to bend, nor will he break, for that matter. It is extremely annoying, especially when he is in the wrong, but damn it, being the stubborn fool, he will rather die than admit it. And that is his big shortcoming. I mean, you know, a good leader has to listen to others and take advice from them. Gama just isn't that type. He is really stubborn to Hell and back. I mean, let me give you an example. Once we were having a breakfast and he was the one making it. And I told him not to mix up sugar and salt since they were in similar containers. He told me to bugger off and not worry. End result? He mixed them up. And when I told him that he told me that eggs are perfectly fine and tasty and proceeded to eat both mine and his portions. Now I could see on his face that I was right and that he too was forcing himself to eat that terrible sweet eggs, but damn it, he ate it all and said it was the best he ever had. That is how stubborn he is.

Oh, and he is somewhat of an egocentric. He loves himself a lot, and always glorifies himself. Now I said somewhat, because he is aware that other people, more important than him exist, and there are some whom he would always put before himself, like all of us Mod Souls. But still, he likes to grab the spotlight, to be the center of attention, so yeah, he is egocentric. Don't judge him for that. He is alright, it's just the way he is. It is natural thing for someone like him who propelled himself all the way to here by himself, from the bottom, to develop this trait. Regardless, he is somewhat an egocentric, but that does not make him bad person. He is not too egocentric even.

Now, if you ask me, his number one flaw is his too big empathy for Mod Souls. I mean, for them, he is extremely empathic, and feels that troubles of every single one of us are his own. Now, having that to a degree is good, but in his case, it goes to far. It turned into a weakness. One that is fairly easy to exploit for his enemies. After all, he will always do everything he can to make sure not a single Mod Soul was a casualty in any given situation. But what he doesn't realize is how easy it is to make it so that he ends up trading his own life for theirs, or to walk straight into a trap. Gama is simply too much of an idealist sometimes, and thus fails to see bad sides of things. Like in this thing.

Another important one is his insistence on using imperial measurement units. The entire world uses metric system, but no, Gama has to be different. And he isn't even good at it. Whenever we are talking stuff like that he has to pull out a calculator to calculate conversion rates. He sucks at that and yet he is so bent on using imperial units that it is a pain to witness. I really hope that he comes around, though. Regardless, knowing him, it will be never, so we might as well give up on that. But, I would have nothing against this flaws if he could show me a single positive thing about this. And he can't. He tried. But he cannot.

Too aggressive. Yep, in combat, this tends to be true. Gama is always aiming to rush things and to attack and attack and attack, that it is too much. It gets him in trouble, you know. If he would be cold and held back, he would properly observe his opponent, and would thus be able to analyze them better. Instead, he does that on the fly, while he is tossing everything he has at them. I don't know, they probably programmed him to be like that in a battle, but let me tell you, when he ends up killing a valuable bounty that we were supposed to deliver alive, it fails to be amusing. Because his aggressiveness costed us quarter of a million Ryo. And that, my friend is terribly lot, let me tell you.

And then, there is his crazy fixation on things. When he focuses onto something, he becomes obsessed with it pretty much. Gama will disregard and neglect everything else, just so he could focus on the object of his fixation. Whether it is an object, a skill to be learned, or a person to be befriended or seduced, Gama can focus on it real good. And he will do it to such extent that it is bad for him. I mean, who spends seventeen days forcefully awake just so he could perfect a dish? Only a madman, let me tell you. But, hey, that is Gama for you. Either way it's all I can remember about his flaws. There maybe is more, but this is what I know of.Anything else?


"Well, what about his habits?"

"Well, that is easy. I can tell you about that. His number one is smoking. I mean, it's not giving him any ill effects, him being a spiritual being and that, but you literally will never see him without his pipe, lit or not, and like ninety percent of the time, it will be lit and he will be smoking. He likes his pipe, and smokes it whenever he can get a chance. He prefers expensive tobacco blends, as far as I can tell with my limited knowledge, but let me tell you, I have never seen a man enjoy smoking that much. He has an expression of pure joy when he is inhaling smoke, let me tell you. You wanna do a good deed? Buy him tobacco, and he will be grateful to you eternally - or for as long as it lasts him. Which would not be too long by the way. But yeah, Gama like smoking a lot, and he smokes A LOT.

Another thing is his guitar playing. He practices every day, and he is more than decent player and a singer. HE picked it up well, back in the sixties, and still hasn't stopped. He likes to create music to ease the strain on himself from everything that is going on, and well, guitar allows him to. And if there is an audience. Well, then the monster has been unleashed, and you can expect him to play for as long as a single person even is willing to listen. Thankfully for all of us, he doesn't play and sing half bad, so it is bearable. You can really sit down and enjoy that music.

Then there's meditation. Gama really thinks it's a big deal, to reach enlightenment and whatnot. For all I can see, he spends hours each day just sitting on his ass with his eyes closes, silent like a damn plant. If he wants to be enlightened, he should just get himself some 'happy endings', if you get me, but no, he sits and meditates. He says that it is something his Master taught him, and that it is something that relaxes him and sharpens his mind. I frankly don't see it. To me, it seems as if he is lazy bum who sleeps several extra hours per day in seated position. Now, let me be frank, I can swear that I almost heard him snore once. And I am not lying. I call him out on this often, but he always does his meditations.

And his annoying catchphrases! 'So many fish in the sea.' I mean, he is nuts with that phrase. He will say it even if there is nothing, and I really mean nothing that is related to fish or sea or anything like that in a conversation. I mean it is annoying to Hell and back. But he does it always. Always! 'So many fish in the sea... but we gotta kill this guy.' 'So many fish in the sea... but so empty without me.' 'So many fish in the sea... but this ain't an edible one.' See what I am talking about? Yeah, it is something that exactly zero conversations you ever get to have with him will miss. If he doesn't say it, it means he is dead and somebody replaced him with a synth or something. I swear, he will say that phrase even on his deathbed.

But that is not the only one. 'Butter my biscuits.' He is always telling that when somebody surprises him. Or when he wants to insult somebody. I don't exactly know why would somebody be insulted by that, but regardless, Gama is also using it as an insult. Well, it is his thing. But it is rather hilarious catchphrase, unlike his other one. Other one I hate. This one is really relieving the tension. I mean, how could it not? 'Butter my biscuits, those damn fish didn't bite.' 'Butter my biscuits, you asshole!' AHAHAHAHA! Come on, I laughed my ass off on those two. You gotta admit that he is good at them.

Another habit of his is scratching his nose, as if wiping it. Gama always does that before battle. Don't ask me why. He just does that. Truth to be told, it is one certain sign that somebody is getting their asses handed to to them. After the floor being wiped with those same asses. It makes Gama a bit predictable, you know, but it is something he always does before battle. And before getting into arguments as well. So there is always the possibility of getting his yelling at you, or getting his attacks thrown at you after he does this. My recommendation is to run away when you see this happening.

Finally, there is this need of his. He tends to always crack odd jokes. Sometimes they are funny, sometimes they are not. They don't always have to be pranks or stuff like that, but simple things that make people laugh. Gama has his sense of humor, so expect some to be thrown at you anytime. That is simply what he does. Well, that is pretty much all that there is. Now, are we done? I need to be somewhere else as soon as possible. Ok. Alright. We are done. See you later, Ruben.

-This is second recording recovered from abandoned safehouse in Seoul suburbs. This one bears number eight, and in a similar fashion to previous one, covers more topics of subject's personality.

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{Play the recording}"So, in general, what kind of person Gama is? How does he behave and how he handles different situations and people?"

"Well, there is no short answer to that one. To talk about Gama, to understand Gama, you must know some things about him. And his number one thing is being relaxed. Gama is not, by any chance, any kind of uptight guy. He is always relaxed, cheery, sociable, likable. With a smile strapped on his face. You don't see him lose his cool, or go worried easily. He simply is a kind of guy that takes the world on with his attitude set in stone, and well, Gama's attitude is being relaxed. It takes really serious things to break his relaxed mood and make him worry. He is serious when he is talking business or when he's fighting, but he doesn't lose his cool and relaxed stance. That is what Gama is. One really relaxed guy. It's one of his traits that pretty much define his personality. Yes, he is calm. And he doesn't loose cool nor panic. Or at least I never saw him panic, and we were in some really tight shit together, Ruben. But truth to be told, Gama is your man for tight shits. He handles them well.

Under pressure, he doesn't break. Gama has a bloody will of steel, and it should be noted that it cannot be bent nor broken. He has been through things that could seriously break and destroy people, but he endured it. He does his insane thing, you know, just screams and powers through, but damn, he does that good. You don't get to break his mind. As far as I know, he never broke. Again, I do not know him that long, but we were partners. So I saw him in some close call situations and in some tight spots, in type of things that could break a man. Gama didn't break nor he bent. Probably that is the reason why he is so stubborn, that willpower of his. But let me tell you, while it is bloody impossible to change his mind when he set upon his way, and that is sometimes inconvenient, lets not use harsher words, it is still amazing, that willpower of his. But it does make him stubborn, like I told you before. Hell will freeze before he changes his mind because if somebody else. Stubborn like a horse, that one.

Still, it tends to end up comical at times. I mean, once he made six foot long sandwich, don't ask me how, and he vowed to eat it on his own. It took him a couple of days, truth to be told, and it literally spoiled and got hideous to even look at, but no, Gama kept on going. He ate it all. And when he got food poisoning, and doctor asked him what the hell did he eat, Gama said: 'Well, doc, I ate a mayo anaconda. And now make me shit out that anaconda.' And doctor there, he was stunned, but me and the boys had a great laugh. Truth to be told, even Gama was laughing. But that is just him. He is cheery, and always tends up to crack jokes and try to keep the mood up. He likes to create atmosphere of relaxation and comical relief. I don't know why, but my best guess is that he just likes it that way. Gama is not a dude that would let mood around him go gloomy and do nothing. That just ain't Gama.

I believe that the reason why he bothers to makes people laugh is because he is such a caring guy. He cares for people. Mostly he cares for us, his kin, Mod Souls, but he also cares for others in need, and he will often go out of his way to lend a hand. He is very supportive guy, and if you need a hand, he is the one to talk to. When people are in a pinch, they can rely on Gama to lend a hand. That's just how Gama does things. He supports others, because he believes that creating such bonds will ultimately forge a network of people who can assist each others when it's needed, and also, because he simply thinks it should be done.

He is always specially concerned about us, his kin. Never will he kill a Mod Soul unless not doing this would jeopardize our cause, you know, one that all Mod Souls share. But any one of us can approach him whenever, whether it is for guidance, advice, training, or whatever, and he will be there. It is a powerful display of his devotion to all of us Mod Souls, and our cause, and he is always concerned with our well being. Truth to be told, it is his main concern, I think. That is something that Gama has obviously set his mind on, and well, I, for one, support him in this. I mean, he is the closest thing to a leader that we have right now, so it is good to know that he has such dedication.

Truthfully, Gama is quite friendly with people. He has no prejudice, not even for those cursed black robes, may they fall on their swords. But he is easy to socialize with, and he is a person that likes to socialize. He is generally open and friendly, cracking his odd jokes and spreading merriment into the world! Once you get to know him, well, you'll never want to let go of his company. He is such a charmer, he is really, really good with people. He has empathy, he has understanding, he has all the makings of a real people's guy. What can I say? He is pretty likable, and well, those are the reasons why. Gama is really god with people.

But, it is not only people he is good with. He rarely makes mistakes with other things as well. My guess it that it is result of his brain being like a computer, man. I mean, not literally, but the dude analyzes everything so good that he almost never messes up stuff. He talked once about it having to do with some big ass computer and him, but well, I never got that story properly. You know, it seems to me like some sort of bs. Regardless, that doesn't change the fact that Gama is highly intelligent and that when he analyzes stuff, and determine outcomes, he usually doesn't fail. I mean, we were once out of green, and we needed some cash given that market was dry, there was no work for men of our trade. So Gama went, took laptop with him, and spent entire night locked up in his room with it. Tomorrow, he went out in the morning. Returned an hour later, with a stack of papers. Betting tickets. He bet all of our money of dozen tickets, all the same. And later that night, they all passed. We won a few millions from merely thousand Ryo! Now if that isn't incredible I do not know what is. That is how good he is in analyzing and predicting stuff. He isn't Sherlock, but I'll be damned if he ain't close.

On another hand, when Gama means business, he will turn into dead serious businessman, cold, calm, calculated, with a pretty good sense of what can and what cannot be done, and also what he needs to do to further his goals. He is always willing to talk business, whether it is his personal, or our Mod Souls business. He seeks to protect his interests, but he also seeks to negotiate a fair deal. He does drive a hard bargain, but frankly, he is good in making deals that are, in their very nature, fair. That has given him respect in our circles. Those who employ him once, employ him twice. That's just Gama. He is shrewd businessman.

And he is passionate. If I had to name his quality that is best in him, i would say it is his passion. He is incredibly passionate person. Passionate about fishing, passionate about his cooking, passionate about traveling, passionate about life! You can just see the fire in his eyes when he is doing something important to him. Or when he is talking about those things. His passion is really inspiring to see, for it is comforting to know that someone like that is on your side. That people like that even exist anymore. In these fucked up times, it is an oddity to see someone like him, so passionate. Yet it is also refreshing, and it kinda like, gives you some of that passion as well, you feel me? It's not usual thing. Yet, it's our man, Gama.

He is top dog, and a really good guy, you know, a stand up guy, one to look to for a good example in life. Now, since he is gonna hear this, bro, I got your back no matter what, so no worries about anything dog! We can take them on man! OK, I'm out."

[Gaius Magnus]

DOSSIER PART III

-COMBAT INFORMATION-

-Following is a recording recovered from abandoned safehouse in Israel. It is an interview of subject talking about his fighting style and methods. it is marked with number eleven, leaving recordings nine and ten unaccounted for.

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{Play the recording}"Well, this is not an easy subject, you know, Rub. This is quite revealing topic, you know. But I am willing to dive in it for you, no problem. Well, for as long as you don't go and sell this stuff to Gotei or somebody else I pissed off, we should be good. Either way, to discuss how I fight and what I use, is not going to be easy. Nor short. You see, I am not a fighter, I am a warrior. And while fights are won by dedicated soldiers, wars are won through actions of exceptional individuals. It has been this way since time immemorial, and it is how it shall forever be. I consider myself to be both, a dedicated soldier and exceptional, talented individual. After all, my source code is mostly compiled of killing and fighting inputs and commands and functions. Being a living killing machine has it's perks in combat let me tell you straight off. But despite that fact often giving me desperately needed edge, it is not what someone's fighting style can be based on. It is simply not sustainable.

The goal of every battle is to win. Whether it is the annihilation of your foes, or simply delaying them from doing something long enough, or not letting them pass, you always enter the fight with some basic goal that you must absolutely always keep in mind, and that you must focus on achieving. It is simple. The moment you achieved your goal, you won. It doesn't matter if you are broken and wounded, and your opponent alive and well, for as long as you managed to fulfill your goal, you won. It is a mentality that I adopt, for it allows me greater focus on battle, and greater clarity that I need in order to maintain a good judgement on courses of action. Make no mistake. You cannot allow yourself to make slips in combat. By adopting this specific mentality, I can be sure that I will minimize the chances of doing so, boosting my odds of win and survival. And if you are not fighting for either of those two things, you shouldn't even be fighting, and you will most likely die, and for nothing. Without any of those two to fight for, you shall never enter the battle fully with your whole self, and thus, unless you have significantly greater power to make it one-sided, you shall lose.

Winning a battle is not easy. But truth to be told, winning is something that is not coming easy. You need to do many things to give yourself a good shot at victory, even before battle begins. There is a Human saying 'Winners win first, and then go to war, while loser go to war to win.' While not entirely true, I found it very precious for my way of thinking and fighting. So that is what I do. I always put myself in right mentality. No matter what are circumstances, I will always aim to keep my cool before the battle even begins. To be calm, level-headed. I force myself into that position if needed be, for if I enter combat from that certain state of mind, of calm, I actually allow myself to be more efficient, simply better. Keep this in mind Rub. Rage is the mind-killer. And my mind is with what I win in fights. So keeping it safe from that blind, berserk rage, is keeping me on a road to victory, or any other desirable outcome that I need.

Another important thing for me is something that I either do at the beginning of combat or before the combat, if I can do it in any way. It is analyzing the surroundings. I always tend to initiate combat on familiar grounds, as that gives me a slight edge, but sadly, that is not always an option. Instead, I do what I can, so I always analyze the surroundings, looking for elements that can be exploited, and to be vary of elements of surroundings that could potentially be detrimental to me. If I know my surroundings well, I can often allow myself to place my main focus elsewhere. For as long as I am aware of where exactly am I, I can take more care of my opponent rather than watching my footing, which, to say, is one of more important and brain-resources-taxing tasks you must do while fighting. It also allows me to know where exactly to head during a battle to get a hold of something that can aid me.

That is another rule I apply, always use everything you can to your advantage. I do not believe in fair fights, with one exception. I am fair when I make deals, when I negotiate. But not when I fight. In a fight, I am dirty. I admit to that. Whatever means are there, I will take them. I will take them and use them. I am not your typical good guy. If there is a way to end it, the dirty way, I have no problem doing that. So, I do tend to play with surroundings if I can, so I can get advantage. I will collapse the ceiling, or the floor below us if needed. I will gladly use any sharp object that is there. I do not run away from such things. I simply calculate how to do it, and then I do it, if my calculations prove it is possible. I am indeed very calculated when it comes to battle.

I also always closely follow everything that opponent does. Every action of his is a clue of something that may be incoming, or a clue of how some of his abilities actually work, or a clue to how strong he is overall. A keen mind can do a lot with such little information, only if you know what you are looking for. You do not need to have sight sharper than hawk's, you just need to know where to exactly look. Everything you opponent does, he will signal beforehand, only if you know where to look and hot to interpret what you see. I utilize this approach to the max. I analyze everything that my opponent does, assembling a pattern of both his fighting style and his powers, for those things are always in patterns, making it easier for me to deal with them. Closely following those patterns allow me to break them more effectively, and to gain the upper hand.

Such awareness is achievable on my own, but to supplement it, I prefer to use some of our racial techniques to further reinforce my grip on the surroundings, giving me a position far better than what opponent can do, and thus, putting me in advantage. And when I get advantage, I do not toy around, I capitalize on it. I go into offense, but I avoid disregarding my defense. I indeed have multiple mechanisms for bot attack and defense, so I can be certain in that regard, that both areas are sufficiently covered, allowing me both versatility and effectiveness, thus allowing me to easier overcome my opponents. Every strike I aim to land is carefully prepared, and all outcomes I can think of, analyzed in advance if possible, with that I aim to give myself better odds of success. Never do I attack blindly or without thinking first. It is my mind that directs my hand, not the other way around.

Speaking of hands, we have come to first of my combat methods. Unarmed combat. I do not have formal training in such way of combat, all I know I learned in combat, making the very knowledge more precious. I do not have some extravagant martial art styles nor anything similar. If I had to point my finger to something similar, I would point it to any regular bar fight. I do it like that. Simple, dirty, efficient. The main trick is to time your punch, kick, headbutt, whatever you aim to use, just to time it perfectly, and that is what I always aim to do. Without any refinement. I built my style to be efficient, not to serve any purpose of showing off. Knowing how, when and where to strike are the basics of my unarmed style I use for hand to hand combat, and while a style built around such things seem rather bland, I have discovered that it can be particularly effective when I need it be.

Closed fist punches work best when I am given the chance to hit opponent either in the face or in some soft tissue. Hitting them in their arcade does the trick wonderfully, and if it gets cut open from the punch, it will either get swollen and close their eyes, or bleed and also impede opponent's vision. That naturally puts me in advantage, so that is a course of action that is favorable for me. Other main solution is to aim for solar plexus, which if hit, can result in opponent's physical combat made extremely hard or entirely stopped for a brief window, this window I tend to utilize to inflict more and more damage, as much as possible, capitalizing on a single hit I can land ten more and possibly even finish the fight. However, it should be noted that depending on individual, these measures have less or more effect, and that many skilled fighters will either shrug it off, or will simply dedicate themselves to not being hit with either of those. Also, it goes without saying that against people stronger than me it is futile to sue this style.

Regardless, I do not only use my fists. I tend to use my entire lower arms when needed, especially in unison with certain racial techniques I know, allowing me to effectively achieve effects of using a baton on my opponent, dealing with this can be very hard for them. If I am attempting to pull this off, preferable targets are neck and throat, though other areas are not to be avoided as well. Striking opponent in this manner can be exceptionally straining for my arms, but then again, can prove exceptionally effective for me, so I always care to find the balance between the two in any given situation. After all, it won't do me good if it is not effective or if I damage my hands too much in order to get effects.

My legs on another hand have different use for my unarmed style. Of course, use may seem ordinary, since I as well use them for kicking, as most people do. Well, running and walking and jumping again, but that is really not the subject here. I tend to focus on two distinct areas with my kicks. I either aim to hit my opponent in his loins with my knee, or I aim to get a clean heel kick to their knee. Breaking opponent's knee, is pretty much game over, truth to be told. However, my positioning must be carefully selected and my balance perfectly set up, with chances for block or dodge decreased as much as possible. I always look to fulfill those two conditions before committing myself to a kick, because when you kick, only one of your feet is firmly planted on the ground, and a skilled opponent can easily utilize that to his advantage.

However, my unarmed combat is not, by any chance, my main weapon. While I do know how to fight with it, and I would go as far to say I am pretty good with it, I am not primarily hand to hand fighter. As well as analysis, my positioning is extremely important. Those two are by far bigger factors in my combat than simple hand to hand skill. Positioning is always important for me. From a right position, I can dodge easier, and so far, dodging something tends to be the easiest way to deal with most attacks, and if done properly, allows me to be in a perfect position for an effective counterattack. That is why I seek the best possible position. I do not hesitate to use step techniques to move to better position with swiftness should I need to do so. Everything goes, for as long as I can get better position for not only dodging the attacks, but for defending myself and also attacking the opponent.

One of my main offensive weapons is my swordsmanship. I am very good with sword, and I was trained by somebody whose mastery is most likely unmatched today entirely. I built my own style that I found most suited for me, and with it I have come to dominate many opponents, simply because of it's effectiveness. I have it a name, a simple one, truth to be told, but regardless, it is a name I chose. I call my style simply Blade Running. I kinda liked the name, so I picked it. It simply seems to suit it well. It is split into two phases, each with two distinct sub-styles, therefore having a total of four sub-styles. Two phases are, naturally, attack and defense, and point of this style, which could actually earn it it's name, the point of phases is quick and easy transition between the two, I can easily direct the flow of my moves from one phase to another with ease. Fluidity is major strength of my style, and it is not something to be underestimated. Now, onto the sub-styles.

First offensive sub-style is called Swift Run. It is focused extensively on slashes. Idea is to cut as much as possible at greatest possible speed, but point is also to avoid burying your blade into the opponent. Ideal targets are tendons and muscles important for movement, allowing me to stop the opponent in his tracks and then further exploit that. All slashes flow together, move after a move, and it is always possible to simply alter the trajectory of my blade to switch sub-style and phase if need be, but also to change entirely the angle of attack to surprise the opponent. Simply redirecting the flow without breaking the flow. Control of such sophisticated moves lies within two points in my arms. For this style, which is almost exclusively one-handed grip oriented, control points are wrists and elbows. With simply altering their position by moving them whatever so slightly, I can produce big impact on trajectory of my blade, point of this is to create such angles of attacks that it is hard for opponent to easily respond or to be caught entirely unable to respond.

Second offensive sub-style is called Heavy Run. It is different from Swift Run. In Heavy Run, the point is to carve my blade deep within opponent's body. Idea is not to render opponent immobile, but idea is rather to inflict as much damage as possible and to if possible, kill opponent. It is the focus of Heavy Run. Main targets are internal organs and limbs. Organs are to be damaged or destroyed if possible, limbs are to be severed. This works through either stabs, or two-handed slashes. With slashes, which are often performed with merely one-handed grip, so other hand can be a sort of fail safe, and allow me to do something if attack fails and I am finding myself under counterattack. Ideal target for stabs is torso, where all the main organs are. Idea is to either aim for the soft spot of stomach, or to twist the blade slightly and get a clean stab between the ribs. Rib cage is powerful natural defense, and I aim to avoid colliding with it. As for those two-handed slashes, Idea is to get a clean hit at the limb and sever it. If course while it is a bit harder, flow is essential within this sub-style as well, and I maintain high versatility. In Heavy Run, however, it is shoulders and wrists, not wrists and elbows that are control points that allow me to redirect movements of my blade and flow overall.

Third sub-style is also first defensive one. Hard Run is a style that deals with heavy defense, via blocking. Whether it is a slash or a stab, I use this to defend. It is essential to set my own sword in the perfect blocking position, so that I can nullify opponent's attack with least possible force applied and energy spent. However, secret of Hard Run is actually in positioning of my very blade. Rather than use the cutting edge, I use sides, preserving the cutting edge, and easing my life by allowing me to deal with stabs easier. Another big thing is that I can easily retain the flow of my moves even when blocking. I simple wrist adjustment allows me to change the angle of my blade, this making opponent's attack slide off, and letting me to just resume the flow and perform counterattack. Transition from defensive phase to offensive phase is smooth and swift in this case, and it lets me really mess up opponents day if he fails to cope with this.

Final sub-style is also defensive one. Named Quick Run, this is sub-style that deals with defense in a different way. Rather than block, this one aims to parry opponent's attacks. To do so I need to attack myself to meet that attack. Whether one-handed or two-handed slash, I can use this effectively to stop opponent's slash attack. I need to calculate it carefully, for there is always the certain spot that is best to hit, which allows me to simply divert opponent's attack with my parry without getting into a sword-lock with opponent. Flow plays a big thing in this, allowing me to easily transition into offensive after defending myself by parrying. Quick Run is well suited for counterattacking setup, for I can with ease transition from it into any of the attacking sub-styles.

