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Wed Jul 24, 2013 8:04 am
The outskirts of Karakura town were unlike the futuristic and otherwise safe environments of the inner city, the area was not unlike a sort of dystopian future especially on a dark night like it was where each corner seemingly held a void of unending blackness in all directions barring the ones going further into the central city. The setting, even with modern living arrangements paled in comparison to the lights and views of the city further into the dome. The feel around the place was that of dark and unwelcome foreboding making it as if those walking around the area would lead to a nasty outcome no matter who or what you were, only those with a mind or pure iron or someone with little fear for that of the unknown could see this place as safe to walk at night.

It didn't help then that Dansen had not only little care around such a dangerous area but also an attitude of complete ignorance for the sense of negativity and dread that could be felt in the air by all those who were rushing into their homes hoping to avoid being beaten or mugged by thugs that made themselves known at this point of the day. The Shinigami had gone off the reservation so to speak having completed his patrol of the city he made his way to the gritter areas of the city to look for a challenge of sorts, what he had found was unimpressive. "Ahh come on I've barely seen a hollow since coming here!" The thoughts of the Blonde spirit were seemingly said aloud as he took to another deep sigh of disappointment.

The area around the outskirts brought back memories of the Rukongai and its lower, more unwelcoming areas with many ne'er do wells and shady types littering the streets on the nightfall and it was Dansen's who had cleaned a few of them up. Though there had been a couple of thugs harassing and causing trouble for those that crossed their path, he had made quick work of them as he made his way around the streets, it was hard to fight something they couldn't see while in he was in spirit form so it was little to no challenge. Moreover of the monster that he had found some hollows scurrying around that seem more like smile than they were creatures were a bit too pathetic looking to warrant any interest, it was clear to him that if there were any enemies worth any interest in the neighbourhood they were not interested in coming out to play.

"Hmmm thought I could get some training in but this has been a bust..." The shinigami rubbed his head and stretched out his neck in a manner of someone bored out of their mind he had hoped something would be interesting enough to warrant his attention but neither an ally or enemy could be felt or seen in the dark night that he had found himself patrolling the streets of Karakura. After finishing up with the pity party he was having for himself Dansen stared out to the distance to see a string of stores and food stalls in the horizon, the hunger from the night's patrol had begun to fester and the blonde Shinigami sighed as he realized that those around probably would not notice him without a Gigai.

As this realization came upon him the young looking spirit jumped upwards into the sky seemingly a mix of anger and desperation in his eyes as he hurtled himself around the outskirts looking for something or someone to shake up his interest and hold back the oncoming hunger. "Come on come on! There has to be someone around to get my mind off my troubles!" And so into the darkness the blonde haired spirit would go, unaware of those that may have taken notice of him as he went around the area and what their plans where for him if they managed to get his attention, it was unlike Dansen to go so far out of the city however here it would be possible that he could find something much worse than hollows confronting him...
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Wed Jul 24, 2013 9:08 am




A mindless beast, with no godly durability, no godly endurance, but.. he is like an armorless tank that takes on everything like they were nothing.. and like a damn beast... He is.. like a fucking demon who came all the way from hell to punish us.. Just.. what the fuck is he..?

There is one man, just one, with a dark-red hair that flows through the air as he walks, and an explosion occurs just within the bar. A fist that ripped through the walls, glasses and the doors into pieces, like it was nothing. Everything in the bar was shaking like an earthquake, a few 'living male bodies' was thrown out from the door, and the moment they stood up, their body shook with fear. A footstep is heard beyond the broken door, before a foot can be seen stomping through the cracks of a door. Cracks can be heard from each fists he pushed with his hands, a large smirk expressed onto his face was somewhat like a demon. A kick was launched against their guts and enough to fling them to a nearby building and force them to drill themselves against the building like a strong force was forcefully crushing them into the very building, before an uppercut was again, launched against the second male, forcing him to be thrown across the air and smashed his head against the street light just above them. With not much fun and anger was released against the likes of the males, he left the final 'surviving man' alive, while the other two was significantly injured from the force he had released by his raw strength.

