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Over The Two Weeks
A man is many things. Constructed by the black, white, and grey areas of reality that shapes one’s world: directly and indirectly impacting the spheres of perception. The beginning of someone’s life is the most crucial, at a delicate and fragile state one can succumb to the dangers of the world. Hazard situations for an individual were not just physical, it was also mental. If someone’s spirit is broken or corrupted, then that too can become as incurable. As lethal as a scorpion’s poison or a snake’s venom, a man’s community can shape him into something inevitable.
Then it can be supported by nature, that regardless of domestic training – a snake will always be that, a serpent. Jizakai thought, and he had done enough of pondering to where he had to mobilize to train. There was a considerable amount of people left with more raw force, strength, speed than he could muster at the time in the Gotei. With the rumor that the Third Seat successfully defeated the Lt, Jizakai fist had balled. For now, the Ametsuchi realized he had to optimize his current arsenal and sharpen his fangs and talons. Anyone who faces him no matter the circumstance must fall beneath his might: even the individuals above him in rank. Blood began to fall from his hand, as the amount of pressure exerted tore openings within his flesh causing it to drip off the edge of his palm and spoil the soil below.
There were three obstacles standing in front of him, it was Eizoku, Arashi, and Tenzen. These individuals were noteworthy people within the Gotei 13, and had earned status that exceeded beyond the Ametsuchi presently. And in truth, Jizakai did not want to accept the fact that each of them may be stronger than him. The theory had not been tested but the man was no fool to challenge the captain of the division. Arashi was the vice-captain but managed to previously lose in a bout against the third seat. The details were not of Jizakai concerns, a defeat was that, an obstruction.
Jizakai did not want to be second to anyone or anything, because there was no honor or pride in being next to the best. The desire was to become the greatest and once attained to never ever allow the position to be usurped by another. The first steps were to abide his time, study the other great combatants of history as well as those of present. As an expert in a field, progression was a continuous thing but unlike them, the Ametsuchi did share the patience of a refined professional. The Ametsuchi like an eagle sought to soar to new heights and unprecedented speeds…
Present Day
Standing upright, Jizakai's charming eyes stared down the halls of the barracks that seemed to allure the attention of two female comrades. He was not the third seat, vice-captain, or captain of the division but he commanded enough attention at fourth-seat. Even before raising to this seated position, the darker tone male was naturally striking and commanding enough to the opposite sex. As they walked down towards the direction he resided, Ametsuchi right shoulder leaned against the wall and the other just gotten occupied by a Hell Butterfly. Angling his right forearm to his left shoulder, extending the index finger the small animal crawled upon as he removed his attachment to the wall and received the message from the captain. Unfortunately for the women, he made haste heading to the destination ordered to arrive at. It took Jizakai not long to arrive at the entrance of the training hall, taking note of the pair of shoes outside of the training hall. Who were these? Someone had arrived before him, someone was ahead of the fourth seat, another sickening reminder of where he stood in the military which made him squeeze the same hand that bleed over the last two weeks. However, this time the clenched fist did not tear the flesh, dismissing the formality of removing one’s footing the Ametsuchi entered.
Sliding the door open with his left hand, Jizakai, pushed it open with moderate pace to allow the dim light of the room to cascade across his plain and calm visage. He had entered the location where others were, and in these halls, the pain was welcomed and gifted. Being summoned here by the Captain, Jizakai had an idea of what was to come. Bowing in respect to the captain, his long stranded hair touched the surface and it continued to sink as he decided to follow the vice-captain posture in humbling himself. Sitting upon the heels of his feet, head facing the surface and hair mopping the ground, the Ametsuchi stood out. His face was covered in its entirety by the drooping hair, but underneath the mask that showered all muscle tension within his shoulders, neck, and face a smile of insanity plastered upon him. All of the excitement and anticipation of what was to come was exciting, exhilarating as if he was on a high. Yet, none of these feelings leaked out nor would be detectable in any way possible because of the mental fortitude. Jizakai continued to breathe normally, act regularly, and understanding to remove his crazed expression and hair within a couple of seconds to show a calm demeanor to address Arashi, and Tenzen. Taking note of their physical appearances and the materials upon them at quick glances, it seemed Jizakai was one of the unarmed ones within this facility. Interesting…
“Greetings, Captain Oda and Vice-Captain Arashi.”