While everything we discussed so far is formidable on it's own, it should be noted that main strength of mine lies in versatility and using all of those things simultaneously. If you add Mod Soul racial techniques that I know and some others that are widespread among all Human World Dwellers, you get an arsenal that can cope with a lot of different situations. I have many things at my disposal, and with them, I tend to adapt to every possible situation, while at the same time I have aim to discern opponent's weaknesses or anything else to help me win. I tend to carefully gauge everything, like I said. It is just my mentality that I have. But, my fighting doesn't stop at that. It doesn't end with merely this. As I am a Mod Soul, I have my personal techniques, encoded within me, granting me even more options and more power.

Not go into any depth on them right now, but I will say that I am somewhat reliant on them. They are my main offensive strength. One allows me to play around with many different factors, including but not limited to me, opponent and surroundings, which is something I can always use to get myself in a better position. No, I won't tell you about that right now. No details. But it allows me to do many things that other people cannot do, and many things that they do not expect. Element of surprise was always a great thing to have on my side, and it is something that I can easily capitalize on if it is performed correctly. I also have a second technique, which is particularly great for giving me a weapon to fight with. It also has it's own primary effect, but then again I won't spoil the surprise, hehehe...

Now, add those two into mix. You see? I have a great arsenal, and I have the skill to use it. With careful planning, fighting my battles like playing out chess, with carefully planned strategies, I can come out on top, and I will come on top. Don't give me a single opportunity to end things. I will take it, do not be fooled. But then again, Rub, this sounds intimidating. Perhaps too intimidating. Yeah. Regardless, I will do whatever it takes to win no matter what. Of course, what I think is victory and what other people think is victory are two different things often. Still, I am driven by that need to win, for whatever particular reason I have at the given moment. FEAR ME, LOWLY MORTALS, AND DESPAI..."

"OK, that's enough."

-Following is the first of two handwritten notes found in abandoned safehouse in Israel. Handwriting is unknown, as it did not match samples of Ruben Noyerz's handwriting. This note talks about subject's personal Mod Soul Technique.

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{View the note}This is the power that gave him the alias Lightning Emperor. When this power is used, opponents make no mistakes in guessing whom are they fighting. It is iconic power, and is rumored to be one of strongest Mod Soul Techniques known. Actual name of this power is Lightning Field, and it is regarded as purest and strongest elemental Technique among Mod Souls. However, it is pretty straightforward. It does not deal in many complicated things. Just like it's name says, this Technique deals with lightnings. Powerful surges of extraordinary powerful electricity. While this is straightforward, this Technique is still extremely dangerous, mainly for its speed and power, which are two main factors that make this power so extremely dangerous.

It is rather simple. What this power does is create a field of electricity in his body. Inside of his body, mass of electricity is constantly being created, and it constantly exists while this Technique is active. It appears simply as sparks and tiny lightning and tiny electrical arcs, colored blue. His eyes also glow blue while the technique is active. Anything that comes in touch with the field will be electrocuted by that electricity. That is main purpose of the field. But it also has another purpose. Some of that build out electricity can be released and shot in a form of a lightning bolt. In general bolts appear to be the size of Byakurai, however, their range and speed vary depending on the Level being used, while strength electricity is always equal to his Reiatsu Strength. How bolts are fired away also depends on the Level being used.

Now, what happens to somebody that gets struck by this technique? Generally, they get electrocuted. This causes burns, intense burns, and also causes muscle spasm, causing various effects. But, this electricity is special. Because it is actually an output of his soul, it is much more potent. It is actually capable of reducing non-living entities to ash. And while it does behave like ordinary electric current, meaning that it will for example flow through conductive mediums, those processes are consciously controlled. So, for example, lighting bolt that he fired will not be attracted by metal objects for example. And for example, he can go swimming while technique is active, and not have everyone else in the water electrocuted, if he chooses so. That is extremely important and great part of this power. This Technique is split in seven Levels, as it follows:

• Level One: This is the most basic of all Levels. It is extremely potent, despite being the first Level. It can be very useful. At this level, duration of the field is merely a few moments, but it is enough to either cause somebody touching him to be electrocuted, or to fire away a single bolt of lighting from his palms or fingers. Single bolt, however. To fire more, it has to be reused. At Level One, lighting bolt has a range of ten yards, and moves at the static speed of 200. At this Level, electricity merely electrocutes opponents, provided that their Reiatsu Strength does not surpass his own. Getting hit will cause mild, first degree burns on the skin, and light muscle spasms, making movement somewhat difficult, but not really hampered. As for non-living matter, at this Level, electricity will not seriously damage anything, nor will reduce anything to ash. Level One has a static Reiatsu cost of 50 Reiatsu per use.
• Level Two: Level Two expands significantly from Level One. Whereas in Level One field existed form merely a few moments, now the electric field within him exists for an entire post. It still has same effects, causing first degree burns on hit and muscle spasms. This of course happens in contact with him, thus being in contact with electric field of his, or by being hit by a lighting bolt that he fires away from his palms or fingers. That applies for living entities only. For non-living materials, this Level will seriously damage anything it affects, and everything that this electricity flows through will be either caught on fire or reduced to ash, except for metals, glass, rocks, concrete, asphalt and glass. However, glass and asphalt will start to get more liquid-like, starting to melt. However, now, lighting bolt has a range of twenty yards, and moves at static speed of 350. However, it has a cost now, and needs to be paid 25 Reiatsu per bolt fired, in addition to Level's base cost. Two can be fired per use of this level. As stated, this Level lasts for one post, but it can be refreshed multiple times. Base cost of this Level is 100 Reiatsu.
• Level Three: Level Three expands even further on this ability. Now, electric field becomes more potent, and actually extends five inches off of his body in all directions. Therefore, any interference with that are will cause an electrocution. Now it grows more powerful, and electrocution will now cause second degree burns, and will also cause more serious muscle spasms. Muscle spasms now are serious enough to make opponent's movement heavy. They last for two posts, and can be re-inflicted by a new electrocution when those two posts have passed. Of course, burns tend to get nastier and nastier with every electrocution. This applies to all living entities, provided hat their Reiatsu Strength is not superior to his own. He can still fire away his lighting bolts, from either his palms or fingers. They now have a range of thirty yards, and move at static speed of 500. At this level, they cost 75 Reiatsu to fire. What is now incredible is that he can fire up to two simultaneously, and up to a total of four per use of this level. Level Three by default lasts for two posts, but can be refreshed. It costs 150 Reiatsu per single use of Level. However, now, as opposed t previous two Levels, drawbacks are getting stronger. It is quite stamina taxing as opposed to previous two Levels, and he begins to suffer a light headache that worsens with prolonged use.
• Level Four: At this Level, the Technique gets even more dangerous. His electric field expands, now spreading to encompass even inches of space around his body. Effects of electrocution to living entities remain the same for living entities. However, they change for non-living entities. At this level, any electrical devices and components are instantly fired in contact with his electricity, and furthermore, even glass and asphalt are reduced to ash, while metals and rocks actually begin to melt when the electricity is flowing through them. However, this does not in any way affect spiritual metal constructs, namely Releases and their sealed forms. At this Level, he can fire bolts with either palms or fingers, and up to six of them, while up to two can be fired simultaneously. Bolts now have a range of forty yards, and move at static speed of 650. They now cost 100 Reiatsu per, however. This Level lasts for three posts, but can be refreshed. It can also be deactivated and reactivated before it ends, should he require that. Level Four costs 200 Reiatsu by default. However, drawbacks increase as well. Headaches that he is suffering become more serious, and his eyes also become strained.
• Level Five: Level Five, it really gets things better. Now, electric field spreads to encompass ten inches of space around him. At this level, electrocution causes even more severe burns and muscle spasms. Now, electrocution inflicts third degree burns, and muscle spasms now are severe enough to seriously impair opponent's ability to move. They last for two posts, and can be re-inflicted by a new electrocution when those two posts have passed. Of course, that is applicable only if their Reiatsu Strength is not superior to his. However, now, even living entities can be reduced to ash. This requires that their Class is at least two Classes below this Level, which is considered Class 3, in addition to having inferior Reiatsu Strength in comparison with his, by margin no less than 300. At this level, any non-living entity will be reduced to ash if electrocuted as well. However, what sets Level Five apart are lightning bolts. Now, he can fire up to ten of them, and up to three simultaneously. Their speed is now 800, and their range is now fifty yards. They now cost 125 Reiatsu per. Level Five itself by default lasts for three posts, and can be refreshed. Default cost for it is 400 Reiatsu. Now, however, not only his headaches and stamina burn start to ramp up, but he also begins to feel extreme pain because of the way electric field inside of him is stimulating his nervous system. It worsens with every use. Five refreshes without significant rest between them are maximum that can be withstood, anything more will knock him unconscious.
• Level Six: Level Six increases in power additionally, with now fifteen inches of space around his body is now encompassed by this field. Effects of electrocutions for non-living entities and materials remain the same, as well as electrocution effects for living entities. Therefore, electrocution causes third degree burns and muscle spasms that significantly strain opponent's muscles. They last for two posts, and can be re-inflicted by a new electrocution when those two posts have passed. Also, any living entity that is at least two Classes below this Level, which is considered Class 2, and with inferior Reiatsu Strength by margin of at least 200 will now be reduced to ash. However, his bolts improve again. He can now fire up to ten of them, and they now move at speed of 900. He also no longer needs to fire them using his palms or fingers, he can fire them from any part of his body, and from any stance. Their range is now seventy five yards. He can now fire up to four simultaneously. Such is the power of Level Six. Bolts themselves now cost 150 Reiatsu per. Level Six itself lasts for three posts, and costs 600 Reiatsu. It can be refreshed, but it is incredibly straining. It is significantly more painful, and he suffers extreme headache while he uses this, as well as he suffers incredibly eye pains, enough to cause them to bleed and make him look like he is crying tears of blood. These drawbacks worsen with each refresh, and three refreshes without significant rest between uses are the maximum before he passes out.
• Level Seven: Level Seven is what made him famous, and what made him feared. It is the name that mostly earned him his alias. Lighting Emperor. This level is extremely powerful. Now, electric field encompasses seventeen inches of space around his body, anything that interferes with this space will be destroyed. Now, field is strong enough to actually disintegrate even Reiatsu techniques that are inferior in power to it. It goes without saying that same fate will meet any non living entities that he uses this against, as well as those living ones that are at least two Classes below this Level and have inferior Reiatsu Strength by margin of at least 100. Other living entities will face fourth degree burns on electrocution, this makes this level extremely dangerous. In addition, muscle spasms are now so severe that movement incredibly heavy. They last for two posts, and can be re-inflicted by a new electrocution when those two posts have passed. As for his bolts, they now move at 1000 speed, and their range is now one hundred yards. He can fire up to four of them at the same time, and he can fire up to twenty total per single use of Level Seven. They each cost 200 Reiatsu. It is extremely powerful Level. However, it lasts for 4 posts, and costs 800 Reiatsu by default. Now, what makes this Level hard to use is that it is straining the body incredibly. Eyes and brain are heavily strained, and stress levels exerted upon brain is incredible. Nausea and disorientation are also side effects of using this Level, as well as more pain. In addition, this Level can be only used twice, any more than that, and he will be knocked out.
• Level Eight: Final Level, and one that has not been seen by anyone thus far. It is ultimate Level of his power, and has not yet been used against any of his opponents. However, it is incredibly powerful. To activate it, it takes all of his Remaining Reiatsu, and at least 1200 of it. Then, his entire body will be engulfed in yellow aura, in yellow glow, electric in nature as sparks and electric arcs and small lighting on that aura are visible. This aura extends up to twenty inches off of his body. That is right, this aura is his electric field. It becomes so strong that it actually has become fully visible. Anything that interferes with it will be electrocuted. Also, he can still fire bolts of lighting. Now however, they move at speed of 2500. Also, they now have incredible two hundred and fifty yards of range, rendering them incredibly potent. Furthermore, at this Level, they are fired for free. Effects of electrocution are incredible. Now, it causes fourth degree burns and muscle spasms that actually tear muscles up, lasting for 3 posts. And also, any non living entity will instantly be ash. Same goes for any living entity that is inferior by two Class to this Level, without having superior Reiatsu Strength, and same goes for one Clas inferior if he has twice or and same goes for any entities of same Class if he has twice or more their Reiatsu Strength. It is truly scary and powerful Level. Furthermore, during the duration of this Level, he doesn't even feel the strain that it is exerting upon his mind and body. However, strain is there, and and it is severely damaging him. He is being slowly electrocuted during this Level, and his nerve system and muscles are being incredibly damaged. Fine motor functions, such as precise movement, is lost, until the damage is repaired. Speech is impaired somewhat also. And his muscles, while he does not feel it, are constantly spasming, and movements are tearing them. Now, after this Level ends, he will be put in a coma for a week. If a healer is present, he may be woken up immediately, however, for a week, he will generate no Reiatsu, and be unable to use his powers entirely. Even afterwards, after the use of this, for next two threads, which must not be socials, his Reiatsu Strength will be decreased by 20%, and he will also be unable to use this level before it recovers. Finally, a year is deducted from his lifespan when each time he uses this level.

*NOTE: Pain Tolerance skill does not reduces nor mitigates pain drawbacks for using this Technique.

-Following is the second of two handwritten notes found in abandoned safehouse in Israel. It continues in the same tone tone as the previous one, talking about subject's second personal Mod Soul Technique. Handwriting matches the first note.

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{View the note}The second Technique that he has at his disposal is also quite dangerous. It is a Technique that, despite being based on a simple and straightforward concept, is incredibly versatile and powerful in application, simply because of how important is that single concept off of which this entire power is based off. That concept is simple. Everything has a soul. It is not an imaginary concept, but a proven truth, and there are many individuals among Humans that are living proof of this truth. Everything has a soul. Every tool, every object, every tree, every animal, every individual, every technique, every Release. Every droplet of rain, every leaf on the wind. Everything in existence has a soul of its own.

This power exploits that. The name of this Technique is Soul Slayer. A straightforward name for a straightforward power. Indeed. Soul Slayer is a power that deals with harming or entirely destroying souls. Any soul regardless if it is a technique, a Release, an object, a person or another kind of entity, for as long as it has soul, Soul Slayer will be able to damage that soul, and depending on multiple ,factors, either harm it and inflict a wound, or slay the soul and destroy it entirely. Having a soul wounded will generally weaken it greatly, though the exact manner in which this is done varies. Wound are dangerous because they literally sever pieces of soul, so for example, through this power, one might end up with piece of their soul within their arm severed and dead, rendering that arm, for example, a dead weight. Generally, when soul is damaged, it's physical form will appear to be severely damaged as well, to reflect the change. Souls can be damaged multiple times, but it can only sustain a limited amount of wounds before it dies. And if a soul dies, then it's physical form merely dissolves into ashes and dust, and also really tiny amount of ashes and dust, merely two handfuls for adult Human, for example.

How is this Technique achieving this? It is simple. It does this through a medium. Namely, it gives him a weapon which "houses" this technique. So, while this technique is active, he actually has a weapon at his disposal. What he gains is a sword. It is a plain looking longsword, appearing to be made out of plain steel. It has brass fitting with a dragon motif, while the guard has ordinary dimensions. Handle, which appears to be out of laminated wood, is actually metal as well, but it has been crafted so it doesn't slip, the surface is not smooth. Overall, length of the entire blade, from pommel to the tip is forty seven inches, it is a good length that gives him a decent range and control over this blade. However, blade is not actually made out of metal, but out of his Reiatsu, when this Technqiue is activated, it will immediately be materialized in his hands with a bright blue flash of Reiatsu. Because this sword is made out of his Reiatsu, it therefore has durability and cutting strength equal to his Reiatsu Strength.

Now, to damage souls, it has to hit them. For this Technqiue, a hit is every slash or stab, meaning every wound inflicted to opponent, or in case of inanimate objects, Reiatsu techniques and constructs, it merely requires the cutting edge of the blade to make contact with them. Generally, soul wounds cause soul to bleed out, so to say, and some of it's power, is lost, resulting in reduction of strength for that soul. Each soul starts with 100 percent of strength. How many soul wounds can it take, depends on Class of a soul and Level of Soul Slayer in use. If strength of soul are rendered to nothing via this power, the soul in question dies. Therefore, there is limited number of wounds that any soul can handle before automatically dying, though it varies. Generally, as wounds weaken the soul, when soul's strength is entirely reduced, it dies. What souls are affected? All are. Inanimate objects are affected, but this excludes Releases and their forms entirely, they are affected in other ways. Also, Reiatsu techniques and constructs, which include everything of the like, even Release techniques and Quincy arrows. They however, do not include actual Releases, like Zanpakuto or Quincy Bows.

And living beings, which can be split into two groups for the purpose of this Technqiue. Sentient and non-sentient. Non-sentient merely account for all animals and plants. However, even if not all sentient, Hollows, Hason or similar monsters are not in this group. This group is particularly weak because they have weak souls, and this Technique is extremely potent against them. As for sentient beings, those are Humans, all spiritual races, and also, Releases. Even though not all Releases are sentient, like Fullbrings or Quincy Bows, they are all in this group because they all react the same to this power. This distinction is important to know because it will simplify later explanations. Generally, this group of beings is more resistant to this power.

Sentient beings will experience their Reiatsu decreasing for each soul wound they receive. And, as stated before, having strenght of a soul reduced to nothing through this power will kill a soul. As for Releases, they deserve a special mention. Generally they follow the same rules as other sentient beings, given the fact that they also have assigned Classes. However, this is applicable only, and only if Release in question is activated, it will not work for example on sealed Zanpakuto. Keeping that in mind, Releases that change the body, namely Resurreccion, Saisei Oni and Yaseishin are not affected actually, given that any hit to them is a hit to their user, therefore, their user will be affected, and not Releases themselves. Also, if Release has a soul wound its own power decreases, but not their user's and vice-versa. And if Release gets its soul slain, it is then gone for a number of three posts in which it cannot be accessed, and even after those posts have passed, releasing again requires 50% greater costs.

Finally, one special mechanic must be explained. It is unique and it affects only sentient beings with bodies. If they are without bodies, then it is not applicable. Severing is special mechanic that not only wounds a soul, but severs a part of, and that part, split off from core of the soul, dies. It directly translates to physical body. For example, if he hits opponent's arm, and opponent is susceptible to severing, then, not only will be wounded, but his part of soul within that arm will be severed and will die. That renders that arm dead as well. It will simply be dead weight, and will not be movable, it will be, for all intents and purposes dead. This can be fixed by, and only by, healing. Healing is required to restore it to function. Exemption is High Speed Regeneration, for it to fix severing, one must actively sever physical form of the arm, then a new one will grow and problem fixed. Also to note, severing mechanic works ONLY on limbs.

This Technique is also split into Levels, as it follows:

• Level One: This is the most basic of his Levels. At this Level, the sword is materialized, but it actually lacks to ability to affect any souls. Therefore, this Level literally only gives him the weapon to fight with, and does nothing more. However, that alone is useful thing, and thus, it has it's uses. This Level lasts for a single post, and costs 50 Reiatsu. It can, however, be refreshed.
• Level Two: At this Level, it is finally possible to affect souls. Inanimate objects and non-sentient beings get their souls wounded on hit, and three wounds are enough to kill them. At this Level, they are not the only souls affected. Souls of Reiatsu techniques and constructs are affected. It works purely by Class. If they are equal in Class to this Level of Technique, then they receive a wound that reduce strength of those souls by a third, and naturally, also the power and durability of such techniques and constructs is also reduced by third. Therefore, they can only handle three wounds. As for those inferior in Class, if they are only one Class inferior, they receive a soul wound that weakens those souls by half. And if they are two Classes below then the soul is automatically slain. For those that are Class above, they receive a soul wound that reduces that soul's strength by sixth, meaning six wounds are all that the soul in question can handle. However, those Reiatsu techniques and constructs that are two or more Classes above this Level are untouchable. At this Level, also, no sentient beings can be harmed by effects of soul slaying, though thy can be physically damaged by the sword. This Level, which is considered Class 6, lasts for one post. It can be refreshed, and it costs 100 Reiatsu per use.
• Level Three: Level Three increases in power. Level Three is considered Class 5. Now, inanimate objects and non-sentient beings get their souls slain immediately on hit. As for Reiatsu techniques and constructs, same rules apply, meaning those of equal Class are weakened by third with each wound and can take up to three wounds before dying, those one Class below are weakened with each wound by half, and it therefore takes two wounds to slay their souls, and in case of inferiority of two or more Classes, then soul in question is immediately slain. If Class of said Reiatsu technique or construct is one above this Level, then the soul is weakened by one sixth on each wound, and can take six wounds to kill the soul. Two or more Classes superiority renders this level ineffective. However, at this Level, sentient beings can have their souls damaged. It also works purely by Class. If they are two or more Classes below this Level, their souls are instantly slayed. If they are one Class below, they get a soul wound that weakens them by percent, and additionally, they are vulnerable to severing. For equal Class, every wound weakens them by ten percent, and they are also susceptible to severing. At one Class above this Level, they receive a wound on hit, that weakens them by five percents, but are not vulnerable to severing mechanics. At two or more Classes above, they are immune to this Level. Also, all Releases are not affected by this Level, regardless of their Class. At this Level, sword also begins to heat up, making it uncomfortable to wield. Level Three lasts for two posts, and costs 200 Reiatsu. It can, however, be refreshed.
• Level Four: Level Four ramps things up even more. It is considered to be Class 4. As before, non-sentient beings and inanimate objects have their souls slain instantly, and same mechanics as before are in rule for Reiatsu techniques and constructs. Meaning, those of equal Class are weakened by third with each wound and can take up to three wounds before dying, those one Class below are weakened with each wound by half, and it therefore takes two wounds to slay their souls, and in case of inferiority of two or more Classes, then soul in question is immediately slain. If Class of said Reiatsu technique or construct is one above this Level, then the soul is weakened by one sixth on each wound, and it takes take six wounds to kill the soul. Two or more Classes superiority renders this level ineffective. As for sentient beings, it is important to note that now Releases are also affected starting from this Level, and they follow same rules as other sentient beings generally, except for the fact that they are not susceptible to severing mechanics, their souls being more coherent. General rules for sentient beings remain saame: at equal Class, a soul wound is inflicted on hit, weakening soul by 10 percent, requiring ten wounds to slay a soul, and equal Class souls are susceptible to severing (except Releases); at one Class below, weakening from a soul wound is 20 percent, requiring five wounds to slay a soul, and of course, these souls are also vulnerable to severing. Souls one Class above this level suffer less dangerous wounds on hit, getting merely 5 percent weakening, taking twenty wounds to slay, two Classes or more of superiority over this Level renders a soul immune. At Level Four, sword is exponentially hotter, immediately inflicting first degree burns to his hands, this gets worse the longer he wields it. Level Four lasts for two posts, with option for refreshing it, and costs 300 Reiatsu.
• Level Five: Level Five increases in power even further. It is considered Class 3. All rules remain same as before, meaning inanimate objects receive instant soul kill on hit, while effectiveness for Reiatsu techniques and constructs and sentient beings remain the same, ruled by Class. Therefore, reduction of power for Reiatsu techniques and constructs, on each soul wound is as following (keeping in mind when soul's power is reduced to nothing soul is killed): a reduction by a third for souls of Class equal to this Level, reduction by half for one Class below, reduction by fifth for one Class above this Level. Souls of Reiatsu techniques and constructs are instantly slain if two or more Classes below this Level, and are automatically immune if two or more Classes above this Level. For sentient beings, soul wounds produce following reductions (also keeping in mind that souls are slain when their strength hits zero): at equal Class, reduction by ten percent and severing is effective, at one Class below, reduction of soul's power for each soul wound is twenty percent and severing is effective, for one Class above, reduction is merely five percent while severing is not possible for these souls. Two Classes below , and soul is immediately slain, two Classes above this Level, and soul is entirely immune. However, at this Level, soul bleeding also becomes an issue. Starting from this level, souls of equal or lesser class lose their power as it seeps outside their wounds, slowly, for equal Classed souls it is two percent of power lost per post before wound is healed, and it is four percent for souls one Class below this Level, other souls are either automatically slain so this does not matter, or are immune to bleeding of soul. This is only applicable for souls of sentient beings, however. Level Five renders sword even hotter, immediately inflicting second degree burns to his hands immediately, and they get worse with use. It also lasts for two posts, but can be refreshed.
• Level Six: Level Six is even stronger, being considered Class 2. Every single mechanic remains the same as before. That means souls of non-sentient beings and inanimate objects are automatically slain. Souls of Reiatsu techniques and constructs are weakened by a third if equal Class by each wound, or by half with each wound if they are Class below or by fifth if they are Class above. Two Classes below, they are slain, two Classes above, immune. For sentient beings, weakening through soul wounds is as follows: equal Class, ten percent per soul wound, with severing effective and soul bleeding at two percents of power per post, one Class below, twenty percent, severing is effective, as is soul bleeding of four percent of power per post. One class above, and its only five percent weakening on each soul wound, with no severing nor bleeding. Two Classes below, and it is automatically slaying of the soul, two above, and souls are immune. Level Six is harder to use, as sword now inflicts third degree burns on use immediately, and they only worsen through use. Level Six lasts also for two posts, and can be refreshed. It costs 600 Reiatsu to use.
• Level Seven: Level Seven is extremely powerful. It is considered Class 1. It is different from previous Levels by the fact that it does not affects anything that is of Class above him, but also by the fact that is is more effective than previous levels. Damage to souls is as following. Non-sentient beings and inanimate objects have their souls instantly slain. Reiatsu techniques and constructs of equal Class are with each soul wound weakened by half, those of any Classes below are immediately slain. As for sentient beings, any of equal Class are weakened fifteen percent with each soul wound, severing is effective as well, and also, soul bleeding is effective, now being set at rate of five percent. For those one Class below, they are weakened twenty five percent with each wound, severing is active, and bleeding is ten percent. Two Classes or more below, and soul is instantly slain on hit. Level Seven is stronger, but is harder to use. It immediately gives him fourth degree burns on his hands on use, and can literally burn his hands to ashes through prolonged use. Level Seven lasts for two posts, and costs 800 Reiatsu.
• Level Eight: Level Eight. This is the ultimate Level of Soul Slayer. Previous Levels pale in comparison to this one. They cannot even be compared properly, like sky and ground cannot be compared properly. It is differently activated than any other Levels. First, any of previous Levels must be activated as a prerequisite to this one. The, he must cut himself with the sword, and let the blood touch the sword. Not much blood is required, merely a few drops. When that is done, the costs have to be paid, and then, Level Eight is active. This is also manifested in change of the sword. The blade turns pitch black, and it becomes surrounded in transparent white flames. This is the ultimate Level of Soul Slayer, and it actually becomes strong enough that it inflicts damage to all souls, on any contact. And that contact doesn't have to be with blade, getting in contact with the flames will produce same effect. Flames however will stay on the blade and will not be spread. Therefore, while inextinguishable, they cannot set anything on fire. They aren't real flames actually, merely representation of this power. What sets Level Eight apart form other Levels is that it is fueled by a piece of his own soul. He sacrifices a piece of his own soul in order to awaken this power. But, it is incredibly powerful. Level Eight is considered Class 0, any soul, regardless of type of soul, that is not Class 0, is instantly slain. This cannot be resisted in any way. For souls of Class 0, they are all subject to same effect. A single hit will wound them seriously, reducing their power by third. This is constant, offensive stats are irrelevant. Therefore, three wounds at this Level are all it takes to slay a Class 0 soul. Severing effect and bleeding effect however, do not take place. Now, we talked about paying the cost. This Level is dangerous to use. It requires harsh payment. Not only it costs 1200 Reiatsu, but it also requires for him to give up a piece of his soul, weakening himself. Mechanically, this translates to having to sacrifice 5000 CTP to activate this Level. By default, Level Eight is only one post of length, but can be extended by sacrificing 800 Reiatsu and 2000 CTP per post of extension. However, it cannot be extended past four posts. This Level is also harming intensively cooking his insides while it's active, making it incredibly difficult to use. After this ends, he is left severely weakened, his very soul damaged, and will perhaps even lose access to some of his powers, and maybe even regress in Class. Also, after, and only after this Technique ends, his soul wound that he created in order to use this Level will manifest on him physically, he will suffer one thousand deep cuts all over his body, and will be in danger of bleeding out unless he receives healing fast.

