[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

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A shattering of light caused his eyes to shift over beside him, to which he turned in surprise, the third seat himself Eizoku Yugameru the man who had gone missing for a century. They never really met up until this moment, yet the meeting was unpleasant as the Eizoku gave a unwelcoming glare with threating eyes, where Elk could only blink and step back a bit.
“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... ”
“Thank you for your advice. I shall make use of Kyokkō the next time.”
A smile could be seen running across Elk’s face as both hands raised, in a non threating manner before waving them side side to side much to the amusement of Eizoku before he turned around to enter the training hall. Elk’s eyes closed for but a moment before sensing a shift in reiryoku in Eizoku, causing his eyes to open up, that smile went to a blank one real quick, as he was readying himself to dodge at the firs sign of an incantation. Yet it did not come as he only witnessed the man lift his index and middle up to erect a barrier that stretched across the wall. No doubt Eizoku didn’t want him in there as Elk was the uninvited guest. This only caused a smile to return, as he began to analyze it closely before stepping back. The only spell that came to mind was Hadō 63 Raikōhō, though using it now would certainly draw the ire of the four inside. He was chaotic for sure, but he was not suicidal.
Waiting for now was his best option, after all he wanted to ask the captain for permission to for the world of the living should an arrancar or hollow show up there. A defeated sigh came out from him before leaning back, while he scratched the top of his head.
“What a pre-”
His words were cut off as the captains reiatsu was quick to come down upon him, this caused his eyes to dilate in fear, every inch of his body was screaming to move yet he was unable to do so, goose bumps ran across his body before he would release his own, reiatsu to combat the captains, and shunpo’d back from the training hall’s entrance. Elk was not a man to hide his emotions, if he showed fear, it was genuine fear, and his face had shown it to any unseated members that happened to see him. those that came near the area were also paralyzed by the reiatsu, unable to move from its grips. Normally he would just leave them be and sit and watch from a distance, but the hollow like reiatsu was drawing the attention of other division members, all knew who it was and some were coming. Then another hollowesk reiatsu came, Lieutenant Suta’s no doubt, what ever spar they were doing was serious, enough so that he was glad to not be in there to experience it first hand. Both of his hands clapped together as his reiryoku began to pour into them.
“Ryūbi no Jōmon! Kokō no Jōmon! Kigai no Jōmon! Hōyoku no Jōmon! Shijū no Saimon
The respective barriers names were called out as quickly as he could, and each one formed in rapid succession, scaled down to surround the western training hall, then the final barrier itself formed and connected with the rest, creating the box to protect those on the outside from any shots taken, while this meant that those inside could let loose without collateral damage it also trapped them inside with that Monster that fools everyone into believe he is nothing more than a Buddhist monk. A sigh of relief came out from him as he looked at Kokō no Jōmon as it served as the new entrance and exit way, that for now was sealed shut until he got the all clear to open it up.

 

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Focused and attentive to the environment and its occupants, the Ametsuchi took note of the arrivals of others – Elk and Eizoku. Elk, the fourth seat had done nothing in order to suppress his spiritual energy. Such a thing was not necessary unless he was attempting to sneak around, and that was the intention by the Shinigami, leading to judgement being casted by the fifth seat. The execution was horrible, the man lacked finesse and the proper implementation to snoop effectively. There was not much that could escape the eagles’ senses, if Elk was prey, he would be a mouse underneath the Ametsuchi surveillance. An easy catch. The other individual was someone who had recently bested the vice-captain in battle, whether or not that could be repeated again did not concern Jizakai. Apparently here already, the man’s entrance was opposite of the fourth. It had unveiled as the Bakudo spell faded away, revealing a telling about Yugameru and the type of person he may be. Simply from observation, the Ametsuchi was able to absorb enough information that would be used, as well as taking into account the barrier outside which rejected the entrance of another. Although he was aware of the happenings, his two eyes were always concentrated on Captain Oda.