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The man the myth the Menace, such a reputation is one that not a lot of people want to earn. Yet Elk strived for it, and achieved it by terrorizing the members of 5th in all manner of ways. When he was asked why he was doing this, he merely responded with Captains orders, before walking away, leaving his victims in a precarious situation that they had to get out of or wait for help.
Yet for today Elk was behaving, he wasn’t out and about more like sitting down underneath the shade of the porch overlooking the court yard. His eyes were fixed upon his Denreishinki, his finger pushing up on the screen to move it through until he finally reached an old report of the creator of Hakudan Keppeki, Lieutenant Nanao Ise. He couldn’t help but think of how fast she was able to create this barrier that was designed to keep the quincies out. While simple, it was quite impressive to him, and he figured that if one could make a barrier that prevents entry of quincies one could make a barrier that prevents Hollows, arrancar and fullbringers out of an area, however he would be under the assumption that if he could get an Arrancars reiatsu it would be protenant enough to not only keep hollows out, but Fullbringers as well. His only problem was he didn’t exactly encounter hollow or arrancar through out his career as a shinigami, and wouldn’t know where to start, as for the Hakudan Keppeki it was written down on how to create and was easy to replicate. What he wanted was to get some hollow or arrancar reiatsu, before he would create this barrier.
While he had been out on the porch many of the unseated members of division who came around the court yard porch gave Elk a wide birth. Avoiding him as much as possible, some finding alternative routes to their destination. Though he couldn’t care less in the movements of those who walked further away from him it was only those that gotten closer that he would keep his senses on alert, waiting on any fluctuation of reiatsu. His free hand had lifted up by this point and moved to the back of his neck, rubbing slightly from the strain of him constantly looking down at his phone before it would lift away, where a glimmer of light was seen trickling away from his hand as he stood up.
“That’s enough studying.”
As he spoke both arms would stretch outwards before he began to twist the upper half side to side until his back cracked.
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A notification came out from his phone, causing him to blink and bring it to his face once more. He watched with excitement as Captain Yugure spoke with such enthusiasm about the games and who can participate and what were the rules, and the risk of life. Wonderful, or at least it will be if he were to go on the side lines, and just watch, maybe even learn a thing or two. As the stream came near its end, he would reach over to close it and place his phone into one of the many pockets his Shihakusho had.
“Now lets see where some people are.”
His eyes closed for a few moments, as he began to pick up various signatures across the barracks, though three in particular stood out to him, Captain Oda, and Lieutenant Suta’s along with 5th seat Jizakai Ametsuchi movement towards the captain, he was a bit curious as he would disappear with a shunpo, taking several steps before finally landing not too far from the western training hall, where he would walk along the wall, stopping at the entrance to lean against the adjacent wall as Jizakai introduced himself to the captain and the lieutenant.
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Two Weeks Ago...Silence and shock filled the entire area of the division, the scene surely catching any stray onlookers by surprise. Yet, all seemed to be taken aback with the exception of one man, Tenzen Oda. Without a presence or sound, the man approached Eizoku from behind, stopping once at his side and taking in the scenery before him. He had expected reproof, to be reprimanded and punished. Yet, he had been greeted by a tone that had been saturated with an underlying satisfaction.
”Missing for One hundred years only to return and put to shame everyone who had a one hundred year lead on you in terms of training. I made sure that none of them slacked in their training, especially Arashi as he trained beside me for those same hundred years. Yet, you are the only one left standing.”
A look of surprise wiped itself across the Third Seat's face, followed by an expression of something synonymous to relief and gratitude. The man immediately facing his captain, falling upon his right knee, supporting his own weight with his left. His shikai reverting back to his sealed zanpakto state, resulting in but a singular blade to be reformed, residing beneath the palm of his right hand which had been pressed flatly against the hilt against the ground. An act of respect and reverence, only to be followed with a singular sentence.
"My sincerest apologies for a delayed return...Captain Oda. The circumstances that prevented me from returning were out of my control. However, with all the set contingencies in place, I can't help but think you already expected something of the sort to happen. That advanced preparation, is the only reason I have returned alive. And for that, I am forever grateful and in your debt.."
Although his head had been slightly bowed, he could see from his peripheral vision that the man had still been scanning over the area, checking the status of the individual's within his division. His Lieutenant seeming to capture the majority of his attention before he continued speaking uninterrupted.
”Should I blame myself for not pushing them hard enough? No, if I push too much they would break and be useless. What happened here was a rare instance, a flash of something greater that can be honed into a blade whose sharpness rivals a scalpel.