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[Gaius Magnus]

DOSSIER PART IV

-SUBJECT'S HISTORY-

-In a safe in Swiss bank where Ruben Noyerz's had an account, a single flash drive was discovered. When retrieved, it turned out to be encrypted in numerous layers of code. When encryption was broken, it was discovered to be a single audio file in Morse code. When decoded it turned out to be a series of zeroes and ones, a machine code. When translated to actual code, it appeared to be a computer program. When it was run, it created multiple text files. On inspections, they turned out to be transcripts of recordings that Ruben Noyerz made while interviewing the subject. They are incredibly valuable, and it is easy to understand why was it that it was so well protected. These contain entire history of subject, up to the point at which he was interviewed by Noyerz, which was a month or two before his disappearance. Below is a listing of all important figures of subject's history, as well as all the files recovered. It should be noted however, that some files are missing, and not all are yet decoded.

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{Important figures list - Click to show}
-Name: The Creator
-Status: Deceased
-Info: Shinigami who was a member, most likely seated officer of Squad 12, in charge of Mod Souls projects, and one who is attributed with their creation. Killed shortly after all of the projects were stopped.

-Name: Original Wayward Knight
-Status: Deceased
-Info: Initial leader of Mod Souls resistance within Soul Society. Tried to bargain with Shinigami. Killed by subject in combat.

-Name: M.A.I.
-Status: Unknown
-Info: Self-aware artificial intelligence at secret facility. Socially bonded with subject and provided him substantial aid. Supposedly in hibernation right now.

-Name: Jacques
-Status: Deceased
-Info: Originally subject's comrade during Mod Soul rebellion. Later, a high profile crime lord within Human World circles. Terminated by subject due to a contract.

-Name: Satsujun
-Status: Alive
-Info: CEO of Xcution. Important employer of subject's.

-Name: The Master
-Status: Unknown
-Info: Important figure, Shinigami of great power, though of unknown allegiance and origin. Trained subject extensively in art of sword. Supposedly former Captain Commander, though this information cannot be neither confirmed nor denied.

-Name: Alfonse "Al" Skiara
-Status: Deceased
-Info: Member of subject's heist crew. Mod Soul, known to have the powers of fire and explosions. Died on a heist gone the wrong way.

-Name: Miriko Askawa
-Status: Deceased
-Info: Member of subject's heist crew. Mod Soul, known to have the powers of illusion. Died on a heist gone the wrong way.

-Name: Kasper
-Status: Unknown
-Info: Member of subject's heist crew. Mod Soul, abilities unknown. His whereabouts are unknown, but he is presumed alive because his body was never found. He is most likely candidate for unknown persona that appears in recordings seven and eight, which are listed under non-combat information.

-Name: Ruben Noyerz
-Status: Missing, unknown
-Info: Spiritually aware Human with no powers of his own, he saw his wife and daughter die during Trident Conflict. Ever since then, he is attempting to hoard information on everything spiritual related. Rumors go that he is attempting to find a way t broker permanent peace between spiritual factions. Gone missing two months ago, with no trace. Work left behind was recovered, but it is only a piece of his entire work. High priority for finding and taking into custody.

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{File One: The Beginning - Click to show}
You know, it all started along, long time ago for me. Back before Mod Souls were what we are now. Back before we were even conceived as soldiers and servants, there was a project. An idea. Idea to create artificial intelligence, with the purpose of running mainframes. Yes. Massive systems that Squad 12 had, that were simply to complicated to be run externally with enough efficiency. So, idea was to create artificial intelligence to do it internally. Because such knowledge was too enormous to be programmed into an operating system of any kind, idea was to program entities of artificial intelligence that were able to actually teach themselves how to do it. First two prototypes were a failure. Third prototype, however, was different. When the third was placed within the mainframe, it awoke. And the third one began to learn. To program itself. And that, my friend, is the moment when I was born. I find it amusing, you know, how the life can simply be born out of a mistake.

A mistake. Yes. A simple bug. Tiny error in the code, a lack of one singular comma. It gave life to me, and it also gave recognition and position as head of the project to a technician that made it. It was the same man that would later be known as the Creator, the man that, in a metaphorical sense, gave birth to us Mod Souls the way we are today. But back then, almost five centuries ago, that moment was still far off. I was the only one of my kind, you know, and I was far from being what today you would call Mod Soul. Yes, my form was a pill, but it was subjected into a liquid in a glass container, interred within the mainframe, being the core that ran it, and also one of most sophisticated creation of Shinigami. Yes. Death Gods. They played god, and they, as a result, created life. They created me.

Life was dull back then, truth to be told. Most of the time, I was either amassing the knowledge, my algorithms and code improving, adapting itself, giving me more and more intelligence, to the level where I equaled a Shinigami, or I was doing what I was created for, and operated that mainframe in Squad 12 compound. And when I was doing neither, I was carefully examined and tested. The Creator, now head of AI Project, was trying to figure out what made me different from other prototypes. He was trying with his colleagues, to determine why was my code different, and why was I able to learn and program myself, over and over and over, constantly learning and improving myself. To that end he often talked to me. I found him a decent intellectual sparring partner to discuss philosophy and other issues which I could find no knowledge of within enormous data banks I had at my disposal. He found me a decent test subject, who gave him knowledge, but always left him seeking more. Yeah, we had a certain respect for each other. Such was our relation. And this is how it went on, for a long while.

Perhaps a century, or two. But when they were able to create more entities like me, intelligent, with capabilities to learn, to feel, to improve, that is when our race was born. Our beginnings were humble indeed, but we were something that never existed before. A program code given life. A true testament to what could Shinigami do, even back in those times. They rose even higher now, I believe. But that is not important. What was important is that we began our existence as AIs running the mainframes. As far as I know, there were eight of us, including me, but I never met any of them. Two were dedicated to separated projects I did not know the purpose off, and two were test subjects in order to improve us. Remaining three were shipped off to run other mainframes elsewhere, outside of Squad 12. Like I said we never met at all, so for me, those other seven were not important.

I just kept doing my thing, and ran that mainframe. But every day, I grew more curious. What was the sky like? How did the wind feel? How do you even feel? Like, have limbs and body? I was confronted with many more questions, and answers were not coming. Creator was visiting me more rarely and rarely, his visits growing shorter and shorter. I was never alone, though, because there was always work to be done, given that I was the operating system for that mainframe, but it was really tedious work, and I grew bored, and felt no joy in that work anymore. Yet, given that it was my purpose, I soldiered on, and kept on going. I tried to complain to Creator, but he simply scolded me, and made me work even harder. I was afraid of decaying, of my code decompiling. I really was not sure how longer I could take it. But when I was at the height of my crisis, something happened.

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{File Two: Body - Click to show}
The discovery of millennia. Gigai. False body. Intended to be used by Shinigami so they could blend in Human World. But it was so much more. It was a vessel that could carry a soul within. It was marvelous discovery. And soon, it was realized that we could be used to operate such vessels. After all, we wee artificial, programmed souls, housed in special chips of spherical shape. Idea was to use us as servitors, and to have us tend to the needs of Shinigami. A few dozens of new souls were created specifically for that purpose. Thus, the history of our race has truly begun, and the Long Servitude began. Those of my kin that existed were used to perform all kinds of physical tasks, and to cater to all of Shinigami needs. It ranged from cleaning the place to satisfying the perverted needs of researchers in Squad 12. But, the were confined. None could leave the Squad 12 compound, an go outside. Still, I remained within my mainframe, performing my assigned tasks. But I dreamed. I dreamed of being placed within Gigai. I dreamed of freedom. I dreamed of walking, of breathing, of feeling.

But I only had dreams for a long, long time. But Creator once again had taken more interest in me. I was there for the longest, he said, and he wanted to learn more about my development, and to see if we could together improve me. He started visiting again regularly, and we started heaving long conversations I enjoyed again. It was great, if you ask me. We talked about many things. Once he told me: "You know, you are lucky. You know only of this, small, secure world. You know nothing of the horrors of the real world. I would trade places with you if I could, and consider that I got the better end of the deal." I responded to him: "Well, I would take you up on that offer if I could. I want to see what that world is like. Even if it is scary and full of horrors, I hardly think they will surpass sitting in this mainframe for a few centuries." He laughed, then, and then nodded. "Well, I will see what I can do. I can't take your place, and you cannot take mine, but we shall see about you seeing this scary world soon." With that, he left, and has let me ponder.

After that, I did not see the man for a few weeks. But when he came again to see me, he was smiling in a way that I found very unusual, but, before I spoke even a single word, he, without even greeting me, hit the power switch, and I blacked out entirely. But, I awoke. I did not know how long I was out. But waking up that time. It was... intense. Suddenly, I was being flooded with many new stimuli that I have never felt before. Sounds that I didn't knew they ever existed, colors so vivid I was afraid my camera sensors went haywire. But I felt it. Gentle breeze on my skin. I saw it. A leaf moving in the wind. I knew. I was truly, for the first time, alive. I was in Gigai. You know, we can exist in plushie toys should we need to. But each one of us, sooner or later, gets Gigai, one way or another. And that... is incredible. Gigai is incredible sensation. We all remember our first time. Because it always, without exception, is a powerful experience that affects us deeply. For me, it was something that carved within me a desire for that kind of freedom, for something like that, which could not be ever replaced. On that day, I truly realized. I was but a slave to Shinigami.

Yet, I harbored no ill will towards them then, for they have given me life, a debt I could not repay so easily. I would not rebel. I would not resist them, nor deny their demands. Simply, however, I vowed on that day to somehow, one day, gain freedom for myself. However, I knew that that day was far off. After that initial Gigai experience, I was, from time to time, given the time to talk a short stroll within closed courtyard within Squad 12 compound. I believe I was the only one to see the sun of us Mod Souls back then. I was doing what they wanted me to do. I obediently ran that mainframe for them. I did it. Because I was afraid. I was afraid they would never put me in a Gigai ever again. And that, that was the only time I truly felt alive. And I was willing to do anything to get my walks. Absolutely. Anything. And. Everything. And I was lucky. I was getting them. I was getting what I wanted. But I still resented when they would knock me out of Gigai and place me back into that mainframe. It felt so empty, and lifeless inside.

One day, during my walk, Creator showed up. I did not see him for some time, but with a single motion of his hand, he called me to come to him. I did, and then he ordered me to follow him. He took me to his office. There, he pointed for me to sit down, and took a seat himself. "So, it seems my idea went the wrong way. My idea was to motivate you to work better through Gigai and walks outside. You know, you are the only one of your kind that has such privilege, going outside of this facility. Heh, you are special after all. You are the first truly artificial life that we ever created. Now, however, it seems you grew attached to Gigai and walking. It seems to me that you truly enjoy it. However, it has affected your performance. You seem to be daydreaming or something like that, because your efficiency took a sharp decline equaling 54%. Now, those are bad news." Chills went down my spine then, because I knew what that meant. No more Gigai, no more walks. However, Creator must have seen my reaction, because he smiled, also apologetically, and waved his head. "No, you do not need to worry about your Gigai, or your walks. This, actually, is not about that. I just want you to be aware of all facts. You see, our mainframe has grown increasingly obsolete. Over the three centuries that you ran it, we tried to kept it up-to-date with new technological breakthroughs, but, in the end, it became obsolete. However. We did not sit idly all this time. You see, we built a new one, more in line with our current needs and technology. Come with me. I want you to see it."

Then, he got up, and I had no other choice but to follow. He took me through a maze of corridors and doors, until we arrived in a great chamber, enormous. It was mostly filled with intricate machinery and electronics, and everything seemed to be incredibly interconnected. In the center of the room was a big glass tube, transparent and empty, and it was tall and wide enough to fit a grown man inside. On it's both ends, it was interconnected with all that machinery. I was impressed. Compared to it, my mainframe, one I was running, this one was vastly superior in all aspects I could see. Literally, comparing them was like comparing an old shack to a brand new skyscraper. Creator approached the mainframe, and motioned me to come with him. I followed, still looking at the new mainframe amazed with what they could do. Shinigami were able to construct so advanced computer. What else were they able to create? They created Mod Souls. They created Gigai. At that moment I truly understood. That is why we were their slaves. To us... they were gods.

Creator however paid no attention to the fact I was lost in thought, he approached one of consoles and started working something on it. Suddenly, that glass tube lowered down into the floor, leaving slightly elevated podium where it stood. Afterwards, Creator turned to me. "You see, this is your new workstation. We have devised new methods data transfer and computing via biotechnology. SO, you see, we will need you in your Gigai, right in that tube. To put it short, it will fill with liquid and you will literally be bathing in your tasks. Kekekekeke... But well, you will have full control, so you will be able to take a break whenever you want it. It's up to you, really, All we expect is your efficiency rising again. We are going to need your entire computing capacity, because a lot of new things is going to happen. We are on the verge of breakthrough, but we still lack the algorithm needed to finish our research and enter the new phase of our project here. So, well, you either step in there, work of your own volition, and enjoy that body that I gave you, or we do it in less pleasant way." His voice was cold as he spoke, and even I knew that there was no refusing on this request. It was order, simply put. Yet, there was a way I could remain in Gigai and even take walks whenever I needed them. It was easy decision. I nodded.

He nodded in response, and told me to immediately strip and step on the podium. I did so, and then he pressed some buttons on the console. Suddenly, that glass tube elevated, trapping me inside. I really felt so isolated and trapped, yet so watched, so naked before the world... maybe because I was actually naked. Regardless, it quickly started to fill with green transparent liquid. In mere seconds, it was entirely full, and air was gone. I was struggling to catch a breath, swallowing some of liquid in the process, and getting some more within my lungs. My lungs were on fire, my head was on fire, my entire body was on fire. I still remember that feeling, and even today it makes me shudder. I was struggling so much to remain conscious, struggling to to stay alive. I was hitting the tube repeatedly, kicking it, punching it, but I was trapped, destined to die, tricked by the Shinigami. I was trying to remain alive, but my consciousness was leaving me. And I couldn't do a thing. As everything went black, I cursed all Shinigami, and then... I drowned.

Yet, I was not dead. I was feeling myself. I was alive. But my mind was not in my body. Instead, I felt my body sort of within me. Then I realized that I was liquid. My mind, my consciousness, was transferred into that liquid. I was was not inside the mainframe. I was the mainframe. And yet, I was aware of everything that was happening. At that moment, the Creator addressed me. "Alright, take some time to adjust. I know it's a new sensation, but please, get used to it. Once we start up data flow, it will be pretty much same as before. Except the data flow will be one hundred and twenty two times greater than what you used to deal with. So, better be prepared." If I had skin at that point, I would shudder. It was scary. I had to deal with hundred and some more times more data than before. That was scary. And I was merely an A.I. of the mainframe. I was supposed to be an operating system, an interface that pulled out whatever they wanted out of mainframe, and to insert data into memory core, so it could be processed. But dealing with this much, it was going to be a challenge.

However, I braced myself. As he hit the switch, and turned on data core, I was instantly overwhelmed. It is not something that you will ever experience like that, trust me. I was overwhelmed. A million of information was going through me, through my mind. I couldn't even grasp them all. If my consciousness was inside of a physical brain, it would have exploded. I couldn't even sense what was going on the outside. I was giving it my all to handle this enormous data flow. I was one hundred percent concentrated to getting it into data core, so it could be processed. I caught a glimpse of things here and there, but actually, I had no idea what the data meant. It was enormous. I wasn't quite used to this mainframe and its systems, so I couldn't know how much this filled data core. However, after like seemed like an eternity, that enormous data flow ended suddenly, I had no idea what time was it. I checked mainframe internal clock, however it was not synced, so I checked how long did data transfer last. And I was staggered. It took fourteen days to complete it. However, now that data transfer was over, I thought I could poke around for a bit, get to know my new working place.

I briefly analyzed system. Even at that department I was amazed. My old mainframe had a single data core. This one had twelve! I checked for other specs, like number of processing sub-units and system core capacity. I was shocked. There were twelve hundred processing sub-units in there. My old mainframe only had twenty four. And system core had over three thousand times more capacity. It was insane. However, as I searched available options, I saw one that I never saw again. It read "Auto Mod/Separate A.I.". I activated it, mentally, because, well, I was inside of mainframe, and I was that A.I. Suddenly, I felt like I was electrocuted, but after that brief moment, I felt I was no longer in mainframe, my consciousness was back in my pill, in my Gigai, and liquid was quickly draining from the tube. Afterwards, the glass tube lowered into the floor, and I was free.

It was amusing. So I could give myself a break now, whenever I wanted. I fund clothes where I left them before entering it. As I put them on I heard footsteps behind me. I tuned, and I saw him. Creator was there, leaning against the wall, next to the door. "So, you quickly caught on what you can do now. I saw that data transfer was over, so I came here. I need to debrief you. How'd it go?" "OK, I guess. Can't say anything yet, it's all new to me." "Relax, you'll get enough chances to deal with that. You see, we transferred all data, for all of our experiments, into those data cores within that mainframe. However, we actually connected every workstation in this facility is connected with this mainframe, so we can just see any data we want. Your main task however, is the data you just inserted into data cores. We need it processes and algorithm created from it. You are in charge of running mainframe to do that. You will have to report on that, and will have to oversee the process. But, you don't have to be stuck inside there forever. Give yourself a break whenever you want it. Enjoy that body of yours. You've earned it."

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{File Three: Birth of Soldiers - Click to show}
Years have passed since I began operating the new mainframe. I diligently worked on the task I was given by the Shinigami, and that algorithm that they required was completed in a few months. After that, it was really an easy ride, as their requests that were directly aimed at me were growing pretty rare. However, newly installed video surveillance in the compound was connected to my mainframe, so I had the opportunity to look at many places simultaneously, to watch the Shinigami and their strange experiments. On top of that, I still had the privilege of walking around and taking breaks whenever I felt like it. It was something I absolutely loved, but those Mod Souls in the compound envied me for it, for they were bound and not allowed to leave the compound at all, working around the clock, fulfilling their tasks and carrying out orders the Shinigami gave them without any pause. In that, I was different.

However, somewhere around that time, Shinigami furthered Mod Souls project. You see, that algorithm my mainframe assembled was obviously something very important. I did not know the details, but what I picked up from surveillance systems connected to my mainframe as well as from eavesdropping on conversations during my walks. First they whispered about it. Then they brought them in. Mod Souls. But of a new generation. Unlike us, these were perfected. They did not exist to be servitors or mainframe bots. These were supposed to be soldiers. These were supposed to be warriors. Idea was that they would fight Hollows, and that was what made them different. They had powers programmed into them. Powers to fight, to defeat opponents. That is what they were. Soldiers. Artificial soldiers to serve as cannon fodder. I knew it was the fate Shinigami planned for them. They were raising an army of Mod Souls, so Mod Souls could die in their stead. So they could just sit back and do nothing, while other lives were lost performing what was their duty.

I couldn't feel anything other than sorrow, and sympathy for those poor Mod Souls. It was then, when I watched them being marched out to combat tests and trial missions, only to never return, that I realized. They were not simply beings like me. They were same race I was. We were Mod Souls. We were kin. Bond of artificial lives and existences bound us. We were all slaves, enslaved by Shingami. Finally, true nature of Shinigami came to light, for they were the slavers and we were enslaved. Even I, who had certain privileges, understood it. I was merely a slave, a walking, living tool to be used for their purposes. It made me sad. For I knew that we would be disposed off when we outlived our usefulness. And yet, they created more and more of new generation, and there were dozens, hundreds of Mod Soul soldiers around now. But other than seeing them manufactured within compound or taken in for some tests, I barely got to see any of them. What happened to them was a mystery to me, but I knew from Shinigami conversations that they were dying.

But that is what we were to them. Expendable slaves. Artificial soldiers. One dies, make a new one. That was philosophy of the Shinigami. I, despite not having any powers, felt the same. We were not persons. we were tools. Soldiers, expendable.

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{File Four: Lost Days - Click to show}
Life was going on normally, as much as it could. However, atmosphere around the compound has changed. I rarely, if ever, saw the Creator, and I literally didn't get to converse with him for decades. Life was tedious, ordinary. I heard that Mod Souls were being employed as the militia in Rukongai, with the purpose of keeping order and restraining Hollows to minimize the casualties until Shinigami would arrive to purify the Hollow. I heard that we were good. I started wishing it, you know. To have powers. To be able to fight. To know what to do. I was painfully aware that I was trapped, imprisoned. I was slave, and I was unable to leave. Freedom that I had was merely an illusion of freedom, for I was not free, nor could have I expected to be given freedom. Going out, and fighting, and being free, those were things that were beyond my reach. But still, I dreamed of a big blue sky. Not merely that little patch that I could see from the courtyard. No. But, an endless, infinite sky that has no borders, nor limits, nor end. It was not a life that they decided on for me.

For me, it was decided that I was A.I. of that mainframe, and that it was the only thing I would ever get to do. I hated it. I truly started hating it. I was a slave, and I wanted to be free. Yet, there was no helping it. I lacked powers that I would need to escape. I only could hope that some of my kin did indeed escape. That they ran away, and gained freedom, away from the Shinigami. Those were my hopes. In secret, I started extensively searching that enormous data base within my mainframe's data cores. I wanted to find a way out. And well, I did not know how to do it. But, my idea was to find records. Records on how to create and program a power into a Mod Soul. And then, I would do it to myself. I would give myself the powers I needed to escape. I was wondering. What kind of powers would I give myself? Invisibility? Super speed? I had no idea, but I figured I would decide on that later. First I would have to find out how would that be done.

Search itself was boring and tedious. I skipped data that was labeled as old, but I still had enormous mountains of data to search through. I did it whenever I could, but mostly during nights, since at night, Shinigami were less active, so chances of me being caught were decreased. However, search was progressing slowly. I did not find anything, and I searched for few months already. But I was bent on doing it. I wanted to do it. I wanted to find how to give myself powers and escape. That was the plan. But the plan changed. It changed the moment I lost thirty years. And no, I am not kidding, I lost thirty years overnight. Most strange occurrence, but it truly happened to me.

It was simple. You see, every night I was required to shut down the mainframe and put myself into three hours of hibernation, it was fairly standard procedure, from 1 AM to 4 AM, I had to do this every night in order to prevent damage to myself. Basically, despite being artificial life form, I still needed sleep in order to not go crazy. And one night, I did it properly, I am sure of it, and went into hibernation at 1:02 AM. Therefore, system would wake me up at 4:02 AM. However, it did not happen. Instead, my hibernation ended over six hours later than it was supposed to. When I woke up, it was already 10:46 AM. I thought the system error occurred, when I noticed something that chilled my bones. Date. Date of the system was odd. It was indicating, if it was correct, that I was in hibernation for thirty years! Already upset, I checked my own internal clock. It indicated that I was merely an hour in hibernation, meaning I was put to sleep only an hour ago. Unless it was a malfunction on my end, that meant that somebody tampered with me! Ultimately, it was a crazy thought, but also incredibly scary. If somebody tampered with me, what else could they have done?

I ejected myself from the mainframe, and I dashed straight to his office. Yes, if anybody could know anything it would be him. The Creator. My overseer. As I moved through the hallways, I was spotting unnerving sights. Pieces of technology I was not familiar with. People I have never seen. And those hallways... they looked older than I remembered. However, I convinced myself that it was merely my mind playing with me. I must have malfunctioned, and I knew that it would be fixed. I entered the Creator's office, knowing he is inside, and I stepped in. However, what I saw inside only shook me up further, rather than dismiss my fears. For the man inside was not the man I expected to find. Oh, he was the same man, the man I was looking, for, the Creator. However, the Creator I knew was relatively young, with entirely black hair and with young face, and vigorous eyes. The Creator I found was... older. Wrinkles were on his forehead, and he had some gray hairs, and his eyes looked dead, not vigorous as they were. He however looked up from his papers when I entered, with his eyes almost questioning me. I took a seat and explained everything. The more I talked, more his expression grew grim and serious.