Sound. It was absent. Silence. It had befallen the training hall and to Jizakai, silence spoke louder than words. It screamed at him, it clawed as an eagle did into captured prey. Usually soundless, swift, and lethal… There was familiar territory here for the predator, it was something which caused exhilaration to run its course to the Ametsuchi. There was no need to say anything because there simply was not anything to be spoken. The moment the fifth seat entered this facility he had in perspective what may happen; however, it was yet to occur. Nevertheless, it was going to be inevitable. The atmosphere was familiar, it was like being home – comfortable. His gesture was ignored by the others, not because they were being rude or outright disrespectful rather that it was unimportant for what was to come. The moment Jizakai had entered the building, there was an understanding of truth. His truth. That the rewards he sought did not come without pain, and with the looming Kenpachi Games radiating it must itch the blood of stronger warriors. In this silence… Jizakai somehow instinctively knew. Was it his own desire to find out where he was as a combatant or was it something deeper, something more profound?
“So, it begins…”
He questioned in thought, only out of speculation and feeling as he watched the hands maneuver for Tenzen to place both together. Simultaneously during that action, the Ametsuchi moved his left hand behind his back, at the position of his heels where the long shihakusho sleeve covered his ankles and feet. With the long sleeves hiding them, and out of sight that neither Eizoku, Arashi nor Tenzen could observe. Jizakai had used this instance to remove the sandals that were on his feet swiftly, with enough grace that it did not cause any ruffles of his garments or sound to disrupt the noise currently present in the room: silence his movements were. However, in nigh synchronization following Arashi, Jizakai acted promptly by kindling his reiryoku. Fastening around his body similar to a professional surfer’s wetsuit, it was compact, a result of skillful refinement and exceptional density. Acting as a protective shield against his beautiful aesthetics and flesh, such a response positioned Ametsuchi to be in a better position than previously stationed. Especially for someone assumed to be without a zanpakutou, he was rather ill-prepared within these walls of confinement.
Within the clutches of his index, and middle finger were the pair of sandals. Discerning the captain's body language, Jizakai watched as the man’s shoulders opened up which gave immediate warning of something to arise. As the speed was unnatural for anything that would not be hostile, and as the forearms spread apart so too did the hands. In immediate response to the initial movement, the Ametsuchi would have to optimally take advantage of any and every advantage presented to him. Quickly underneath the garment of his other arm, manifesting into action only to the knowledge of Jizakai was his Zanpakutou. A bronze-colored hue would have lit the room up a bit but it was concealed entirely by the material shrouding his arms. With his hand fastened around the blade of Risō Kōkan, Jizakai abruptly raised the arm to allow his fingers to trace until holding around the hilt. At the time of grasping his zanpakutou by the hilt, the Ametsuchi had activated his shikai instantly without word. The katanta firmly within his grasp, holding upon a fang of his that was now primed for a possible bloody encounter.
Parallel to the swing of Arashi, with incredible promptness, Jizakai would angle his Zanpakutou diagonally into a swing downwards. Enough force that splintered the positioned, previously thrust sandals into the fray, allowing them to be cleaved like a hot knife through butter. The force propelling the four halves into each direction of the room, their rate of arrival would be quick but perhaps not faster than the motions of the Shinigami, all while coincidently out of their way. With the swing of his own zanpakutou, it was equipped with Jizakai’s own reiatsu, which also radiated outwards from the Shinigami to guard himself against the captain’s influence. It was focused, dense, and tailored perfectly to counter not just the effects of the captain but vice-captain as well. Such control over his reiryoku enabled this, allowing him to effectively maneuver unbothered by the ongoing conditions now, and with the shelter provided of his reiryoku blanket protect him against the influences.
The vice-captains’ body was not followed by sight, but by the basic senses afforded to a man that allowed him to hear the movements being taken. This too would have applied to Eizoku and captain Oda. With the bright light exposure to the Ametsuchi eyes, it forced him to rely on other methods of sensory. However, this tactic done by the vice-captain would not be forgotten, because what if Jizakai was not as adaptable and adjustable at a moment’s notice. He would be left vulnerable and positioned for defeat but thankfully, that was not the current case. Jizakai closed his eyes instinctively in response, not able to use them temporarily he disabled the focus of them elsewhere to optimize. Deciding to not stay in position, pivoting off the balls of his feet, Jizakai maneuvered abruptly with incredible speed to the side opposite of Eizoku before the captain could circle around and land behind him. Heading to the east side of the room, his feet slide in control to the edge of the wall. Landing out of the direct forwardness of Tenzen and Arashi, Jizakai left hand had been placed upon the surface and the distance between himself and the others was at least fifteen feet. His movements were rapid, surprising maybe to the others. If Eizoku had maneuvered, he would have been a direct line from the Ametsuchi.
