[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Rukongai

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It is very easy for one to generalize what a battle between two Shinigami comes down to. Every factor determines the outcome of the situation, no matter how much one would tout that one aspect of a Soul Reaper's foundation gives them an edge over their opponent, they should never be complacent. Arrogance typically stems from a complete belief in one's self. Yes, it is natural to understand what one is good at - necessary, even - but throughout her lifetime, she had learned that training under the assumption that someone is always going to be stronger had guided her to her current position. No matter how minimal of a threat her opponent seemed to be, she would give her all unless holding back was deemed to be necessary. In this instance, Atsuko had decided that she would not hold back in certain aspects of this fight. Speed was one of these areas. Becoming too reliant on it would spell her downfall, but she would utilize it as much as possible with the same method of execution until her opponent adapted. Sanyu's decisions thus far had made use of his skills, however, the actual execution needed work. Charging at the enemy head-on was never the right decision to make. Even in a battle where one's foe is distracted, to confront them from the front was a foolish decision. Making use of the opponent's blindspot of shortcomings was the key to victory in most fights - no matter how much the enemy compensates for these vulnerabilities.
In theory, Sanyu would have caught Atsuko off guard with the method he was employing. Naturally, she would have expected the Komamura to come from anywhere but the front. As soon as this possibility crossed her mind, it was discarded. The flare of the Fourth Seat's Reiatsu was a good measure to take. The potential for her to use her own must have crossed his mind. This was partially correct, but she would not employ it in the way he may have imagined. Instead, her sense allowed her to follow him without making use of her keen eyesight. At this point, she had decided that it wouldn't be necessary to remove her glasses, either. In the same moment that the man's Reiatsu envelops his figure, her own shrouds her. It does not seek to suppress his, but instead, she makes use of her expertise in the emission of her spiritual pressure to match the output of Sanyu's exactly. This occurs simultaneously with his actions, just before he clouds her eyesight with the impending attacks. Whispering to herself, Atsuko admonishes her comrade.
"Not bad, Sanyu. However, attacking from the front is something that I wouldn't recommend with your build and varying strengths."
Unlike his Lieutenant, Sanyu is not actively sensing her spiritual energy, choosing to instead rely on her scent and sound. While this strategy may have worked on some, it was an incomplete plan. Had he utilized his ability to sense spiritual energy, he would have been able to notice what the Ise Matriarch was doing when he began his assault. As the cloud of debris and shockwave seek to make contact with the Lieutenant, they are halted midway. Two things have caused this disruption. The first was her own Reiatsu, which clashed with the Komamura's at the midway point. The method employed alongside this was the brunt of her counterattack, however. Just as her Reiatsu clashed with his own, he would notice that his own initial shockwave was overwhelmed by a stronger one.
"Daichi Tenyō"
Making use of her surroundings, Atsuko not only redirects the attack of her Fourth Seat, but she does so in a way that makes the strength of the attack double. Immediately, the Komamura would notice that his sense of smell is interrupted by the cloud of debris that he had initially been relying on. Alongside this, his sense of balance would be disrupted by such a vigorous shockwave. Within an instant, he would find himself falling on his back. Atsuko would not stop there, though. Pressing the attack, she springs into action at the moment that Sanyu's onset had been turned on him. Her voice suddenly bellows from 15 feet above him, with a blue light emanating from her right hand.
"Yo, Sanyu! You'd better look up if you don't wanna get hurt— that is if you can even do that right now!
Perhaps she was giving him a tip so that he would not be beaten so early on within their current spar. This would be in line with her thought process, undoubtedly so. But, to believe her to be kind during a training session after their Captain died and a culprit was running free in the Rukongai would be foolish indeed. Given his naive yet caring nature, Sanyu would not have been able to deduce that this was a taunt. Unfortunately, the moment he would look to the sky while still dealing with the remaining effects of the dust mid-fall, he would feel himself stopping. What exactly would cause him to stop freefalling, however? Well, that would be the Ise herself, of course—aided by the debris and her silent movements. Her energy could be sensed in two places at once, but this would not be surprising to anyone that knew of her methods. Interestingly enough, her right hand still glowed, but not in the center of her palm—however, the image of her above him had not changed. Her index and middle finger came together while her thumb tucked itself into her palm. The hand that would support the young Shinigami was her left, and that too was not done out of kindness. The reason for her intent to support his figure was quite devastating. As it would seek to keep him standing, her other hand sought to connect with Sanyu's throat. The moment that the two made contact, he would feel an intense pain traveling throughout his throat, which would result in him being unable to speak as blood pooled within his throat, leaking out due to how violent this action was working in tandem with the copious amounts of blood flooding his throat. Right as this would happen, he would know exactly what the cause was thanks to her declaration.