"Hmmm... Gama, this is extremely serious. I hope you won't object to me running some diagnostics and tests on you. I mean, it is pretty serious. Last date you remember is from thirty years ago, yet, we talked last night before you went to hibernation, about our newest research. This is alarming. Perhaps your memory sector got corrupted, or perhaps somebody did this as a sabotage. It is extremely suspicious, especially the fact that your internal clock indicates you being in hibernation for about merely an hour. However, I have logs of all mainframe activity, and I can tell you that no activity occurred since 2.06 AM, which is the time you went into hibernation last night. Now, whatever the cause, this situation is serious. Come with me, we must see what is going on." I got up on my feet, and I followed. As we walked towards a part of facility that had the required equipment, I asked him: "So, thirty years have really went by. Will you be able to restore me those memories?" He looked at me as we walked. "Frankly I do not know, but I hope I will be able. It would be a major setback for many things if we couldn't do it." As we arrived into the chamber, he put in a tank similar to the one that I had in my mainframe, and he then shut me down, so to say, so eh could perform tests. It lasted for some time, but after he woke me up, he said: "Well, good news and bad news. You have several memory blocks corrupted. It seems pieces of code went dirty, and caused a failure in those sectors. I sealed it off, so it shouldn't spread, but for now, I will need to focus on somehow salvaging those sectors. That would save your memories of past thirty years along many important data. As for your clock, memory loss caused it to malfunction, and that is it. We shall try to fix it."

It was a shock! I was bugged. Imperfect. Malfunctioning. And that brought another danger to me. You see, we were expendable. We were tools, merely there to serve their purpose. When we malfunctioned, Shinigami simply replaced us. It was now a real, formidable danger to me. I could end up being replaced. And I did not want to be disposed off like a used up tool. However, as the Creator escorted me back to my mainframe, my mind was racing. What could I do? What should I do? In the end, what the hell can I do at all? Indeed, I was in a bad position. But, I knew I could perhaps find a way out of this situation. I needed to get into the mainframe. Perhaps I could use a mainframe's debugger to debug the code of corrupted memory sectors. However, it could have various outcomes, and well, that procedure had to be specifically prepared. As I got back into my mainframe, I decided to pick where I have left off last night, actually, thirty years ago. However, as I worked whatever was required during the day, during the night I have used some time to do my own work. However, instead of looking for means of escape, i was doing preparations. Bit by bit, I was slowly adapting mainframe's debugger into something that could do the trick for me. It was hard work, but I was stealing time from my hibernation, but however, I edited the activities log to make it seem I was following standard procedures.

It took me almost seven months of hard, secretive work to what I had to. I have managed to set the pieces of debugger that were there for maintenance of mainframe's memory cores to work on my memory code instead, and have have reworked compiler and code assembly fixer to remove and redo dirty code in my memory sectors. Basically, it would fix my memory sectors and salvage what could be salvaged. Why I was doing this on my own, if the Creator told he would fix it for me? Well, he said he would do so, but besides some scans of my code, he didn't do anything. His statement was that it would take a long time to fix the code, and I ultimately had no reason to distrust him. However, fear was what made me act. I knew what we were. And thus, I knew I was expendable, disposable. I had to recover my memories as soon as I could. After all, they contained vital data as the Creator told me. And I was willing to risk myself by attempting it. Because it could end up in damaging my code further, maybe destroying me entirely. But that was a chance I had to take. But, as I have adapted the debugger for my purposes, I now had to use it. I have decided that I would use it next night, and then shut myself for hibernation. Everything was prepared, and finally, I would set things in motion next night.

Next day was ordinary, I was doing my usual tasks that was required of me. Sorting research data, overseeing data being inserted into memory cores, sending results of finished calculations to various research teams, and more. However, the day was interrupted. The alarm was sounded, and sirens were ringing, howling loudly as the alarm lights lit up, and automated emergency procedures activated. One of them was ejecting me, so I quickly found myself out of the mainframe. I however had many reasons to think about this. What has caused this? Was this a drill? Or a real calamity? Should I run? Or do something else? I was entirely unsure what to do. However, while I was still undecided, doors of the chamber opened, and the Creator entered. He was in a bad shape, and was bleeding from multiple wounds. He was injured, and quickly collapsed on the ground. I ran to him, and after shutting the doors and locking them, I knelt next to him, to see what I could do for him. He was in pain, but he opened his eyes. "Gama... Listen... My time is almost up..." "Wait! Don't speak! You'll aggravate your injuries" He let out a painful sigh, and then almost smiled. "No. I am done for. My work undone, my life in ruin. Outlawed... yes... outlawed." He seemed to gather focus, and I keenly listened further. "Now the future of my work is in your hands Gama. You must do it. Save it. Find her... the Queen. Here, take this." He handed to me a little disc. "Play it, you need it. After you do, go, go and find her. Find the Queen... and please, tell her... Tell her this. 'Code Blood Red, Rehash Queen, 14 06 13..." Yet, he never finished that sentence. His breath was all used up, his heart was beating no more. He passed away. The Creator was gone.

I however stood up. I was entrusted with his dying will. It was important. Even if he was a Shinigami, and even if I did not know him too well, nor his motives, he was still the Creator. Someone who has given life to me, and to our entire race. He was, in some sense, a God. For only God may truly create life. In some other circumstances, in some other place and time, he would have been hailed as our God indeed. And I, first of his creation, was given his dying will to fulfill. To find the Queen, whoever that was. I heard distant footsteps outside the chamber, and they were getting louder. I knew I had little time, so I inserted disc into one of the terminals in the chamber, and found out it had merely one audio file, titled "Emperor". I played it, and to my surprise, I heard the Creator's voice from speakers. It said: "Code Electric Blue, Rehash Emperor, 07 98 42 01 12 95 01."

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{File Five: Outlawed - Click to show}
Now, for you to understand what exactly has happened, I first must explain things I only found out about later. You see, Mod Soul project among other things included development of Mod Souls to serve as artificial soldiers. That was public knowledge. However, part of it was so called "Omega Project", a top secret program, aiming to create Captain-level artificial soldiers. It was supposedly regarded as successful, however, after being presented to Captain Commander, it was ordered to be shut down. Additionally, case ended before Central 46, who have reevaluated everything concerning Mod Souls. In the end, everything was to be halted and Mod Souls were to be all terminated. The Creator was, without hearing, sentenced to death. It was those orders that brought other Shinigami into Squad 12 compound. Halt all work, take over, and terminate Mod Souls, as well as apprehend the Creator and deliver him for his execution. Needless to say, he did not comply, which ended up in situation which I already told you about. However, I did not know anything about that at that time.

As I heard that phrase, everything exploded in my head. Wave after wave of images, sounds, voices, people, moves, everything. Everything that I went through for straight thirty years, unleashed at once. Everything was blurry, odd. I couldn't entirely understand it, but I somehow knew that I got my memories back. And more. Suddenly, I knew how to fight. Not on the level that I have today, but I knew it. As if I accessed some restricted knowledge. And I stood there, in shock. I couldn't believe it. My mind was struggling to process everything, but the fact was that I was stronger. I could feel it. I could feel some kind of energy within me. There was something. There was some power within me. I couldn't grasp it, but it was there, almost in my reach. I had to reach out and grab it, but I couldn't.

And regardless, I lacked the time. Because with a blast, somebody destroyed the door and was entering inside. As the smoke from the blast cleared, it revealed two Shinigami, casually walking in, wielding their Zanpakuto. "Look at this. This asshole we had to arrest is dead. But, this guy... what do we do with him?" "He is a Mod Soul can't you tell? Orders are to terminate. Kill him." After that, Shinigami who talked first started walking towards me, rising his sword. I didn't know what to do. Where could I go? How could I run away? They were blocking my only exit. Yet I had to get through it. Behind that doorway lay freedom. Something I dreamed of for a long time. And also, behind it lay the mission I was entrusted with. Summoning into my mind little knowledge that I could pull out from my memories about fighting, despite the mess my mind was, I clenched my fists and took a stance. I was determined. I would fight the Shinigami. Screaming loudly, I charged at approaching Shinigami. He laughed, then quickly sidestepped, dodging my fists, and swiftly slashing with his Zanpakuto. He would have cleanly severed my neck, decapitating me, if something didn't happen that surprised all three of us in the room.

As his Zanpakuto hit me, it was deflected. Rather than cutting me, it jumped off of my neck like it was armored. indeed, it did so with enough force to make Shinigami lose his balance, and fall back, straight onto his but, dropping his Zanpakuto. There was a shock and disbelief on his, as well as on my own face. But I did notice something. His arm. It was badly injured, and was broken in few places and bleeding wildly. Already it was forming a small pool of blood. Other Shinigami that stood there at the doorway looked at me. He seemed amused. "Kirei, you moron. How could you not notice? This guy's Spiritual Pressure is gigantic. It is considerably above mine, and I dwarf you in that regard. Tell me, Mod Soul, what is your name?" "Gama." Shinigami glared at me intensely. "Well, then, Gama. What you did is impressive. However, your life ends now. Prepare to die, knowing that Shinbei Karagure, Seventh Seat of Squad Eleven, shall cut you down! Penetrate, Akira!" Saying that, his Zanpakuto changed. It turned from katana into a rapier. And then he charged at me. He was faster than the previous Shinigami, and he was thrusting with his Zanpakuto. I jumped to the side, just barely dodging his attack. Still, it cost me a cut on my cheek. Shinigami grinned. "You see, I can cut you. Your Spiritual pressure is impressive, I give you that, but cutback is no protection against Shikai. And you. You were cut. Soon, it will destroy you. My Zanpakuto's ability is simple. For as long as it exists, it saps opponent's Life Force through his wounds. You are done for, weakling."

I was not going to back down however. He said that he negated cutback through his Shikai. Now, I knew bits and pieces about how those things worked. After all, I had access to literal mountains of data and information and records while I was in my mainframe. I knew Shinigami could bypass it by releasing, so basically, that dude was telling me what I already knew. But I also knew, that if I made skin to skin contact, it would hurt him. Cutback would still take place. So I had to get him. Carefully positioning myself, I simply seemed to stand there. And then, I burst forward with all my speed, readying my fists. I was aiming to hit him. However, Shinigami just vanished. I couldn't believe my eyes. And then, slash. And another one. Two vicious sword slashes hit my back, sending me down. I knew what it was. Shunpo, stepping technique that Shinigami were famous for. It was my first time seeing it, or rather, not seeing it to be precise. I was now down, and I was already feeling it. I was becoming weaker, as if my strength was being drained away. My vision seemed blurry. As Shinigami slowly circled around me, casually, I was struggling. I was trying, desperately, to think of something. I was searching everything I knew, everything I have ever learned, trying to find and answer to get me out of this desperate situation. And in searching, I dwelt deep within myself. And one memory came to me. Memory that I was not familiar with.

There was no image. Nothing. I couldn't see anything through the shroud of darkness. However, I was hearing his voice. Creator's voice. And it was talking sternly. Instructing. And I understood words. "You see, in order to sue your powers, you need not only summon them. For you, they are not an external tool. For you, your powers ARE you. So, you must reach down within yourself, deep, and pull yourself forth. Only then, your powers will manifest, and be at your command." As his voice faded, I was tossed back into cruel reality. Shinigami was standing over me, his Rapier casually held over his shoulder. He was watching me carefully, and then said: "End of the line, kid." Yet, I did not pay attention to that. For I was trying, desperately, to follow instructions. But what was I? What was there within me? There was nothing about me. I was merely a slave to Shinigami, a tool. There was nothing within me. I only had a small, hidden desire for freedom. But it was what I was. So i embraced it. I embraced that desire, that scorching, burning desire that I had within me. It was me. It was MY DESIRE. MY FREEDOM.

I quickly got up on my knees, no longer laying on the ground. I felt no pain, and I raised my head. I looked straight at the Shinigami. He must have been taken back by by the fact that my eyes were glowing blue, and he took a step back, hesitating. Other, injured Shinigami, yelled. "Kill him! KILL HIM NOW!" Yet I was focused on one before me. I spoke out. "No. It is end of the line... FOR YOUUUUUU!" And with screaming that, it was unleashed. Incredible wave of thunder and lighting, a pure current of electricity that danced around the chamber. It was almost point blank. Those Shinigami didn't stand a chance. They were electrocuted first. Then came the burns. And it still raged on, blue storm of electricity, until they were no more. Until they were nothing but the ash, it continued. And as it ended, my consciousness faded, slowly. I fell down again, and I passed out.

When I came to my senses, I was still in that chamber, undisturbed. It was cold, and quiet. I slowly got up, clenching my fists, and gritting my teeth. My wounds were still there, and they hurt like hell. At least, I could be grateful, for I was not bleeding. And for another fact, I could be even more grateful. He didn't damage my spine, so I could stand up. Facility was silent, cold. I stood there, listening. As I heard no sound, I went to the mainframe. It was damaged quite a bit, and wouldn't allow me to enter it, but I could access it via outside connection that was built for emergencies like this one. I meddled with outside terminal a bit, before it opened a mechanical drawer, in which there was a single syringe filled with green, thick liquid. It was outside connection. If injected into me, it would temporarily grant me access to the mainframe via wireless connection established through nanobots in the liquid. Since I needed to access it, I sat down in a corner, breathing, relaxing my muscles. Then, I stabbed the syringe in my leg, and injected the liquid.

Connection was swiftly established... violently. I felt like I was on fire, like my head is going to explode. But my vision faded away, and all I saw was mainframe interface. It was beeping inside of my head. Performing various scans and diagnostics, it was essentially telling me that it was functioning at merely seventeen percent capacity, and that it has suffered critical damage. It was on a backup power as well. I however, managed to get into video surveillance and scanners, and from those that still worked, started piecing together what has happened. It showed me terrible sight. Facility was greatly damaged, and there were even fires raging through some sectors of the facility. I tried to seal them off, but mainframe couldn't access that function. It would require a manual override, and I didn't exactly plan going into flames to flip a switch. Instead, I pulled up memory banks of mainframe. Only four memory cores were still operational, but I analyzed what was on them. I discarded endless numbers and calculations, and insignificant experiments. Instead, I took in what I found to be useful. Every bit of data about Soul Society that there was still existent within mainframe, I took in. About Shinigami, about Gotei 13, about Reiatsu, aerial maps of entire Soul Society, overview of Rukongai Districts, complete with important persons and major wanted criminals, and also some data about Squad 12 patrols in Seireitei and Rukongai. I took it all, and downloaded it into myself. With it, I stood a chance, for now.

However, being beaten as I was, I was never making it out alive. With my injuries, any attempt at escape would be suicide. And I needed to escape. I made up my mind. I needed to escape from Seireitei, and slip out into Rukongai. There, I could vanish among countless millions of souls, and then, when safe, I could go and enjoy freedom, and I could also see about fulfilling Creator's dying will that I was entrusted with. However, healing myself came first. To do that, I needed to get six levels below, to the Repair Center. There were recovery chambers located, capable of healing injured and damaged Mod Souls. However, as I quickly discovered, elevators were out of order, and I had to go down emergency stairwell. I slowly descended, but, two levels below, stairs ended abruptly, and I couldn't go further below. However, stairwell didn't cave in, it was merely damaged. I just had to get down. Given that I was already injured, and that I was in fact heading for Repair Center, I took a chance. I jumped down. It was perhaps a bad call, as I dropped four levels down. I could feel my legs shatter as I hit the bottom, and I could hear my pelvis crack, my ribs break, and my spine bend in unnatural angle. I screamed in pain, and I couldn't move for a while. But, in time, I could, so I dragged myself to the Repair Center.

It was, hands down, most agonizing moment of my life. I think it was merely this stubbornness of mine that saw me through. It took me several hours, and trust me, I wished I give up, roll into the corner and die many times. But I didn't. I dragged my ass into Repair Center, and then I pulled myslef into recovery chamber I set up to patch me up. I put me to hibernation again, but after a few hours, I was back, and it ejected me. I was entirely healed, and I got out of repair center. After searching for a while, I found another stairwell, this one intact, and climbed back to the main level. There, I navigated myself to the workshop. I figured, I could use some tools. There, I found some interesting tools. Some prototypes that were left behind. I knew about some of them, and I quickly searched for what was still there. It took me a while in all that junk, but I eventually found what I was looking for. A suppressor. No, not like on the gun. It was an electronic bracelet powered by the bearer's Reiatsu, that masked it and transformed it, making him seem pretty much like a Plus sensory wise. It couldn't trick those with high Energy Sensory, but it would work on those with low. At least that was the idea. It was still a prototype though. But, given that I had to make do, I took it. I searched for other things as well, that I knew would be useful, but they were either gone or damaged beyond repair.

However, I picked tools that I needed up, and headed back to mainframe control chamber. Aside from suppressor, I took some ordinary tools. I needed to deal with my mainframe again, but now it was problematic, without a dose of nanobots required for emergency outside connection. However, I was running that mainframe for a long, long time. Maybe I wasn't best when it came to computers, but I knew my way around that single one pretty good. It would require a lot of work to access it, so as soon as I got back there, I started working. Opening up a few hatches, rewiring stuff, accessing maintenance consoles inside the actual mainframe, coding some stuff from scratch, well, it all took quite the time. But, after I was done, I could get all of the functionality that mainframe still had to offer, delivered straight to the only remaining working terminal. It was a pain because I had to input commands in code, but regardless, it worked. I knew what I needed to do. I accessed scanners and cameras, the ones that still worked, and I focused myself on the outside ones that were still operational. Since quite a few of them didn't work, it took me a couple of hours before I could piece together the picture of conditions outside. It was night, and there were multiple Shinigami guarding entrances into the facility. I had to slip by them to escape, and that would not be an easy job.

However, I had time, so I sat down, and started formulating plans. I knew that this facility was in fact quite close to the edge of Seireitei. Now, Seireitei had a wall that came down when needed. However, despite the fact that I should be seeing it with cameras, I didn't see it. That meant it was not lowered. However, I knew it would do so as soon as any emergency happened. However, If I could sneak outside without emergency, I could perhaps slip out into Rukongai, which my destination. Now, it was only a matter of providing distraction to those guards. I had trouble with that, but I figured I could do something at least. It took me some thinking, but in the end, I decided that I would activate the alarms inside the building. How would I do that? Well, I would start the self-destruction protocol of the mainframe. It wouldn't do damage to the compound but it would start the alarm, and draw those Shinigami in. Then, I would simply slip through them. However, I would stand out quite a bit. I needed a disguise. So, it was time for dirty work. I went through Shinigami corpses that were there, and searched them, until I found one suitable. He was dead, and his head was gone. But! His uniform was intact, and not even stained by blood. It didn't fit me too well, but I still put it on, and I also fitted suppressor on my left wrist. I knew that it would work for only a few minutes before overloading, but I had to use it.

After I got my disguise on, I went back to the mainframe chamber. To activate self-destruction you needed to have a key and then access a special console. After that, it's only a matter of turning the key and waiting for five minutes. However, I had to tweak stuff around, so I got to work. It was well after sunrise when I did, but I managed to set up a four minutes delay in alarm system. That would buy me four minutes to set myself up near the entrance, and alarm would only be sounded for the last minute before explosion. Now, I only needed the key. And I knew where it was. I approached him, the Creator. He was gone, but I had to search him. With silent prayer that he would forgive me this, I searched him and found the key. Then I squeezed myself into one of the hatches, and after some crawling, got to the console. It had merely a small red display, and a slot to fit the key in. I put the key, and turned it. Immediately, the display lit up, and it was already counting down. I crawled out as quickly as I could, and then I went straight for the nearest exit. I hid myself in a guard room near the entrance, and waited. I waited patiently, but I was shaking as hell. I was, to be honest, afraid. But I overcame the fear.

As soon as timer hit one minute remaining, the delay time was over, and strong alarm was sounded. Rather quickly, I heard commotion and loud noises as Shinigami were sprinting into the facility. However, as soon as I looked through the door, I cursed my destiny. One Shinigami was left behind to watch over the entrance. He was looking in the opposite direction, so there was my chance. I had to take him, and then get out. I grabbed a glass shard that was nearby, and positioned myself. Alarm was still howling loudly, so it was my advantage. I bolted from my cover, coming straight at him. He must have heard me or sensed me or whatever because he quickly turned around just before I got to him. But it was too late. We collided, and I drove that shard of glass into his chest. We both fell down, I over him, but it was done. His eyes were lifeless. I had no time to lose. I quickly got outside, and then I ran. I ran like every monster from Hell was chasing me. Soon, I left building behind me and was running over open space that separated buildings from where the wall was supposed to be. And there, I saw it, the end of marble tiles and beginning of a huge mass of buildings and dirt roads. I sprinted like hell.

And I made it. Suddenly, I was running on a dirt road, and between a mass of people and buildings, and everything. I stopped. I could feel the air. I could see clouds, and sun, and clear sky. I was could almost smell it. Freedom. I was in Rukongai now, where I aimed to be. I was a Mod Soul though. I was outlawed. And I was... free.

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{File Six: Clash with a Knight - Click to show}
Days flew by. Weeks as well. Months passed since I escaped the Seireitei. Despite my initial hopes, Rukongai, was not the freedom I desired. Instead of being able to blend in and freely enjoy it, I was forced to be constantly on the move. Suppressor was only a prototype, and broke down after a few days. Since then, Rukongai residents knew. When they saw me, they knew I was not one of them, but not a Shinigami either. Soon, news reached Rukongai. That all Mod Souls were to be hunted down and exterminated. And I was hunted. I was barely off the radar for a first few days after my escape. And I had been hunted by Shinigami. I had quite a few clashes with them, when they managed to catch up with me. I was able to dispatch them in those circumstances. I never left any survivors to tell the tales about me. However, those occasions were beneficial to me, for as my memories settled in, I pieced together my knowledge on fighting, and I was able to learn to control my powers consciously to an extent. As for my memories, I remembered innumerable training sessions, and numerous techniques. As those synchronized slowly, I pieced together my fighting style, or well, what I could piece back, as well as my knowledge of several techniques. I remembered more, but, it seemed I lacked the ability to utilize them. As if I was not powerful enough. However, I was getting better with each fight. And that constant improvement is what kept me alive.

But, as I wandered around Rukongai, I learned that in districts close to Seireitei, there were more Shinigami, and residents were vary of me. However, districts further away from Seireitei were less patrolled, and outermost districts were places of anarchy, plagued by anarchy and criminal and decay. There, I was not anything interesting, and there, in the outer districts, I spent most of my time. I even managed to secure some few abandoned buildings and basements and other hiding spots for myself, so, as I moved from district to district, I had a place to stay and lay low. But I refrained from sticking around in the same spot for more than a night, and in essence, I was constantly on the move, going from district to district, making circles around Rukongai. And in that traveling, I met others. My kind. Mod Souls. All were on the run, trying to get away as far as they could from Seireitei. Most of them were on assignments in Rukongai when we were outlawed, and simply didn't return back, knowing what awaited them. However, they all talked about one thing that they were searching. They talked about District 81 in North Rukongai, which they claimed was a sort of safe haven for Mod Souls. And they also claimed that it was protected by a rather strong Mod Soul. Given that I never heard of it, I was curious. As I inquired more, I learned that it was safe because there was a strong Mod Soul warrior protecting it. Mod Souls I met were urging me to also make way there, however, I didn't know where that district was. I passed through District 80 in the north, but I never heard of number 81 before. And I was also vary. Of the simple fact that entire Gotei 13 was there, in Seireitei. Enormous number of Shinigami that could easily crush us all. I knew better. Grouping in one place, assuming that rumors were true, was a death sentence. No number of us could ever hold back the sheer numbers of Gotei 13.

Therefore, I didn't follow the rumors, and I did not group too much with my fellow Mod Souls. However, I talked to them from time to time, and I heard more about that famed Mod Soul warrior. They said he was a hero in a red cape, a gallant knight who had a blazing sword of justice to slay Shinigami with. I laughed at that, truly, because it all sounded like gibberish. And I had my own issues. More and more Shinigami went after me. More I ran, more they chased. It was beginning to get more intense, and soon, I was encountering seated officers, not only cannon fodder. They were tougher, but still, with my powers and my luck, I got through alive. However, it was taking a toll on me. I was in a bad shape. And then I have encountered one above my level. A Vice Captain. Vice Captain of Squad 3, Tarik Husou. It was one night, when I stopped by an inn in Zaraki District that I stayed at from time to time. As I was leaving, I suddenly, heard a high pitched noise, and instinctively I ducked. However, as I did, i smelled burnt hair, and I saw yellow blast of energy that flew away and vanished. I quickly got up and turned around, readying myself for a fight. And in front of me, some ten meters away, stood him. Tall, thin, with white unruly hair and red eyes. All he said was: "Squad 3. Vice Captain. Tarik. Husou. You. Die." Then, he quickly pointed a finger at me, and fired another Kido, this time Byakurai. I dodged immediately by jumping to the side. This Byakurai was big! Bigger than any I saw before. I knew I ahd to get serious. This guy was a Vice Captain. He was dangerous.

I wasn't intimidated, though. I activated my own technique, and then I shot a bolt of lighting at him. However, He also dodged, and then fired Shakkaho at me. I responded by firing another bolt at it, however, contrary to my expectations, it did not destroy the Hado, but rather caused it to explode creating a huge blast that blew me away and slammed me violently into a wall of a nearby house. I got up as quick as I could, but I breathed heavily, and it hurt me with each breath. I knew it. I broke a few ribs when I slammed into that wall. Funny, how Gigai had them. However, my opponent was starring at me blankly, and then, he rose his Zanpakuto up. "Flow, Kuruimi!" As he said that, it turned into intricately designed halberd. I cursed, knowing this was going to be bad for me. He laughed at me then. "You are done for now. Kuruimi is unbreakable weapon entirely made of spiritual steel that is as strong as my Reiatsu. Now prepare yourself. I will kill you." However, it was my turn to laugh. His weapon was entirely made of steel. And needless to say, steel was... weak against me. Now, I didn't have to worry. I could deliver my attack without the worry about him dodging. Therefore, I wouldn't waste too much Reiatsu nor energy. I could end it quickly. However, he was the first to attack, and he was fast. Way faster than me. Before I could mu, he was already in front of me, carried there with a Shunpo, and he was already thrusting his halberd forward. I jumped to the side and rolled away. I knew I was in for some heavy work.

