[He didn't know what to say to that. At all. She might have been right that there was a procedure to it all but he wasn't satisfied with slow progress. Something urged him to be quick and responsive. To take every detail and bleed it of its use. He'd gotten good mileage with that line of thought. When Gin left as politely as one might in such a dire circumstance, he sighed and watched her go in silence.
He'd only seen a small piece of her and she still struck him as... something else.
Once he shut the gate and snapped his security procedures back on, Naoyuki vanished back into the warehouse and slid his cell phone free of his pocket to find... more than a few messages. The soul reaper 'pack' he established kept tabs on this around the city and someone had been asking about him. It matched another notification from his trackers. Something was poking around in Soul Society, trying to match a signal he left behind a few days before. It was beginning to come close to finding the signal's origin point.
All of it, useful data. Something that might have unnerved someone with fewer precautions taken to mind.
With a resolute sigh, he packed his hoodie with its assortment of pockets and sleeves and readied himself for a new exercise. Something he'd put the better part of a year into readying himself for. His friends had struggled just to take on a single Menos Grande but there had never been any danger of any of them actually dying with Ichigo waiting by the ring. As intimidating as the thing looked like in its file and in person, he still supposed it looked... easy.
When he stepped out of his third favorite konibini a couple of hours later to pick up gyoza and begin a rigorous series of field tests, he was greeted by a half-dozen men and women in expensive-looking, old-fashioned clothing. Similar shihakusho to the kind he'd seen on Gin and her men but dressed with the livery of nobles. In silence, they all drew their swords and one in front caught his eye. One young man, looking no older than himself, with sharply trimmed bangs and a bleak expression of fury. Naoyuki had been in the middle of pulling gum out of his mouth, ready to toss it in the trash when they all interrupted.]
Urahara Kisuke. You have no idea how many years I've waited--
[Naoyuki flicked his gum at the young man in front. Right at the front of his clothes. Furious, he drew his sword and cut the gum only to blink in muted surprise partway through his swing as he saw Naoyuki's wide, pleased smile. Once the blade cut the piece of gum, both halves burst and expanded well past millions of times their own size to engulf himself and three more of his group, fully entangled and rooted to the pavement. Quick on his feet, Naoyuki came to avoid the next series of sword swings from the ones who managed to get out of the way in time before getting tangled. The chase led him up to a rooftop, hands spread out as his attackers took to points surrounding him.]
Woah, woah! Please, relax! I may not be as strong as he was but I'm much less nice than he was, too! That gum was your only warning.
[A beat. Because he could never quite let it stop there.]
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He'd only seen a small piece of her and she still struck him as... something else.
Once he shut the gate and snapped his security procedures back on, Naoyuki vanished back into the warehouse and slid his cell phone free of his pocket to find... more than a few messages. The soul reaper 'pack' he established kept tabs on this around the city and someone had been asking about him. It matched another notification from his trackers. Something was poking around in Soul Society, trying to match a signal he left behind a few days before. It was beginning to come close to finding the signal's origin point.
All of it, useful data. Something that might have unnerved someone with fewer precautions taken to mind.
With a resolute sigh, he packed his hoodie with its assortment of pockets and sleeves and readied himself for a new exercise. Something he'd put the better part of a year into readying himself for. His friends had struggled just to take on a single Menos Grande but there had never been any danger of any of them actually dying with Ichigo waiting by the ring. As intimidating as the thing looked like in its file and in person, he still supposed it looked... easy.
When he stepped out of his third favorite konibini a couple of hours later to pick up gyoza and begin a rigorous series of field tests, he was greeted by a half-dozen men and women in expensive-looking, old-fashioned clothing. Similar shihakusho to the kind he'd seen on Gin and her men but dressed with the livery of nobles. In silence, they all drew their swords and one in front caught his eye. One young man, looking no older than himself, with sharply trimmed bangs and a bleak expression of fury. Naoyuki had been in the middle of pulling gum out of his mouth, ready to toss it in the trash when they all interrupted.]
Urahara Kisuke. You have no idea how many years I've waited--
[Naoyuki flicked his gum at the young man in front. Right at the front of his clothes. Furious, he drew his sword and cut the gum only to blink in muted surprise partway through his swing as he saw Naoyuki's wide, pleased smile. Once the blade cut the piece of gum, both halves burst and expanded well past millions of times their own size to engulf himself and three more of his group, fully entangled and rooted to the pavement. Quick on his feet, Naoyuki came to avoid the next series of sword swings from the ones who managed to get out of the way in time before getting tangled. The chase led him up to a rooftop, hands spread out as his attackers took to points surrounding him.]
Woah, woah! Please, relax! I may not be as strong as he was but I'm much less nice than he was, too! That gum was your only warning.
[A beat. Because he could never quite let it stop there.]
Although, I do have more gum.