Canon Z-3: Empire of Betrayal

[Kazura Uzaki]

The trio of representatives from the Land of the Living made it into the prison without much more resistance but without any backup. It was just the three of them from here on out. Kazura was careful to keep track of Shizuka and Asmoskon's backs from his vantage point behind them but nothing snuck up on them, thankfully. They could breathe a bit easier now, though this was where the rubber met the road, figuratively. They had made it to the source of the evil, the lion's den. And this den was made of stone so dense and so unique that not even Kazura could sample it or study it. The man was so curious about the material that his nanobots couldn't even scratch it. It appeared even more powerful than the Sekki Sekki he had studied way back when...

Since he couldn't touch it, he didn't hesitate for long, urging his compatriots onward into the main prison. There were no options for paths, thank goodness, so he was confident that they were on the right path. They were on the only path, after all. All of the cells looked empty, which prompted Kazura to get closer to one of them. He could sense a powerful barrier in between him and the cell contents, and when he approached it he found it to be invisible but very real and very solid. Unable to pass, nor see any sorts of contents of the cell, the inventor shrugged and gestured to the downward descent. He would walk in silence, just analyzing everything he saw... Which was more and more of the same.

Upon reaching the... top of the descent, the fullbringer felt nearly sick to his stomach trying to justify, explain, and understand how he was now at the top when he had been walking downwards. His analytical mind furiously retraced his steps, trying to find out just when he had been going up instead of down, but he couldn't figure it out. Holding back the vomit from being so confused, he put on a brave face and advanced with the other two to see a torn up battlefield outside the nearly identical tunnel that they had come in from.

He saw the small group of fighters against the masses and his instincts and mind processed the information in a moment. From what he could see there were Shinigami everywhere, but most of them were against the dagger wielding youth and his companions. It was a mirror image of the Land of the Living and what they had gone through themselves. "I would advise not to engage... Somehow we have come across a large group of Shinigami in our world, but this appears to be the back door to the prison. If I were the owner, I wouldn't try to be breaking into my own back door. These must be trying to overcome the same sort of converted forces as we just braved. If we can, lets keep the way into the door open for those who are trying to get in while minimizing casualties. I don't intend to piss off the Gotei today, even if they are on our soil."

Remaining Reiatsu: 10,000/10,000
Secondary Fullbring: 2/8

[Amagai Kuchiki]

Amagai was noticeably breathing heavily, and the drip drip of his blood landing on the ground filled the empty silence that followed the fight. With gritted teeth, he consciously suppressed the Moonlight Sonata's effect on himself, only for a moment, then did something really painful, but medically necessary. He conjured a blast of fire from his hand, and chucked it at a nearby wall, letting it burn. Then, he stepped up close, and put his open wound against it.

The fire seared the wound, and cauterized it. He wouldn't bleed out, and he was minimizing his chances of infection. But if it wasn't for his iron will, and the incredible task ahead of him, he would've passed out from the pain. The boulder was a coslty mistake. And although Amagai had the ability to heal himself, he needed to save his energy to heal others. "If we have a medic with us, I'd appreciate healing. Everyone, rally here, the next phase of attack is critical. We survived the first onslaught, but it isn't going to get easier."

No, if anything, it was going to get harder. Much more lethal. Amagai couldn't afford to let his guard down for a second, and he refused to let any of these troops under his command get lax. "We need to move. Behind us are riots, in front of us is our only chance of stopping this. But we wandered into this ambush under prepared, so now, we're never going to do that again. Orders are as follows: we proceed with caution, and we careful usage of barriers. Whenever we face an enemy, kido users drop back and divide into two groups, I'll designate them now."

Amagai noted two sets of troops. "The first half is in charge of using Danku, and other similar Kido to make a defensive line that we can retreat to. Through the usage of this, and with my mobility, we can defend ourselves while not giving up any offensive advantage. The other group is in charge of utilizing offensive Kido to rain destruction on our enemies. The preference is towards fire kido, as I have rendered us immune to that. Our enemies, however, will not be so lucky. The goal is to nonlethally neutralize all foes, but if that isn't an option, all of us are surviving this. I'm not going to tell you to kill. I'm not going to even say that I condone it. But I can't tell you to just let yourselves die, that's not my choice."

