[A number of young men and women, fresh out of high school, came to assist Ururu with her targets. The soul reapers scattered, taking to the new arrivals with a deep affront, leaving Ururu to sigh, dusting her skirt off with one hand. In her other hand, a noble gurgled helplessly with her fingers closed around his throat.]
It would be rude to take away this opportunity for them to learn. A shame. I would have been able to let go of quite a lot of stress if I were allowed you all.
[Shimura had descended upon Gin with sheer force, coming to believe he could pin her at a complete disadvantage. Killing her before her power could be restored by an order would be the most practical move. It would give him a chance to assist Tsunayashiro. No matter what, he couldn't let him take Kisuke's head. Lost in thought, he chased down Gin with every intent to crush her so that she couldn't stand again. She was a Captain, after all. If he didn't obliterate her with force, then she could only stand back up.
When he came to drive his sword into her, he had been aiming for her throat. Rather than avoiding it, she re-directed him to drive it through her shoulder instead. Strong, ruthless fingers closed around his sword guard, keeping him locked in place. Before he could retreat and force the blade free? She accomplished what she set out to do. Shimura only had that one moment of frustration and shock left in his life before Gin activated Rashomon once more.]
This only buys you--
[Certainly, something she paid for and earned. He couldn't finish those words without his throat, after all, dead before he could even touch the pavement, his storms dissipating into whispers of wind while the ones in the street fought.]
[Tsunayashiro stood up, gritting his teeth through the pain that flared along his skin after being burned so thoroughly by Naoyuki's cero. He advanced and swung his blade with a roar of force. The young man put his body into parrying the blow, wincing. He was blown back, breathing hard from the pain as he splintered his way through a tree trunk. The entire thing collapsed, forcing him to dive to avoid being caught underneath it. Tsunayashiro was on him in an instant. Decoy after decoy, destroyed when Tsunayashiro unleashed Enryakoten's power. Fire. Ice. Lightning. Stone. Blades. The zanpakuto that could imitate all other zanpakuto was something deadly in the elder's hands and it took everything Naoyuki had to simply escape and slow the more experienced warrior down. Tsunayashiro advanced, unimpressed by the bag of tricks he was being shown, slicing the mask off Naoyuki's face in one stroke. In the second, he scored a blow on the young man that could be considered the last, cutting him from shoulder to hip with a master's precision. His sweatshirt burst open and with it, blood blossomed from him. For that moment, Tsunayashiro lowered his guard. He was certainly cut in two.
Naoyuki had run out of decoys. Gadgets. Tricks. Blood ran down his front freely and, in that moment of victory and elation, Tsunayashiro considered letting him fall to simply watch. In the middle of his swing, one of the black hounds of Rashomon had grabbed hold of his leg, tearing into the bone of his calf and slowing his assault but he could attest--his training guaranteed he would still finish the swing.]
How convenient.
[Tsunayashiro stirred, something in him seizing up when Naoyuki reached up and ran fingers through his hair. As if he hadn't been cut. Impossibly, he stood, the sickening slash in his shoulder knitting together through a fiery blue light that burned in the center of his chest. The light vanished soon after, his wound failing to heal any further. Even as bloodied as he'd been and so close to death again, Naoyuki smiled wide.]
'Enrakyoten'. I remember that file. It's so deadly that I couldn't possibly recover fully from that last swing but now that I have, I've recovered something important. Still, I'm even more grateful it was weakened somewhat by Captain Akutagawa's assist. Close one, right?
Truly. You really are a monster, Urahara Kisuke. Even so, you won't survive this a second time.
Sir! [Almost annoyed, Naoyuki made himself laugh and waved his sword reproachfully. His shoulder, still quite injured, wouldn't let him grip it with his other hand. Even as Tsunayashiro drew his sword once more, he still scolded his attacker.] I'd like you to keep that word out of your mouth but I won't have to worry about that for very long.
[Tsunayashiro came forward like a bullet, aiming to skewer Naoyuki's throat. He came to a halt, the tip of his family's sword stopped dead on the flat of Zangetsu. Ichigo, boiling with anger beneath the reiatsu-shrouding cloak he carried for those precise circumstances, loosed a cool breath and squared his shoulders.]