The beast's name was called 'Sou Yuuki', not much special, never had any special powers like telekinesis or whatever. He is just a simple man with an unlucky life where his strength was somehow unrestricted by his brain, and usually misused, or accidentally 'forced out' whenever he is in a state of anger. Many people feared him because of the characteristics he had, those.. inhuman abilities he had. He weren't normal, he wasn't your average friendly citizen or civilian, and to everyone's eyes, he is just someone who isn't in their world, but more of a man who came from the other world. Walking wihout paying attention to his surroundings, he bumped into a huge-sized thug, looks ripped and packed, very tough, but Sou gave those look of extreme anger on his eyes, but the thug? Just increasing his anger twice as much. For being a short fused man, Sou held nothing back, approaching to a nearby car and used his 'inhuman' strength to raise a car. With only that action, the thug was.. just immediately scared. Attempting to run away, he threw the car across the air and smashed down against the very likes of thug, and most likely would kill him if he wasn't 'that tough'.

Turning away from the likes of the thug, he slowly moved away from his current position, sirens from the police cars and ambulance can be heard. Sou was not apart of anything, and was acting like a normal passer-by. But not until he sensed a pulse of reiatsu, not quite strong for his view, but seemed interesting enough. Its been years since he had last encountered a being that was so-called 'Shinigami', or 'Vizard'. If he actually met one of these, this may be fun, but waiting would only keep Sou impatient, so he had a perfect idea to bring this man into the party, right now. His hands gripped against one of the street lights nearby, and forcefully ripping out the pole that held the street light up. Detecting from the direction of where the strongest pulse of reiatsu was released, he threw the street lamp across the air and towards the pulse of reiatsu, with a force enough to accurately hit the being in the face. Man.. He had thrown quite a lot of things today, doesn't he?




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Wed Jul 24, 2013 4:56 pm
The seemingly quiet night for the outskirts of the town was broken by the sounds of police sirens and medical vans rushing towards a certain location, it was not Dansen's place to question what was going on but nor was it his place to investigate on the matter it was most likely a bar fight or some sort of ruckus that had gone out of control perhaps even some sort of accident that was not the fault of anyone, if there were spirits needing Konso then others on their patrols would take up the place of the Shinigami in the outskirts at that moment he was too busy feeling sorry for himself to care for his duties that he was shirking. It was then suddenly that the Shinigami noted a sudden shock hit him as he had only moments to maneuver his head backwards to avoid the oncoming...Lamppost?

The blonde Shinigami was perturbed and confused at the sight of a flying street lamp flying into the distance and landing somewhere beyond his vision only with the crash it had made being notable. The strange occurrence had caught the interest of the Spirit and as he looked around to find signs of a street lamp out of the order that they would usually be lined up in he caught sight of one area of notice that he dashed towards at a slight angry pace as he landed in the street where the large piece of metal had been ripped from its place in the ground and tried to find a new home somewhere in the vicinity of the face of the Shinigami. Having landed on the scene Dansen made an effort to look for any signs of what had thrown such an obnoxious object towards him all the while speaking out loud his thoughts on the matter. "Who throws a lamp post! Honestly! I mean there are better ways of getting my attention hell shout at me for all that's good--" The Spirit seemed to trail off as he looked to the area for any signs of what had done this.

"Hmm didn't seem like a hollow I would of probably seen it or at least felt it by now..." The blonde spirit cracked his neck as he seemingly still 'felt' something from the previous attack on his life. Looking around the area Dansen did not see anything out of the ordinary but seemingly there was only one person who stood out as his location to the street lamp would make him odds on favorite for the culprit, still the red haired teen seemed to not have much of anything special about him but Dansen was not one to judge on face value it was a good way to get hurt. "Hmmm could he have done something like this?" Upon looking at the boy he did not seem the size to lift such a heavy object but something about him screamed to be unlike those that he had surrounded himself with as a bystander he wouldn't stick out but the Spirit and the boy were mostly alone making the next realization seem moot as Dansen turned to the boy and thought "Wait... If he threw it at me that means...He can see me clearly right?" Dansen looked to the boy in the street with a suspicion wondering if he why and what reason a human would have for throwing such a large object at him!
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Thu Jul 25, 2013 9:06 am




I am the fucking beast. I am your greatest nightmare. I will haunt you until you die. I will smash you until you fall. I will crush you until you are turned into nothing. I will FUCKING KILL YOU until you are nothing but words.