“Sekienton, Bakudo 21.”
With his hand touching the ground, immediately when contact was made a loud exploding sound would be heard from the position of the fifth seat. It did not sound blaringly loud, but a swoosh which would have traveled fast enough to likely command the attention of others in the room. By the time Jizakai anticipated when the others would possibly realize what occurred it would be too late for avoidance. As it seemed the swoosh was accompanied after the movement of the red smoke, obscuring the Ametsuchi positioning instantly and the right effect would serve to smokescreen the entire training hall. From the outside looking in, whatever windows there may be from whatever angle would be shrouded in red. Perhaps a symbolism for blood. Nevertheless, as much as Jizakai would have liked to blind everyone that had not been the intention. With his eyes still closed, but other senses affording him the in-depth perception he followed nigh concurrently with another Bakudo spell to follow behind Sekienton.
“Roppo Fujin.”
As with his other hand, angled towards the others. The katana of his zanpakutou, horizontal and parallel to the ground was a lit hue disguised by the dense smokescreen, its hexagonal pattern following behind the cloud. It did not just follow behind the cloud, rather it had been confining it from the corners and traveling in a manner that focused its positioned around that of the captain from fifteen feet in all directions. And within but a minuscule amount of time, it would serve to trap all those within the radius. It was not intentional to snare Arashi or Eizoku, but they were in a position that would benefit the Ametsuchi, whether they are inside or outside. Despite the reiatsu of the others, the competent skill of Jizakai reiryoku would be suitable to hold these individuals inside for a bit. It was designed like an architect, sculpted like a painter, and cemented like a construction worker. The optimization of his spiritual prowess would not go unnoticed, he refused innately – as the energy used would be sufficient to handle kido or similar attacks of great potency. These three individuals were ranked above him, there was nothing he would not do to show he belonged.
Gritting his teeth in response to the situation, he did not like being confined in these walls considering the lack of preparation on his part. This was a mistake not to be had again, as he positioned across the room he kept on full alert. Would the three-dimensional kido barrier serve the benefit of the fifth seat, perhaps watching the captain, vice-captain, and Eizoku tear each other apart. He did not care who won between them. Afterall, he wanted to win. Whether it was directly by his hand or another. He hoped for Arashi to go the distance with the captain, while Eizoku could avoid the dire and immediate situation to assist from the outside. From this angle, they could hard press the Oda leader into a situation of bombardment and timed assaults. Influencing conditions indirectly were much more effective than being the forefront. For a hungry predator, there was no pride in killing a target: whether or not the victim is hurt or battered. A victory is a victory.
For now, Jizakai stayed in a position ready to act on a moment's notice. What was to come, was based on the actions of everyone else. Using his left arm, he dropped it to the side where his hand was disguised and movements began to happen underneath. Yet, his garments did not move unnaturally but from the pressure of the kido casting and his hair blown behind his head from the pressure.

 

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Silence, when present, was never truly an application to Eizoku. Rather, it served only as an enhancement in a way that both forces and focuses his mind into a series of never-ending observations, preemptive strategizing, and self questioning. This instance would be no different. Purposefully sitting himself directly behind the two who had entered before him, at a distance no greater than three feet, in order to gain an unspoken and unexpected advantage from a strategical standpoint of everyone present. His mind, had already began racing the moment he had seated himself - or perhaps even before.
The biggest factor that struck the man first, had been the selected environment of choice to hold this meeting. With the origins of his captain and the clan he hailed from, this type of location would in a sense appear to be the norm. However, the silence that saturated the room in itself was an accessory that spoke far too loud. The lack of response to all introductions, and the rather questionable minor, yet noticeable behavioral actions of his Lieutenant had not gone unseen. In fact, they had been the very thing that ignited the flowing of possible upcoming occurrences within the mind of the Third Seat himself. The focus of the man had been so intense, something that reached beyond attentiveness and trickled over the brink into what could almost be defined as intent. It had been in this moment, that the scenario had ran through his mind that this indeed could very well be an on the spot training session...or more realistically a bloodbath waiting to drown all but the those who held the ability to remain above the surface in a sense. Eizoku, at this moment had already managed to take grasp of the hilt of his zanpakto, almost as if by instinct. He had done so with such nimble and precise movement, that it hadn't caused a break in the silence nor drawn the attention of those present thus far. Shortly after that, had been the gesture that had occurred that truly defined the reality of the situation Eizoku had now been in - Arashi's grip upon his blade, had began to tighten, and Eizoku had by then, sprang into action.