There's some things I don't tolerate. Kyoraku is just going to have to clean this one up.
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It would be rude to take away this opportunity for them to learn. A shame. I would have been able to let go of quite a lot of stress if I were allowed you all.
[Shimura had descended upon Gin with sheer force, coming to believe he could pin her at a complete disadvantage. Killing her before her power could be restored by an order would be the most practical move. It would give him a chance to assist Tsunayashiro. No matter what, he couldn't let him take Kisuke's head. Lost in thought, he chased down Gin with every intent to crush her so that she couldn't stand again. She was a Captain, after all. If he didn't obliterate her with force, then she could only stand back up.
When he came to drive his sword into her, he had been aiming for her throat. Rather than avoiding it, she re-directed him to drive it through her shoulder instead. Strong, ruthless fingers closed around his sword guard, keeping him locked in place. Before he could retreat and force the blade free? She accomplished what she set out to do. Shimura only had that one moment of frustration and shock left in his life before Gin activated Rashomon once more.]
This only buys you--
[Certainly, something she paid for and earned. He couldn't finish those words without his throat, after all, dead before he could even touch the pavement, his storms dissipating into whispers of wind while the ones in the street fought.]
[Tsunayashiro stood up, gritting his teeth through the pain that flared along his skin after being burned so thoroughly by Naoyuki's cero. He advanced and swung his blade with a roar of force. The young man put his body into parrying the blow, wincing. He was blown back, breathing hard from the pain as he splintered his way through a tree trunk. The entire thing collapsed, forcing him to dive to avoid being caught underneath it. Tsunayashiro was on him in an instant. Decoy after decoy, destroyed when Tsunayashiro unleashed Enryakoten's power. Fire. Ice. Lightning. Stone. Blades. The zanpakuto that could imitate all other zanpakuto was something deadly in the elder's hands and it took everything Naoyuki had to simply escape and slow the more experienced warrior down. Tsunayashiro advanced, unimpressed by the bag of tricks he was being shown, slicing the mask off Naoyuki's face in one stroke. In the second, he scored a blow on the young man that could be considered the last, cutting him from shoulder to hip with a master's precision. His sweatshirt burst open and with it, blood blossomed from him. For that moment, Tsunayashiro lowered his guard. He was certainly cut in two.
Naoyuki had run out of decoys. Gadgets. Tricks. Blood ran down his front freely and, in that moment of victory and elation, Tsunayashiro considered letting him fall to simply watch. In the middle of his swing, one of the black hounds of Rashomon had grabbed hold of his leg, tearing into the bone of his calf and slowing his assault but he could attest--his training guaranteed he would still finish the swing.]
How convenient.
[Tsunayashiro stirred, something in him seizing up when Naoyuki reached up and ran fingers through his hair. As if he hadn't been cut. Impossibly, he stood, the sickening slash in his shoulder knitting together through a fiery blue light that burned in the center of his chest. The light vanished soon after, his wound failing to heal any further. Even as bloodied as he'd been and so close to death again, Naoyuki smiled wide.]
'Enrakyoten'. I remember that file. It's so deadly that I couldn't possibly recover fully from that last swing but now that I have, I've recovered something important. Still, I'm even more grateful it was weakened somewhat by Captain Akutagawa's assist. Close one, right?
Truly. You really are a monster, Urahara Kisuke. Even so, you won't survive this a second time.
Sir! [Almost annoyed, Naoyuki made himself laugh and waved his sword reproachfully. His shoulder, still quite injured, wouldn't let him grip it with his other hand. Even as Tsunayashiro drew his sword once more, he still scolded his attacker.] I'd like you to keep that word out of your mouth but I won't have to worry about that for very long.
[Tsunayashiro came forward like a bullet, aiming to skewer Naoyuki's throat. He came to a halt, the tip of his family's sword stopped dead on the flat of Zangetsu. Ichigo, boiling with anger beneath the reiatsu-shrouding cloak he carried for those precise circumstances, loosed a cool breath and squared his shoulders.]
There's some things I don't tolerate. Kyoraku is just going to have to clean this one up.