This.. curious man who seemingly surprised by the street lights that was flunged and thrown across the air and missed, the fall of the street light had made the ground shriek as the surface of the light had scratched itself against the ground when it slides. Going towards his direction, Sou pretended as if he were just a bystander with no intentions of doing anything, nor paying any attention to the likes of the approached man. It would be almost impossible, but still possible, for someone that could read his little-to-nothing chi energy that remained in his body, and detecting it. Since the spiritual waves, or simply put emitting an aura of chi energy that was meant to allow spiritual beings to detect the location of a spiritually-powered person, Sou Yuuki, was too weak or 'too little' to detect even by the experts that is specialized through detecting spiritual beings, unless they are skilled enough to sense off the little pulse given off.

Sou moved away from the male, to keep the man to be 'unsuspected' of him, and until he lets his very guard down. Although, if he does, one big surprise would occur. The moment that shinigami had let his guard down, a huge smirk was expressed across his face, only were to launch himself foward and towards the young man, implanting his palm against the face of the shinigami with huge force and launches him to a nearby building. But, blocking it wouldn't be so easy like a nut. If the shinigami were to block it off from with Zanpakutō, it would even give Sou twice the advantage of getting this man wounded, by impacting the fist against the blade, whether be the sides or the sharp part, his fist would still continue to impact the sword, only to adjust the output of his muscles and force a crack to his Zanpakutō through sheer strength. But if it was dodged, or worked, no matter what had occured from his attacks, Sou would proceed to do a roundhouse kick that could 'probably' impact against the guts of the shinigami and hopefully forcing him into the building even more, or simply launching him into another building again.

"Let's see what we've got here. A fucker who just came here? Nope. A fucker who just needs to have to negotiations with in order to find that asshole and rip out his throat. His fucking techniques doesn't work that well on me. Might as well grip up a nigga like you, and force you to negotiate, shinigami."

"Before.. Just.. BEFORE.. You get to speak. I won't tell you anything about me, i will only grab you by the collars, raise you up like a baby, and tell me what i need to know. Nothing else. But if you are unwilling to negotiate, i may as well have to use violence to smash you out of your misery in order to force you into negotiation."

"NOW LET'S GET STARTED, SHALL WE!?"

Another smirk broke down across his face, he was mentally and physically prepared for this, standing there, idle like he almost had nothing to do. If the shinigami tries to use a melee attack and impact against any part of his body, it would only make it worse. If the shinigami gets close to Sou, even a meter apart, he would adjust the contractions of his muscles in order to increase his strength and expanding his muscles to deal a much higher damage to his opponents. The adjustment did not take long than a second before implanting a fist against the shinigami's right cheek with huge amount of force, enough to smash an average person's jaw and mortally wounding their skull that can strike fear to both of their mentality and physical being. Whether to attack hits or misses, Sou would take a huge leap to the back by forcing the strength against the ground to push him off the air and to the back, since he had no skills of teleportation or floating on the air.

"WELCOME TO THE FEAR LAND, MOTHERFUCKER!"




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Thu Jul 25, 2013 1:41 pm
Dansen stood upon the area that was seemingly the scene of an attack towards his person but for the life of him even the one person that stood out to him seemed not to notice him, as the Shinigami sighed and looked back to the location where the lamppost had been ripped from its home he wondered what could have cause such devastation in the matter of a few short seconds it could be possible that he was simply not looking in the right direction and that it was possible that the explanation could have been a hollow or some sort of spiritual entity trying to get his attention in a manner befitting an enemy.