His questions although being obviously rhetorical, were met immediately after his inquiry with answers of his own. Yet, the statement standing out the most, had been what Eizoku had desired to hear since his induction into fifth.
"Eizoku Yugameru, you might be worth teaching..."
Humbled, yet elated at his Captain's words, he couldn't help but verbalize his true feelings about the matter - albeit his tone remaining rather monotonous than anything, yet completely genuine nonetheless.
"I desire nothing more than to be your tempered blade, and to serve the Gotei 13 without reserve. Yet, I can't help but feel as if my reverence to you will lead my loyalty to the two, to become unbalanced if ever weighed. Nevertheless, I humbly accept...Captain Oda.
"..Now let’s go speak about what happened in the Dangai, I am very curious to know. We’ll let this lot sleep off their loss for now."

With that, the two individual's had taken their leave, Eizoku hadn't said a word more as they left. The scene behind them unchanging. And from hence forth, Eizoku had never been seen too far off from the immediate location of his Captain.
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Present Time...Enough time had passed that allowed the relaying and explanation of both his journey through the Dangai, along with his explanation as of why he assaulted the authority figures within his division upon his arrival. He had also received his promised answer from the mouth of Captain Oda himself, about exactly what occurred pertaining to Arashi's actions within the Rukongai. As a result, the once innate fear he had possessed for the man, evolved into understanding and pity - and in turn, opened up room for an actual relationship to develop between the two as companions.
In fact, he had already received a direct notice by mean's of his Captain through a Hell Butterfly that both he and Arashi, along with another unnamed individual would be in attendance at a mandatory meeting that would take place within the Western Training Hall. It goes without saying that a scheduled meeting at a training hall could be nothing less than a physical altercation, and from the looks of it, he would most likely have to once again potentially spar his Lieutenant, along with another individual.
Because of the advanced notice, and his unconquerable quirk or needing to be punctual for any and everything involving his name, he had in fact truly been the first to arrive on the scene. The only signature present within, had been his own captain, who undoubtedly knew that Eizoku was already present and on the scene awaiting for the arrival of the other arriving parties. He had taken it upon himself to gather information about those attending before anything would commence, not for an advantage for himself, but rather to ensure no unwarranted guests or objects were brought within the midst of his Captain without a formal invitation. He remained in plain sight to anyone vigilant or skilled enough to notice, yet his presence and appearance concealed. How?
The presumed first individual to arrive to the training grounds had been none other that Lieutenant Suta, whom apparently had unknowingly walked directly in front of him, respectfully removing his shoes before making entry. The second individual arriving shortly after the lieutenant had seated himself. This man however, had been unfamiliar to Eizoku, even in the midst of his two week return. Rather tall in stature, with his most notable feature being his silver mane which nearly draped to the ground, sweeping it because of its length. Eizoku's eyes instinctively scanning him up and down, unable to find anything out of the ordinary before dismissively allowing him too to unknowingly pass directly in front of him. The man had cast his eyes upon the sandals of the lieutenant, before actively giving in to an outward display of annoyance as he tightly clenched his fist before entering without the removal of his sandals. These small actions in the short time of observing the man, had already led Eizoku to develop an active distaste for him, and all the more reason to keep an eye of suspicion open for the man. For he had not only disrespected the Captain by ignoring formalities, but also put on an act of respect for both the captain and lieutenant upon his entry.
With both figures inside, Eizoku had seen to it that everyone whom had been invited, had made their entry before him. All with an exception of a blue haired individual whom had marked himself along the outside perimeter of the walls that enclosed the training area shortly after the silver headed man had entered - eavesdropping perhaps? Him too, directly next to Eizoku, unaware and oblivious to his presence akin to the others.
Without sound or warning, Eizoku dismantled the spell he had been using to cloak his presence and appearance - Kyokko. The bent light, instead of folding and fading, had instead shattered in a silent display of iridescent hues and scattered rays that shortly dissipated like glitter soon after, leaving Eizoku alone in its wake. Both eyes focused on the blue haired male, his face a blank canvas, yet his eyes filled with a threatening intent.
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"Had you desired to truly eavesdrop, you should have taken more preventative measures to prevent being spotted. Perhaps try Bakudo #26 next time. Now then, if you have no business here, I suggest you leave..." Eizoku had purposely verbalized loud enough for his voice to be heard by all those within, making the presence of the man known as well. Before calmly turning his back to the man, removing his sandals, before sliding the door to the area open and entering. The middle and index finger upon his lowered right hand lifting in union, causing a single walled barrier to erect from one wall of the building to the other, actively blocking anyone else from coming through the entrance. Specifically the rather mischievous shinigami whom he had dismissed.