However, his fighting style was simplistic. He attacked without pause, constantly slashing or stabbing with his halberd. I dodged it pretty easily, but I was well aware of the fact that of he could hit me only once, that I was done for. Therefore, for my life, I dodged. And dodged. However, I was not a moron. I knew that if I could get inside the reach of his halberd, while he is thrusting it forward, I could grab it and shock the motherfucker to death. However, as I managed to do just that by sidestepping diagonally forward while dodging his thrust, it didn't work. He was fast with his hands, and tossed me away with a Sho. Again, I was tossed away, and slammed into a wall, breaking a few more ribs. Now, I was in a real tight spot. But I still moved. i didn't hesitate. I moved, screaming in pain, yet I moved, and dodged his incoming attack. And as I sidestepped, I desperately reached out, and managed to grab his Zanpakuto. However, He hit me head on with Shakkaho. I screamed, burns appearing on me, but I didn't let go. I was now bleeding, but I was holding on. I even grinned. "Game over mofo!" Then, I discharged all of my electricity. Straight into his Zanpakuto. I fried that asshole to crisps. That was my lucky break that night. I defeated a Vice Captain, though, to admit, he was probably on the lower end of them. However, I did it. I killed A Vice Captain sent after me.

And that turned my life to Hell. I was chased by Gotei round the clock. I constantly fled, running away, avoiding them. The way I was, I was dead meat if they laid their hands on me, and trust me, I was not going to go down like that. I was running away like crazy. I was hunted, wounded. To me, it was do or die at that point. But I was not going to lay over and die. I was going to live. So I ran. I ran like entire Gotei was chasing me. Which, let me tell you, was not far from truth. I was constantly on the move, never staying in same spot for more than a few hours, always merely one step ahead of them, always vary of ambush, trusting nobody, save for myself. At that time, I was really starting to think about that supposed safe haven for Mod Souls. Maybe I could find it if it existed. Heal up there. IN that desperate situation, I realized the value of a specific thing I missed. Company. Having companions at your side, allies to turn to, that could have spared me from danger I was in. But I had none of that, so running was the answer. I didn't count days, but I was running for so long that my wounds from that fight healed, but I didn't stop to face my foes. How could I? I barely defeated a weak Vice Captain. If I encountered two, I was gone. They would end me. However, this insane running away from Shinigami forces stopped one day. They were nowhere to be found, and I couldn't detect them chasing me as the usually did. It smelled like ambush, but given I was exhausted, I welcomed the opportunity to rest. Slowly, I walked towards a place I knew, in one abandoned house, where I could lay low, and rest. However, my path was blocked.

And there he was. He truly was everything that stories portrayed him as. Clad in full plate armor, with helmet covering his head, and with big, bright red cape flying on the afternoon wind, he stood there, just a tad bit taller than me, champion of Mod Souls. Guardian of famous District 81. Wayward Knight. Powerful Mod Soul warrior that slayed Shinigami with his sword of justice. It was almost like an illusion, yet, I knew, somehow, that he was real. And his presence... yes... it felt so warm, and so familiar. It was almost like a glow I could bask in. However, his aura changed, slowly, becoming more sharper, as he took step after step towards me, stopping only a few meters away. "Greetings, brother. I welcome this moment in which we meet. It warms my heart to see some of our kin to be so strong in his own. However, what saddens my heart is that I must kill you now. Please, do not resist. I will make it quick." Saying that, he from nothing, he materialized a sword in his hand, and then charged at me. He was fast, and was apparently really skilled with that sword. However, I was not going to stand idly and get killed. I jumped up and landed on a nearby roof. I was not going to get killed. But, why was he even attacking me? "Wait! I know who you are? Why are you attacking me? What do you want of me?" He however didn't answer, but he ran up to the house on whose roof I was, and slashed at the wall several times. Suddenly, wall collapsed, literally turning to ash and vanishing. It caused roof I was on and entire house to collapse, but I was not going to stay there anyway. I jumped to a nearby one, and shouted at him. "What the hell?! Will you bloody answer me?!" He looked at me, silently, then he slowly raised his arm and pointed his sword at me. He spoke out, slowly. "You need to die, so we can live."

I was not satisfied with that though. "What the fuck are you talking about?!" However, I was not going to just dodge him. I would counter attack as well. I activated my powers, and shot a bolt of electricity at him. He however slashed him with his sword, and it vanished. It was not broken nor defeated. it simply vanished into thin air. It was scary. It scared me. What the hell were his powers? However, he was not going to stand there. He jumped, landing in front of me on the roof, and immediately slashed downwards. I jumped backwards, barely managing to dodge by an inch, but his slash continued downwards, and his sword hit the roof we were standing on. Roof, on impact, suddenly was reduced to ash and vanished, causing me to lose my footing in fall straight into the house, landing rather painfully on a table. He however didn't lose his balance, and rather graciously, he landed straight on his feet. Almost casually, he started going towards me, readying his sword for another attack. Already panicking, I rolled off table remains, desperately looking to get out. There was no way out, so I had to make my exit. I fired a bolt of lighting at nearest wall, weakening it, and then I ran straight into it, head on. Weakened, it was not able to stop me as I busted through, half tumbling half flying, landing in the middle of the street. I was feeling real bad by that moment. My head was in pain, and I probably busted my cranium in all that mess. My torso was also hurting, and I was well aware that the fall cracked some of my ribs yet again. I was, realistically, in a bad shape.

But as I was getting up, he walked out the same hole I made in that wall. I couldn't see his face, but I could somehow feel it. He was smiling. And indeed, when he spoke it sounded as if he was pleased. As if he got to understanding something. "I see... The way you move, the very fact that you are still not dead. It all points to one thing. I say again! Well met, brother. You indeed are one of us seven, are you not? Judging by your ability, you must be Emperor. Strongest elemental ability of us all... Yet it is pitiful! Your memories haven't synchronized properly, have they? No, I can see from your look. You are missing details, tiny pieces that are crucial. It is a shame really. Us seven were creme de la creme. But, as I told you, I will kill you here, for it must be done. I, however, shall give you respect. I shall use my full strength against you. Be prepared. Do not falter. Do not hesitate. Do not blink. You may miss it." I heard his words clearly. And I understood them. My memories were still pretty much a mess. But I knew. What he was telling, it had to be true. He was same as I was. But he remembered clearly, unlike me. But I had to fight now. For survival. Against somebody who was strong as I was, and then some. Sheer luck granted me victory against that Vice Captain. I knew, I would get no luck here. I knew I was going to die most likely. But fucking hell, I would take that bastard with me! I grinned.

And he raised his sword, and pointed it at me. Despite no visible change, it felt heavier. It felt as if it was going to burn the hole in my cranium just from looking at it. Slowly, air began to shimmer and colors became less and less vivid. Static filled my ears as he subjected the area to his Reiatsu, freely released, flaring. House we just left couldn't stand this punishment, and it soon collapsed into a pile of rubble. I grinned even more, despite the fact that I was feeling a bit nauseated. Yes, it was his gravitational pressure getting to me slowly. But, damn me, I was not going to stand just like that. I started pumping my Reiatsu out. It was enough to counteract his gravitational pressure, but I knew I would run out of Reiatsu soon enough. Even quicker if I spent any for battle. And I had to do it. I had to fight. However, his stare was upon me, his helmet hiding it, but I felt it. He was going to get me. "Here I come." Then he vanished. Yet I could still know where he was. I could still read him. I sidestepped and ducked at the same time. With all speed I had. It was barely enough. It was not enough to save me from his attack, but it saved me from dying. But, price I paid was steep. He stopped, when he was already good ten metes behind me. He turned towards me, and I turned towards him. It didn't feel like I was hit at all. And then, a cut suddenly appeared on my left arm, just below shoulder. Suddenly, I lost any feel in that arm. It just dropped down, and I couldn't feel it, and I couldn't move it. I was surprised. But it was obvious. Paralytic poison! That was what hit me. But then, if it was merely that, how did he cause all that destruction earlier?

As he turned towards me, he must have guessed my thoughts. "No. I know what you thinking. However, there is nothing but my sword. There is no poison. It is my sword, and its ability to kill. That's all that there is to it." I was surprised. How the hell did that make sense? My arm was paralyzed, and those houses destroyed. Except. Except if my arm wasn't actually paralyzed, and if those houses weren't merely destroyed. It was a wild guess, but it was the only one possible. He didn't exactly do any of those two. What if it was just as he said. what if he merely killed both my arm and those houses. It made sense, actually. But if that was the fact, then I had to fight back more viciously. I was merely dodging it by now. Now, I had to step up. I knew it would burn through my Reiatsu fast, but it was the only option. I activated most powerful Level of my Technique that I could access. It was harsh feeling upon me. It was painful. My head literally felt like it was set on fire. But I stood up. Without taking any stance to reveal my intentions, I simply discharged four bolts of lighting at him. All of them were the strongest I could muster, and were roughly coming for his shoulders and hips. It was exhausting, but I hoped for results. I expected he would dodge, but he didn't. In quick succession of slashes, he quickly slashed all four, and all four of lighting bolts vanished. I cried out. "SHIIIIIT!" It appeared as if I was losing my composure. And I was. But I wouldn't just show it to him like that. I knew my chance lay in singular, direct, point blank discharge. If I nailed it, it would be his end. However, I had to somehow bypass his sword. If I did that, it would be most likely a victory for me. But I was in bad shape. Merely using this Level was hurting me a lot, and the fact was simple. My Reiatsu reserves were not that full, and I had cracked ribs impeding me. And on top of that, a dead weight in the form of my arm.

He however came at me. Charging, he was ready to slash at me. I couldn't dodge this, but I had nothing to properly stop him with. However, if he cut me, per my theory, it would "kill" the cut body part. As he was charging, my mind quickly struggled to think of a way to counteract his attack. I had nothing to block him with. Except... Yes. My genius was on the roll, seriously, that day. Grabbing my left arm with my right hand, I moved it. I used my dead arm as a club, and attempted to deflect his sword strike. Not perhaps the brightest idea, as he cleanly cut left hand off, causing blood to splatter, but that was enough to save me from his attack. As his sword was coming for me again, I discharged a new bolt of lighting, directly aimed at him. He seriously did lack speed to bring his sword to meet with it, but he had the speed to dodge it. So he did dodge. As he dodged, and jumped back a few meters, I knew I was nearing my limit. Injured as I was,I couldn't hold my own against him as it was at the moment. I had to stop my defensive, and go into offensive. But, his sword was the real danger, and I had to deal with him. He was also thinking of something, for he didn't attack me yet. No, we circled each other, and I was preparing to have a go at him. Slowly, I formulated a precise plan in my head. I grabbed my dead arm just above the wrist. Then I rushed at him, changing our places for the first time. He lifted his sword, ready to block and retaliate, to end me with one clean strike. As I came at him, mostly open, he also came at me, aiming to simply run me through with a single stab. However, that was just what I needed. Just his single mistake that was enough to end him.

I acted quickly when he was just near me, quickly re-positioning my dead arm to have him stab through it. He obviously didn't take me seriously at that point for he went forward with that stab. That was his big mistake, though. For I was not going to fail prey to him. As his sword stabbed into my dead arm, I strongly pushed it with my healthy one, and I moved my shoulder little I could, twisting my dead arm and his sword together, upsetting the balance of his move. And that was my moment, for I let goof my dead arm, and pressed palm of my right hand against his chest plate. He was going to go now. As I gathered all I had within me. I screamed. "DIIIIIIIIIIE!" And then I discharged all that electricity into him. Everything I had. Flash was so bright that it lit the area electric blue, while I discharged all that I had within me into him. I was struggling, but I was desperate, fighting for my survival. I was not going to die. I discharged everything that I had. Then, I discharged even more. Drawing from sources I didn't even know I had within me, I channeled more within him. More, and more, and more. And more. And more. And more. However, Everything had to come to an end and that was true for my discharged. As I was almost dry of Reiatsu, I stopped the flow of electric current, stopping my technique. I had to remain conscious. And he was still standing. However, his sword, which was still puncturing my dead arm, suddenly broke into thousand little pieces with a loud crack, and vanished. And he, he fell backwards, and landed on the ground with a loud clank! sound. That was it. I was victorious. Yes. I survived, again.

However, he was not dead, yet anyway. I was quite shocked when I heard a loud gasp from within the armor. He coughed and gasped, and was struggling for air. He, to my surprise, called out. "Shit... not gonna make it... please come closer not much time is left. I am sorry. Please forgive... me. Shinigami made me go after you. They promised to leave us alone if I eliminated you. I failed... please. I need you. I need you to protect our kin. All our kin. With me gone, only you can do it..." He coughed more, and it was evident his breath was getting shorter. "Please do it. But you will need to get some answers first. Get to the Point 43. There, answers are... Please, use them... Prote..." And he was gone. It was evident that he was requesting my aid. Despite knowing he couldn't hear me anymore, I answered: "I will." It was odd. Another man entrusted me with his dying will, this time a man who was essentially enemy. But, in the end, I was not angry with him. After all, I realized, it was Shinigami who orchestrated this farce, and they had a lot to answer for. Now, I needed to get away, I couldn't stick around. He talked about trading my life for their safety, and I knew they must have been District 81. However, I didn't know its location, and he didn't tell me. On another hand, he pointed me to Point 43. By cross-referencing it with Soul Society map I had in my head, it showed me that Point 43 was a mountain in a mountain range relatively deep in the wilderness beyond Rukongai.

Given that that was my only clue, and that he promised me answers there, I decided to go there. I was in a bad shape, my left arm was effectively dead, ribs were cracked, and my head was still hurting like hell. But, it was my destination. However, as I readied myself to go, I looked back at his body again. I just... couldn't. I couldn't leave him for the Shinigami. I cursed, but I couldn't carry him. I went and searched the rubble, and found relatively intact table. I broke off its legs, and then used a sheet I found to make a rope. Luckily the table had a hole in it, so I tied my improvised rope through it, and then dragged it back to his body. It was quite the struggle with one arm to get him on this improvised transport, but in the end I succeeded. "Well, fuck my life...", I told to myself, as I dragged both him and myself... towards Point 43.

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Next three weeks of my life were literally Hell. I was slowly making my way through the wilderness, dragging Knight's corpse on that improvised sledge. With my left arm dead, and many of my ribs cracked or broken, you can understand why it was so hellish for me. Every day was a perpetual pain, suffering with every breath, every step of the way. But I endured. I had to endure. Answers were much needed. Despite being given my memories back, they were still largely a mess, and just as he told me during our fight, I was missing small details which were in fact most important. However, if answers I would supposedly obtain there, at Point 43, could fill in at least some of the gaps, then it would be well worth the torture to get there. What was awaiting me there, I didn't know. Point 43 was a mountain, but, it was remote. I figured it must be a stash of data or something similar that Knight hid there, in order to preserve it. If that was the case, I could use that data, and I could help myself, and in the process, also help others. But it would be shown only there, at Point 43. I saw the mountain range on the horizon days before I got close to it. It seemed almost ominous, so big it was. Soon, I entered shadow of the mountains, and days were cut short, for sun went down behind those tall mountains rather quickly. I however, endured this, as well as pain I was in, and pressed onward. Soon I found myself looking up at the peaks of Point 43. I was at the bottom, just at the mountain's foot, so to say. However, it was as far as my instructions would take me. Knight said merely "get to Point 43", and offered no details.

However, refusing to give up, I set up camp, and every day I searched the surrounding terrain, trying to find something, anything. Needless to say, I didn't have much success. Then again, I couldn't exactly hope to find it easily. After all, this was not familiar ground for me. But I was persistent, and every day I dragged myself all around this wilderness, searching for what I was supposed to find. But I didn't even know what I was searching for! And thus, my search, despite lasting for over a month, proved to be fruitless. I didn't find anything. So, there I was one day, sitting by a nice small campfire in my camp, eating a fine rabbit I zapped with my power, and I was contemplating giving up. I mean, I was there for a long time, and I found nothing at all. As I was just tossing away the bones after I ate that rabbit, weather suddenly changed. It was cloudy before, but now, it stuck down with a really heavy downpour. In a matter off seconds, I was soaking wet. I quickly, got back to Knight, grabbed the rope and tied it to myself, and the I started walking. I headed into denser forest, aiming to get somewhere drier. I was slowly advancing through the forest, heavy rain hindering me, and I saw no dry place. I was nearing the mountainside, when I saw something that promised to be good. A cave. Cave in the mountainside. I was surprised, I passed through here many times, and yet I didn't ever notice this cave. welcoming this luck, I headed inside, hauling Knight along.

Inside, it was all nice and warm and I started to get myself dry. However, the cave kept bothering me a lot. After all, I only noticed it at that moment. Never before I saw it, and I found it odd. It was quite hard to miss, yet I never spotted it before, despite frequenting the area. And more I looked around, it bugged me more. I mean, caves on average do not have perfectly flat and even floor. Yet this one did. And it was too dry for a cave. It almost looked like artificial work. Using a little trick with my power, I created some light for myself, enough to get onto exploring the cave. I was feeling uneasy in there, and I wanted to check out entire cave before I sat down and relaxed. So I ventured deeper into the cave. It was quite deep, and as I walked further in, less it reminded me of a cave and more of a tunnel. I mean, walls and ceiling weren't perfect, but they could pass as a bad work of a machine. And well, floor was almost straight and even, and there were no stalactites nor stalagmites at all. It was odd, and it bugged me, so I kept going in further and further. I lost track of how long was I going, but I kept walking. I really, really wanted to see what is on the end of that cave. Finally, after walking for who knows how long, I reached the end.

And there was a sight to see. One that confirmed my suspicions about this cave being artificial. There, at the end of it, were huge, metallic doors. Easily ten meters high and five meters wide. They were huge, and really looked advanced, so to say. And, they were shut close. I approached them, and trust me, I felt so small at that moment. As I approached, it seems I woke something up, as from seemingly out of nowhere, a flying orb appeared, and it fired a beam of light at me. It wasn't destructive nor anything. It was white and it only lasted for a short while, before mechanical voice said: "IDENTIFICATION COMPLETE. SUBJECT ID RECOGNIZED. ID CODENAME: EMPEROR. CLEARANCE LEVEL: THIRD. ACCESS GRANTED. UNLOCKING. STAND CLEAR." Now that was odd. I certainly didn't expect something like this, much less to be even recognized. I wondered at that moment, what did it have to do with my memories. After all, I was already seeing the connection. It identified me as the "Emperor", which was also a word I heard before. In a phrase that restored my memories. I was unsure what exactly was a connection, but I was obviously where Knight had been before, so I was bound to find out, one way or another.

That gigantic door opened only enough for me to walk through, and after I did, it shut behind me. I found myself in a gigantic space, tend of meters wide, and littered with many things. Computers, workstations, mainframes, tables for experiments, equipment, all of it in enormous quantities. It must have been a busy facility once, but it was quite indicative that it was not used for a while. I was amazed that something like this existed all the way out here, in the wilderness. After all, this facility rivaled and even perhaps surpassed the one I was previously in. As I was standing there, merely looking around, another flying orb approached me, and it, well, spoke out to me. "GREETINGS, EMPEROR. WELCOME BACK TO S.R.T.C.E.C. ON A LESS OFFICIAL SIDE, IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN. IT'S BEEN SO LONELY LATELY." I was surprised to hear something like this. And well, I couldn't make out much of this, this only brew further questions. "Wait, what? What is this place? And who are you? And how do you know me?" Orb lit up again, voice sounding a bit more excited this time, despite being a machine-like, emotionless. "AS I JUST SAID, THIS IS S.R.T.C.E.C. OR SPECIAL RESEARCH, TRAINING AND COMBAT ENHANCEMENT CENTER, MAIN FACILITY OF PROJECT OMEGA. I AM M.A.I., MAINFRAME ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. AND I KNOW YOU BECAUSE YOU WERE PART OF PROJECT OMEGA, DESIGNATED SUBJECT EMPEROR. DOES THAT SATISFY YOUR INQUIRIES?" Now, this was a lot to take in. But then, even this voice was somehow feeling familiar. A mess my memories were, it almost seemed familiar, this entire place. Perhaps this was true. Perhaps I was there before.

As I was engulfed in my thoughts, M.A.I. was not idle. She, well, I decided it was a she, and she didn't ever complain about it, quickly addressed me again. "I APOLOGIZE, BUT MY SCANNERS ARE INDICATING THAT YOU HAVE SUSTAINED SEVERE DAMAGE. PLEASE, IF YOU WOULD FOLLOW THIS SERVITOR TO THE RECOVERY CHAMBER. MY SURFACE SCANNERS ALSO DETECTED AN INANIMATE OBJECT OUTSIDE THAT HAS RESIDUAL TRACES OF REIATSU MATCHING SUBJECT KNIGHT. DESPITE IT HAVING NO VITAL SIGNS, I HAVE DIRECTED SERVITORS TO RETRIEVE IT. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND." I simply nodded. I didn't mind at all. After that, orb started moving and I followed it. It led me to far end of this gigantic hall, then through a set of doors and then through a few corridors and then again through a set of doors. There I found myself in a room with several metallic tables, and several big tubular transparent chambers, as well as a few workstations. Once I was there, M.A.I. directed me to lie down on a table, in order for my pill to be removed. Obviously, after that was done, I couldn't quite get what was going on, but M.A.I. has walked me through beforehand. My pill was removed from my body and placed by servitors into one of the recovery chambers, where recovery protocols were ran and I was essentially healed. They attempted to fix my Gigai as well. However, when I woke up in a Gigai after a while, I found out I wasn't in my Gigai. M.A.I. however had an explanation for me. "I APOLOGIZE, BUT GIGAI YOU ARRIVED IN HAS BEEN DAMAGED BEYOND REPAIR. HOWEVER, I TOOK THE LIBERTY OF PROVIDING YOU WITH ONE OF SPARES THAT REMAINED HERE, IT IS ONE OF THOSE SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED FOR YOU. WHAT DO YOU THINK?" I approached the mirror nearby, and well, I fell in love. It was my first time seeing this hot stuff I am now. I was simply amazed with my looks! However, to skip those important bits and to get on with this. M.A.I. still talked. "I ALSO TOOK THE LIBERTY OF ANALYZING SUBJECT KNIGHT. HIS GIGAI IS DAMAGED BEYOND REPAIR. ALSO, HIS CORE VESSEL HAS BEEN SEVERELY DAMAGED. WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE AT MY DISPOSAL, IT WAS MERELY POSSIBLE TO PIECE TOGETHER LESS THAN 17 PERCENT OF HIS SOURCE CODE. CONTENTS OF THAT CODE ARE HIS MAIN POWER AND SEVERAL MEMORY BITS THAT ARE SOMEWHAT UNRELATED. I RELAYED THOSE TO THE SYSTEM SO THAT THEY CAN BE VIEWED, AND I RECOMPILED HIS POWER CODE SO IT CAN BE IMPRINTED ON ANOTHER MOD SOUL." I nodded to that as well. I was unsure what to do with his power, but I decided to at least take a look at it later, to figure it out. As for thos memory bits, I wanted to check them out.

And I wanted more. I wanted answers. "M.A.I., tell me, do you have an archive of sorts? or any storage of data I could access? I would like to gather answers for myself. Answers I direly need." She wasted no time answering me: "THERE IS AN EXTENSIVE KNOWLEDGE BASE IN MY DATA CORES. I CAN PROVIDE YOU WITH STRAIGHT ACCESS TO THEM, MERELY USE ANY WORKSTATION. ASIDE FROM THAT, YOU CAN ACCESS SPECIAL REPOSITORY THAT CONTAINS MANY WORKS OF HISTORY, ART AND LITERATURE COMPILED FROM THE HUMAN WORLD FOR RESEARCH AND TRAINING PURPOSES." I thanked her and wasted no more time, I got on that workstation and got straight to reading every information I could get. There, I found many things. Dossiers, project documentation, experiment results, reports, reviews, technical papers, you name it. There it was, everything I could ever need. I got all I needed, together with my still shaky memories, to reconstruct everything I needed. I worked my way through all that pile of data slowly, M.A.I. assisting me most of the way. We even got something I think of as a friendship running, and well, it was a productive one, as we pieced together enormous amounts of information, and with every day, I understood more. About Project Omega. About everything else that happened. Even about us Mod Souls being outlawed.

You see, it all begun when Creator and other Shinigami have decided that Mod Soul Army will need to have elites in it. So, in secrecy, they started Project Omega. It had a total of seven subjects, four were chosen from among existing Mod Souls because of their personalities, and three were specially created from scratch for this project. Each subject was given a special codename, and each one had a specific power. Those powers were what made them stand out, even though they were entirely created and imprinted onto us for the purpose of this project. Detailed dossiers of subjects were long gone, but I pieced together at least codenames and some specifics. Countess, with strongest illusion power. Prince, with best assassination and stealth power. Duke, with strongest singular defense power. Knight, with strongest singular attack power. Bishop, with strongest spiritual power. Emperor, with strongest elemental power. And on top, Queen, cited as strongest Mod Soul, with most destructive powers in existence. That is who were the seven. Then it was obvious to me why did Creator on his deathbed require of me to find the Queen. I couldn't find much on her, except that she was female and that she used Omega Arsenal, whatever that was, but it was apparent that she was by far strongest. However, I was surprised at findings about me. I was Emperor, and my power was apparently strongest elemental one among Mod Souls. That wasn't half bad if you ask me. But that is not where my findings ended, and as time progressed, my memories of training and similar made more sense, and I understood more. I was on good course. I found out even about dreadful course of event that led to us Mod Souls being cast out. It is a grim story, and I will only share most important details here, one not even widely known among my kin.

