Shinigami
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A disarray of thoughts and a present lack of resolve is without exception the worst traits and largest flaws that a tactician can possess. Internal conflict partnered with indecisiveness only breeds failure, and leaves one vulnerable to the effects of their actions thereof - flawed. To willingly present oneself into a zone of danger or initiate combat with such a mindset is something akin to premeditated failure, self sabotage. Such had been the case for the young Shinigami, and former Third Seat of the Fifth Division. Internal turmoil, desire, and will, all misconstrued by his reverence for a single particular individual - and unbeknownst to himself....his own ego. The consistency of unfortunate events which had recently plagued the man within his own Division had led him to a state of some much needed self reflection.
During his advent towards the destination where his true resolve lied, the man's chest could be seen expanding slightly beneath the baggage of his Shihakusho as he drew in a deep inhale. A slight burning sensation seeming to manifest itself within the recesses of his nose as he teetered on the verge of sneezing - perhaps someone had been discussing him?
The inner turmoil, or rather unsettling irritation within, still raging as he reflects upon the scoldings of his mentor. The mentioning of teamwork and reliance upon individuals who fail to reciprocate the same form of partnership. Seated members and a Lieutenant whom respectively should hold the same values as their Captain, yet were the epitome of a self-centered mindset - himself included. To be asked to abide by and with individuals whom in his eyes proved not to be weak or unworthy of their position, but rather simply ineffective and untrue. The reality of the situation was simply Eizoku's inability and total lack of desire to be a hypocrite. To continue onward and under individuals whom he would never be able to see eye to eye with, and forever be underneath their will and authority was maddening - stagnating, and a waste of time. And there had been nothing more unsettling to the man than wasting time. The only way to move forward unhindered, was to carve his own path, and allow his desire and drive to become the very components which would refine that path.
After a moment or two of holding his breath, the deadheaded Shinigami exhaled both his breath, and the inner discord of his previous division - leaving them both behind. For they served absolutely no purpose anymore besides being the driving factor which directed him unto his desired path.
Having successfully purified himself of his blighted mindset, he had officially obtained once more a clear mind, a light heart, and a weighted resolve. A primed tactician, and surely should he prove consistent, true, and capable - the future Captain of the Sixth Division.
The silent doors of the Senkaimon part ways granting access for a brilliant sea of white light to flood in unhindered, temporarily blanching all colors within, for but a brief moment. With the intense light swiftly subsiding, the dread -headed Shinigami would be able to take in the full scope of the terrain in all its glory, along with a visual of his proctor. In turn actively allow the individual overseeing the exam to catch a glimpse of him as well. Standing in the open doors of the gates, Kyomu would openly be able to observe Eizoku standing front and center based 100 meters away in length, and an equal height above the ground suspended in thin air. A lingering wave of distortion still dissipating from what one could assume to be the activating of his Shikai, if they were knowledgeable about the man. His domain set at its maximum expansion. Two blades, one within each hand, with the index finger of his right hand blatantly pointing towards Kyomu, perhaps in recognition of the fact that he had indeed managed to conveniently spot the man from sight alone.
It had been a rather strange encounter from the outset. Despite Eizoku actively having eyes on the man, his actual presence was beyond vague. Obviously suppressed in some way, shape, or form. The suppression however seemed surreal and beyond natural even by the standards of an Elite Captain and Assassin. There had surely been another aspect to this concealment, perhaps an accessory or a modified form of clothing which aided in further suppression? But an active suppression is not entirely an end to a means of detecting a foe, in fact there had been a plethora of ways to circumnavigate this obstacle. One in which Eizoku would soon display throughout the battle as he set his senses adrift, in tune with a thin veil of Spiritual Pressure exuding from him, albeit in a focalized area around his general vicinity. But why? Although an individual could eliminate their presence in a sense, they cannot eliminate the space which they physically occupy. By utilizing one's own Spiritual Pressure akin to something as a radar, an individual is in theory able to monitor the inflections and movements of any physical or spiritual object or entity within their vicinity, allowing still the active pinpointing of an individual despite their intended concealment. His style of fighting would not conform to secrecy, but rather remain the beacon and prime target to draw his opponent to him. Purposeful bait.
This had been the unspoken initiation of the battle that would spark between the two. They both knew exactly the reason for their being here, and from the looks of things, conversation was already removed from the agenda.