"Hado #1: Sho."
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What do you do when you're stuck between a rock and a hard place? You dig your way out of it, and that is just what the Komumura choses to do. Sanyu doesn't look up, knowing Atsuko would want him to, instead he looks straight down, a swift, and powerful reiatsu infused Kick into the ground not only kick up more dust, but to break his imbalance from the ground, going straight into it… if Ise didn't move she'd be pulverized by the sudden movement of the Komumura deliberately going below. He'd catch a glimpse of the real Ise as he went under, making him dig himself back out and chase after her on both his powerful hindlegs and hands with a beastly snarl. It was a playful one, seeing as he was rather having fun chasing Atsuko around.
As Atsuko would stop to try and use Sho on him, she'd find him not at eye level with her, as he'd run up to her, and with a Reiatsu infused tail, whip it into her to send her flying some feet back. He'd then leap away from her about two feet and slide along the ground before waiting for her to try again.
"come on Lieutenant, kido isn't as fun as Hakuda…"
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With the aid of Shunpo Tenzen arrives at the North Gate of the Rukongai relatively quickly, the Northern Rukongai home to his Clan, oddly fitting the Games would begin here. He looks around noticing how active the area is, all the people talking, celebrating and excited for the start of the games. The moment the Oda clan lord is noticed this excitement falls silent, they do not do this because he is a captain or out of shock it is done because of who he is, of the clan he leads. Most clans of the Soul Society actively avoid being within the same district as the Oda with most scattering to the east and west. The south is controlled by the Mukuro and places nobles in quite a strange stranglehold between two clans who favor violence. This political situation is known to the majority of the Rukongai citizens, if not all. With the Oda clan lord before them they are not sure what to do or say, if they should continue having fun or abandon this festival and go about their separate ways. Tenzen gives them a gentle smile and speaks to them.
”Please, don’t mind me. Enjoy yourselves.”
The Bubblegum Annoyance
After speaking he begins making his way towards a tent with the Ninth Division symbol on it, being the first one there he doesn’t wait to enter it and proceeds inside without hesitation. The moment he enters it the crowd starts to cheer and party once again. Sadly, for Tenzen, he was placed in an immediate and unfortunate situation in front of Yasu Yugure and cameras. He stares silently at the cameras then towards Captain Yugure herself, narrowing his gaze as he senses something very annoying is about to happen.
“While our esteemed Commander has made it mandatory for you to participate, do you find it exciting still to fight against those confident enough to try for the title?”
He stands in silence after the question is asked, his facial expression telling the young woman all she needed to know, that he was very annoyed with being asked such a ridiculous question.
”Am I excited to be fighting those with confidence to grasp the title of Kenpachi… I suppose I am. If I wasn’t excited I feel like it would be an insult against them, as far as the Captains are concerned I hold their strengths in high regard.”
Tenzen turns to leave the tent when he is quickly assaulted with another question.
“If you find anyone worthy, will you extend an offer into your division?”
”No, there are things that I need to work on with those currently in the Division. I do not have time to hand hold someone unfamiliar with the way I run things.”

He stands there, staring at her waiting for the next question to be sprouted but after a long awkward silence he decides to turn and leave. A foolish choice on his part as Yasu attacks again with another question as he makes another attempt to leave. He looks back at her glaring only to see a chastising smile on her face after she asks her question.
“Outside of yourself, who do you think has the ability to become Kenpachi?”
He exhales with annoyance and closes his eyes, actually pondering the thought. Among those competing he has the most experience against Kyomu he has fought this man and has had his body scared by his blade. Then there is the new Captain Omoni Hageshi, she seems like a brute, former ties to Eleventh and then served as the Lieutenant for Fourth for quite some time, she is most definitely formidable. Then there is Yu Nakamoto, the proclaimed Kido Prince. He is someone who could hold the title given the strength of his Kido, his appearance is something that will throw most others off balance, assuming him to be meek and underwhelming. Tenzen starts to rub his chin as this is a hard one to call, many factors go into this and leading up to this day he has done his homework on the Captains, to the best of his ability anyway. He is unaware of anyone else who is partaking in the Games as of yet.