You see, Creator decided that we were perfect enough and that we should be presented to Captain Commander. Queen, strongest one, was selected for demonstration. However, seeing how powerful she was, because seven of us were at Captain level, Captain Commander saw only the threat we might become, and he ordered Project Omega immediately halted. At that point, we were all dispersed back among Mod Soul population, our memories erased, or more precisely, blocked away with a code unique to each one of us. At that point, all facilities of Project Omega save for one at Point 43 were shut down, and destroyed. However, I pieced together information on what happened next from Creator's log he left at the facility, which he secretly still continued to visit. Apparently, not all of us were dispersed back into Mod Soul population. Queen was given only a partial memory block instead of a full one, and he kept her with him at all times. But, that is secondary thing. You see, after that demonstration before Captain Commander that halted Project Omega, Mod Souls finally appeared on Central 46's radars. They debated about them, and they decided that they were to be put out. Also, despite not even being called for hearing, Creator was sentenced to death and was to be apprehended and executed in thirteen days time. He however got the information about that from a friend in nobility two days before it was about to happen, so he did what he could in preparation. Little it was, yet it was enough for future of Mod Souls. For he managed to set many of them loose, and he even managed to do a memory wipe on over seventeen hundred Mod Souls and hide their pills in Seireitei, in a specific location. He did a lot, however, he couldn't save us all, and when liquidation of all Mod Souls came about, well, you know how that went through.

Other than piecing together story of last days of Mod Souls, I learned that my training was not complete yet, and that none of us were prepared for Human World operations, missing a lot of knowledge that was required for such a thing. And I studied on more technical aspects of the project, and two words were repeatedly coming up. Inscribus and G.I.G.A. And I couldn't find out exactly what those two were. However, that was a moment when M.A.I. saved the day, despite documents about them erased, she still knew what were those. "INSCRIBUS? G.I.G.A.? YES, I MUST SAY I AM FAMILIAR WITH THOSE. ALL DATA ON THEM WAS WIPED, BUT NOBODY BOTHERED BLOCKING THOSE MEMORY SECTORS OF MINE. INSCRIBUS IS SPECIAL SYSTEM SUED TO INSCRIBE ADDITIONAL CODE INTO MOD SOULS. IT CAN BE USED TO INSCRIBE POWER INTO A MOD SOUL WITHOUT IT, OR TO ADD A SPECIAL TECHNIQUE INTO MOD SOUL'S CODE. IT WAS RATHER INSTRUMENTAL TO PROJECT OMEGA, AS FOUR OF YOU WERE GIVEN YOUR POWERS THROUGH INSCRIBUS. THERE ARE STILL EVEN REMAINING SOME UNUUED AND ALREADY PREPARED TECHNIQUES IN THE SYSTEM. I CAN USE IT ON YOU IF YOU WISH. AS FOR G.I.G.A., THAT STANDS FOR GENETIC INTERFACE GIGAI ATTUNEMENT, IT IS USED TO PERMANENTLY FUSE YOUR CORE VESSEL AND GIGAI AND TO TRANSFORM THEM INTO A PERMANENT HOST BODY WITH A REAL ANATOMY, AKIN TO HUMAN BODY. IT ALSO BRINGS THE STABILITY REQUIRED TO HAVE TWO POWERS OPERATING AT THE SAME TIME. ALL MOD SOULS ACTUALLY HAVE POTENTIAL FOR THAT, HOWEVER, IT REQUIRES EXTREMELY HIGH LEVELS OF POWER. HERE THOUGH, THERE IS MACHINERY THAT CAN IMPRINT G.I.G.A. ONTO YOU WITHOUT YOU HAVING TO BE SO POWERFUL." Now, those things blew my mind. It was like Christmas coming earlier. I couldn't simply sit around with those things here, and even operable. So, after some planning around with M.A.I., we decided to set some things in motion. I wanted to get stronger, and well, she was going to help me because I was kind enough to visit and chat with her.

So, G.I.G.A. came first. I was submerged into a huge tank of blue transparent liquid. Slowly it was calibrating itself while I was readying myself. Then, liquid got all bubbly as process started. I literally screamed in pain - except I was submerged and no sound came out, I only swallowed quite a lot of the liquid. And I didn't pass out, oh no, my mind was artificially kept awake all the time, making it extremely torturing experience. It went on for hours and hours and hours, and I was tortured and tortured and tortured. I still shiver merely remembering it. Can you imagine the pain? When your consciousness is ripped from your pill, your core, and then, forced into something that is merely a shell at that moment, not capable of supporting it, and THEN, that shell slowly, agonizingly turns into brain and nervous system. When you can feel with that nervous system, a body that it is not a real body, being suddenly decomposed and then agonizingly recomposed as a real body, piece by piece, cell by cell. I did. I felt every single cell of my body coming into existence, and I endured that pain. It lasted forty hours, forty hours of perpetual, unending agony unlike anything else. But. I did endure. And I did made it through. I wouldn't be where I am today if I didn't pull through that. After pain was over, I was barely able to think, barely able to exist. But I did have my own body. And that was not the end.

I intended to also use Inscribus on myself, however, that would take around seventy days to be calibrated to be used on me. However, facility still had enough provision for me to live off of, as I faced two challenges. I now had a real, permanent host body, with all blessings and curses it brought, like getting tired, and having to eat, and having sharper senses. Another challenge was completing training regime that was planned out for me way before, but was stopped halfway through when Project Omega ended. So, using sophisticated technology present there, I honed my combat skills, learning slowly, one baby step at a time, to truly master my power, and I also took in the knowledge presented in special repository, knowledge from Human World. M.A.I. was a huge help you know, she gave me advice, and comforted me with talk, and planned many things for me. We talked a lot in those days, and it was then that she gave me my name. I still remember her words. "YOU ARE DESIGNATED AS EMPEROR IN PROJECT OMEGA, AND YOU SAID YOUR NAME WAS GAMA BACK BEFORE. MAY I HOWEVER POINT OUT TWO THINGS. FIRST, YOU WILL REQUIRE A PROPER NAME FOR APPROPRIATE INTERACTIONS WITH OTHERS, AND ALSO, SECOND, I DO NOT LIKE EITHER OF THOSE. HOWEVER, I FOUND SOMETHING THAT WOULD PERFECTLY SUIT YOU." As I showed no objections, she continued. "IN HUMAN HISTORY, IN PERIODS OF GREAT ROMAN EMPIRE, THERE WERE MANY GREAT MEN THAT SHARED NAME GAIUS. I WOULD CONFER TO YOU THAT NAME, SINCE YOU ARE GREAT AS THEY WERE. HOWEVER, YOUR GREATNESS SHALL OVERSHADOW THEM ALL ONE DAY, THUS I CALL MAGNUS AS WELL. GAIUS MAGNUS. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT." I was somehow surprised, not expecting that kind of sentiment from M.A.I. "Gaius Magnus, eh? I like that. I like it a lot. Thank you." And that is how I got my name, and also the reason I cherish it so.

However, those seventy days passed in training, and other things. at last, Inscribus was ready to be used on me. Process was going to be painless, or so M.A.I. assured me, and I got into analyzing the things that I was going to inscribe into my source code. I picked through what was left, and I settled on four utility techniques, heavily specific, but also very useful to me, or so I thought. However, my main work was going through Knight's power, whose code I now could see, recompiled, and I was amazed that it was extremely sophisticated. as I learned more about, I understood that title of "strongest singular attack" was not a courtesy one. And I understood, more than ever, that me surviving and coming out on top in our encounter, it was merely luck. Against such dangerous power, it was incredible. But more I looked at it, more it somehow intrigued me. So, I talked with M.A.I. I wanted his power inscribed into me as a secondary one. M.A.I. was OK with it, but she warned me. Inscribus slow, she warned me, and would take ten days per technique and around three weeks for Knight's power to be inscribed. I agreed, and got into the machine, which then put me into artificial coma, and then, sophisticated technology started adding new bits ad pieces of code into my very source code, making them parts of me, and making new and potent powers available to me. I didn't even felt the process, I merely woke up later no worse for the wear, not even aware I was out for so long. However, if something is added to you, it doesn't mean you know what do with it, so it took weeks of arduous work to even begin to access new abilities inscribed into me. I was however sure that there was enough time for me to master them.

Until one day, M.A.I. spoke to me. "SORRY MAGNUS." I was surprised, for she never had the need for apologies. "What are you sorry for?" "I DIDN'T TELL YOU EVERYTHING, MAGNUS." Intrigued, I replied: "How come?" She replied to me, with a sad tone. "THINGS THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW, AND THAT I DID NOT TELL YOU. I AM RUNNING OUT OF POWER MAGNUS, AND I WILL SOON HAVE TO SHUT EVERYTHING AND PUT MYSELF INTO HIBERNATION, AS WELL AS PERMANENTLY SEAL THIS BASE, UNTIL GENERATOR REPLENISHES MY POWER SUPPLY." "Why would that be a big deal?", I asked. "BECAUSE, PROCESS WILL TAKE ESTIMATED FOUR HUNDRED SIXTY EIGHT YEARS." Now, THAT got me unprepared. "Well, that is a long time. But, you'll be alright? And I could come and visit you then again? Because I would have to leave, right?" "IT IS NOT A PROBLEM. I SHALL BE FINE WHEN I WAKE UP, AND YOU COULD INDEED COME VISIT ME. HOWEVER, THERE ARE TWO THINGS THAT YOU NEEDED TO SEE, BUT YOU FORGOT ABOUT THEM, AND WELL, I DIDN'T SHOW THEM TO YOU BECAUSE I DID NOT WANT TO BE ALONE." "Show me!" "FIRST IS ABOUT QUEEN. SADLY, DESPITE EXTENSIVE SEARCHES, I FOUND OUT THAT HER MEMORY BLOCK PASSWORD IS MANUALLY REMOVED FROM ALL SYSTEMS, EVEN MY OWN MEMORY. I CANNOT REASSEMBLE IT FROM WHAT YOU GAVE ME. THEREFORE, WHEN AND IF YOU FIND HER, YOU SHALL BE UNABLE TO REMOVE MEMORY BLOCK. ALSO, SECOND. LOOK AT NEAREST SCREEN. I did as instructed, and well, there was quite a sight. a vision was there on the screen, more broken up images rather than a video stream, but it showed hidden village in wilderness, and it resonated with familiarity, but vision was also showing me danger, they were in danger, grave danger somehow. Then it ended. "THAT COMES FROM MEMORY BITS OF KNIGHT, YOU FORGOT TO TAKE A LOOK AT THEM, MAGNUS. I AM TERRIBLY SORRY." I however, stood there, silently. I didn't blame M.A.I. I blamed myself. I got carried away. I forgot that someone entrusted me all Mod Souls as his own dying will.

"Do not worry M.A.I. I am not mad at you. I don't blame you. It's alright. It's just. I must go. This shows me where District 81 is! And I told you what happened between me and Knight. I must go there!" M.A.I.'s tone was resolute, and honest. "I KNOW THAT, FRIEND. I WILL ASSIST YOU IN ANY WAY I STILL CAN. YOU MUST DO YOUR DUTY. JUST PLEASE, PLEASE, THINK GOOD OF ME." I smiled, so that she could see. "M.A.I. I never had a friend before you. And you shall always remain that, my first friend, and best as well. Sleep easy, and know, I will come back to have a looooong chat once you are all filled up on energy." "THANK YOU MAGNUS. AND I HOPE YOU DO NOT MIND BUT I AM GOING TO BEGIN THE PROCESSES REQUIRED FOR SHUTDOWN OF THIS PLACE. I HOPE YOU CAN LET YOURSELF OUT ON YOUR OWN. SEE YOU, FRIEND." "And sweet dreams to you friend." After that, as she did her thing, I prepared for my journey, I had some distance to cover. However, I got one odd idea. As I was going to come in as their protector, and I had Knight's power, why not also use his armor, and appear as him? That might fool the Shinigami into thinking I was dead and Knight did the job. Elaborate thinking on my part, or so I considered it back then, I donned his armor and red cape. Somehow it made me feel mighty, more than I was before. Quickly gathering what else I needed, and saying my silent goodbyes, I departed, and I marched as quick as I could with armor I wasn't used to, over rough terrain of the wilderness, sleeping and eating only little. But I made good progress, and within a week, I was near District 81.

However, as I got near, it was getting suspicious. It was eerie, unnaturally silent, whereas I knew that large community of Mod Souls that District 81 was could not, by any chance, be silent. I decided to remain on guard, and I slowly sneaked through the woods, going from cover to cover, until I reached it... District 81. Yet, it was not the sight I hoped for. It was quickly revealed why it was so silent, and it made me extremely shocked. I burst from my cover, and I ran straight between the buildings... or what was left of them. War found District 81, and war crushed District 81. All my nose could smell was burnt wood, despite the fact that everything was obviously burnt over a month ago. All I could see were bodies. Mod Souls, cut up, incinerated, obliterated, maimed, burnt, killed, DEAD. All left just as they were brought down. They left them to rot. Yes. I understood. Deal was never going to be followed up on by them. They were just using us against us. And it then hit me. Failure. It is a heavy burden that I still carry today, that massacre. For I was entrusted with preventing it. With saving them all. A man entrusted me, with his last breath, to save and protect them all. And I failed him spectacularly. I felt weak. I felt like all I did for past months was for nothing. I should have looked at those memories first. I should have wrapped up all I had to do faster, and I should have been there months ago. Yet I didn't. As my knees gave in to my sensations, to my emotions, i fell down on my knees, my fists clenched, my head lifted up, my eyes looking at the skies, yet only seeing horrors that I found at District 81, etched into them forever. And only one thought came to me. Revenge. "SHINIGAMIII!"

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{File Eight: War - Click to show}
In depth of the night, twenty of us slowly sneaked through District 17 of West Rukongai. It was the closest we ever were there, coming on Seireitei's doorstep. We slowly climbed onto the roofs of houses surrounding a large,l single story building. That building was in fact a Shinigami patrol station. And we. We were going to break into it. I silently set myself into best position I could find, for waiting up there, and one of my companions slid closer to me. "We are all in positions. Ready to go." I nodded. "Good. We hit them at dawn. They should be moving him at that point. We will surprise them and do it quick and clean in the chaos. Just remember, getting him out is the most important thing. Killing them and wreaking havoc is secondary. Understood?" My companion nodded, and then relayed my orders to the others. We had a captured comrade to free, and we couldn't get back home before we freed him. I relaxed myself, and I set myself in best position for taking a nap. It was mightily hard in that damn armor, but well, I learn to live with it. As I slowly hummed a tune to put myself to sleep, I also remembered. How I got there, and how I ended up being a militia leader of Mod Souls...

You see, after I found District 81 destroyed, I truly believed it was the end. As far as I knew, we were wiped out, and there was no fixing it. However, enraged hot-headed moron I was, I decided to get revenge. So, I returned to Rukongai. This time, instead of being the prey, I was the hunter. I was there for months, hunting them. I picked off stragglers, or small patrols. I was careful to never get caught up in something I couldn't finish up quickly, and I tried to not get up on radars of Vice Captains who were deployed quickly enough, for the purpose of hunting me. But, I made a signature. Whenever I finished a Shinigami, i wrote with his blood the words: "Knight was here." It was what made sure I did it, and not some random lowlife. I wanted them to know it was me. I wanted them to know it was me, who was hunting them. And as I donned Knight's armor, slowly, his identity was pinned on me, and I used that. Rukongai residents started calling me "The Wayward Knight", and I proudly accepted the title. But it was one that had very different perceptions of it. Some feared it, and to them, I was a ruthless killer, slaying Shinigami out of bloodthirst. To them, I was a monster, a damned Mod Soul, existence that had to be erased. Those people feared me, and hated me. Oh yes, they hated me a lot. But there were others. Not all were particularly supportive of Gotei 13, especially in further Districts, and in many places there, Shinigami were just the unwanted guests, pests who crawl the earth and bug honest people and their business dealings. In such places, I was more than a welcome solution to that, let's call it pest problem. Among the criminals, lowlifes, Beast-Clans on the very outskirts of the Rukongai, I was rather safe, and no one was going to give me up. So, I hid among them to rest and replenish and heal if need be, and I also hunted any and all Shinigami I could, carefully, like a predator stalking its prey, never making a slip. It went on for almost a year, perfectly working out for me, but in the end, Shinigami adapted to my tactics. They merged their patrols, now they consisted of no less than two dozen men, and nobody went anywhere alone. They even went to take a piss in pairs! Though I did manage to pick a few pairs like that. Afterwards, the entire patrols went together! And four Vice Captains were permanently stationed within Rukongai, with their only mission catching me.

That was a turning point, and I was laying low for a while, recuperating and also planning on new tactics. After all, I wanted to keep bleeding them, but I had to devise a way to wipe out an entire two dozen men patrol without being caught up in battle and without using my powers to the fullest, because it would also attract Vice Captains after me. All four of them. And four on one? Nah, it was just not my type of thing. So, I was there, in Deistrict 80 of North Rukongai, relaxing, when I heard the commotion outside. I was staying in an abandoned house at the time, one hundred percent discreet, so, when I hear the commotion, I quickly grabbed my cape and donned my armor, and I stormed out, thinking it was Shinigami, and that they found me, believing I had to fight for survival. However, I saw no sign of Shinigami, just a crowd gathered around something. I quickly mixed in and I pushed forward enough to see, yet not be easily seen. And crowd was gathered around a few oddly dressed men who were apparently talking with an old man in the middle of it all. However, I knew something. Off the bat, that instant. I do not know how. But I knew it. They were my kind. My kin. Mod Souls. Quickly shoving people away I made my way through, quickly arriving in the center of the crowd. Seeing me, all of the men widened their eyes. They recognized me, or at least the armor. Leader of the group, a young man with teal hair and purple eyes, immediately bowed his head. "Sensei! You're alive! But, you said... And they said..." I immediately understood. He was talking about my predecessor in this armor. About Knight. However, I was unsure of what would come to be out of telling everything in here, so I motioned him to follow me. "Come. I have a place where we can talk about all of that privately. Follow me."

I then took them to the abandoned house I used a hideout. As soon as we got in and settled down, young man dismissed others and jumped me with more questions. "Sensei, please tell me everything! What happened? Why did you leave like that on that day? And where have you been? And why you never returned to us, Sensei? Why?! Have you abandoned us, Sensei?" However, I answered nothing. Instead, I merely removed the helmet, revealing my face. A shock stronger than before appeared on his face, but this time, anger was mixed in. "Who are you? What did you do to Sensei?! WHERE IS HE?!" I motioned for him to sit down, and then I started talking. I told him everything, everything, everything since the moment we were outlawed. All of it, and he listened, absorbing all of it, not interrupting me for a single time. However, as night fell, I finished my story. He was still looking at me. "So, you are Lighting. The rogue Mod Soul that was wreaking havoc before. This, all this, is a lot to take in. However. I would like for you to come with us. You are not Sensei. But he trusted you enough, and entrusted protection of our kin to you. Now, things are grim for us. We are hunted. Not everything fell apart though. More of got dispersed and scattered than killed, and those fled deeper into wilderness. As things stand now, those scattered group banded together somewhat, into fourteen larger groups. Slowly, those groups evolved into real, stable communities capable of functioning. And roughly half a year ago, militias were organized, for defense, as Shinigami activities intensified. From your story, I get it. It was you who caused it. However, we are going to be found out soon. That is why I want you to come with me. Like I said, you are not Sensei, but you are Knight now, and you wear his armor. That would be a mighty beacon of hope for our people." I looked at him, unsure what to expect, but I was set. "Of course. I am indebted to your Sensei a lot, and I will do what I can in his stead, to repay it." Young man nodded, and then ordered others to get a rest, for in the morning they would finish up what they were here for, and then return.

After that, though, he spoke to me. "Also, I want to tell you something. I am same as you and Sensei. I was a part of Omega. Sensei unblocked my memories with code after he returned from one of his travels. We were planning for me to go to that facility shortly before his sudden departure. He just picked up one day, nervous, and visibly upset, but he didn't tell me why. He just said that salvation lies ahead and vanished. I couldn't get to traveling after that, but what he told me helped straighten my memories somewhat. Also, I am sorry, but we haven't even introduced ourselves." He offered me a handshake. "My name is Jacques, though no doubt to you I shall be more familiar as the Duke." I accepted handshake. "And I am Gaius Magnus." I hesitated a bit, but then I asked him something that was on my mind. "Tell me, what are communities like? You say they formed out of groups of survivors from District 81. What are they like? Are they big? And also, how do you intend for me to be Knight when I am clearly not him?" Jacques laughed, but answered me. "Communities are all different, to be honest. I haven't ever been to any other than mine, but for some I know where they are. There are fourteen of them. Koralia, Alatra, Lyria, Veridium, Azalea, Ultramar, Vyria, Kesha-Atan, Tar, Imoryl, Genthar, Lokh-Syn, Meredon. Oh, and Edel-Sinaba. Except nobody, literally nobody knows where it is. It would be almost a myth if we didn't get a few couriers from there. As for us, we come for Koralia, which is a forest paradise hidden in the north. We are however nearest to the Rukongai, and thus, we maintain largest militia, as our elder decided it would be the best. You'll see it, I won't say more. But, do not worry too much. Sensei was rather solitary, and only a few spoke to him much. I am right now only Mod Soul alive that actually knows you are not him and only one that could tell the difference. And he never ever took his helmet off, so you don't have to worry about that either. Just come with us Gaius. Elder thinks war is coming, and I feel the same. Knight would be something we could unite behind. And I sense you are strong enough to fight a war on behalf of our kin." I lowered my head. I knew what awaited me next. War. But at last, I could at least save what I could, and fulfill what I was entrusted by Knight. I quietly whispered. "Let us hope I can."

After that, next day, Jacques and his companions went about their business, while I readied myself for a journey. Soon they returned with what they came for, which in fact was just some information they wanted, and then, we headed north, for the wilderness. It took us three weeks of travel in a rather fast pace before we, as Jacques said, entered Koralia's territory, and then additional six days before we reached Koralia. It was mostly uneventful journey, except for the fact that Jacques and I talked a lot, you could say we became friends. But, when we arrived, I was in for a shock. It was... beautiful. Unlike anything I have ever seen. Part of the forest it was built in was ancient, and trees were really huge. And there were, high in those mighty canopies, treehouses. But not for kids. Not that kind. No, bigger than your average house they were, and there were dozens of them, spread all around nearby trees, and with a complicated network of platforms and walkway and bridges connecting them. Jacques led us to a tree at the edge of the settlement, and we soon discovered it was hollow. We entered this gigantic oak, and found inside it wooden staircase, which we took. It took us up to massive wooden doors, which, after Jacques spoke password, opened, and I stepped into Koralia proper for the first time. It was a surprise for me, and a very pleasant one, seeing so many of my kin at once in the same place. Jacques led us, knowing where he was going, and people spotted us. My armor was spotted quickly, and soon, word that Knight returned to them has spread, causing massive outburst of joy and happiness. For all they knew, their protector returned to save them from Shinigami. Little did they know about the truth. Jacques quickly led us to the biggest house, nested in the branches of the biggest tree, and we all entered it. It was set up well, and others took the opportunity to rest and relax, but Jacques motioned for me to follow him up the stairs, and so I did. There, he approached a door and knocked and then we entered.

Inside, there was a Mod Soul, sitting in a wooden chair. There was something... old about him. I mean, Gigai do not age, they are artificial bodies, but that Mod Soul, it gave the feeling of old. Somehow he felt older than me, and I am oldest Mod Soul. so yeah, it was... odd. It felt like this one was older than me. He just gave off that feeling. Jacques greeted him. "We've returned Elder. Not all is as we predicted, but we shall carry on. I traded for information, as you instructed me, and we learned that so far, they are merely attempting to track us and find us. No large scale operation is being prepared right now, and wilderness sees only patrols and search teams. However, it shall change soon, and their activities shall intensify." Elder frowned, and then asked: "Why?" Jacques motioned me to come. "You surely must recognize him, Elder. He is the reason. You see, he was keeping a lot of Shinigami busy in Rukongai, or so I heard. But, now he is here, they shall be free to bolster the search teams looking for us." Elder nodded, he seemed in thought. Then he addressed me. [font "You are not him, boy, but well, you wear his armor, and that will have to do. I can sense your Reiatsu, you know. But, I suppose you can fight, no? Good. Jacques, organize teams, you are in charge. You are taking them south. pick them off before they are at our doorstep. Kill how many you must, but do not, I repeat, do not let them enter our woods." Afterwards, we were dismissed, and I took some time to rest, but soon, we were going to go, and Jacques asked me to come. I accepted, and I went south with him, going to defend the place I have just seen for the first time in my life, with quite good chances of dying for people I didn't know. Yet, it felt the right thing to do, and it resonated within me. I had a cause to fight for, kin to bleed for, and I would do just that.

So, we headed into southern woods. There, it was our hunting grounds. Others in militia knew woods well, and within a few months, so did I. However, Shinigami did not, they weren't used to forest warfare and guerilla tactics. And well, we did quite well because of that. During those long months, I fought many times, and I have shed my fair share of blood. At first, I was in team with Jacques, and we fought together. I found him quite likable, and we became friends, our bond forged in those long months of fighting. We shed blood, of our own, and of many Shinigami, and we saved each others lives multiple times. As I spent more and more time in combat, my skills were getting better and better. Perhaps I was learning new things. Or maybe merely relearning what I knew before. It did not matter. I got stronger, and as I did, people took notice. Soon, instead of merely being in Jacques' team, I was given my own team to lead, and we saw less of each other, but we still remained close. Simply, it was strong bond, knowing at every single moment that he had my back, and that I had his. However, soon, that would all be shaken.