"For those of you who aren't as adept at Kido, you're following Aevus' lead. You will act as a strike force, and I can help your mobility and deploying you across the battlefield. Whenever the fight stalls, due to hidden enemies or enemies also using barriers, you will be deployed behind them to break their ranks. Aevus, I trust your expertise here, and will make sure to inform relevant people after your success on this mission." Of course, there was an incredibly subtle implicit threat: If Aevus fucked up, if he cost anyone their lives, Amagai would tell absolutely everyone who could make that hurt.

"July, your tactical expertise is also highly useful, and I welcome your analytical thoughts on the vulnerabilities of this plan. In fights, I'd ask that you create an artificial front line when we need one, and punish our foes for over extending when that becomes relevant. Keep me informed when there is obvious holes in their tactical lines: you see things I don't." He took a deep breath. "Well now, what are we waiting for? Forward! For Soul Society!"

Release: 2/10
Soukahou: 2/5
Moonlight Sonata: 2/8

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon continued to press forward along with his friends beside him Shizuka making sure that no sort of sneak attack was going to get the better of them while Kazura planned and he continued to make their path to the prison. It didn't take long nor did it take much reiatsu and yet Asmoskon knew that it was better to plan ahead than to wish he had so as he walked he was gathering the reiatsu in the area into his cross. It only took them a few minutes, but they finally reached the prison and all of them got inside without much problem after that. Asmoskon wished that he could just wipe out the humans that were giving his own troops a problem, but knew that doing so could only bring about further harm.

The prison wasn't something that Asmoskon would have been able to expect even after everything that he had seen throughout his travels. The walls themselves seemed to be made of something similar to Seki Seki yet stronger. What came next though was something that caused Asmoskon to be thankful for his heartbroken experience and the travels that ensured because of them. The ceils that were crafted into the walls as they walked downwards were things that Asmoskon had seen before in another far off section of the world yet these seemed infinitely older. Whatever was inside of them or whoever was inside of them Asmoskon had no wish to set free.

This prison was very strange something that Asmoskon could only deem unique apart from everything else for a few different reasons and yet the main was that he couldn't gather reiatsu inside of it nor could he feel anything from the ceils. It was obvious that whoever built this prison wasn't someone that anyone should cross. Things just kept getting weird though as they continued as the one eye Quincy reacted nearly the same as his best friend when the both of them realized that they had just come up by going down. Asmoskon had known of the spiritual world his entire life as opposed to Kazura which made accepting this outcome easier yet still something that he was trying to figure out so that in time he might be able to do the same.

Nevertheless though as they left what seemed to be the prison Asmoskon would see the onslaught occurring between Shinigami. Asmoskon felt the difference in the reiatsu that filled the air and immediately knew that all three of them were no longer in the human world. He had to make the most of the time that they had so while Kazura spoke to the both of them Asmoskon gathered up the new potent reiatsu into his cross. Asmoskon waited until Kazura was done speaking, but as he finished Asmoskon stepped up beside him on his right and starting to look for some sign of where they had to go. "Sorry to disappoint you Kazura, but we're actually on their soil right now. This is Soul Society not the Human World. We need to find these masterminds and then we need to figure out how this prison works."

Remaining Reiatsu: 3800/500
Quincy Cross: {+1,600}

[July Kasumi'Oji]

July moved easily among the fallen Kido users, his dagger twirling between his fingers, a playful tune on his lips. Nobody would hear him humming over the din of the battle, but thee sound dictated the rhythm of his actions like some bizarre war-dance. Hmm, hmm, hmmm, hmm, hmmm The Kido users who were recovering from their shock would wake up to find a sharp collision with their temple, as July expertly knocked this first two out with the hilt of his dagger - his experience in the world of healing and medicine ensuring that the blows were perfectly judged as to knock their opponents out for the longest period of time.

But, well, non-lethal methods were all well and good, but they lacked the bite of July’s blade, which still remained clean. July would have liked to see the droplets of blood suspended in the air as he swiped his blade, see the red sheen on the surface of his dagger. It would make a fantastic picture on his wall - “July Kasumi’Oji, hero of battle”. What a lovely caption. But still, he was a member of a team - and acting against the beautifully straightforward Amagai Kuchiki and Aevus would reduce their overall effectiveness. Perhaps later, maybe. They still had to move in there and checkmate the Black King. July paused for a moment amid the chaos. What would that make them, then?

