Souls came one a many, souls a plenty, each student’s face bearing different expressions. Yet again, they were greeted with another incident at the student grounds bearing Instructor Fēng as a person of interest. The question that began to arise was, “Why him?” Why was Zhou genuinely the teacher that was consistently placed in these sort of combat positions? The students didn’t know the origins of the spar between Asahi and Zhou, they simply were welcomed to a feast of combat
outside of the games. Zhou was challenged this time, and this was no mere spar. Whatever happened this day was the declaration of the very hierarchy of the third division. Even with having a captain, in no way shape or form out of pride and humility would she even go as far as to
think of keeping the blue haired male as his current seat if he had lost this bout. This was the way of the Seireitei.
"Indeed I do not mind speaking bluntly my dear Fēng-sama. We are here to dispute your current seat assignment. It is a great misfortune that you were thrust into this predicament."
The silver haired female had made things abundantly clear, mentally, to Zhou:
“This was a fight due to me progressing and you being demoted.” She felt that Oki-Taichou’s decision was made in error. The question was,
“Why did she feel this way?” In turn, it was more than obvious that she felt that the Fēng was inept for the position because, in turn,
she existed. Despite her views being placed on the Captain, the simple straight-to-the-point fact was that she believed that she was greater than Zhou. This led to why things were the way that they were. One could have blamed someone else for their decision, but the fact was that
she genuinely felt that she was entitled to the spot over Zhou himself. Immediately, this would beg the question, “Why not fight the Captain of the Division you have called home, that you have held near and dear?” Someone that
should be amongst her standing had finally occupied the captaincy seat, and rather than fighting for something as much as lieutenant, she instead was fighting to regain what she had lost. Regardless of the reasoning behind wanting to stay where she was rather than ascending, she had made her choice and as such, there was no going back from this.
From here on Kururu’s Nagahiro’s decision was accepted by the current Third Seat, and as such, he readied himself for altercation at hand.
There were no words to be had. Zhou saw this interaction as one due to duty, not out of personal feelings. And as such, the influx of spiritual pressure, when he exuded actually none at this given time, would have in theory been enough to stop anyone that didn't move, especially those not exuding spiritual pressure themselves. The fact to the matter was since Zhou was not outputting any spiritual pressure for her to genuinely measure how much to combat against him, the amount she emitted was not enough to surely keep him at bay nor impede his movements. Regardless of how much she outputted at this given time, by the time her lips began moving …
Zhou had not only closed the distance between her and him, his balled fist was mere centimeters from her face. Her blinking during Zhou’s movement would have been worse, but the fact of the matter was, Zhou was literally in front of her face before she even had the opportunity to utter the first syllable of her incantation. It didn’t matter what she
wanted to do or what she had
planned to, the fact of the matter was she had opted to raise her finger up and speak while against an opponent that had transcended beyond the speed of sound itself. Students, faculty, and all that spectated would be a genuine witness to the fact that none of them could inherently
see Zhou move from his current spot to where Nagahiro was currently positioned.
Not only did Zhou close the distance, but the
reiatsu he emitted was genuinely enough to combat against her effects, especially due to her emitting
enough spiritual pressure whilst he wasn’t emitting a single shred of pressure himself. Without taking into consideration how much the Fēng’s limit was (this more than likely due to the fact that he was still genuinely new to the division – Zhou’s abilities were not something that Kururu was ever privileged to any capacity as he was genuinely an unknown factor), but Zhou’s spiritual pressure could be felt all around her, flooding the area.
What made matters worse, around her, numbered an exuberant amount of identical six-foot tall “copies” of the male
right as his fist was all-but touching her face. Coming into existence in tandem with him closing that distance between the both of them. If she could turn around, she’d witness 8 bodies surrounding her entirety in disgustingly close proximity, some equidistant to what was to slam into her face. Zhou held the perfect posture – the outline of his back muscles being able to be seen by the spectacle that was there, his fist that seemed to have been already backed, but full on aiming to the full extent of being able to, at the very least, knock a tooth out of her mouth. The build up of his reiryoku was eminent, and she would have been faced with the full possibility of being cocked in the mouth then and there.