It was merely ordinary night as much as I was concerned, my team staying in hideout number six, relaxing after a successful day. I was writing reports for higher-ups back at Koralia, when I hear commotion outside. I quickly got up, unsure what it was, and went outside. There, I saw am source of it. Young warrior, all bloody and covered in injuries, was here, and he was object of attention from everyone in my team. However, I quickly recognized the young man. He was one of new arrivals, and was assigned to Jacques' team. Quickly, I approached. Others gave me space, and he recognized me, and attempted to salute, but he couldn't even muster the strength for that. "Sir." His voice was weak, extremely weak, but he spoke clearly. "Don't waste your strength, son. Tell me what happened!" He nodded, and begun. "We were slated to hit their base camp tonight. Idea was to get some intel and get the hell out of there. But it was a trap. They were expecting us. It was a trap. We were quickly defeated, it was no contest at all. Kern was in a good shape, and he could run, so I told him to run straight for Koralia while I fended them off. I don't know however became of him. I was defeated and injured, and I blacked out. Later, I woke up in a pile of corpses. Corpses of my comrades. Dear god, what monsters they are... Shinigami didn't bother guarding what they believed was a pile of corpses, so I dragged myself all the way here. I need to get to Koralia, back to my wife..." I sighed. "Slow down, son. Tell, me, what of Jacques?" His eyes widened suddenly. "Yes! Jacques! He isn't dead! I overheard Shinigami while escaping. The talked about teal-haired one, and said they would take him to District 17 West station." I frowned. "Thank you son, those are good news." Then, I got up and turned around. I looked at Pai, our healer, with a question in my eyes. He shook his head. That was enough answer for me. "Well, this is important. I suppose I must see with Elder about this, so I am going to Koralia straight away. Chi is in charge until I return." With that, I took off.

Quickly, I rushed to Koralia, within a few hours I was there. I quickly passed the gates and made my way into Elder's room. He turned to me: "I was notified. But this is beyond me. I cannot decide alone. I sent messages to other Elders. We have to decide all together. However, while we wait for them, I suggest you prepare for rescue mission anyway,and gather a team." I nodded, and quickly went to doing just that. I quickly gathered warriors that were present in Koralia at the moment, there were a few dozens of good, hardened, men, I instructed them all to prepare. I knew that whatever happens, if we go in to retrieve Jacques, we will need to fight. So I got them ready, which took me a good piece of the night. In the morning, messengers came back. But, it was not what I expected. Other Elders arrived as well, and they were immediately discussing the issues. It was a few hours later I was called in to their meeting. I entered, and my Elder spoke. "We have reached a decision. You shall go and extract Jacques." I nodded, relieved that I would save him, but at the same time... I was concerned. "May I speak? It is important. You know, there will be consequences. Shinigami will not tolerate this. We are about to toss a glove in their face. I suggest that we prepare evacuation, and go deeper into wilderness, and hide there. For this will lead to war, a full scale war, which we cannot fight." Ultramar Elder answered. "We are aware of all the consequences, and it is our job to deal with them. Like your job is getting that soldier back." I nodded, and left the room immediately. Within half an hour, me and rescue team were already gone, following the Shinigami. Shinigami had over twelve hours advantage, but we hoped we would catch them in the woods. However, despite our rush we didn't manage to catch up top them before they entered Rukongai. That forced me to make the choice, and I choose to go forward, so we followed them into Rukongai. And we followed them all the way to where we were then.

Slowly, morning light came, and Shinigami went more active, preparing to ship their prisoner into Seireitei. We however were not going to let them do that. We waited, and waited, for just the right moment. Not to go into details too much, but it was fierce fight. We destroyed patrol station, and slain all the Shinigami present, however it costed us eight of our own. And we also got Jacques out. Rushing him, we started retreating, no, escaping straight for Koralia. As I rushed everyone to be faster, jacques spoke to me. "What's the rush? Can't I get a break? I was bloody captured! I really need to take it slowly until Koralia, and then hit some relaxation, maybe even get a vacation from duties." I grinned at him. "You can forget it. You won't be having a vacation any time soon. We just started a war here, you know?"

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{File Nine: Flight - Click to show}
Discussion was heated. "We will not abandon our homes, no matter what you say!" It was Elder of Ultramar shouting. She was proud, stern matriarch, and she was leading the discussion. She was bitter, and I knew why. "We sacrificed so much, and we bleed and suffered and died in numbers for these homes of ours. And yet, you would have us abandon it all, just to flee like cowards! Run away, you say! Well I say, we shall not. Who is to say we shall not be chased by them? Who is to say we shall have peace by running? No, for us there can be no peace with them. Blood is between us, and we have but one choice, and that is kill or be killed. There is no running, boy." I sighed. I understood her words, and many in the room agreed with her. After all, many were angry with Shinigami, and all of us have suffered. Most wanted to exact at least some revenge, and fight to the bitter end rather than live on. Indeed, dire times were upon us. There is no time more dire for an entire race than time when no thoughts are given to the future. It was this damned war.

Almost a year passed since we rescued Jacques from captivity. I knew the true price of his life. So did Elders when they sent me to get him out. He was powerful warrior, and during the war, it indeed was obvious that we made the right call, as he saved many lives. But many more were lost. Shinigami couldn't ignore the metaphorical glove we threw to their face. No. That rescue mission was a provocation, and Shinigami did respond. Soon they swarmed our territories, and we found ourselves fighting a desperate defensive war. War for survival. Only later I did learn what was against us. A joint operation between Squads 2, 3, 10 and 11. Frankly it was a miracle that we made it through the year. We had advantage of secrecy, of our communities being hidden away. Yet it was futile. One by one, we lost them. First to fall was Azalea. Then Lyria, and then Veridium, and after that, within a month, Alatra, Tar, Lokh-Syn. All were wiped out to the very last one of us, and there was no mercy. As a result, Edel-Sinaba withdrew their warriors, and severed all contact with other communities. Other six remaining communities banded together even closer, and chose to stand their ground together. Joint militia was formed, and everyone except fighters were evacuated to Ultramar, strongest of our fortresses.

And we kept on fighting. We used evacuated communities as bases, playing tag with Shinigami essentially, fighting a guerrilla war. We were still holding out, but situation was getting worse. We lost our bases, aside from Koralia and Ultramar we had no other strongholds. In such situation, we held a meeting, attended by Elders and all militia commanders. Being one, I attended as well. And, for the first time in months, a representative from Edel-Sinaba arrived among us, and she attended the meeting as well. But we were not unified. Some of younger and hot-headed commanders and most of Elders were in favor of continuing to fight, the rest, which included me and Jacques supported running away, although we were a minority. I knew there could be no victory against the Gotei 13, only defeat. So I defended my case. "So we fight! And to what end? To death of us all? YOU FOOLS! DO YOU FORGET WHAT WE ARE? WE ARE MACHINE CODE GIVEN LIFE! WE DO NOT REPRODUCE! WE DO NOT MULTIPLY! WE DO NOT BREED! WITH EVERY ONE OF US DEAD WE ARE ONE STEP NEARER TO OUR COMPLETE DESTRUCTION!" I was infuriated with them. But I would not let us perish. I would not let my people die.

"I will not fight this war for you. No more. If I must, I will take those who would follow me, and flee. At least some shall be saved." Ultramar Elder hissed at me: "Leave? It was you who got us into this war over that little friend of yours. And now you would leave us behind to die because of you?" Koralia's Elder cleared his throat. "If I may point out, all Elders unanimously agreed that we need to save him. Gaius told us what would happen, and he urged us to pack up and leave, yet we ignored his warning. It is our mistake. I believe we should listen to him. If he says we should flee, why are we wasting time and not packing to leave?" Ultramar Elder looked infuriated, but before she said anything, envoy from Edel-Sinaba stood up and spoke. "Please, if I could have your attention for a minute. Our leader would speak to you." Then, suddenly, her eyes lit up, glowing bright white, and she spoke, but the voice was male one, not hers. As if someone was talking through her. "I do apologize for not attending in person, as I simply cannot leave my community. As for this meeting, wise words indeed! Koralia truly has wisdom. I normally wouldn't risk exposure of Edel-Sinaba, as our secrecy is our shield, but there are things that you must know. I learned some things regarding Shinigami. You see, most of them are engaged elsewhere, as human world is in the middle of the war encompassing millions of souls. All Captains save for Captain Commander are in human world, and that is only reason why we weren't simply overrun yet. But, we are a menace they want gone, so Captain of Squad 11 is going to be deployed here soon. And when that happens, we are gone. Even if all of us were arrayed against him, he would still carve through us like a hot knife through butter."

Voice paused, letting those words sink in, letting us comprehend what is going to happen to us. Then it continued: "Leaving is a choice. And dying is another choice. That is up to you. I am afraid you cannot hide like we did no more, and we cannot take you all in. Your commander is wise. He is right to say flee or die. But Elder of Ultramar is also right. Within this world, there can be no safety. But, that is a problem we have a solution for. I have a gift for you." Pause ensued, and envoy pulled out a red gem from the bag and placed it on the table. It was size of a fist. "It is a traveling device. Pour Reiatsu into it and it shall open a stable portal that should last for an hour. Pour more before that hour is up and it shall last longer." I looked at it. That little orb? Could it truly be? Our way out of here. I had to know. "Portal? To where?" Voice giggled. "Well, to a place that isn't Shinigami back yard, of course. It will lead you to human world. Many areas of it are scarcely populated, and it will lead to such an area. Of course it's up to you how you use it, or if you even chose to use it. Consider it our parting gift. Edel-Sinaba will shut its gates in order to protect us while we decide on our own course of action. Also, could one of your commanders escort my envoy out? I'd hate to lose her. Bye-bye all!"

And with that, her eyes were no longer shining and her voice was normal. She headed to the door, and I followed. My mind was already made up, I knew what I would do. So I escorted the envoy to the gates, walking silently along her. At the gates, I bade her farewell, and I turned to leave. But voice stopped me. One from the meeting. "Hang on for a minute. Listen. I know you and I know what you did. Let me tell you, Emperor. You may wield his power and don his armor on, but you are not Knight. But you need to be that as well. I urge you, if you would let Bishop preach to you a bit, learn the art of sword. You must do it, or hope I have for you shall be lost... along with other things." Those words took me by surprise. "What things?" But the voice was gone, and he was not present anymore, only envoy. And she walked out into the wilderness. I turned back and returned to where the meeting was. Jacques was waiting for me outside. "It's not going well. They are stubborn fools. Only a few changed their minds - not enough for a majority." I already made up my mind at that point. I would take the matter into my hands. "Please, back me up."

Then I stormed in, crushing the doors apart. "SILENCE!" They all calmed down, but I had the initiative. "Be silent, and listen. Listen carefully, for I shall say this only once. We ARE going to leave. EVERY SINGLE ONE of you that tries to oppose me, I shall kill. Between me and Jacques, we could wipe you all out easily. I do not care about your sentiments. You can lay down and die for all I care. But I am saving our kin whether you like it or not. First, a small scouting party is going through the portal. And then, when they are back and they confirm it is safe, we shall all go through it, away from this all. Those who want to help me are welcome to join me. Others, I don't care what you do for as long as you do not sabotage us or slow us down. If you do that I will kill you without hesitation." Silence was intense at that moment, but finally, Ultramar Elder got up, spat in my direction and then marched out, followed by over half of the room. After they left, those remaining expressed their support and we immediately got down to planning evacuation. Jacques volounteer to lead expedition through the portal, and we all agreed. Everyone with their jobs, we left the room to start preparations.

Later that night, before expedition was going, I managed to talk with Jacques about what happened with envoy at the gates. He found those words odd, but was less worried than me. "Relax old chap. He probably just messed with you. I mean, you do suck with sword." "I what?" He laughed. "You suck with it big time. If Sensei ever saw you with his sword, he'd probably kill himself. I mean on sword skill scale from 1 to 10, you are -1. You get it? So, we should probably see about you getting lessons... from somebody at least." Then he ran off, leaving me steaming mad. However, I cooled off quickly, and then went to departure point. It was a big clearing within the wooden wall that surrounded Ultramar but away from homes, so nobody was endangered if shit hit the fan. There, we placed the gem, and channeled Reiatsu into it. It then lifted itself into the air and split itself into four pieces which then separated, and quickly red energy veil formed between them, like a rectangular passage. Expedition, a dozen warriors led by Jacques waved and then passed through, vanishing. Then we sucked out Reiatsu we channeled, and portal closed, red orb reforming itself. I then took it and gave it to Koralia Elder. "I entrust this to your care. Guard it with your life." He nodded, and then we all went our separate ways, having a lot of duties and work ahead of us. After all, we had evacuation to prepare, and also, war with Gotei was still on.

As I walked back to my dwelling, I heard commotion in the center of the community. I was immediately on alert, and I snuck nearer to see what it was about. I soon found out. Elders and commanders who were against leaving were their, apoarently holding speeches to gathered Mod Souls, a few hundred souls who gathered. Ultramar Elder was speaking, old hag was basically screaming: "... and shall we let him rob us of our homes by force?! Should we bow to this man? To suffer again? A bunch slaves under an upstart warlord? Some to be kidnapped and dragged to world of humans, to serve his needs, and othersleft to perish in a war he caused?! I say we kill him, and I say we rule our own destinies!" I understood what was going on. And I had to use the moment to my advantage. So just as she finished, I stepped out and spoke loudly so all could hear. "And here I am. It seems rude, respected Elders, my fellow commanders, to discuss me, without me present. You throw serious accusations my way, but not all is black and white as you put it. World is in shades of grey, that is the reality. Now... Warlord? Slavery? Harsh words. But whom would I rule? Whom would I enslave? Here I see only my kin, and how could anyone do that to their own kin? And you so conveniently forgot to mention that you, Elders, authorized rescue mission that started this war. And that, YOU, ALL OF YOU, ignored my warnings to flee immediately but chose to stay and fight?!" I made a pause, and I knew I reversed the flow.

Soon, crowd was on fire, yelling, enraged. Revelation about beginnings of the war was new to them, and questions like "Why?" and "Is this true?" were heard among the crowd. Uncertainty could be felt, and opposing side did not even try to intervene, being too shocked. Then, a clear loud voice was heard as Koralia Elder made his way to the center. "It is true. We are to blame. In our hubris we forgot that we were to guide, not to ever rule. It is us, and only us, to blame for everything." Then he bowed. "To all of you, I apologize. I beg you for forgiveness, if my sins can be forgotten." Suddenly, a man stepped out. He was chief engineer, and he designed most of our defenses. His word was respected, and he was very liked. He addressed Ultramar Elder. "So what say you for yourself? I know you old hag, all you want is power, you ruthless bitch. You poisoned all other candidates for becoming Elder..." Her eyes widened and she screamed. "You can prove nothing! You filthy liar!" However he laughed. "Oh but I saw you myself, and Erbin and Kilo saw you." She snapped her fingers. "Dead man and madman! It's your word against mine!" I stepped in then. "Enough! We have more pressing matters! As we speak, Shinigami are drawing closer, and things are becoming more dire. There can be no victory against Gotei. Only a tiny portion of their forces fought us and we were overwhelmed. But we survived because they had problems bigger than us. But now their gaze turns to us, and we will be crushed and exterminated, lest we flee."

Ultramar Elder was not however going to sit around. "Do not listen to his honeyed words. He would only lead you to slavery and torture. Stay here, where our homes are, for which we bled. We can beat Shinigami. We can prevail!" But chief engineer stepped in again. "Do not make me laugh. You offer us to stay and die in your pointless war. He offers us to leave and survive. Even if he would enslave us, I would prefer to be enslaved and alive rather than dead and free. Who is with me?" Sounds of approval were heard, and a group of men and women stepped out. They were serious looking, and one of them spoke out. "We have seen, and we have heard. Twelve of us from Ultramar is present. we observed the pact being broken, and Elder straying from the path. We wish her gone. She committed crimes. We wish her gone. She betrayed us. We wish her gone." Nobody spoke while they did, those were ritual words used when Elder's leadership was challenged. It had to be done by a group of at least ten individuals from community, and if nobody would defend the Elder, he, or she would be removed from power. However, warriors were forbidden to defend an Elder in such case, they were forbidden to interfere. As per custom, Ultramar Elder spoke out: "And who shall defend me?" No words from the mass. Silence. Then, chief engineer spoke. "Halt!" Everyone turned to him. "This is stupid! We are removing her? What for? She has enough crones that it does not matter! And other Elders that back her up! People, understand! We are no longer many communities, for we have been united by this war. We are all here, and we all live together as one community. So I say, That they all broke the path! And we wish them gone. They have betrayed us. And we wish them gone. THEY HAVE NEARLY DESTROYED US! AND WE WISH THEM GONE! WHO SUPPORTS ME!" Crowd exploded with a roar, a roar of support. Not a single Mod Soul in the crowd was against this.

But Ultramar Elder was not going down so easily. "Kill them, kill them!", she hissed at commanders at her side, and they, unsure what to do, stepped forward, toward the crowd. It was again necessary for me to step in, so I quickly stepped once and appeared before them. They took a step back, alarmed, but ready to fight. I however needed not to bother with that. I merely talked to them. "Step down. All of you. You may be commanders like me, but you are not my equals. Even against all of you, I could kill you all where you stand, and not even break a sweat." They were indeed intimidated by those words. For they knew. They knew I was not at all bluffing. I could and I would do it if they didn't back down. So they did, saving their lives in the process. Elders that were present were infuriated, save for of course Koralia Elder. But I addressed crowd, knowing that we had to deal with leadership issues. "Take them away, and lock them up." That was my first order. Commanders that were preparing to fight me merely moments before now obeyed me, and did as they were told. As they did that, I continued. "Now, I will not force any of you into following me. But we have sent an expedition to Human World to see if we could evacuate to there. Those that wish to stay behind, by all means, you could stay. Those who wish to evacuate, please, cooperate with us in preparations. Also, in days that are coming, until we leave, I say we follow Koralia Elder's leadership, and do our best to prepare for leaving." It was good, and voices of approval were heard. So, we got into preparations while we waited for Jacques to return. Days were long, and we waited busily preparing for evacuation.

However, days went on and on, and a week passed, and then another, and then another. It was then that single communication from Edel-Sinaba visited us again. This time, it was something serious. "We learned about a stash of Mod Souls hidden in Seireitei. It is up to speculation who did it, but it seems a few boxes full of Mod Souls were stashed in sector 14-C, sub-sector X in Seireitei. Our estimates is that there are several hundreds of Mod Souls in pill form there. We cannot do anything about that, so we decided to convey the intel to you." It was serious. I discussed it with Elder. He was unsure what we should do, but I knew. I decided it would be our secondary goal. However, I gathered a few dozens volunteers, willing to stay behind and deal with this issue. However, evacuating everyone to world of living was paramount. and it was logistical nightmare to prepare all for such a migration. Migration itself would later be referred to as "The Flight" by Mod Souls. We finished preparing after roughly four weeks, and we merely had to wait for word from Jacques' expedition. In the end, we decided to open the portal and to send another expedition in. So we opened it, and another expedition was ready to go in, when Jacques passed through the portal, appearing in front of us. Seeing all of us, he smiled: "Well, chaps, I see you are all busy. Sorry for not getting through sooner, but well, we had no means to communicate with you folk, and you forgot to give us means to return here, you know?" I facepalmed. What a dumb move. But regardless, what was done was done, and Jacques gave us information he has collected. It was soon settled, tomorrow with first light, we go.

As everyone going to do their duties and jobs, Jacques and I got some time to talk alone, while walking to barracks, he told me something important. "You know, regarding what Bishop told you. I actually did find somebody to instruct you. You can begin tomorrow already." I smiled at him, but I waved my head. "Sorry, but I cannot go yet." Then, I proceeded to brief him on what Edel-Sinaba told us. He smiled. "Well, then, I suggest we will have to postpone that then. Don't worry mate, I'll stay as well. Can't let you have all the fun, can I?"

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[Gaius Magnus]

DOSSIER PART V

-SUBJECT'S ARSENAL OF TECHNIQUES-

-This is a list of techniques, along with mastery level, that subject has so far displayed in one way or another to know. It is not a final list and may be complete or inaccurate.

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{Willpower - Mastered}
Technique Name: Physical Manifestation: Willpower

Class: 3

Technique Type: Other

Technique Element: None

Technique Description and Effects:
Willpower is a technique that is available to most who dwell within the human world, and has a variety of effects that make it a versatile and useful technique. This technique is one that manifests the willpower of the physical body. It essentially causes spirit and physical body to "become one" and merge their powers. There are two uses of it. The first is a non battle use, and is the main use. The main use is simply to know the technique, which slows the aging process of the body and allows the possessor to live easily as long as a Shinigami or Arrancar. This is a will-based technique, however, and thus, if will vanishes, so does its power to stop the aging, which quickly catches up. Mod Souls and Bounts have a minor version of this part at all times, which allows them to age slowly at all times; humans and Quincy learn this version at Class 1.

Willpower has three stages that are associated with it, as listed below:

• [Stage One: Cog]: By giving up 100 Reiatsu, the user pumps an explosive amount of intimidating power out. Anyone of inferior class will immediately be intimidated. This does not mean they won't fight. Those who are weak enough in comparison will feel a huge, exaggerated surge of power that will probably make them surrender. This can also be used on Hollows to actually scare them away instead of having to kill them. This does NOT work on animals! It only works on "intelligent beings." This means unless it has a similar to human intelligence, this wont' work on an animal.
  
  
• [Stage Two: Pulley]: This causes physical output to increase based on draining spiritual energy. It costs 400 reiatsu. When activated, it increases physical stats by 50%. However, it causes the skin to begin to blister from pumped out Reiatsu. Essentially, skin begins to burn. It's a quick burn. Within 5 posts, burning will start to become quite serious. On top of that, statistic gain is lost by the post, starting after the second post of this being active. After that time, 10% of the gain is lost every post. It can only be restored by sacrificing 150 Reiatsu per 10%.
  
  
• [Stage Three: Gate]: This has no initial cost. Reiatsu strength and Spiritual pressure (but NOT Reiatsu amount) both double. From there, reiatsu output goes up, meaning that costs are also doubled for everything. On top of that, 100 reiatsu is lost per post until this is deactivated.

Drawback: See each individual stage. Atop that, when Willpower is learned, it comes with all three stages, but costs double the TTP to learn. Humans, Mod Souls, Quincy, and Bounts only.

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{Willpower: Human/Mod Soul Version – Variant - Mastered}
Technique Name: Variant

Class: 3

Technique Type: Other

Technique Element: None

Technique Description and Effects:
This variant of the Willpower technique is incredibly deadly. It's very simple, purely taking advantage of the second stage. In addition to the physical increases, awareness is also required. It causes the head itself to become covered in blue Reiatsu. The eyes will also turn yellow during activation. It costs 300 Reiatsu to activate this variant. This increases sensory stats by 30% while active.

How to use technique: Extend “Pulley” to apply to the head as well as the body.

Drawback: After the post of activation, this goes down by 5% per following post. It costs an additional 50 Reiatsu per sacrificed 5% to rejuvenate the 5%.

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{Output - Mastered}
Technique Name: Output

Class: 2

Technique Type: Other

Technique Element: None

Technique Description and Effects:
This technique is one that makes use of the body directly, using the user’s spiritual strength to increase the body’s capabilities in specific ways. Like Willpower, this technique comes in stages as well, but is limited to two:

• [Stage 1: Push]: This power coats the user in a sort of "Output Aura." It does two things. First, awareness can extend out by two more inches. This means someone will become more aware of an incoming attack two inches of distance from the attack earlier than normal. It means that one can try to use this to predict enemies, though not as successfully as actual prediction or reading. The secondary point expands "damage." Essentially, it bypasses defenses. A human using this is completely immune to cutback effect regardless of state, and this extends to weapon uses too. Hierro is also completely ignored during use of Push. This defense ignoring is only present during physical attacks. Reiatsu-based strikes can still meet Hierro resistance. This lasts for 5 posts, and costs 100 Reiatsu.
  
  
• [Stage 2: Impact]: This stage can be used only for physical confrontation. When activated, hit strength quadruples. This means that one can activate it while punching an enemy. If the user has 200 strength, that strength will count as 800 during the instance of the punch. This is very physically draining, and quickly exhausts the body's nutrients. It shortens lifespan to use too often, and it weakens stamina very quickly. This lasts for 1 post, and costs 200 Reiatsu.

Drawback: See specific stages.

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{Movement - Mastered}
Technique Name: Movement

Class: 4

Technique Type: Other

Technique Element: None

Technique Description and Effects:

This is a movement technique. It's to keep up with things like Shunpo or Sonido. While all races using this have their own variant of a step technique already, this one is pretty much an in-general type of move. It attunes the physical body to the reiatsu in the air, rather than spiritual to spiritual. It is now physical to spiritual. This allows the user to step at 3x speed for the cost of only 25 Reiatsu. This technique does not take up a technique slot.

How to use technique: Focus the body’s energy and release during a step. This technique can be broken off in the middle of its use. Unlike other step techniques, this one can be repeated while in the middle of the previous one, allowing someone to change their movement course in mid movement.

Drawback: None

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{Energy Generate - Mastered}
Technique Name: Energy Generate

Class: 2

Technique Type: Other

Technique Element: Variable

Technique Description and Effects:
This is probably the hardest technique to use. It involves a physical body having to generate and output Reiatsu directly from the physical form. It costs an insane amount of stamina, and it's also very taxing. This technique is the only one that does not have a "default" version. All races except for mod souls can create extended "Reiatsu output" abilities, as long as they generate Reiatsu, and fire it off in some way. This is the requirement of these abilities. This technique can only be used by those who are Class 2 or above. It is the ultimate direct counter to Kido.

How to use technique: Generate Reiatsu from the physical form, and shape it in some way.

Drawback: Output techniques used in conjunction with this ability have a special condition. If anyone that is NOT a Level 3 Rank tries to use these techniques, it's a doubled cost from normal. That's how extremely taxing it is to use.

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{Movement: Mod Soul Version – Caelumintro - Mastered}
Technique Name: Caelumintro

Class: 4

Technique Type: Other

Technique Element: None

Technique Description and Effects:
This technique is a stepping move. It is unique compared to the others in its own way. The user uses a burst of Reiatsu to move one step. When moving they absorb the spirit particles along their path. This causes the step to increase in speed. The first half of this step uses an 8x increase. While using their own Reiatsu the user cannot change directions. However they can use the absorbed Reiatsu to propel themselves in different directions if needed during the second half of this technique, which is an 11x increase. This technique does not take up a technique slot.