”That is hard to say, there are a few options that can be considered, each one strong enough in their own right to become Kenpachi. However, above the three I have in mind, the one who I believe has the ability to become Kenpachi is… Yu Nakamoto. No, I will not explain why.”
It’s simple enough to understand the choice, the young Captain is a Kido Prodigy, his speed is even enough to compete with The Phantom’s, he still has centuries of life left ahead of him and his skill set reaches into territories dominated by those renowned for their craft. Given time he would surely surpass The Phantom and The Mad Buddha, assuming the two slack in their training or die. Yasu follows up with the next question without delay, thankfully.
“Do you have high hopes that your competition will put up a good fight?”
”Of course I do, only those who think they are the strongest will be here, that means they must have something in their arsenal to give them that confidence. I just hope there is someone that can make me go all out as I did against the Commander during our training sessions.”

A smile of genuine happiness as he reflects on the memory of fighting the Commander, doing everything in his power to survive and attack with his fellow Vizards. It was exhilarating, the best one hundred years of his life if he were being honest. He was born and raised for such a thing so fighting like that, at one hundred percent was all that he could ever wish for. That makes him think about what he did in Fifth Division, did he go too far? Training with the Commander cut out his old habits of holding back during training, it's as if the same old habits that got the Oda banned from the Seireitei were arising once again within him or rather they were finally unlocked. Yasu asks him one final question before he steps out of the tent.
All Hail Bloodshed
“Do you have any words to share before you step into the field?”
He thinks for a moment and grins, not a normal one that exhibits joy or happiness, no this grin is full of malice and violence. He then speaks.
”I care nothing for the title of Kenpachi, however, I will dole out violence to all my opponents regardless of who they are. Those who step foot into these games, men, women, or children, I will kill them all. I will kill to kill again, killing all.”
With those words spoken he exits out of the tent and onto the field where he awaits for the other combatants to arrive. His final words were deranged, however, it is on par and in character for someone in his clan. The further out districts roar with excitement hearing the bloodlust in his voice while others are more hesitant to generate any sort of opinion. It is scary to think that a man such as this is a Captain of the Gotei Thirteen, a man who stated he will kill men, women, and children. But not all expressed this sentiment as the Oda clan, who are watching this event live, let out yells and cheers of excitement along with Tenzen’s daughter cheering and screaming for he fathers victory.
The Seeds of Trouble Sprout
Once out on the field he sits down to meditate, reaching a hand to the back of his neck where his Reiryoku fluctuates for a moment then dims down. Before he can lose himself in a trance his Denreishinki X rings, he takes it out of a pocket inside of his white Haori and looks at it, a message from Kiku.
Quote:" Captain Oda, I am reporting in to inform you that Lieutenant Toshiyuki might be in some conflict with an unknown individual. Katsuo's reiatsu had reportedly been flaring and then diminishing. Ignore the request to investigate Naruki; I feel something odd is at work here. Can I formally request Twelfth Division be on stand-by for possible Denreishinki tampering and a trace on Lieutenant Hyouzoku's Denreishinki X? He appears to be taking irregular movement patterns for his patrols in the Living World?"
Tenzen raises an eyebrow at the report, something strange is indeed going on out there, however he can not have his mind clouded by this event. He replies.
”Yes, put in your request, however, keep your distance from Lieutenant Hyouzoku for the time being, observe from a distance. Try to get a confirmation on Lieutenant’s conflict, knowing that Lieutenant probably scared that individual off with his Reiatsu by flaring it. I’ll be going radio silent from here, relay any other reports to Lieutenant Suta, stay hidden and best of luck.”
He sends the message, and waits for it to be confirmed as sent before setting the phone down in front of him and destroying it with Hadō #4. Byakurai from the tip of his finger. He wants no more interruptions from anyone for the remainder of the day. He finally falls into his mediation, seemingly making himself vulnerable in the process. Today was going to be a very fun day for the Oda Clan lord.