Then it hit him! Or to be precise an arm grabbed him and with an impressive show of strength threw the blonde spirit into a nearby building causing the wall to cave in on his weight and the force behind him so even those without spiritual awareness could note the strange goings on in the area. "Oww, well that could have gone better" Dansen's first thoughts were that of surprise but mostly that he was surprised letting his guard down for a second was caught up so quickly. The Shinigami had hoped to force the perpetrator's hand by letting himself take the first hit by acting as if he was not suspicious of anyone around him, it had worked in almost stunning fashion but the problem was it lead to him being thrown into someone's office wall.

Suddenly the blonde spirit broke out of the cement and metal lining the wall only to dodge roll onto another section of the already weakening surface as his opponent made himself known by kicking in the section of the wall that Dansen had previously been lying in showing himself to be the red haired teen that the Shinigami had noted earlier. "Hmm if you wanted my attention you could have called out to me or do you throw things at everyone you meet?" Saying it in a mix of irritation and somewhat actual sincerity Dansen jumped into the air as the wall he was currently standing on began to crumble away at the strength of the teen he was staring at.

Standing on the air as an invisible floor made its way for the Shinigami he looked to the teen who made his flashy entrance and listened to his speech. "Hmmm such language being used, you know if you wanted me to 'negotiate'." He said with air quotes as he continued. "You could have just asked me for some information..." Seemingly the teen wanted a fight in order to get some sort of information out of the Shinigami, if it had been another day Dansen may have been more excited but today gave him a headache and this was not helping as the redhead went to say he would not give anything about himself to be known to the Shinigami. "Well you're certainly not a normal human that's for sure, I'm lucky that I already have bandages cause that friendly throw might have cracked a few ribs." Stretching himself out Dansen checked on his bandages under his robes to see if they were still solid then looked back onto the teen as he shouted out a welcoming address to 'Fear land'.

The Shinigami rustled through his robe to take out a map seemingly of the surrounding area. "Let's see here....Nope no Fear land around here, sounds like an amusement park when I think about it you wanna see maybe you're in the wrong area." The creature parading itself as human then proceeded to jump at an astounding height to get back to a safe distant from the now near enough crumbling building he was responsible for destroying. Dansen sighed as he put the map back in his robe and reached for his Zanpakutō in the left arm of his robe pulling out the sword he looked at it and then back at the teen shouting out to him "I'm not looking to make too much damage to the city, I'd probably get the ever loving stuffing beat out of me if I caused some sort of human-spirit relations incident so why don't you come up here and we'll see about having some aggressive negotiations..." Prepared for battle Dansen stood waiting for his opponent to make a move wondering what he would do in such a predicament.
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I stomp. I crush. I laugh. I smile. And I Kill. This is how you created nightmare, that was standing right before your eyes.

"Kekekekekee... No signs of seriousness.. So, you say this is an amusement park? Be that way. But if you want to see the real Fearland that i've named.."

As the shinigami had retreated up to the air, Sou slowly moved his right arm upwards, stopping at mid-way. Not bringing up any sort of tactics or strategy against this young shinigami, he had just the way to bring this guy to the smash. Sou would begin adjusting the input of his muscles first before the output, but before using this method, he would have to land his fist against this man's face in order to be more effective, otherwise it will not work as effective as the methods he had thought up, but still as pain as a fucking bee. Increasing the output of the muscles located to his legs, it could expand and force the dark red-haired young man up to the air and against the gravitational pull by the core of the earth.

With that force of a push, it would be enough to reach the same level of the air as the shinigami were. With that out of the way, he would begin pushing himself foward the young shinigami by using the shockwave of the recoil fired off with a single kick through a use of a roundhouse kicking technique, and before a fist was implanted against the young shinigami's face, a speech was spoken from the dark red-haired young male, "I wouldn't care a single damn about how you comment with what i do shit with my own way. But if you think you're tough and all.. WELL, I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THE WORD, 'TOUGH' MEANS ONCE I FUCK YOU UP WITH MY BARE FIST AND SEE YOUR BLOOD SPILLING AGAINST THE LIKES OF YOURS. NOW GO THE FUCK BACK TO YOUR FORMER NEST AND CRAWL BENEATH IT LIKE A GOOD LITTLE FUCKING BRAT, BITCH!"

