Leviathan Slope; Part one? [Solo]

[Akio Naito]

Name: [Leviathan Slope; Part one]
Location: [An Artificial riverbank in Karakura]
Plotline:[/u] [Akio has long since admitted to years of watching people fight, and that was before he could actually make out any of the attacks. This time, he's sitting by the river, and watching a fight between much stronger beings than himself.]

Edit; Reformatted into a solo thread due to lack of interest.

[Akio Naito]

The sound of battle rings loudly through Karakura once more, a blade is drawn and sheathed repeatedly as if in time to music that couldn't be heard. Even from a distance, anyone would have been able to hear the impacts clearly, in between each drawing and re-sheathing, more like a bell being beaten with a hammer, and the sheer amount of patterning to those sounds made one thing clear, the swordsman had complete control of the situation. Their opponent could barely do more than a snarl to throw off the musical timing.

A blade trailing radiant reiatsu cleaves cleanly through a wall of water, the wall's creator, one of the bestial souls that so craved to add others to themselves, in a never-ending quest for what they lack, kicks off the ground, leaping back to avoid being split along with it, but howls and charges back towards their opponent upon landing, they weren't looking to retreat. The other fighter, a man in a white suit and tie, pulls the sheath from their hip, and points it towards the monster, calmly, without concern for the incoming attack. "...die Scheide!"

But Akio was doing just fine watching from the other slope of the artificial riverbank, glancing up from his book as needed. Most of these fights were perfectly safe at this distance, and they were rather entertaining, somewhat like the kind you'd see in a manga, though better and worse in their own ways. But that's not why they were so safe for him, they were so safe because spiritual perception seemed to take over a lot more information processing during combat, compared to one's more grounded, mundane perceptions. And pureblooded quincy or not, his presence was still much fainter than that of others, naturally masked his empty nature.

The well-dressed man's sword dissolving away in motes of light, and the empty sheath pours forth a flood of spiritual particles, from the outside perspective, it looked more like a horizontal pillar of flame, quickly twisting into a blade of searing light that had already extended well past the point where its target was impaled even before the swing upwards. When it comes to rest vertically, it's another sword, a massive one, using the sheath of the first blade as its hilt, and a pentagram of burning reiatsu for a guard. No matter what it was, it tore the river-ogre looking spirit nearly in half, and burned away any trace of the beast's body in only a moment.

The man in a suit began to walk off. Letting go of the towering sword, which lingered where he'd left it for a moment, in midair, and did not fall a centimeter, instead fading away much as the slain opponent had. It was a fast dissolution, starting from the entire surface area of the weapon, and eating inwards until nothing was left. It often seemed to Akio that whatever force allowed physical items to resist entropy, and continue to exist in a meaningful way even when unattended, refused to preserve the weapons of spiritual beings, or the few humans who managed to learn the techniques such beings used.

So that was it, the show was fairly impressive, but it raised a few questions to the observer. Mainly why something like that was kept in reserve for so long. Though truth be told, he hadn't had the clearest view of that fight, better than when he had to strain his eyes and fight through the blurring effect just to tell what people were doing, but not nearly as good as before the river of soul burned his sixth sense to cinders. His newfound clarity of the eyes had been pit balanced by a numbness of the soul, so he hadn't been able to feel the reiatsu of either of those two, not even when they were clearly running at a level higher than he usually saw so close to a populated area.

With a deep breath, Akio stood up, taking care not to hurt the aged book, and looked around for other spectators, now that the hollow was dead, and their slayer had left the scene. He hadn't caught any sign of another person, or any more spirits yet. Sometimes he'd see others who arrived late, or notice others in the audience after the show. But it was a lot harder to find them nowadays, in his condition. So anyone else present would've had to have been in plain view for him to catch them on his way down the river bank.

A long moment passed, the sounds of battle had been reduced to only the sound of the river. Nothing approach him, the only movements he perceived were flowing water, swaying grass, artificial lights passing by in the not-too far distance. The recently quincified young man gently tucked his book away, and began to wander off. His thoughts were still on the battle, it had been a relatively long one compared to most he spectated, but that was only because the man in a suit had wanted it that way. They had been playing defensively until the exact moment for using that technique. The angels in white were a dogmatic people, and most weren't as entertaining to watch, when they slaughtered an enemy so easily. He'd have to figure out what made tonight's particular one so great on his way home.

[Johnwaluigi]

+40 CTP

I'm awarding CTP, but please state what is being trained for in future, please!