His shikai activating without a verbal cue uttered before Arashi's grip upon his blade could fully even be achieved. The environment from his perspective immediately becoming leaden, near stagnant - the motions of everyone in the room, including that of his captain. He now had time, more time than he would ever need, to think, to observe, to analyze, as he held the now dual blades in each of his respective palms. With the current distance between both men that sat in front of him, he purposefully withdrew and held his realm of influence in, restricting it to a set vicinity of five feet with himself being the epicenter. Being that neither of the men had made any prior movement, coupled with the otherworldly speed at which his shikai's area of influence forced itself upon the environment in what could only be described as instantaneous, the two men before him would almost undoubtedly fall subject to the effects of his shikai. Their physical movements along with their perception of time in that instant, would become slowed to near stagnation. In the very instant they fell under its influence, they would be unable to logically perceive anything happening before them - including the actions of their captain. All their intended actions thereafter had become nullified, leaving them rightfully at the mercy of whatever was to come next, and soon, the basis for everything to follow as he refocused upon the actions of his captain.
He observed, as his mentor before him, began to move at speeds that to Arashi and Jizakai due to their afflictions would appear awe-inspiring, and impossible follow. Yet to him, it had all been unfolding at a rate that was painfully slow - slow but beneficial in its own right. He observed the man as his palms finally met, only to begin being parted, and to Eizoku's surprise, what began to appear before him had been something all to familiar to him - the forming of a hollow mask. Before the mask itself had completely formed upon his face, and the parting of his hands could be completed, Eizoku needed no other explanation for what was about to occur. Without a hint of hesitation, the man cloaked the entirety of his being in a masterfully refined, controlled, and compressed cloaking of continuously flowing Reiatsu, as he prepared to fend against the overwhelming spiritual pressure that was bound to weigh upon him.
Albeit beyond shocked at the presumed all-out mentality of his Captain without notice, he took immediate notice that he hadn't drawn his zanpakto, but instead, began an assault with what appeared to be simply his hands alone. Hakuda, but why? The man's mind ravaged over the reasoning, yet his attention remained upon the movements of his captain, which had now drastically increased despite his current perception of time. He had quickened, undoubtedly aided by the presence of his mask to his already impressive speed. Yet his movements from Eizoku's perspective still remained visible, readable, and able to rightly be predicted. Underestimating his captain would be beyond foolish, and to take further precautions, Eizoku had utilized his shikai without moving an inch, to target and speed up his perception to an even further extent, once again slowing down the godlike speed Tenzen had indeed been exhibiting. Because of this, the afterimage of the man that appeared to his other two counterparts, had not appeared in Tenzen's wake from Eizoku's eyes, as he continued to watch the movements of his captain become easier and easier to follow.
Observing in his stillness, he finally understood exactly the intentions of the man donned in the haori. A straightforward attack, and from the looks upon his hands which seemed to be formed in a shape synonymous to a claw, and the streams of Reiryoku being sensed emitting from the tips of his finger cleaving through the air like blades. He had intended to maul them in one go, and from the speed at which he was quite literally moving, he intended to do so before they were even aware. A training exercise indeed, and from the looks of the highest seated members being present, most likely an effort to create a cohesive strategy involving teamwork. And, like the team members that they were, they would indeed play their parts til the finish. Eizoku remained unmoving, until Tenzen had finally reached the one foot marking distance from his area of influence. It was in that moment, Eizoku had begun to run his course of actions.
