[Gin had arrived just as the three on the roof had begun taking their turns to attack. Each swing carried its own fatal edge but he skirted by, step by step, narrowly avoiding death at every chance. Frustration welled up in them and, all the while, Naoyuki count each move they made between the three of them. He had a plan in mind. Something he wanted to practice and.
'Rashomon'?
His hood blew back, surprise bright across his face when a hound's shadow rose up and cut off the next sword swing coming from him. It snapped out and sharply cut across his attacker's forearm, earning a curse of spite when they backed off to make space.]
A Captain in action, huh? Now, that's a sight.
[None of them were pushovers but a surprise attack was rarely easy to shrug off. Gin descended and hammered the next in command in the chin and sent him back across the roof, though he managed to effortlessly fall cleanly on his feet. The Shimura clan head took in a cool breath and sheathed his zanpakuto, keeping his eyes fixed on Gin.]
Irregular? It cost time and effort to track him. Now that he's within my range, dog of the Court Guard, don't you think that I'll rest until he's paid with his life.
[Every word, laced with venom. Naoyuki recognized it for what it was worth. Not a petty call for revenge. Years of frustration and hatred turned to tar in his heart. With each word, the young man's spiritual pressure created a tangible burden in the air. The roof began to crumble under the force of it and while he wasn't burdened by the strain of it, the thought of it made him nervous. There were people nearby.]
Shape the world, Shinatsuhiko!
[He opened his mouth and loosed a deep breath that coated his sword, wrapping it in a surging cloud. With a single swing, he swung a thunderstorm forth that threatened to shred both Gin and Naoyuki.
Naoyuki drew his sword from his bag in one smooth motion and drove the tip into the roof. A bright red sheet of light spread across it, shielding the building below their feet. Not himself.]
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'Rashomon'?
His hood blew back, surprise bright across his face when a hound's shadow rose up and cut off the next sword swing coming from him. It snapped out and sharply cut across his attacker's forearm, earning a curse of spite when they backed off to make space.]
A Captain in action, huh? Now, that's a sight.
[None of them were pushovers but a surprise attack was rarely easy to shrug off. Gin descended and hammered the next in command in the chin and sent him back across the roof, though he managed to effortlessly fall cleanly on his feet. The Shimura clan head took in a cool breath and sheathed his zanpakuto, keeping his eyes fixed on Gin.]
Irregular? It cost time and effort to track him. Now that he's within my range, dog of the Court Guard, don't you think that I'll rest until he's paid with his life.
[Every word, laced with venom. Naoyuki recognized it for what it was worth. Not a petty call for revenge. Years of frustration and hatred turned to tar in his heart. With each word, the young man's spiritual pressure created a tangible burden in the air. The roof began to crumble under the force of it and while he wasn't burdened by the strain of it, the thought of it made him nervous. There were people nearby.]
Shape the world, Shinatsuhiko!
[He opened his mouth and loosed a deep breath that coated his sword, wrapping it in a surging cloud. With a single swing, he swung a thunderstorm forth that threatened to shred both Gin and Naoyuki.
Naoyuki drew his sword from his bag in one smooth motion and drove the tip into the roof. A bright red sheet of light spread across it, shielding the building below their feet. Not himself.]
Wake, Benitaisho!