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The Rukongai is abuzz with the clamor of those gathered for the games. Despite the number of those who have swarmed at the news of this competition there are different thoughts and feelings regarding it. There are those who are weak yet admire the strong, eager to see displays of power they could only ever dream of obtaining and achieving. Then there were those who had come to watch the downfall of others, their prejudice towards the Shinigami of the Gotei 13 hardly hidden. They were eager to see the death of those they perceived as their oppressors. One of the first star participantes arrives, and with his presence comes even more mixed feelings. The observant Captain Oda is no fool, recognizing the shift in the atmosphere, and does his best to appease the spirits of those thrown off by his arrival.
The Oda heads to the Ninth Division camp where he is met by the bubblegum headed Captain herself. Never one for needlessly talking, the Kido Chief finds himself annoyed as he is immediately accosted by question after question. The man is held captive by Captain Yugure, who does not allow her fellow Vizard to leave until every one of her questions has been satisfied. Finally the Captain is freed from his imprisonment of questions, his final words still resounding strongly with those who had heard it. Truly, this is what the tournament was all about, the true spirit needed for a contest of strength heralding the birth of a new Kenpachi.
The people continue to talk amongst themselves, Captain Oda successfully helping to further set the tone for the festivities to come. It isn’t until after the Captain has sat down to meditate, and destroyed his Denreishinki X that the opening to the Ninth Division’s tent is lifted and pulled aside. Standing before Captain Yugure, is her former superior and mentor, Captain Mukuro. It is only as the flap to the massive tent begins to lower that those outside catch the fleeting glimpse of the Second Division symbol emblazoned on the back of the white Haori worn. It is only a few who noticed it at first, quickly spreading the news that yet another Captain had arrived. Unlike the Oda’s arrival, Kyomu’s was more quiet and subtle. While everyone’s focus was on the presence of the Oda Lord, they do not perceive the Mukuro who’s shunpo ushers him in like a subtle breeze.
Hanging onto every question being asked and every answer given they remain oblivious as Kyomu maneuvers through them. His steps are soft and unhurried, those around him unconsciously making way ensuring that no part of him ever made contact with anyone present. He was like a literal ghost, a phantom haunting the grounds, imperceivable by those present. The work of Kyokko perhaps, it was after all, a spell the Captain was well versed in. No, the Captain was not invisible, at least not technically. Exploiting the nature of his ensemble, coursing his reiatsu through the fibers diverting the perception of those around him, perceiving the roaming Captain as merely another piece of the scenery before and around them. It is a camouflage that is maintained only until he has reached his destination.
He stares at his former Lieutenant, eyes catching sight of her restored hand. The two now stand face to face. Kyomu can no longer simply ignore her, pretend that she was not present nor was he in a position where he could remain completely voiceless either. Though there are others around them they tread carefully. By now news of the Oki clan slaughter by his hand has at least somewhat circulated through the Ninth Division. If the Captain was capable and willing to do such a thing to members of an esteemed clan...just what would he do to them? Those watching the broadcast who have heard rumors of not only the Captain but the Mukuro Clan themselves once more question their own safety. Already concerned by the presence of a warmongering Oda being present, now they were in the company of a heartless killer. As a Captain Yasu regains control of the situation, beginning the interview.
“While our esteemed Commander has made it mandatory for you to participate, do you find it exciting still to fight against those confident enough to try for the title?”
Kyomu simply stares at the young Captain, the product of everything he had done to ensure her growth, the incarnation of everything the Captain was believed to be lacking. Cold and distant, Yasu often made up for whatever he was lacking, his opposite in nearly every way yet the two had always complemented one another. Normally he is rather annoyed at the prospect of having to indulge in these interviews but today...at least for today he would be somewhat cooperative . For Yasu’s sake.
”No, not at all. I find this whole matter to be a complete waste of my time.”
While his response may come off curt, Kyomu is being as genuine as possible. Unlike Tenzen or even Omoni he finds no thrill in these games. A surprising response from the Oki slaughterer. Often perceived as a heartless killer it is only natural that everyone would simply assume the Captain was eager to hop at the chance of being able to openly kill with impunity. It is perhaps Yasu who remains the only one not surprised by his answer, understanding Kyomu better than almost anyone. She continues on with her interview.