With that, they man took a silent bow, before seating himself behind both whom had arrived, his full attention locked upon his captain as he awaited the meeting to commence.
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One by one those he summoned for trinkle into the training hall, each one making themselves known to one degree or another. Silently Tenzen sits in place observing them and their mannerisms. His Lieutenant seemed ready for conflict, his hand grasping the hilt of his blade, the Fifth Seat seemingly unarmed radiates excitement and eagerness then there is the Third Seat who enters and seats himself down giving the Captain his full attention. A wide array of emotion is on display here, one ready to fight, one excited to fight, and one who seemingly thinks this to be a cordial meeting. Their greetings do not go unheard but rather not responded to as the Captain silently stares at them, eyes shifting from one to another. While the Fifth Seats Zanpakuto cannot be seen it does not mean he is without defense, this is Fifth Division after all, being tied to Kido Corps means that they have a whole host of spells to make up for the lack of a blade. The Third Seat seems to have blocked off the entry way with Kido to keep out one particular menace, a smart move but not needed. As chaotic as he may be he wouldn’t be so foolish as to jump into the middle of what is going to transpire.
So what is this meeting about? Why hold it in the Training hall? Growing up any sort of family related meeting within his clan was held in such halls, it is easier to let out frustrations through an exchange of blows and can clear one's mind easily. In a way it has become a habit for the Captain to hold meetings within such a place, though he rarely calls for such gatherings. Arashi, one who is ever ready for battle, seems to believe this is to be a warm up for the Captain before the Kenpachi Games, a subject he has not spoken much about since returning to the Barracks two weeks ago. It is a good thing none of his division is participating, there are more important things to do other than claim a silly title to validate one's strength.
Still without speaking a word the Captain places his hands together for a prayer, bowing his head behind his hands. There is nothing alarming or unusual about this, as the Seireitei’s living embodiment of Buddha such a gesture is quite normal. It is only when he rapidly separates his hands that the hostility is felt immediately.
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A flickering image is left behind in the spot where the Captain was seated, his Reiryoku dancing around and between the three men like ribbons gliding along their necks and arms. Chilling air washes over these same spots, piercing deep down to muscle and bone though, for the neck the feeling would not reach as deep. Now positioned behind the men, his hands making a claw as if he were some rabid beast, although there is no blood on his fingers at all. He has a low stance that compliments the beast-like claws he is making with his hands but he soon adjusts it and stands up to his full height. He is still silent, mask still active, his Hollow-esque raspy breathing heard loud and clear in the room. For Elk, he can only hear and sense what is happening and yet, just by standing on the other side of that door it would feel as if he were face to face with a monstrous entity that was sizing him up for the take down. Today was going to be an interesting day indeed.
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Calm and collected, seemingly at rest and content, the Lieutenant is joined by two more. One, Jizakai Ametsuchi, steps in with no care and respect to the training hall, something Arashi clearly shows when stepping into any training hall, even his own. He even had the gall to enter without his Zanpakuto, and despite having other ways to defend and attack, the Zanpakuto will always be a Shinigami’s greatest ally. Another, Elk Hoshi, someone who likely did not belong in this vicinity and chose to sneak rather than show himself entirely. Having done nothing to mask his spiritual signature, his presence was simply a bug caught in the web of Arashi’s senses. Though he remained outside, so did Eizoku Yugameru, who had truly arrived first and seen it fit to cast a Bakudo capable of bending light and hiding his own presence. Whatever his intentions for doing so, is irrelevant. Whether Arashi had noticed something off or not there is no way to truly tell, but soon he would join after speaking to Elk Hoshi, asking him to leave, and then promptly casting a barrier at the door. Whether this is needed or not, Arashi kept his head still, facing towards the seated Captain who had not answered his nor Jizakai’s greeting.
A sense of focus is palpable around Arashi, so much so that Jizakai’s greeting towards him is ignored, but does not go unheard. His grip on Hoshizora tightens, whilst everything else remains relaxed. Internally, his body is ravaged by a concentrated flow of Reiryoku and his spiritual power remains concealed, unnoticed by those around him, including the oddly silent Captain. Arashi knew better, perhaps the wiser out of the three. Having fought and trained beside Tenzen for so long, he managed to pick up on quite a few of his tendencies. Things that would occur before, during, and even after battle. However, will such knowledge aid Arashi in what is about to transpire? Will it aid his comrades in defeating a Captain who is known for his masterful prowess Kido, and his battle instincts based on the history of his Clan?