July was in no doubt that he was the White Queen, moving with elegance and grace across the entire battlefield. Amagai would probably be a bishop. Seemingly straightforward, with a few nice tricks up his sleeve. Aevus was probably a rook, maybe a knight - July wasn’t sure, he hadn’t paid enough attention. The others… Well, it was probably best not to say. People, for some reason, got rather annoyed when you called them pawns. And team morale was important, right? Maybe. Just a bit. July doubted he’d ever get to tell them, anyway. When it came to chess, July was always one to sack the pawns first.

Now, now, July - you can’t be thinking like that.

July flicked his heel back, catching the head of one of the fallen Shinigami with his boot - ensuring they were knocked out. All the Kido in the world wouldn’t help them get up now. July stood among the fallen warriors, and only began to move when Amagai made signs of regrouping. Fun stuff, fun stuff. Perhaps the shock of the situation might cause the young Kuchiki to develop a stronger game-plan now? How exciting. July didn’t like to see pieces go to waste so early in the game, even if they were pawns.

”I’ll be sure to make to changes whenever I feel it’s necessary, Amagai-kun. You can leave the front lines to me.”

July skipped forward to the front of their small group. Calling it a “front line” was generous - it basically consisted of July, and… pretty much no-one else of note. How deplorable. Who could he talk to? Certainly not the redshirts, given they had a slimmer chance of making it through this than anyone else, and he was too far away to make conversation with Aevus and Amagai. Perhaps he would just have to keep himself entertained with whatever enemies threw themselves into the path of the front line. July smiled, keeping his face turned from the group.

”Onwards we go, I suppose.”

[Zeich Yajuu]

((OOC: Remaining participants have until Sunday to respond, at which point I will move on. From there on, I will be on a strict two-week cycle until the splitting of the group.))

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Boring...

Shizuka looked around as the three of them made their way down the halls of the strange building. She was following Kazura's lead, especially since he had more luck sensing things than she did. Shizuka was at a bit of a loss when it came to that stuff. Without energy sensory, she didn't have much luck locating anything or anyone unless it made itself obnoxiously known. She was able to sense things when people pushed their powers or strength or whatever at her, but otherwise she was a little bit useless in that aspect. Either way, she would try her best to help in any way she could.

The Fullbringer could see the confusion on Kazura's face when he realized they just experienced the weirdest thing ever, but the blonde had a tendency to be a little ignorant towards stuff like that. She was relatively happy-go-lucky for the most part, making it easy to move forward and not question anything anymore. Still, she didn't want to think about that right now. Instead, she tried to keep her focus and stay attentive on the mission. Shizuka's gaze matched Kazura's when she realized what she was looking at, with all of the Shinigami before her. The woman let out a rather instinctive growl in their direction, knowing that Kazura heard it.

"I would advise not to engage... Somehow we have come across a large group of Shinigami in our world, but this appears to be the back door to the prison. If I were the owner, I wouldn't try to be breaking into my own back door. These must be trying to overcome the same sort of converted forces as we just braved. If we can, lets keep the way into the door open for those who are trying to get in while minimizing casualties. I don't intend to piss off the Gotei today, even if they are on our soil."

Shizuka grumbled. "Fine. I won't touch them. But I'm not happy about it."

She shook off the intense hatred she felt for the race and moved on. Asmoskon was already thinking of plans, knowing that they weren't in the Human World anymore. Shizuka despised being anywhere near these disgusting monsters, and it took a lot of effort to repress the intense desire to destroy everything around her as soon as she learned about where they were. These creatures were not welcome in her life, so knowing that she was among them almost killed her. Rage started to fill her mind as she actively imagined multiple violent ways of slaughtering each of them, but she stayed back by Asmoskon and Kazura, knowing that her choices were not the right ones.

"Guess we should move on, huh?" Shizuka asked, obviously irritated.

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

His blades danced alongside him, carving into flesh as his sandaled feet sheltered atop the ground. His eyes lit up as flames leapt along narrowed glowing irises. Hearing the crack of bone, the rending of flesh being torn asunder left him hollow inside. He tried his best to suppress his anger, the pity he felt for these traitors. A part of him smiled as he sliced forth a limb as if a falling branch. A flick of black lingered like that flame for but a moment before fading once again as he took control of himself.

The incandescent flames that spilled over the battlefield, no longer blazed as they once did. The heat that one would expect became but a foreign seemingly fickle thing in the bleeding of this black sea. It took the reaper by surprise when he heard Amagai shout his name. He acted speedily, darting over to the pinned man in a amazing burst of speed. His darkly robes fluttered as he came to stop. He was quick and to a point saving the man from his earthly prison. Within his territory the man’s hazel eyes lit up. He was faintly fearful of him but he wouldn’t have to deal with Aevus for long. But at least he was safe now.