Of course, it wouldn't hurt for the young shinigami at the beginning of the impact from the punch, but this is when it gets hurt real bad in the ass. To begin with, it would also be hard to get to avoid the impact of the punch, since the recoil given from his kick was enough to allow him to match up the speed of an adept shunpo through using the output of his strength carefully and out from his foot, although this burst of output may damage his internal muscles at a severe level where normally an average human will not be able to handle the sting of pain, but for Sou, it was nothing all but a sting, just 'that', but it is not impossible to avoid the incoming punch that may prove dangerous even for an average shinigami. As soon as the punch is implanted against the very face of the young male shinigami, the proccess of his muscles begins. When the fist impacts against the face of the shinigami, the enormous quantity of muscle tissues located around his torso, including his bones would expand at a space large enough to allow Sou to release a force of strength enough to endanger an average being's life, whether be spiritual being or a physical being, as the release of his strength won't be as little as an ant, but as enormous as a mountain.

Firstly, the input. Through expanding the muscle tissues located around his chest, his brain could send a large amount of nerve impulses and brain waves into his muscles and fist, causing them to contract at first, before expanding into a wide mouth in order to allow a burst of adrenaline into his fist. Now, to the output. Given that the amount of input was a huge burst enough to force an adrenaline into the muscles located inside of his fists. The output of his fist had also strengthen the bones of his knuckles 25 times much harder than an ordinary human could have and may be too heavy for a normal person to handle, but it is almost as if it were something real light to swing around with, for Sou. A single instant burst of strength by the output of his muscles from his fist was enough to simply place this young shinigami into coma and hopefully, smashing his skull into pieces or at least damaging the spiritual particles within the body of the victim due to the sudden force of impact given to the physical body of the spiritual being, the shinigami, of course.

After the attack, he immediately lands on both of his bare feets, but the landing wasn't smooth and simply.. lands. The moment his foots impacts against the ground through the landing, the shockwave given off from his legs of the impact would cause the ground to shake and crack, and eventually launching a few earth spikes towards the young shinigami.

"Are you enjoying your stay, young man?"




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The red haired menace seemingly had no intention of stopping his rampage towards the Shinigami. Dansen sighed as he looked at the hilt of his Zanpakutō and examined it almost to look for some sort of defect that he had not noticed before, it was then that the enemy began to make his move and land another strike. The red haired youth made his way into the air with the shocking strength that he had been displaying since he had made an opponent of the blonde spirit and with another extreme case of strength he had pushed himself towards the Shinigami through the force of his own moves.

The speed of the move was quite sudden as the boy had his fist planted into Dansen's face quite quickly, he made a speech about how Dansen had viewed himself tough and how he should not look down on him as he would leave him in a pool of his own blood. Within the few seconds before the fist hit his face Dansen would say only a few words. "When did I say I was tough..." The impact of the punch landed on the Shinigami's face quite hard, he would not deny that it hurt but the pain was quick to give as the blonde Spirit made his retort to the blow. As the force of the blow landed instead of forcing himself up Dansen used the current situation to his advantage, when the punch hit the Shinigami would fall backwards only to seemingly float in place inverted but with his head taken aback from the hit landing. "Ahh... Well if i hadn't done that my face might have been rearranged..." As Dansen pulled his head back he launched his Zanpakutō's hilt end towards of the outstretched arm of his opponent if the hit landed a spark of spiritual energy would reverberate through the opponent's arm. As the Shinigami retracted his blade he would continue on with his previous statement.

"I'm not tough, your strength is far beyond mine...If you had caught me in a better mood I'm might have relished this fight, but right now I'm just pissed." The usual cheery disposition was no longer there, the Shinigami had seemed agitated and this attack did not make his mood any better it usually would have a battle with such an interesting opponent would have made him jump for joy. But there was something about all of this that had left a bad taste in Dansen's mouth. He was unsure of the reason for this but as he looked outwards to the distance where the rest of the force from the redhead's attack he saw that some buildings not too far from their location had been broken apart from the shock of the attack.