“If you find anyone worthy, will you extend an offer into your division?”
He tries not to scoff at the question, his eyes breaking away from Yasu for a moment to cast his gaze on those standing and watching around them. When his eyes meet the camera to those observing the broadcast it is as if the Captain is staring directly at them, as though he has singled them out personally for some unknown reason. It is a feeling that does not last, his eyes shifting back to refocus on Yasu.
”If they’re here vying for the title of Kenpachi, then I doubt they’re someone worth bothering to bring in. They’d do better seeking shelter at the barracks of the Eleventh Division.”
Harsh words, especially as his subordinate Shinotori Hitsugaya has chosen to willingly participate in these games. If Kyomu had just voiced his genuine thoughts regarding such a matter...then what did that say about his current impressions on the young Hitsugaya boy?
“Outside of yourself, who do you think has the ability to become Kenpachi?”
Yasu keeps the ball rolling. She knows Kyomu considers his time presence, and is more than aware that he is not here of his own volition. The question posed catches the interest of those listening in. Just who would Captain Mukuro recommend? Who did he believe was strong enough, worthy enough to stand at that peak, to carry the weight of that title? The crowd grows silent, waiting patiently to hear the name or names given by the famous killer.
”....I don’t know. I don’t care about something so trivial, but..if it would be anyone I suppose it’d fall to either Captain Oda or Captain Hageshi. They seem the type...and strong enough to handle themselves.”
The silence is broken as they begin to murmur and talk amongst themselves, a group stealing quick glances towards the meditating Captain Oda. Kyomu’s patience is certainly put to the test with all these questions, and the fact he remains is a testament not only to his maturity, but to the significance of Yasu’s unspoken importance to him. Though his actions up to now of maintaining a distance between the two may be perceived as him no longer caring for the girl, it is evident that is not the case.
“Do you have high hopes that your competition will put up-”
”My only hope is that this pointless competition will end quickly. I do not care who participates, nor do I care how they perform. As you said earlier, I am here under orders and nothing more.”
This time Kyomu doesn’t even bother allowing his former protege to even complete the question asked. Already aggravated at the prospect of being forced to participate, sitting here answering these questions is becoming far more draining than any actual form of combat. It is only for Yasu’s sake that he is indulging in questions that he would otherwise probably ignore or dismiss. The young Captain understands and takes the hint, offering her former mentor one final question.
“Do you have any words to share before you step into the field?”
Kyomu closes his eyes, resting his hand upon the handle of his Zanpakuto. He opens his eyes once more, locking them upon Yasu’s. He holds her gaze, then he stares towards the cameras for a bit, his eyes returning to Yasu one final time.
”....no.”
With that, he turns and proceeds out of the tent. No longer camouflaged, the eyes of those outside fall on the Phantom as he makes his way over, occupying a space not that far off from Captain Oda. He does not greet the man, nor does he approach him. He understands that with such a competition the Oda is in his element just as he understands the Buddha's ritualistic meditation. Kyomu closes his eyes as he impatiently waits for things to begin...so that they could quickly end, allowing him to leave.
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Filthy scarred feet fell upon the ground one after the other and with each step and the uprising of the crowd gazing out at her grew. Murmurs and gasps clamored together into a disturbed chorus the closer that she came to them. Most of the hoard were utterly confused as they had not seen the woman before them earlier than that very moment. Yet, she trudged along wearing a sacred garment that was the white haori which marked her a captain and without a viable reputation she was considered to be the best of the best. There were many explanations as to why the general population did not recognize her. Up until then, Omoni rarely spent her time in the Seireitei as it was common for her to have been sequestered away for exceptionally difficult missions which dictated that she be perpetually absent sometimes for months or years at a time. That, and the fact that she wasn’t the friendliest person to have ever existed and regularly avoided the public eye because interactions with them usually ended with her becoming severely annoyed or in trouble. All in all it was just something she tried to elude however, it would appear that in this case she didn’t have much of a choice. Shouts and jeers began to rise up while she passed by but she paid no attention to the rousing and instead, headed into one of the nearby tents. Before she entered, Omoni turned to face Lieutenant Nibui Ueku and her fourth seated officer Hiroka Ikari whom had both followed her to not only join her in presence at the games but also as participants. This was where they would part their ways and it was where all of them would return stronger than they had been before or perhaps colder and without a pulse. The prospect of death being the reward for challenging themselves to take part in such a violent competition certainly would have been sobering. If the giantess was completely honest with herself, she had hopes that neither would lose their lives that day but had prepared herself should that occasion come about.