Nevertheless, the reputation of the blonde headed Phantom certainly proceeded him, there hadn't been a single individual in Soul Society who was not aware of the lethal capabilities the Captain of Second Division had possessed. An assassin to the highest degree, which only sparked Eizoku's immediate interest and attention to the anken which he so blatantly displayed and toyed with freely. A true assassin never needlessly reveals their cards, weapons, or techniques so blatantly - not without a purpose that is. He had been more than sure the Captain had been briefed on his overall capabilities and abilities beforehand. There was no doubt it would certainly be used to attack the former Third Seat in one way or another, or perhaps simply serve as an attempted measuring for the Phantom to test the specifics of exactly where the Chronomancer's domain of influence resided or the effects of it.
Eizoku took in everything he could about both the man and the soon to be battlefield, in what felt like an eternity to him, but in actuality had only been about a fourth of a second. Unblinking, unwavering, still pointing. Despite his perceived lack of movement, three other physical copies of the man would conspicuously and abruptly appear in tandem seemingly out of thin air. Two rapidly making their way towards the Assassin in synchronicity, in what appeared to be a pincer attack, albeit remaining 100 meters above the man. An intense blurring and distortion of movements being present, trailing after even the most subtle of movements. Although the blades of both bodies appeared to remain idle at their side during their advent towards the man, their wrists continued to show the slightest of inflections. An occasional intense glaring of sunlight being somehow picked up and intensified at random around sporadic locations near him. They continued until completing a full circle before simply remaining idle - an overall presence lacking in both. Yet rather than targeting Mukuro's actual body, they remained above - all glares subsiding shortly thereafter.
The third presumed image appearing in union with the other two, directly before the Assassin, approximately 6 meters in front of him. His right blade pointing towards the ground with the edge of its flattened tip making contact with the hardened sun scorched terrain below. While his left simply remained outstretched completely parallel to the ground. Yet he remained idle, no presence. No apparent physical strike had been made by the man, nor did the distance between the two close. Only the sharpened sound of metal seemingly clanking against concrete ringing throughout the rear of the valley, partnered with an unusual yet loud sound of tearing fabric that seemed almost impossible to escape.
An expected assault, turned into a senseless feint. Exactly what was going on, and which Eizoku had in fact been the real ordeal?
This had been the unspoken initiation of the battle that would spark between the two. They both knew exactly the reason for their being here, and from the looks of things, conversation was already removed from the agenda.
Nevertheless, the reputation of the blonde headed Phantom certainly proceeded him, there hadn't been a single individual in Soul Society who was not aware of the lethal capabilities the Captain of Second Division had possessed. An assassin to the highest degree, which only sparked Eizoku's immediate interest and attention to the anken which he so blatantly displayed and toyed with freely. A true assassin never needlessly reveals their cards, weapons, or techniques so blatantly - not without a purpose that is. He had been more than sure the Captain had been briefed on his overall capabilities and abilities beforehand. There was no doubt it would certainly be used to attack the former Third Seat in one way or another, or perhaps simply serve as an attempted measuring for the Phantom to test the specifics of exactly where the Chronomancer's domain of influence resided or the effects of it.
Eizoku took in everything he could about both the man and the soon to be battlefield, in what felt like an eternity to him, but in actuality had only been about a fourth of a second. Unblinking, unwavering, still pointing. Despite his perceived lack of movement, three other physical copies of the man would conspicuously and abruptly appear in tandem seemingly out of thin air. Two rapidly making their way towards the Assassin in synchronicity, in what appeared to be a pincer attack, albeit remaining 100 meters above the man. An intense blurring and distortion of movements being present, trailing after even the most subtle of movements. Although the blades of both bodies appeared to remain idle at their side during their advent towards the man, their wrists continued to show the slightest of inflections. An occasional intense glaring of sunlight being somehow picked up and intensified at random around sporadic locations near him. They continued until completing a full circle before simply remaining idle - an overall presence lacking in both. Yet rather than targeting Mukuro's actual body, they remained above - all glares subsiding shortly thereafter.
The third presumed image appearing in union with the other two, directly before the Assassin, approximately 6 meters in front of him. His right blade pointing towards the ground with the edge of its flattened tip making contact with the hardened sun scorched terrain below. While his left simply remained outstretched completely parallel to the ground. Yet he remained idle, no presence. No apparent physical strike had been made by the man, nor did the distance between the two close. Only the sharpened sound of metal seemingly clanking against concrete ringing throughout the rear of the valley, partnered with an unusual yet loud sound of tearing fabric that seemed almost impossible to escape.
An expected assault, turned into a senseless feint. Exactly what was going on, and which Eizoku had in fact been the real ordeal?