"Hmmm all this damage, you're really not bothered with what you break are you?" Dansen mentioned this as he watched the red haired opponent drop to the ground, breaking the street up as he did and launching the earth from below to the Shinigami. Dansen repositioned himself to a vertical form once more as he dodged a few of the spikes coming from below as they came in greater frequency Dansen resorted to cutting them down as they got closer to his person. "Ah! Will you quit with throwing things at me!?" As the attack seemed to die down Dansen had a few cuts and bruises from the spikes all the while being covered in dirt and dust from the destroyed spikes while other landed in back on the ground with seemingly little risk to those below. The Shinigami looked to the opponent below as he asked if Dansen was enjoying his stay, the Spirit sighed as he rubbed his forehead finding a trickle of blood coming down from it seemingly damage from the punch.

As he looked to the blood he stared downwards at the redhead who had caused it and gave him an ultimatum. "Hey do that again I'd like to see if it has the same effect..." The look the Spirit had on his face was unlike his usual self, there was a glint of something...Menacing in his eyes. It made the hair on his own neck stand in a mix of fear and anticipation but for the life of him Dansen could only feel one emotion filling up his mind, though he had said before he was annoyed he was, enjoying himself...What that meant was still to be discovered but from here there was little chance of turning back.
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The Fear. The Pain. The Anger. It boils you to grip against that and destroy it. You want to touch it, you want to feel it, you just want to do everything to it.. But the question is.. Can you?

His fist went foward towards the very likes of the man, it hitted, but oddly, the place around him had inverted, but still, sending the shinigami against the ground. While retreating his very arm, the young shinigami's Zanpakutō was launched towards his retreating fist, attempting to hit it with its hilt, but that was a bad idea if he tried to damage his fist or even weakening any part of his body using any sort of energy since it can still be rendered useless even if it is against a human like Sou. Of course, his arm retreated from the previous punch, which would be a disadvantage for someone who is still retreating from an attack, but it doesn't mean that his reaction time is lowered down to a weaker level and leaving his mind wandering with thoughts.

Bursted another round of force from his elbow which could forcefully push his arm foward back from the retreat, this time, it'll be a different output than usual. The moment his fist had impacted against the hilt of the Zanpakutō, a spark of spiritual energy would reverberate throughout his arm, and this is when Sou would take another advantage back of this situation, while the disadvantage will tilt towards the young shinigami. The dark red-haired male would begin by expanding his muscles again wihout contraction, which would be a risk for most average humans for the sudden output of energy and force wihout the help of contraction which prevents a sudden output of force that may simply severely damaging his internal muscles and external muscles altogether where it will begin requiring a regeneration to repair these muscles, and for Sou, he was prepared to take the risk. "REJECTED, MOTHERFUCKER!".

Detecting the flow of the spiritual energy going throughout his arm, he would decide to take another risk by using the little chi energy he had inside of him, and hopefully countering the incoming spiritual energy and reverse the flow of the spiritual energy, which would be instead of flowing across his arm and going across his body, he would force the spiritual energy to flow OUT of his body, giving another boost to his strength that may possibly prove dangerous enough to endanger one's life, even for a lieutenant level shinigami. As the second his fist had direct contact with the hilt of the Zanpakutō, with a touch from Sou's fist, the hilt would seemingly disperse into dust then into air, as his fist seemed to release an output that is enough to destroy the hilt of the Zanpakutō, before proceeding to destroy the lower part of the blade and leaves the upper part of the blade intact and alive. But that isn't all. He wouldn't release that much amount of output just to destroy the Zanpakutō, as the punch would launch him foward the young shinigami and against the ground, landing in front of the shinigami which would force the ground below Sou to burst into cracks by the sheer force of his strength and body. Idling there for several seconds, his face would adjust itself foward the young shinigami in order to face himself directly in the eye, an eerie yet demonic looking smile was expressed across his face.