The hands of Captain Oda come together, and in this, it prompts a readiness only seen against the Commander himself. As if to be a visual cue, it ignites his spiritual pressure, as it coats his very body, hugging tightly against the fabric of his clothing, against his skin even. As if he could feel a brewing storm, the change in the very air around him before it could even truly come to exist. Though seated, Arashi is far more ready to face battle than possibly Jizakai or Eizoku combined. While the praying hands of the buddha are not unusual, nor does it seek any affirmative action of the three, Arashi still draws but a couple of inches of his sword from the scabbard. Concurrently to the rapid separation of Captain Oda’s hands, Arashi draws the entirety of his word in the fashion of a horizontal arc, simultaneously releasing into his Shikai and pushing any contact of the Captain's Reiryoku/Reiatsu with his own. The light shines to a blinding effect that surrounds the very space around Arashi himself, concealing the movement of his lips in that very moment whilst his words remain inaudible--
” Kyokko.”
Masking his presence completely, vanishing away within the blinding light he created; in sync with the fleeting moment of the flash, the same moment that would allow for Captain Oda to arrive and stand from his prowling posture, positioning himself behind the three men, should he have continued uninterrupted from the abrupt light show. However, if Jizakai and Eizoku were somehow caught off guard by the abrupt flash of light from Arashi’s Zanpakuto, then they may have been vulnerable to Captain Oda’s underlining plan, and possibly unable to respond to the abrupt speed of their Captain.
Where the Hollowfied Captain stands, he’d find a glowing blade condensed with immense energy inches away from his torso, and already in motion at mammoth levels of speed. It is poised to separate his upper half from his lower at the waistline in one clean fashion. Adjacent to him is an image moving so fast it would be impossible to tell if it is Arashi or not that wields this very blade with two hands. Captain Oda had raised not just a warrior of the Fifth Division, but a competent killer, a warrior who knew better than to strike the Captain without taking into consideration of his actions before he moved.
Before the blade can find its mark, it breaks, separating into six large masses of light that wrap around the Captain’s body in the fashion of a ring and simultaneously move to slam into his midsection producing six rods made of light in the attempt to immobilize Captain oda. The fast-paced moving figure wielding the misleading blade was none other than a creation of light that shaped itself to be Arashi, while the real one, remain cloaked in Kyokko. An evident demonstration over his mastery of light and that specific Kido.
” Rikujokoro, Bakudo 61.”
Miraculously, a Kido is announced from ten feet across from Captain Oda and possibly Eizoku and Jizakai should they remain, Arashi stands after dispelling Kyokko for only a moment. His released Zanapkuto position horizontally, unsheathed and held parallel to the floor in front of him with his index and middle finger extended directly towards the Captain.
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Before all of them stands a Hollowfied Arashi, whose mask incites joy in the art of combat. A killer's intent is hidden by a seemingly harmless smile. Its misleading look leads to the death of his combatants should they take him lightly. However, Against a Captain who holds the power of a Hollow in tow with his own, he was no fool to stop at the act of a single Bakudo.
” Okasen, Hado 32.”
An orb of energy spreads along the edge of his glowing blade, the formation of this Hado hides its own familiar glow matching that of Arashi’s own Zanpakuto, and without hesitation, he releases a wide arc of energy in the fashion of a beam that moves at incredible speeds to strike the hopefully paralyzed Captain. With the power of a Hollow entangled with his own power, Captain Oda faced the chances of his flesh being obliterated from his bones, just as his clothing is incinerated from his body, but should his durability withstand such a Kido, the force of such a strike would push him through the very barrier and beyond that to the plethora of walls being victims to his crashing body, while still suffering considerable damage from the raw strength of Arashi potent spiritual power. Arashi can only trust that Eizoku and Jizakai would have moved if they had not already done so.
Arashi stands ready even still as if to have doubt in his ability to deal considerable damage. No, he simply did not take the Captain lightly, holding his skills and power to high regard. In every moment of his actions prior to now, he was ready to adjust and adapt. Somewhere in his actions, his scabbard had fallen from his hip, yet it was nowhere to be found within the room... Beneath his mask, his lips were in motion again, and once again his words were inaudible. Twin spiritual energies move in sync with one another, pushing against any lingering effects of Captain Oda's spiritual power and any other things that may come his way. Becoming a forged sword with a sharpened edge.
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