That darkly aura that pulsated forth from his body slowly subsided, like that of a receding tide. As he deactivated his Shikai the blades that once danced, slicing the wind like razors disappeared in a fading glow of fading reaitsu. The glow from his narrowed eyes fell back to that cold sleepless visage. Lumina appeared at his side, her silvers preying the ground below. Spotting the many that had recently fallen to Aevus’s and his allies hands. Some were perhaps corpses other barely clung to life.

The smell that lingered from the battlefield infiltrated his and Lumina’s senses as the dust and smoke slowly settled. Drips of colored crimson fell away from his Zanpakuto onto a man he had called traitor just moments before. He noticed the blood pooling underneath the traitor’s hand, three fingers laid missing only inches away. Several slashes painted the man’s black robes in blood. Not to far away laid a woman with a deep laceration to her right eye. Her face might have been once beautiful yet now it was covered in a mask of red ooze.

Others were hurt too, injuries spotted the battlefield like red markers. Aevus stood with his allies in that sea of black and red. A sullen expression cornered his features amidst the blaze of fire as he began to knock out the men and women around him with the pommel of his blade. Even in their state they were still dangerous, he couldn’t forget that for a moment. With his sealed Zanpakuto in hand he would flinch as he felt a tongue run along his hand. His eyes would meet those silvers, looking up at him. Fire danced reflectively in her irises as she stood beside the pale faced reaper. Even without the heat of the flame there was at least some warmth in this chaos.

There was silence for a time but the silence didn’t last long which wasn’t to much of a surprise. Aevus would turn to the Kuchiki as he spoke up. Of course this was but one battle, there was more bloodshed to come. He would sigh glancing unreadily at the noble Vice Captain. He wasn’t a leader but these men needed him. Regardless of how he felt about his position he couldn’t let them down not if he could help it. He wasn’t social or one for rousing speeches. Thankfully this noble was able to fill that void. Alongside the ever cheerful captain the bleakness of this situation wasn’t as bitterly placed. “I’m not worried about my standing after all this and i’m no expert. I’m but a Shinigami, think of me not as a leader but a fellow soldier.”

[Zeich Yajuu]

((OOC: Y'know, I was considering my post for this, and after reviewing all the posts up to now, I'm actually going to pass on the GM this round. Shinigami forces, assume you're wrapping up the last of the enemies, since it's pretty apparent in Aevus's post, and the two sides can meet as they will. Next round we'll move into the dungeon to really get things rolling. Free round for each side to react to one another for now.))

[Kazura Uzaki]

Kazura looked at Asmoskon with incredulity. "Really? Didn't know you could walk there in such short time.... What an amazing switch inside this place. Must have explained the walking down to reach the top staircase. Must collect samples for study." The inventor extended his nanobots just outside the entrance of the impervious tunnel, scooping up some dirt made only of reiatsu and bringing it back into his arm. While they accomplished their mission, he scanned over the group that had just managed to break through the lines. He didn't recognize any of the Shinigami, but he saw a striking resemblance to a former opponent.

"That one... That one wielding the fire is a Kuchiki, isn't he? He reminds me of Souza..."

Remaining Reiatsu: 10,000/10,000
Secondary Fullbring: 3/8

[July Kasumi'Oji]

”Huuuumans!”

July broke through the tedium of the strategy decisions with practiced ease, indicating the group of Living Humans who had just entered the world. How exciting - a new distraction! July wouldn’t have missed their sudden appearance, even amongst all the confusion. But, well, were they friend or foes? The reports had stated that the “mind-control issue” had spread to the human world too - or had it started there? Well, that was inconsequential as of now. What really mattered was determining what they were doing. At the moment they were standing there, looking rather bemused.

Fun, fun, fun.

July, at this stage, had determined that these new additions were acting of their own volition - his superior analysis had allowed him to make the distinction between those under control of the mysterious grandmaster behind this scheme and those who continued to resist. So, what were they going to do? Just stand there? Two of them were quite pretty, but the other looked rather stern and tough - no fun at all. Still, he wasn’t one to judge - perhaps the black-clad Quincy would be the most fun out of them all.