Lifting the blade within his right hand, he would forcefully strike the two men before him with the flattened tip of his blade with enough power to lunge them forward directly into each of Tenzen's respective claws in a motion so swift it appeared to occur at once. The yellow orb of his blade illuminating brighter after contact was made with each of them. From anyone's perspective in the room other than Eizoku's, his actions would be occurring so fast, it seemed as if he still remained in position, still unmoving. The results, Arashi and Jizakai being launched at an angle and speed of such precision, that the two would almost undoubtedly be cleaved from their abdomen and up by the claws of Teznen. In order to solidify this even moreso, Eizoku would reposition himself forward, closer by exactly one foot, at a speed that due to his active shiaki and enhanced perception, surpassed the current speed of his captain, at the exact moment the two would connect to be mauled nontheless. Why had this been done though? It had realistically been to halt any attempts of an nonlinear assault, and prevent any weaving throughout the three of them, while also snaring his captain into his realm of influence. All of this had been done in order to ensure that he himself, would not be the one eviscerated within the training hall, a rather selfish and inhumane strategy to say the least. Taking into account the speed Tenzen had in actuality been traveling, the distance he had been before his intended actions could follow through, accompanied by the intentional interruption by the sacrificing of his own teammates, and the timed closing in on the man that with speed that surpassed even his own- it would be nearly impossible for the man not to fall prey to the presented tactics.
Eizoku, however, had been far from finished, in fact, he had only just begun. In sync with the moment the man positioned himself forward in what can only be defined as an instant, he would begin his own assault. Taking a stance upright, and utilizing the blade in his right hand to further speed up his own physical speed even moreso, Eizoku would lift his right blade to perform a zanjutsu skill which in its own right held an already impressive speed, precision, and force behind it, that with the help of his shikai would only further the deadly capabilities of the skill. Hitotsume: Nadegiri. Cleaving the blade in his right hand downward, an arc of light from the reflection of the man's blade would shimmer and remain in place from the ceiling of the training hall to the floor, as if he had cut the air and space itself. His left hand following suit as he performed the same technique, causing the same phenomenon to occur horizontally from one end of the training hall to another. Both had been carried out at such an unfathomable speed, the arcs appeared simultaneously, yet, the only thing from an outside perspective that would have changed about Eizoku/s position, had been the fact that he was standing, still glaring forward at all three men before him. His attention not straying from his captain even for a moment.
Had Tenzen truly had fallen snare to the strategy, he would find himself subject to Eizoku's realm of influence, likely being bisected both vertically and horizontally at speeds both he and his body would be unable to process. Yet with his bolstered durability, stats, and aid from his hollowfication, such a thing surely wouldn't prove to be fatal to the man. Eizoku, had been well aware of this, and accounted for it in more ways than one, he in fact hadn't expected any of these actions to down his Captain, he was far from foolish enough to expect such a thing. However, he had indeed accounted for this, for instance, the inhumane sacrificing of his teammates prior, had been in all actuality been nothing but a strategy hidden within a strategy in its own right - an interruption, while also allowing him to provide an active support buff for the two, significantly targeting and speeding up their own natural rate of regeneration. This factor, would leave them finding themselves healing relatively quickly in a matter of moments from the barbaric brutal assault they had just faced, and any other assaults that may be placed upon them thereafter - while also still leaving the two unknowingly subject to Eizoku. Giving them the element of both surprise and opportunity. With his acts carried out, rather successful or not, the man would remove his realm of influence from all three men present before him, by retreating backwards further towards the entrance. A flurry of arcs similar to the ones still on display from his zanjutsu strikes prior, appearing to encircle him in a 360 degree roundabout expanding protective like cage, yet seeming to hold no lethal power or damaging influence to them, before fading from sight with the inaudible sped up word that escaped from his mouth "Kyokko..."
This, despite how drawn out the scenario had been from Eizoku's perspective, had occurred within the same time limit that Tenzen had intended to cleave through the men - all in an instant, the intrusions to his plan presented in a way that outpaced his own - a nearly guaranteed collision.

 

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Divided They Fall
The three men gathered here before the Captain are prime examples of what it means to be powerful Kido users, each having their own specialty in the art. However this group are naught but individuals, each with their own goals, ideals and dreams. In a battle where all their lives are on the line their flaws come out in full, their selfishness and ugliness. They do not view one another as allies, they view them as naught but shells of meat to take the brunt of the damage for the other. Each of them is so eager to run their separate ways instead of banding together as a single unit. Was Tenzen perhaps expecting too much from them? Was he expecting them to perform on a level, a stage, that they are not ready for? Not in the slightest, if anything what he expected was the bare minimum.
