[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northwest Seireitei

[Shinigami]

Katsuo's eyes grew wide, it took a bit of trial and error before he learned the beams of light acted true to the real effect of light energy, speed included. It came as a surprise, but he got what he needed at least, searing pain included. The light blast hit his abdomen and knocked him over, blood pouring from the open wound.
Oyama was distracting Arashi temporarily, her more violent side coming out. Oya hadn't ceased to impress Katsuo, he only wished he could return the favor. Now was the chance. He took that blast on purpose this time, slowly the wounded warrior stood back up, ignoring his own pain he coughed then let out a cackling sort of laugh at Oyama's words. In a way she was kind of right, if this was really training from Arashi he'd be more socially active than violently active. It was almost as if he challenged them instead of training them. His small cackle would turn into a menacing smile as he looked up to Arashi.
"Called out by a little blue goblin… poor Arashi.."
Of course as Oya had his attention, the blonde haired Oda rolled up his pants and shirt sleeves revealing the weights he had on his limbs, sticking the blades of his zan in the ground, where one froze the grass, to the point it chipped like glass and the other scorched the earth around it, starting a blaze. He removed all of the weights, their weight coming to full appearance when he dropped them all, 20 lbs each just dropping onto the frozen and burnt floor. It would be apparent Oyama and Katsuo were no longer simply messing around. If Arashi wanted a speedy light show he was going to get it.
Katsuo's counter attack was coming. His music cranked up, the speed and rhythm of what was coming out of the speakers moved to a faster tempo, as well as his speed clones that appeared and disappeared in the rhythm of the song. It was as if his speed from before was doubled, on occasion seemed tripled. It would be much harder for Arashi's light to hit him now, as his clones inched closer and the music would get louder for Arashi, it was time for a burning taste of the man's own medicine, if he wasn't correct on which clone Katsuo truly was, it'd be too late.
"Kitsunehō!"
They all copied Katsuo's movements, forming a ring around Arashi's form, crossing the two blades in front of themselves before Katsuo fired the true beam at Arashi on his left, this beam of Reiatsu would be similar to Arashi's own beams of light, only it would burn flesh and clothing, not pierce like his had done. The close range heat would be enough to make a 3rd seat like Arashi pass out if it hit dead on, it could incapacitate a limb or side of a body if it wasn't a direct hit.
"if we can't outrun the speed of light, we'll just face it head on!"
Eikōgitsune said in Katsuo's mind, she was about as pushy and crazy as he was. Light vs light is what became of Arashi Vs Oda. Who's would be the brightest when it was all said and done?

 

[Shinigami]

Three months, was that really how long it had been since that thing tore apart a good bit of their home? Hibiki was more frustrated than most at the idea of not being there. It was quite literally in his job description as a member of the 11th division to be their frontlines on homefront and he couldn’t even make it. That was all he could think about as other members of the eleventh did their daily routines of practicing their swordplay he stood out amidst them. His fist clenched tight with his zanpakuto snug in his lap. He needed to work off this pent up frustration and it was well earned, no less due to the simple fact that he actually missed an opportunity to do his duty as a shinigami of the eleventh division sent him over the edge the more he thought about it. In passing had one been capable of taking a look at the on goings of his mind they could find him sitting ringside with his zanpakuto spirit Eikō. They were conversing with one another, Eiko’s face conveying the very same level of disappointment that Hibiki felt for himself.
“What did you expect? Muscle head jinnosuke handle it just fine.” Eiko laughed a little at the thought of it, considering that Jinno helped keep Hibiki when it came to staying in shape. Three months was more than enough time for a good workout, but at the end of the day being jacked was only going to carry someone so far in a fight. They soon took to center stage, Eiko poised with a pair of striking pads along with Hibiki right in front of him with an offset boxing stance. Soon blows began to reign in the difference in pressure becoming apparent with each strike. A cadence began to form and as these things transpired their movements within his innerworld were like two people having a dance. As for what happened on the physical plain Hibiki could be seen legs crossed, fist clenched, and his eyes shut with well paced breathing.
In the end it was all he could do to better himself as a member of the 11th striking a dummy wasn’t going to get him very far, yet he couldn’t very well just go around beating on his lesser peers either. Had someone come to join him or even disturb this peace of mind he was beginning to well. He would be more than happy to converse but as it stood he needed to be alone with his thoughts as well as his zanpakuto.

 

[Shinigami]