July skipped over to them, daintily skipping over the debris and unconscious bodies scattered by their battle. Perhaps the humans would open fire on him, perhaps they wouldn’t. July was confident in his ability to dodge most projectiles from this distance, but it would be troublesome for his approach. Could he be any nicer? The dagger in his hand probably wasn’t helping, actually. Perhaps he should put it away. That might be better, less threatening. Sort of, maybe. Anyway, he had people to talk to. New people! Maybe the additions would help boost morale again.

”Humans! We come in peace!”

Mid-skip, July sheathed his dagger in his coat pocket, and held up his white gloved hands - which were still spotlessly clean. The sign looked like one of peace and surrender, but the wide grin on his face made the situation seem far less serious. He looked playful, mischievous. As he arrived at the small group of humans, he tumbled forwards, before rolling back into a standing position, and taking an elegant bow. It may have taken the humans a few seconds to identify him as a Shinigami - given his unusual attire and playful aura, but those with more acute energy sensory would feel the powerful aura of a Captain emanating from him.

”Pleased to meet you all. July Kasumi’Oji, Captain of Squad 8. I’m assuming you’re not here on holiday.”

He finished with a wink, as if letting them all in on one big joke. Things were getting interesting, very interesting. Perhaps he might get to play with these delightful people, and broaden his horizons in the process. July almost congratulated himself - “broadening one’s horizons”, what a noble pursuit!

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon was starting to get rather annoyed with this situation. It was far better to be in the situation with two people that for the most part he could trust and call his friends yet even that onmly went so far when by standing here not progressing forward he was putting his soldiers and his family in danger. Standing here doing nothing was just furthering the probability that his people were going to be overwhelmed and eventually have to retreat or face death. So in his own opinion it was best for them to keep moving right now and not dwell on the Shinigami that were facing off against one another. That is until Asmoskon saw for himself who was taking part in the battle.

By the time that Kazura questioned the Shinigami looking to be a Kuchiki Asmoskon already had his arms crossed over his chest watching the last few moments of battle as Amagai burned the air itself. There seemed to be three Shinigami that from what Asmoskon could tell possess quite a grand deal of power. He knew Amagai as well as the black haired Shinigami. The battle was finished and it seemed the Shinigami had noticed them. Asmoskon couldn't waste any time though so he had to get facts as fast as possible. The blonde haired Shinigami began to call out to them and walk towards them.

He would tumble forwards and then back onto his feet hoping to make some sort of splendid first impression only to realize that Asmoskon had walked straight on past him ignoring the man altogether as if he wasn't even there. After a few moments Asmoskon would be right near Amagai. "I thought battle wasn't your ideal Amagai." Asmoskon looked around at the littered bodies that were cut and burnt. "Well at least I figured you would have restrained a few. Glad to see you're fine though. Now what's happened here in Soul Society? How is the Family? Where is Hotaru?" Asmoskon didn't need many answers nor did he have time to waste so only the essential in his opinion were asked of his family member.

[Zeich Yajuu]

((OOC: One month and only half the posts, guys, c’mon. Let’s try and keep this rolling; we’re almost at the split-off.))

The two sides met and reconciled, with Asmoskon acting as a delegate between them thanks to his knowledge of the Kuchiki officer. What could have been a fight caused by misunderstanding was quickly averted, allowing the forces to unite and compare notes. The news was grim from both sides; their own races were fighting against them, and guarding the prison. Worse, though those from the human side had come through the prison, they had seen no sign of the leader or his guards. Instead, they had just passed by hundreds of sealed jail cells, all of which were held firmly and kept their captives inside. Aside from that strange up/down disorientation they had suffered halfway through, there had been nothing irregular to suggest a place where the Martyr or those who worked for him were hiding. He could perhaps be in one of the cells, but did they dare risk breaking them open, potentially releasing dangerous beings from within if they chose wrong?

They would have to figure it out quickly, though; the one scout that had survived to give any sort of information claimed that the Martyr’s base was somewhere between the two worlds, a third prison that was hidden in an offshoot of the Dangai. But what did this mean? Was there a hidden passage? Did it have something to do with their disorientation, or was that a false lead? They had to make a decision on how to arrive at their goal, and sooner than later, else they would find themselves running out of time, with the Martyr’s forces controlling both worlds. What would they do?

[Kazura Uzaki]

Introductions had been made, with the Soul Society representatives being far friendlier than the ones that Kazura had previously met. Which was good, since the fate of both worlds were at stake. The inventor from the human world turned his attention to the challenge at hand. "Now that we've all become acquainted, the challenge of getting to the culprit is paramount. We walked here from our world and didn't see anything but empty cells. So, I propose that we don't walk, but fly instead. If we don't take the staircase, maybe we can see at which point the human world meets the land of the dead. I imagine somewhere along that point is where we'll find our hidden third prison."