His hands clasp together and pull apart to reveal his mask, in that same moment he makes his move, however, the Captain is no fool, no one would think such a thing. However, Eizoku fails to realize that a Released Zanpakuto emits a Reiatsu signature, no matter how silent the release that Reiatsu is felt, save for his own which erases such things. Tenzen’s use of Shunpo is not so poor that he cannot just slam on the breaks or redirect himself, the moment he sensed this change he could have halted himself or went around but no he charged in head first. What was Eizoku planning? Whatever it was Tenzen wanted to find out, he wanted to pick his student’s brain to see what strategy he devised against him.
He moves forward, by this point Eizoku had pushed Arashi and Jizakai towards him, in truth their wounds would not have been as bad had he just left well enough alone. Initially Tenzen sought to remove their arms and slit their throats so they could not call upon Kido or their Zanpakutos, but with interference from Eizoku these two men would be shredded, their guts gouged deeply along with severing of their arms. Was this what Eizoku predicted or did he think the Captain would halt his attack? Had he thought the latter he indeed would be a fool, friend or foe, family or ally he would cleave through them all if someone used them as a shield against him, or as a distraction. What healing could his Zanpakuto provide if their arms are severed from their bodies? They are not Hollow’s, a bolstered regeneration would not allow them to grow new arms, at most their guts and neck would seal shut. Was his plan to shoot them in the foot so that he may yet live or maybe even provide a bit more time to develop a stratagem? Questions upon questions come to mind yet the Oda does not stop his charge.
By this point Tenzen is most surely caught in Eizoku’s Shikai and was about to fall victim to his Zanjutsu technique when suddenly, the sluggish Tenzen Oda, from the perspective of the Third Seat, tilted his head to the side curiously at a normal speed. It was as if he was no longer affected by the Shikai, how was this possible? A simple thing made clear to all by a Villain of Soul Society, no matter how dastardly he may be he spoke the truth. A battle between Shinigami is a battle of Reiatsu, such a hands off ability such as Eizoku’s Kuronosu is easily nullified by Tenzen’s Reiatsu, in his normal state. Such a thing is made even more blatantly true when Hollowfied as it increases his abilities that much more.
The Burden Selfishness
Eizoku’s arm raises up above his head for the Zanjutsu technique and in the next moment Tenzen is gone from his sight, so reliant, dependent and assured of his Zanpakuto’s abilities this would have caught him off guard, shattered his confidence even. If he follows through with his attack or not he would feel as if a blade is being aimed at his throat, partially correct and partially false as this “blade” is nothing more than Tenzen’s right index finger, hovering at his throat. Tenzen had invaded his world of slowed time and circled around behind him, the other two, none the wiser to what was going on would collapse to the ground armless with Arashi speaking the word “Kyokko” as he hit the ground, cloaked but armless. The hostility from Tenzen is lifted from the room as he moves away from Eizoku, dispelling his mask and sitting down on the ground, crossing his legs. That bastard Elk put up a barrier around the place, calling for medical aid will be more difficult now as Arashi and Jizakai will have to linger for a bit without their arms.
”I am sick of seeing that spell, Arashi. You have so much power and Kido at your disposal and yet you sought to hide from me as if I could not dispel such a trivial thing? Worse than that, Eizoku, you killed your entire team, including yourself. Had I been a Hollow I would be snacking on your corpses. Where you three excel in skill and power you LACK in teamwork.”
He falls silent for a moment then yells at them.
”I DID NOT EXPECT TO HAVE SUCH SELFISH COWARDS AS SEATED OFFICERS! WE ARE NOT SECOND DIVISION WE DO NOT SACRIFICE ONE ANOTHER TO ACHIEVE VICTORY!!!!”
The sight and sound of Tenzen Oda yelling is a rare one yet it is pure as he reprimands his officers for their actions.
”Instead of using your Zanpakuto to aid your team, pull them to safety you chose to sacrifice them, have them be maimed and utterly useless before the enemy. Arashi, you sought to hide away and attack from a distance as you did with Higen? I’ll take that as a compliment that you would employ the same strategy against me, however you lacked the common sense to play off of your teammates abilities, to set them up for something greater as I did when I relied on the strengths and weaknesses of you and Captain Yugure. Jizakai, you surely would have followed suit in displacing yourself, running away instead of coming together with your team.”