Piecered and then beaten into the earth, that seemed to be the fate that Katsuo so easily accepted. Witnessing this, but only by a small glance, his attention has been divided. Oyama who is the cause of such division found her self with another barrage of attacks steaming from Ashi. To no avail did his attacks land. Show casing her speed, she is able to dodge the numerous assault of Hoshizora and not only that, she covered the distance between himself and her. A foot away, his reikaku allowed him to deduce this fact. The trajectory of her strike, the fluidity in her movements, Oyama's other side aimed to leave him with a definite strike to his torso. However, her crimson gaze no longer saw his. His eyes completely closed, shut off from the light and the world at this point. Relaxed and somewhat content with what he witnessed here today. Their measure tested, his evaluation of his comrades noted. There are things to be touched upon and worked on. Her strike inches away from leaving its mark even in the midst of her speaking.
“Nodonokawaki o iy-"
Simply the air would be the victim here. The blade cutting through nothing, resulting in only a whistle being heard due to the clean and sharpened trajectory of her strike. It seemed this other side held quite the skill in swordsmanship. The utilization of Shunpo is evident and in the wake of his movement as well as her strike following through, Ashi left her with a present. A small orb of light and in the likely hood of her choosing to finish her release, she would be the victim to a blinding flash of light that erupts in the immediate departure of Ashi. His new position now puts him behind Katsuo just as he is beginning to stand up again. A few feet away, but just as quickly as he appeared a mass of light beams surrounds Katsuo, only a foot away from him. Suspended, held in place by the complete control that Ashi wields. A simple movement, similar to a twitch on Katsuo's part would cause these beams to once again pulverize his being further into the dirt.
Upon his face a smile, one that obviously never left. His eyes nearly shut, he no longer depicted a cold and menacing demeanor and certainly enough his spiritual pressure relaxed. An action that should give them the impression that he was in fact done for now.
"Relax, you two."
He spoke loudly and coherently. To reach the ears in the likely hood of Oyama being in the recovery of trying to regain her eye-sight or Katsuo holding his position in the hopes of not being pummeled by even more light attacks.
"You two have shown growth, but not enough. Katsuo, your drive for greater strength and will to protect or even help others is commendable and you have exceptional skill. However, you need to trust in the abilities of your comrade, so that you do not put yourself in situations that will make you a burden to the team. As for you Oyama, this, split personality. The inability to work together will be your undoing. You have loads of potential, but without cooperation. That potential is nothing but that. Wasted talent. I had hoped you two would challenge me with your Shikai. Do not be hesitant in allowing the help of your Zanpakuto. Do not neglect your kido training, but explore your other skills to, Oyama. Katsuo, if you wish to be the distraction, then be that. Saving and distracting are two very different things."
The light from his shikai and the beams that surrounded Katsuo, subsides. His Zanpakuto reforming it self as quickly as it was broken apart. He started looking around for his cup of tea, but only found bits and pieces of it broken upon the grass.
"Damn it... My favorite cup."

 

[Shinigami]

As Izanagi remained on the sidelines spectating the training session between three shinigami, but it was more of a handicap match-two on one. One of them happens to notice his presence during their sparring; oddly enough, they waved towards him like they knew him? Maybe they assumed he was a division member, sadly Izanagi felt unnecessary to return the favor of the same greeting. Not so much as a sign of disrespect or because they did not know him. He did not find any reason to share a wave towards the individual with teal color hair. However, a sudden change in their demeanor soon after was a fascinating sight he saw. He could not put the finger on it, but surely that one had changed into a different person. Izanagi has now taken a liking to that girl to see how they tick, see how well they handle having another being living inside of them. At least, for now, he would assume it was a split personality similar to his own, but even his was a bit......different.
As he watches the spar unfold, there a small hint of eagerness that wanted to jump in and have a little fun. However, shikai was involved, and well, Izanagi is not too keen on shikai because he has yet to unlock the ability to use shikai. In his mind, facing an opponent with shikai is just a more natural way to die. Unfortunately, facing them would risk unleashing his inner demon, a demon that does not mind fighting stronger opponents. This inner demon already had the mindset to kill the light wielding shinigami. He could imagine Akuma licking his lips slowly, being enticed to take control to kill them all down there. Izanagi and Akuma is like a grenade, Izanagi being the pin that prevents the grenade from detonating into an explosive destruction. Bad enough, he tries to avoid this trigger from going off by avoiding sleep at all times.
"Let me kill him! Let me kill them all!"
The voice in the depths of Izanagi's mind continues to repeat itself over. Itching and clawing for the chance to bring death to his prey(s) and anything he sees insight. Izanagi would bring up a palm to his face to cover one side. While metaphorically, a dark shadow would shroud the other, as this shadow was not just any normal clouded shadow. It had a blank form with bright white eyes and mouth, smiling sickeningly. Izanagi had a small migraine that begin to bother him. Once the spar seems to have finished up, the darkness of Izanagi slowly subsided back into his control. Right now, it was not safe to be out, could not risk showing anyone this side just yet. Izanagi was interested in what the others plan to do next and wanting to continue to watch, but he did plan to exit.

 

[Shinigami]

Three months time, what a time it had been for the seireitei. With strict lockdowns on barracks being kept, Rin hadn’t had much freetime to spend outside the barracks. Luckily that was something that never bothered her. The amount of time she spent in the last 3 months, majority of it was spent with her zanpakutou, finally able to make a breakthrough towards her bankai, but still not completely there. Her training days with Jinnosuke had been slacking a bit simply due to the events that went down in the Rukongai. Rin had done as she was told and helped as many people as she was capable, but she was a bit upset at the fact she wasn’t given better instruction for the combat division. But out of rank and respect, she followed orders then had returned to the barracks once her job was done.
Now, in the present time, Rin had been traveling through the barracks, minding her business, but truthfully having a self talk to herself over steps she needed to take to achieve her full bankai. Her mindless stroll led her towards the fighting ring within the barracks. Looking up, Rin could see sitting ringside was another division member, Rin was bad at names other than Nibui and Jinnosuke. As she took a closer look, the Shinigami was male, just sitting in a meditative state. Questioning whether or not to disturb the man, she also noticed his zanpakutou was rested in his lap, meaning he was probably in some sort of either conversation or mental training. She decided to tip toe around the man and climb herself into the ring, bouncing around slightly as she gave herself a feel for the padding. ”I mean, Jinnosuke has been busy… I wonder if this guy can stand a chance in a fight…” Rin walked up to the meditating man as she took her fisted hand and just gave a gentle bop to the top of his head, hoping to draw his attention suddenly, being behind him in the ring was gonna be even more of a shock when he opened his eyes. ”Hey, you need a break from that mental warfare for some actual physical exercise?” Rin’s face could be seen having a particular intensity in her eyes, but with a very crooked smile at the thought of tricking someone else to try and fight her for once.