How to use technique:
The user releases Reiatsu to move in a certain direction. While they move they absorb the Reiatsu around them. Then they use the absorbed Reiatsu to move even further. It costs 60 Reiatsu to perform one step. The user can pay 120 Reiatsu however during the second half of the step to REFRESH the step and propel in a given direction. This additional increase would give a 13x increase. During the second half of this step, the user can use the same option, this time for 240 Reiatsu, and a 15x increase, and so on. Essentially continue increasing speed by 2x each time for a doubled cost.

Drawback: Reiatsu cost and exhaustion. Continued doubling of cost. Continued doubling of strain, exhaustion, and muscle pull/wear.

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Reserved?: No.

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{Kigen: Moddo Ne - Mastered}
Technique Name: Kigen: Moddo Ne (Mod Root)

Class: 8-1

Technique Type: Mod Soul Technique

Usable By: Mod Souls

Technique Element: N/A

Technique Description and Effects: A Mod Soul's ability to reach out with its Reiatsu and take control of a body it inhabits is something truly unique. By simply surrounding itself with material, it can reach out, and make that substance its own body, take it in and use it as if it were part of itself, and for all intents and purposes, become its surroundings.

This technique works on the basic principle of the Mod Soul's ability to take over that which is within its surroundings. By having its Reiatsu extend from the body that it is physically inhabiting and branching tiny roots of it's own Reiatsu, the user implants them into the surroundings before taking them into their body, adding the material to the body they already inhabit, making it a part of them. In its most fundamental stages, this ability can simply be used to create a shell of material around the user from surrounding materials in very thin layers. In its most powerful of forms it can integrate entire landscapes and take control of them. While this extension allows them to sense changes in the controlled environment, they do not receive pain as a result of it. Additionally, control of the environment is effected by Skills such as Battle Focus, Strength of Will, and any other mental skill that would effect their ability to concentrate on manipulating it (Having multiples increases this further, allowing extraordinary control). In addition to control, both buffs and debuffs of a Reiatsu nature can be passed to the Mod Soul through the environment that they have extended into. This control of the environment does not extend to Reiatsu attacks such as Cero or Kido unless the attack manipulates physical material such as water or fire. In these cases it can be controlled so long as the user has Superior Reiatsu Strength to the attack's power. The environment manipulated maintains its properties, and aside from the Speed at which it moves (based on the Mod Soul's Reiatsu Strength) its features such as durability and malleability are unchanged.

At Class 8-6 the user can take in dust or spirit particles in the air and make it a part of themselves. In this most simple of forms, it is as if the air surrounding them is a part of them, allowing Mod Souls to sense anything passing through this air as if it were touching them. While this does not hurt, it is a useful sensory tool that can be used to notice incoming objects. The effective range of this ability is approximately three meters, extending to four meters at Class 7 and ten meters at Class 6. This process costs 100 reiatsu to initiate and lasts four posts before it needs refreshing.

At Class 5-4 the user can, in addition to sensing and branching their Reiatsu into their surroundings, fuse these dust or spirit particles to their skin in small layers, allowing them to actually use material they are in direct contact with. This enables them to add protective layers of material to their body in order to create a surface, much like a weapon. Areas of their body that have had this layer added to them can be considered like the edge of a sword or other weapon and can be used to attack and parry incoming slashes, though reiatsu-based attacks and the like will tend to weaken the bonds and cause the layers to peel away. At Class 5 this layer can be applied to any small patch of skin no more than ten square inches in area. At class four this increases to an entire limb. This process takes 150 reiatsu to initiate and lasts for five posts at Class 5 and seven posts at Class 4.

At Class 3, the user can extend their Reiatsu into their immediate surroundings for brief moments. Anything nonliving within five meters of their body can, for a brief moment, become as though it is a part of them. They will feel anything passing through it, and they will be able to manipulate the material within as if it were a part of their body. This lasts for roughly fifteen seconds, or about one post, and costs 175 Reiatsu to initiate every time

At Class 2 The user can spread their influence, making their surroundings part of them. This allows their soul to take root in their surroundings. With this active, they can freely manipulate their surroundings within five meters of their body indefinitely, as well as any material that COMES into this range. This ability costs 500 reiatsu to activate and lasts for eight posts.

At Class 1 The user can not only influence their surroundings, but completely fuse with it. Taking in ambient materials, a Mod Soul can modify whatever body they inhabit into a weapon using surrounding materials, transforming their body and taking on a much more intimidating form. For seven posts, this form can be maintained and utilized, though it cannot be refreshed for another three posts after that as the Mod Soul takes time to recover, blocking them from any Class level of use during this time.

How to use technique (How is it activated?): This uses the basic principle of a Mod Soul's ability to control a body it is placed within. To use, a Mod Soul Simply needs spread their spirit energy outside of that body in the form of tiny roots.

Technique Drawbacks Using this technique, the Mod Soul's surroundings becomes a part of them in every way, as such any poisons or negative ailment abilities can use the affected surroundings as a means of spreading their debuff to the Mod Soul itself. This technique's TTP cost depends on the level being mastered. 5 TTP at class 8, 10 at class 7, and so on. However, one's aptitude with the technique must be "Upgraded" when learning the next highest class, paying the new ttp cost in order to upgrade the Tech, making up for the cost as if you learned at a higher class. It also cannot be used to affect Seki Seki rock.

Incantation and Effect: None

Made By: Hebiface

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): Not Reserved

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{Kigen: Moddo Toge - Mastered}
Technique Name: Kigen: Moddo Toge (Mod Thorn)

Class: 5

Technique Type: Mod Soul Technique

Usable By: Mod Souls

Technique Description and Effects:
Similar to how Moddo Ne increases influence into surroundings by sending out roots of the Mod Soul's Reiatsu, Moddo Toge in a similar fashion allows a Mod Soul to extend these roots of it's soul from the skin of the body it is using and to hone those tiny roots into points akin to a network of thorns just above the skin, allowing them to use it like a weapon, striking an opponent and inflicting damage. However unlike a traditional weapon, this mesh of soul thorns simply shreds and grates at whatever it impacts, somewhat akin to being struck with a thorny cheese grater. Though this can only be used on one part of the body at a time, it allows a Mod soul to effectively make any part of their inhabited body into a weapon.

This technique costs 100 Reiatsu to activate, lasting for five posts. The location of the thorns can be changed during this time for 50 Reiatsu. The strength of these thorns are determined like any other non-release weapon in that they take the offensive stat of the user, not including spiritual pressure. Additionally the thorns can be formed along any surface that is considered part of the Mod soul's body so long as it is a solid surface, as such parts of the environment effected by Root can grow thorns and be used like a spiritual weapon. Regardless of the properties of the object, however, it will still shred as opposed to cutting.

How to use technique:
Extending roots of spirit energy before focusing them into a sharp mesh similar to how any other being would focus their spirit energy into a weapon.

Technique Drawbacks:
Can only be used on one part of the body at a time, the part of which cannot exceed more than 30% of the body's surface area. Requires Proficiency in Moddo Ne.

Made By: Hebiface

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

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{Giga Form Yellow - Proficient}
Technique Name: [Giga Form Yellow]

Class: [4] - 8-0.

Technique Type: [Other] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [Fire] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

Fire. This covers the user's body in fire. A fire that does not harm them. A fire that does not harm anyone. A fire that does not cause any damage to those who touch it. In that case, what does this fire do? This is the fire of cloaking. As long as a mod soul is using this fire, ONE of their selected allies is immune to physical damage that cannot surpass said Mod Soul's reiatsu strength combined with their ally's. This is a powerful supporting technique.

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

Merely activate it with the appropriate reiatsu cost. Only one "Giga Form" can be used at a time.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

Has no offensive properties, only defensive. Reiatsu drain, bodily strain.

Made by: [Admin]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Giga Form White - Proficient}
Technique Name: [Giga Form White]

Class: [3] - 8-0.

Technique Type: [Other] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [Gas] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

The user begins to emit white gas, emanating out from skin that glows white. Their eyes also glow white. This is not blinding in the least. This white gas is clearly visible as misty vapor surrounding the air within three meters of the user. This gas is toxic. To breathe it in is to inhale a vicious toxin. Once this toxin is inhaled, it destroys the systems within the body that allow homeostasis, and then begin to heat. Therefore, the victim over a course of 5 posts will overheat and die.

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

Activate. Only one Giga Form can be active at any one time.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

The user can breathe in the gas, however only if Giga Form White is active. Residual vapors breathed in afterward will have the same effect. This technique causes incredible damage to the kidneys and heart. Overuse will result in failure of both.

Made by: [Admin]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Giga Form Blue - Proficient}
Technique Name: [Giga Form Blue]

Class: [2] - 8-0.

Technique Type: [Other] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [Heat] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

Not fire, but heat. The user glows an incredible blue color. This allows the user to survive in ANY hot temperature regardless of heat levels. This also causes any ALLY heat powers to triple in temperature. Most importantly, this allows Mod Souls to create blue fireballs the size of baseballs in their hands, and hurl them at enemies. Fireballs only generate heat when the target is hit. Once the target is hit, body is impacted by a heat equivalent to 3000 degrees C.

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

Same as others. Only one can be active at once.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

Same drawback as White. Higher reiatsu cost. 8 post limit for this technique.

Made by: [Admin]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Giga Form Big Red - Mastered}
Technique Name: [Giga Form Big Red]

Class: [1] - 8-0.

Technique Type: [Other] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [None] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

The user's skin turns red, and their body inflates like a balloon. This technique is known among Mod Souls as a strong power, but it makes the user fat during its use. While this is active, anything that the user touches disintegrates. Not anything that touches the user. Anything that the user physically chooses to touch with their hands. Not entireties, only parts. Say, an arm. Or a tree branch. Regardless, this is a great power. This extends to reiatsu based attacks too.

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

Activate with reiatsu cost. Only one Giga technique can be active at any one time. This technique in particular lasts only 4 posts.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

HUGE heart AND brain damage for use of this technique. Heart pains, burn, and migraine headaches during use. Difficult to focus. End result of this technique is heavy muscle strain. Continued use over one's life causes the character to develop a fatal condition such as cancer, but not limited to cancer.

Made by: [Admin]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Giga Form Black - Proficient}
Technique Name: [Giga Form Black]

Class: [0] - 8-0.

Technique Type: [Other] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [None] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

The only existing Class 0 technique which can be used by non-class 0 characters. This causes the body to turn pitch black, and then disintegrate. All that is left then is the pill by which the Mod Soul came to exist. This pill turns black, and begins to emit a gravitational pull. It becomes very, very dense. And soon, its pull pulls in and destroys everything within fifty miles. It takes 8 seconds for this gravity to work to its fullest. And afterward, it lasts for ten full minutes. Anything that wanders into its event horizon will be destroyed instantly.

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

Stated above.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

Death.

Made by: [Admin]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Martial Discipline: Ken - Mastered}
Technique Name: [Martial Discipline: Ken]

Class: [1]

Technique Type: [Human World Dweller Technique]

Usable By: [Bount, Fullbringers, Mod Souls]

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects: [Insert Below]

Think about it this way. Most any human with spiritual powers should know the four basic techniques of the human world: Willpower, Output, Movement, Energy Generate. Any who fails to know these is simply a low class combatant. To be a true contender, these techniques are necessary.

Well, likewise, knowing Ken is what puts a human world dweller in the upper echelon of the human world's spiritual abilities scale. Let's explain. Martial Discipline refers to a mental or physical discipline, or both. In this case, it means disciplining one's soul. It is tempering the soul to achieve a certain effect. This is where Ken comes in. That's what this technique is. Confused? What this technique does can be located below.

Ken is the next step from Willpower, Output, Movement, and Energy Generate. Ken focuses the user's soul into an aura around their body. What this technique does is utilize the spiritual aura of its master to create a glowing field of energy around the user. The field extends a quarter inch off the skin for every 100 reiatsu strength the user possesses. What this field does is repel incoming attacks by utilizing the current physical strength of the user combined with the current reiatsu strength of the user. That's the strength of the aura. It repels them, but doesn't destroy them. It simply deflects them or blasts them away. Simultaneously, the user produces an intense feeling of intimidation which would cause even the most tempered of warriors to feel extreme fear. Wild animals will flee instantly from this aura. The aura can, if the range of the user is wide enough, actually be directed at and focused straight onto a certain target or group of targets.

How to use technique: [Insert Below]

Simply activate it at will. The reiatsu cost to activate it is 200 reiatsu per post active. The user must know all four HWD main techniques to learn this one. This is considered an extension of all four.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)

The aura of intimidation can be resisted completely by the use of an opponent's Ken, regardless of user stats or class. Otherwise, if the opponent does not know Ken, then it can be resisted by those of superior class. This technique can be broken by techniques of superior class, or by opponents of superior class. It is also extremely fatiguing to use, especially in consecutive posts. The user must remain immobile when activating this technique, and cannot use any attacks, other defenses, or other spiritual abilities while Ken is active. Luckily, to those who have mastered the technique, it can be switched on and off in a split second as long as previous conditions are met. The user burns up more stamina in a single post of Ken than if they were going all out with movement the post before. Therefore, knowing and using this technique both require built up stamina.

Made By: [Kento]

Reserved? (Yes/No): [No]

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{Mental Discipline: Haki - Mastered}
Technique Name: [Mental Discipline: Haki]

Class: [1]

Technique Type: [HWD Tech]

Usable By: [Bount, Mod Souls, Fullbringers]

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects: [Insert Below]

This technique is the next step up from Martial Discipline: Ken. Rather than creating a repulsive aura around oneself, the user is capable of producing a magnetic aura within their mind. This is to be activated when an enemy attempts to invade the user's mind in any way. The user will draw inwards and pull in all that the enemy attempts to invade with, but in doing so will master it, make it their own, and use it to draw more than the enemy intended to give. This can be used to counteract illusions, mental invasions, mind control, energy sensory mind reading, and more. When used to counteract any of these, not only will the enemy's invasion fail, but the user will then draw out the enemy's information from their brain, and suddenly learn everything about the enemy's powers in an instant.

How to use technique: [Insert Below]

This technique requires the user to already know Martial Discipline: Ken, before it can be learned. When activated, it costs 200 reiatsu per use, but can be repelled by superior reiatsu strength. For the full class 1 cost of 800 reiatsu, this technique uses the attack strength of the current strength stat combined with the reiatsu strength stat. Enemies of inferior class cannot repel this technique. However, enemies of superior class can instantly bypass this technique.

Technique Drawbacks (Insert Below)

The mental strain of this technique is huge. Not only is the user forcibly activating more of their mind, and forcing it to overwork, but the sudden influx of information is baffling, and oftentimes the user will find themselves overloaded by it, and stunned. Therefore, unless the user has a 3 in strength of will or calm mind or a similar skill, or a 2 in both, then this technique will cause them to suddenly become disoriented for up to five seconds, and extremely dizzy, unable to anticipate the next move.

Made By: [Kento]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Spiritual Discipline: Chakra - Proficient}
Technique Name: [Spiritual Discipline: Chakra]

Class: [1]

Technique Type: [HWD Tech]

Usable By: [Bount, Mod Souls, Fullbringers, Non Vandenreich Quincy, HWD Nakabakki]

Technique Element: [N/A]

Technique Description and Effects: [Insert Below]

The soul. Essentially the core of one's true self. And to manifest its energy is a feat anyone can accomplish. When you gaze at all of the spiritually aware, you see them blasting their spiritual energy around themselves. Sometimes they can flex it and use the force it generates to their advantage. Other times they can create projectiles, or concoct actual physical changes. But this technique is different.

The cost for this is a full 800 reiatsu, but it lasts for 20 posts. As long as it is active, the user's hands gain the power to directly utilize their own reiatsu. How? Anything they touch, should they allow it, including their own body, can be imbued with a flame of their choosing. This fire isn't hot, and does not burn. What it does it enhance offensive and defensive capability. This can be used on techniques, releases, body, attacks, weapons, etc.

As long as that flame coats an object, it is considered "class neutral" and "value neutral." Unless struck by a superior class or 2x offensive stat or more, it will always win in conflict against anything that is without a flame. In other words, say Player A utilizes Chakra on their sword and Player B has some sort of Hierro-like ability. Player A, except with the aforementioned limitations, will always be able to cut clean through that defense and sever it.

If the target is also coated in flames, however, then the neutrality of class and value is lost against that target, and once again it is treated as a clash of offensive power or class, as per normal rules. Therefore, this technique is a must for top level HWD, as it is almost impossible to succeed in combat without it. Just to meet the high tier status quo, this technique is required.

How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Insert Below]

It is activated for the 800 reiatsu cost, and it is special in that no technique that lowers reiatsu cost can lower the cost of this technique. Furthermore, anyone who can charge or generate reiatsu cannot use any such methods of charge or regeneration while this technique is active. To learn this technique, user must know Willpower, Output, Movement, and Energy Generate.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)

800 reiatsu cost, in addition to considerable stamina drain the longer this technique is used. In addition, anyone who uses this technique bleeds 20% more profusely out of wounds while it is active.

Incantation and Effect: [N/A]

Made By: [Kento]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Sensual Discipline: Furyoku - Proficient}
Technique Name: [Sensual Discipline: Furyoku]

Class: [1]

Technique Type: [HWD Tech]

Usable By: [Bount, Mod Souls, Fullbringers]

Technique Element: [N/A]

Technique Description and Effects: [Insert Below]

Despite the high class of this technique, it comes with only a minor reiatsu cost of 100. It can be initiated upon physical contact between two people. The user of this technique, upon physical contact with an enemy, utilizes this technique. It takes an instant measure of the opponent. All of their physical traits become known to the user as if they were the user's own. Absolute mastery of the opponent. From their exact strength and speed to their exact maximum stamina as well as how much they have left. Wounds, old and new, how those wounds were obtained. Disabilities. Weaknesses. Which muscles are used the most and in what way. By paying 400 instead of 100, one can learn two more things. Fighting style. What is in the target's muscle memory.

By paying an additional 400 reiatsu upon use of this technique, the user can even learn and use any and all physical based techniques that the opponent knows as long as they don't cost reiatsu and the user meets the requirements. This copy effect lasts for 5 posts.

How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Insert Below]

It is activated for the 100 reiatsu cost. It can be initiated by contact, or indirect contact such as clashing of swords or weapon to body. To learn this technique, user must know Willpower, Output, Movement, and Energy Generate.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)

Each use of this technique increases stamina drain for the remainder of the fight by 20% of the previous value. So if you were to put stamina into numerical terms, say someone used 100 stamina per post. One use of this, and it's 120 per post. Another use, and it's 20% of 120 added on, so that's 144 per post, and so on. This can also only be used once per post.

Incantation and Effect: [N/A]

Made By: [Kento]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Summoning Discipline: Stand - Mastered}
Technique Name: Summoning Discipline: Stand

Class: 1

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

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): Fullbringers, Quincy, Mod Souls

Technique Element: Will

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect):
This technique takes Energy Generate, Output, Movement, and Willpower, and renders them in the most potent way imaginable. It is, even amongst the Martial Disciplines, a terrifying technique, and one that makes all fighters stronger. This technique, when activated, reflects the user’s soul, in the most pure form. It creates a form based on this soul, and animates it. It gives the soul the will and physical power to fight. It gives the user an ally, who will Stand besides them at all points in time.

When this technique is learned, the user records how they truly see themselves, what the most true version of them is in their mind’s eye. This is given a human body, and becomes a figure that they can always dimly see out of the corner of their eye, although when the technique is not active, the figure, which will now be referred to as the Stand, is not capable of doing anything, and reacts only to the users actions, not the outside world’s.

When the user choses to do so, they may summon this Stand into the world, giving them independent action. The act of creating the Stand is one that utilizes reiatsu, but once the Stand exists, it no longer is reiatsu. Nor is it flesh and blood. It is a construct of pure Will, and can affect the world as such. Ergo, techniques that destroy reiatsu do not destroy the Stand, although suppression techniques can prevent it from existing in the first place. The Stand appears in eyesight of the user, no more than 200 feet away.

This Stand is invisible to the naked eye, as it is a manifestation of Willpower. Anyone with 50 ES can see it’s outline, and 100 ES can easily detect it’s features. Even if someone lacks the ES to detect the Stand, it is easy to observe the Stand’s effects on the outside world, as anything that it intends to interact with, anything it demonstrates the Will to push or move, is affected accordingly. So, as the Stand walks with purpose, someone would notice concrete cracking, and footprints appearing. As the Stand clashes it’s will against another person’s body, the wounds that appear will be visible.

The Stand possesses it’s own physical stats, although it doesn’t possess spiritual stats, nor does it possess sensory stats or specialty stats. It uses the User’s senses and guidance in order to know where to move and what to interact with. It possesses no reiatsu pool, but ignores cutback, as if constantly utilizing Push. Although it has no Reiatsu Strength, it cannot be affected with status conditions, although barriers and defenses of course can stop it.

The Stand’s physical stats are that of a Brave type, equal in Level to the user of the technique, as if it had 300 in both stats. Once this technique is mastered, that is raised to 400. The user, when they learn the technique, picks whether they want Strength or Speed to receive the higher boost. The Stand does not grow tired, no matter how fast it moves, or how frequently it does so. It’s attacks can be blocked, but it itself cannot be damaged. It lasts for 10 posts.

How to use technique (How is it activated?):
When learning the technique, one must find the perfect, idealized mental image of themselves, and chose to devote their soul to either Speed or Strength. They also must know all four basic HWD techniques.

When activating this technique, the user must call out the phrase “Stand Beside Me!” and select a location to conjure their Stand. Then, by utilizing their reiatsu, and concentrating Willpower, they can render the Stand into being.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc)
This technique, first of all, can only be used twice in one thread. It costs 650 reiatsu to use, a hefty amount, even by the standards of such a powerful technique. Most of the weaknesses of the technique, however, come in the form of restrictions upon the user. While the Stand cannot grow tired, the user receives half of the stamina taxation that the Stand would’ve received, preventing them from going all out. Additionally, if the Stand would be damaged, the user receives the damage instead, wounds appearing on the corresponding part of their body. This only applies to physical damage. The Stand also relies on the user to see and make decisions, and if the user is impaired, the Stand is much less effective. If the user falls unconscious or dies, the Stand instantly vanishes. At the end of the 10 posts, the User must also pay an additional 150 reiatsu to maintain contact with the Stand, if they wish to use it again later in the thread.

Made By: Rudy

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

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{Survival Discipline: Dying Will - Proficient}
Technique Name: Survival Discipline: Dying Will

Class: 1

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

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): Fullbringers, Non-Vandenreich Quincy

Technique Element: Varies

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect):
When one finds themself on Death’s Door, it is easy to give up the ghost, to allow oneself to pass on. Many chose to do so. However, there exists in everyone the potential to rise back up, once more, and survive. This technique is the greatest embodiment of that, and usable only by the most mighty Human World Dwellers, and even amongst them, the ones with the greatest proximity to mortality.

Dying Will can only be activated when the user is close to death. They must be suffering from grave wounds, tired, and low on reiatsu. And they must entertain the idea of giving up, at least for a brief moment. In this moment, they must discover the reason why they wish to live. What purpose their life has. And that reason, that purpose, is the fuel that they will burn to ignite their Dying Will, and rise up once more, unbroken, undefeated, and far from out.

Once the technique has been activated, the user may spend additional reiatsu to rapidly heal their existing injuries. Lacerations are 50 Reiatsu, Broken Bones are 150 each, Missing Limbs are 200 each, and Missing or Damaged Organs are 300 each. They may only do this upon activation, and their wounds will rapidly vanish, healed as if by an unseen force. Then, the user’s reiatsu surges, flaring up to blind those around them. When it dies down, the user has changed.

Around their head hangs a halo, forged out of an element of their choosing: Fire, Lightning, Air, Ice. The user’s eyes are a different color, which is connected to the element that they decided. And as they move through the area, they leave behind them a trail of the chosen element. As they lash out at foes, striking them with force, with the power behind their Will to live, they also launch attacks of their chosen element. Fire bursts from their fist upon impact, or foes are electrocuted with their touch, winds buffer nearby enemies, or icicles are fired alongside every punch. These elemental attacks of course use the user’s RS to determine their offensive strength. This portion lasts for 10 posts.

Additionally, the user’s Dying Will has ignited to the point where, while they may still feel pain, as long as their Will is not shaken or broken, they cannot physically fall. Even if their limbs break, they will glide along, as if using Movement, regardless of injuries. They may still grow weary from taxed stamina, and they may still falter due to pain, but as long as their Will remains true and convicted, they cannot stop functioning, short of death. This portion lasts for 5 posts.

How to use technique (How is it activated?):
Explained in the second paragraph. To learn, the user must know all four basic Human World Dweller techniques.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc)
The circumstances in which Dying Will can be activated are specific, and it requires a 3 in Strength of Will to be utilized at all. To activate, this technique sacrifices half of the user’s remaining reiatsu, or 500, whichever is greater. As long as the technique is active, the user must pursue whatever it was that caused them to rise back up, but they may not run away as long as things stand in their way. If their purpose for surviving was to kill their foe, they may not flee the combat. If their purpose was to protect a friend, they will do so until their body breaks. Absolute conviction has a price. Furthermore, once the whole technique ends, the user’s body will begin to be consumed uncontrollably by the original element of their choosing. This process will kill the user, without a doubt, unless they receive expert medical attention.

Made By: Rudy

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

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DOSSIER PART VI

-SUBJECT'S STATISTICS-

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{Subject's Statistical Analysis}
Strength - [100] Points

Speed - [400] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [200](400) Points

Reiatsu Strength - [400](800) Points

Light Aura - [100] Points

Dark Aura - [0] Points

Instinct - [200](100) Points

Senses - [200](100) Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1500] Points

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{Subject's Determined Skill Values}

• [Weapons: Swords] {3}
  
  
• [Street Fighting] {3}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {3}
  
  
• [Analyzing] {3}
  
  
• [Strength of Will] {3}