“Weakness. That is what my eyes see.”
Tenzen narrows his eyes as the distant words of the former Commander echo in his mind. He looks up with sorrowful eyes towards the ceiling and speaks his thoughts out loud.
”Ahhh, Murasaki-sama was right and his solution for this issue was the correct path to take…”
Tenzen speaks to himself out loud for the three to hear as he then rises to his feet, dusting off his Shihakushou. He remembers the words of the former Commander and how he solved such weakness. He opens the door and notices the barrier placed by Eizoku to keep others out, Tenzen places the tips of his fingers against it, channeling his Reiryoku through them before shattering it. He then looks at the larger barrier constructed by Elk, his Reiatsu permeated from it.
”You three, get yourselves situated and healed, you are entering the Dangai to confirm there are no more lingering threats within it. If there is something within the Dangai that is hostile I hope you three can work together and not be bound by selfishness, if not I’ll have some open spots in my Division. Once that is complete return to the Seireitei and run security during the Kenpachi Games, I don't want any sort of treasonous activity taking place while all the Captains are distracted. Spread this to all of Fifth Division to let them know and send word to Second Division we need cooperation to keep the Seireitei safe.”
Tenzen looked around at the barrier, thinking of a way to exit as he needed to make his way to the Rukongai. He sighs and draws his Zanpkuto and by the time it was unsheathed the blade was in its Shikai state. He takes a few steps forward and stops before looking back into the training hall.
”Stand together and rise to victory. Stand divided… and fall.”
With those words Tenzen leaps onto a roof then bounds towards one of the barrier walls, his golden mist enshrouding him as he himself becomes a projectile that strikes the wall and phases through it, leaving only a hole behind. After passing through it his Shikai was sealed with the Captain leaping from rooftop to rooftop as he closed in on the Rukongai for the Kenpachi Games.

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All Elk could do was watch, no he could just sense on what had transpired, and it was quick, the speed at which it, felt like seconds had passed, the barrier he erected felt like it took more time than the fight did. His eyes watched that entrance, nervous of what to expect, but his gaze shifted as he saw a figure leap out with an aura around it, where it moved to the barrier, breaking through it with ease, almost like it was never there to begin with. Once broken through he finally saw the figure it entirety, Captain Oda. His zanpakutō released and erasing all in his path even his own reiatsu signature; The main reason why he couldn’t sense the captain approaching the barrier, had he done so normally Elk would have opened the gates, but it wasn’t needed. A sigh came out from him, both as a relief and disappointment, as his question would have to be slated for a later time.
Both hands clapped once more, causing the deconstruction of the barrier, to which he walked towards the entrance, both out of curiosity, and a purpose. He did not hide his reiatsu signature, there wasn’t a need too, once he got closer, he could pick up on some lingering reiatsu signatures, to which he began to pick them apart from one another till it was only the captains Vizard signature. his arm lifted up and waved to pluck away at it anaylzing it closely for a few moments, until his attention turned away from the signature, to the Trio. The work the captain had done to Lieutenant Suta, and Jizakai, and Eizoku.
“Captain Oda truly is a brute… He is an Oda after all, Just what you would expect from the man who carries that name. Anyways lets ge-”
A vibration went off in his pocket, to which he would reach for it, and take a quick glance at his phone, a message from his wife one that caused him to smile. He hadn’t seen his wife in quite sometime, and normally he would reply to her but time was a factor here. As he placed his phone back to its pocket he would use shunpo to appear in front of Arashi and Jizakai. One hand extended outward towards the two, and another pointed away, where a white cloth could be seen flowing out from Elk’s sleeve as a translucent yellow prism formed around the two, and their respective arms. this would place them into stasis, preventing blood loss. While his free hand gripped onto the cloth, pouring his reiryoku it, and cause it to spin around himself, Lieutenant Suta, Eizoku and Jizakai, each second the spinning became faster and faster, while tightening the gaps between each rotation until they were obscured by cloth entirely, then a flash of light illuminated the training. In that instant Elk had transported himself, and the group away from fifth division entirely to the northeastern sector of the seireitei, specifically to 4th division.

To 4th division.