“ Best a’ luck you two. Seeya on the other side.”
The captain had not planned on waiting to listen to their responses and disappeared into the canopy without another word. A far cry from the environment on the outside, the atmosphere in the shelter was rather calm and as she strolled by and found her way to a single seat, she took notice that a camera had been stationed just in front of her so subsequently, this indicated to her that she’d be filmed going forward. It unsettled Omoni. Face to face was how she appreciated conversations and a lense almost always felt like it was peering deeply into her soul. It was why she was not a fan of interviews in the slightest, finding them intrusive and a waste of her time. Naturally, Hageshi would outright refuse them but under the current circumstances that was out of the question. All of this would have been entirely unbearable if it hadn’t been for the fact that the one posing the questions to be asked of her hadn’t been dressed in a cloak akin to her own with bright pink hair she immediately recognized. It was none other than the captain of the ninth division herself and a good friend to Omoni, Captain Yasu Yugure. If an exception had to have been made then she would gladly do so as she was quite happy to see the bubbly young woman again albeit invisibly so. Without hesitation, Yugure’s inquiries began.
“While our esteemed Commander has made it mandatory for you to participate, do you find it exciting still to fight against those confident enough to try for the title?”
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“ Huh?! Mandatory? Didn’t know it was mandatory...I just came to kick in some skulls n’ bash some bones!”
Hageshi instantly retorted with genuine surprise. It was no secret that many things, especially details, evaded Omoni’s menial perception. Oftentimes, the woman had a single goal in mind and set out to achieve it. Anything else involved simply didn’t matter unless it got in the way of her objective and it'd be dealt with accordingly. The idea that she had to be there hadn’t crossed her mind. Nor had the highly anticipated title that would be bestowed upon the overall winner. Much like when she inadvertently tested for her captaincy , Omoni hadn’t considered for a moment that she might walk away with the coveted name ‘Kenpachi.’
“ YEAH! I’m real riled up n’ can’t wait ta’ see who’s gonna step up and clash fists with me! Someone told me there’s gonna be a ton a’ big contenders so anyone who’s got the guts to show their mugs here’s got my respect!”
Previously, Omoni’s expressions looked as if she couldn’t give a rat’s ass about being there that day. All in all it looked like she was perfectly pissed she had to be there and much like the esteemed Captain Mukuro before her, appeared completely uninterested. At the mere notion of combat it’d have been like a switch had been flicked and almost manically the monster’s entire disposition instantly mutated. There was fire burning in her eyes as she spoke! Never one in complete control of her own spiritual power, those who possessed any proper sort of sensory ability would have been able to feel it burst to life and only continue to swell from there. All around the tent things began to shake and this caused the ground to crack and give way to the weight of her haphazardly exerted power.
After checking to make sure her equipment hadn’t been damaged by Omoni’s outburst, Yasu continued on with her questioning.
“If you find anyone worthy, will you extend an offer into your division?”
Suddenly forced to think once more, Omoni settled back into her chair and with her calmed her reiatsu. All of what had been asked of her hadn’t been anything she’d pondered before. Everything she responded to was coming out of her for the first time then and there making the exchange between the two that much more bona fide. All thoughts that absolutely everything she was doing and saying was being broadcast live to the whole of the soul society had gone out the window at that point. Then, without warning, the captain stood up from her chair and ventured over to a table where a stack of cards were resting. She took them into her hands and started to shuffle through them on the way back to where she had been sitting. All the while, those in charge of capturing her on camera quickly scrambled to follow her unpredictable movements.
“Hm...Look’s like all the non-captains are from my division already! So I’d have to say they got my offer!”
Whether or not she was trying to be funny would have been impossible to tell and as Captain Yugure continued on with her investigation, Omoni had opted to ignore the proceedings having decided to continue flipping through the identifications of the competitors. Up until now, she hadn’t attempted to get a look at who she was going up against and each face she spied gave her a thrill an inch at a time.
“Outside of yourself, who do you think has the ability to become Kenpachi?”