If everyone agreed with him, Kazura could easily create little disks of earth from the Soul Society and imbue it with his nanobots to give people platforms on which to stand and fly as a group. However, he was fully aware that his idea was rather out of the box and it was possible that other people had a better idea. Despite his curiosity at the empty looking cells with the dimensional barrier, he did not plan to mess with the prison's inmates. Breaking open cells could not be the best plan of attack and he would vehemently oppose any suggestions to do so.

Remaining Reiatsu: 10,000/10,000
Secondary Fullbring 4/8

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

“Humans...?" Lumina’s ears perked at that, her silver gaze shifting to the reaper’s. Aevus couldn’t help but grin. “Heh, how interesting.” The Shinigami had a soft spot for the living. Out on his nightly patrols, he always found a moment to watch them. To most they were the mundane. Most lived simple yet uneventful lives. But that was the thing, they lived lives. Sure most had a daily 9-5 and others did nothing with the time given to them but there were always those moments. Those simple yet inspiring moments.

Seeing an old friend on the street. Walking in the park with your parents as a child. Having a kiss taken on the steps to your apartment. They were seemingly simple yet beautiful moments. At least...they were to him. Time waits for no man, not even a supposed God of Death. It made him wonder sometimes, what sort of life he led before this one. What kind of life did he leave behind? Why did not knowing bother him so? He’d never know and he learned to put those prattling thoughts behind him.

He remained behind with his fellow peers as the two sides converged. He’d leave the talking to the Lieutenant and the Captain. It was strange, he wasn’t expecting to recognize any of them. And yet he recognized the Quincy right away. He was the same Quincy, he had helped rescue with Hotaru from a Vandenreich prison. He usually didn’t pay attention to trending events and yet the rumors he heard seemed to be true. How strange, a Quincy and a Captain together.

With his Zanpakuto sheathed he would take but a passing glance to the others around him. He felt himself take a double take when he spotted the blonde. Her features reminded him of Shizuyoko. So much so he almost thought it was her. How curious, was it just a coincidence? Or did this girl also possess a couple of slithering tails? Yet parts of her were different and stood out. It was her eyes that gave it away. Two mismatched irises, one green and the other blue. Strangely alluring in their own right.

He’d try and keep himself from ogling or more so he’d feel a nip from Lumina that would keep him from doing so. "Aevus" Taking back his attention he would listen to the other human. Who in many ways seemed like he was the leader of their operation. A young man with brown eyes and matching hair. He wasn’t opposed to the man’s plan but he also wasn’t one to speak for those around him. Lumina eyed the man confused, her ears perking faintly as she twisted her head.“This one would imagine-I mean i'd imagine it’s worth a try but i’m afraid we don’t have wings.”

“We could walk on the air but-” Lumina would be cut off. Her legs spread out as panicking paws felt the ground beneath her begin to move upwards. “-Wha-what is this?” Aevus would put but a hand on the scruff of the wolf to steady her. "It seems to be our way up." He would eye the brown haired man for a moment. These humans were more than met the eye. He didn't know much about them when it came to their abilities but they were oh so interesting.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

She had to do everything in her power to keep quiet. Shizuka was fairly notorious for hating Shinigami in the Human World, so she wasn't too entirely sure how much the world had spread since her start six years ago. She positioned herself next to Kazura and simply listened, not wanting to start any fights that didn't need to happen. She felt a strong feeling of disgust throughout her core, but she kept that to herself. There was no point in sharing her feelings if she could hide them well enough. Instead, she remained seemingly unfazed, as if she was already used to seeing everyone around her.

One man caught her eye for a brief moment since he was staring at her, but she awkwardly glanced away. He probably noticed. Shizuka cringed internally, hating herself for being so obvious despite her status as an assassin. She still caught herself making mistakes from time to time when it came to things like this because she couldn't help her curiosity. Still, why did he look at her, anyway? Did he know her from somewhere? She didn't know him, so she wasn't going to say anything. She just took Kazura's suggestion and smiled as the platform appeared for her. His powers really were something else!

"I like the initiative, Kazura. I'm glad you and your brain are here." Shizuka half-joked. She laughed, but she was being genuine. She was really happy to have him around.