Now this garnered that woman’s attention once more. Her perusing halted momentarily so that she could devote some deep thought to her assessment. All that she had been thinking about from the day the games had been announced to that second had been how much fun it was going to be to really let loose. The perspective that anyone could be a victor was lost on her.
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“ Hell. I dunno. Guess if I had to pick I’d say…”
Suddenly, her eyes flashed a brilliant hue of blue. They were locked onto one of the cards and had let the others fall away and flutter to the floor. Slowly she stood to her feet as she took in the sight that she had become enamored with. Filled with hyperactivity, Omoni turned the card to face Yasu and frantically pointed at the image of the man upon it. On her usually disgruntled face was an enormous grin and it was as if her voice had gained a new octave when she spoke.
“ Do ya SEE this?! Do ya’ know WHO this IS?! OH MAN!! I CAN’T BELIEVE HE’S HERE!”
Yugure’s stunned appearance would have been understandable. Never for as long as the two had known one another had she expressed that level of unadulterated joy toward anything besides the aspect of battle and even then it hadn’t been as palpable as this. Wasn’t that just an old drunk who had thrown his hat into the race? Wasn’t that just some unnamed fodder feed for the captains and the audience to root against? Was Omoni Hageshi saying that she KNEW the man with no name? Even though she must have been thrown for a loop, duty called and so she pressed on.
“Do you have high hopes that your competition will put up a good fight?”
“ Sure, sure, MAN!! It’s gonna be so good to fight him again!”

It seemed that anything besides the current event clasped in her palms was of no consequence to her now. This was how distracting the unknown man’s presence had been to Hageshi. Any further interrogation was dismissed. Seeing that Omoni had begun to stomp off toward the exit, Yasu hurried to try to squeeze one last comment from the captain of the eleventh division.
“Do you have any words to share before you step into the field?”
This stopped her in her tracks. Omoni stuffed the card into her bousum and turned back to face the lenses trained on her once again. With a deep breath, she released a mighty shout directed to both adversary and speculator alike.
“ I’M HERE TA’ FIGHT EVERY ONE A’ YA N’ YA BETTER BE READY TA’ SHOW ME WHATCHA’ GOT CAUSE I AIN’T GOIN’ EASY ON NONE A’ YA!”
With that, Hageshi cleared the canopy and emerged into the light of the field. Cries of all kinds exploded in the crowd that had been watching her display. They sounded ecstatic she would be taking part in the festivities. As she padded along on the way to where she would be waiting, it was impossible not to notice the two captains who had arrived before her. The first had been one she had seen at the latest meeting which had brought the both of them there on the captain commander’s demand. They had not been given time to speak to one another casually and by the looks of it he didn’t want to be disturbed. That was fine with her, she’d forgotten his name and would have preferred not to have to reveal that until she could manage some way of discovering it before they communicated further. There was no lack of respect, only lack of a stable memory.
“ Hey! Snake!”
Omoni did, however, remember Kyomu Mukuro clearly. Even if it had been by a self imposed nickname. The last time that the two of them had seen one another had also been briefly and during the meeting which had taken their time and forced it to be dedicated to the matters that had been at hand. Neither stole glances at one another, neither procured conversation. Both had turned back to their paths without entertaining the other. Now, they would be in the same vicinity once more for what had initially bonded the two before. Combat. Battle. During the test he had been her assigned proctor and had been tasked with analyzing her capability as a candidate for captaincy. It might have been true that their fight had been one of millions the man had fought but it had been a scar for her. Although she reaped the rewards of facing the phantom and leaving with not only her life but also her promotion, Omoni knew only frustration. The clash had been fierce but neither of them had been able to deliver a solid blow and that didn’t sit right with the female titan. Naturally, she had been stewing in that revelation until the moment would come that she’d be before him again and now that it had come...she had a few choice words for the second’s captain.
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“ This ain't gonna go like the last time. I’m gonna kick your ass, Mukuro.”
Without missing a step, Hageshi grunted her declaration of war. There was no hostility in her tone which was exceedingly different from the last time they had interacted and the grin on her face hadn’t disappeared either showing that in a sick way she was having some fun. Soon enough she sauntered off to a spot in the shade and plopped down onto her rump where she could comfortably await the debut of the next participants and cast her gaze up to the monitor where she could watch those next events play out.
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