"Sorry. There's only one way to proceed from here onwards. QUIETLY CUDDLE UP AND TREMBLE IN FEAR, BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO BE SEND BACK TO YOUR FUCKING FORMER NEST!"

Impacting his fist against the face of the shinigami again, the force given off that will be felt by the young shinigami will be much different. The force is much harder, insanely stronger and tougher. Surprising thing is, the force released from his very fist was so much that a shockwave went 'through' the face of the young shinigami and forced out from the opposite side of where his fist had impacted, launching foward the nearby building before the shockwave had forced down a couple of buildings to collapse down. Sou wouldn't just come down and just land a punch only. After the punch, he would again retreat from his current position by launching himself to mid-air, and his landing won't be as smooth as before. Once both of his feet lands against the ground, he would release a considerable amount of output where his legs won't be at risk of being damaged, but enough to send an amount of force where a shockwave shall be released from his feets that can send a huge crack that straightens out miles away and wide, and forcing the cracks itself to burst out like a spike everywhere, and also causing the windows on nearby buildings to shatter into pieces by the force of his stomp. Hopefully to make the young shinigami to walk or at least launching himself up to the air in order to avoid the stomp itself that is enough to make the young shinigami fall between the cracks and against the spikes.

"COME ON, COME ON! SHOW ME THAT COCKY FACE OF YOURS, MOTHERFUCKER. YOU SHOULD BE TOUGHER THAN YOU ARE RIGHT NOW. SAY THOSE FUCKING WORDS OF YOURS AGAIN, TELL ME THAT YOU WANT MORE, TELL ME THAT YOU WANT TO GET PUNCHED OUT OF YOUR OWN MISERY AND SEE YOUR OWN BLOOD POURING OUT LIKE A FUCKING FOUNTAIN!!!"

Again, Sou would adjust himself into a position where he could accurately appear before the young shinigami when he launches himself up to the air using the force of his legs. "I'LL SPELL THE WORD PAIN FOR YOU. P-A-I-N. PAIN! NOW SHOVE THIS WORD INTO YOUR BRAIN AND NEVER FORGET THAT I SPELLED IT AND SAID IT OUT FOR YOU!". Retreating his fist again, he would launch his fist foward again by using the force that is launched off from his elbow again. Of course, he didn't forget about the upper part of the blade that was being left alive for the sake of the young shinigami where he hoped the Zanpakutō spirit within the Zanpakutō had not died yet. If the young shinigami had attempted to use the remaining part of the blade to counter or blocking his approaching punch, then that's the end of his Zanpakutō's life. Using the remaining force within his fist, he would attempt to release it off against the blade and break through it, then hopefully impacting it against the mouth of the young shinigami and launching him across the city as well as forcing him to crash through buildings and buildings until stopping him from the force.

This, however, would already destroy Sou's right arm's internal muscles and nerves that is located within his arm, forcing it into a shutdown state for repairs until it is fully repaired from its severe damage. It would take quite some time to repair due to the amount of damage that has been taken from the force released. Yet, Sou still has his other arm intact and alive. Landing smoothly against the ground as the dusts and sands from the collapsed buildings, Sou gave out another smirk on his face, speaking out several lines before turning himself away from the sight where he had launched the young shinigami from his current position. "I hope i did not rip out or break your jaw from that, since i do not have any sort of experience to hold back my strength against you. I wish that you are still alive after my attacks are given for you. Please don't feel shy, by the way. It is just my.. 'gift'.. for you."




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Sun Jul 28, 2013 6:07 pm
As the damage looked to be done something happened, the hilt of the Zanpakutō reacted and broke away turning into nothing but dust. The look of uncaring uneasy never left Dansen's face even as the blade gave way he simply grabbed the upper part of the blade allowing it to cut into his hand just a little bit causing him just enough pain to stay sharp. "This pain....This is why I fight..." The spirit thought to himself as the enemy made his way to the ground and breaking the earth beneath him and causing damage around the city, this widespread destruction was going to be a hassle but Dansen had little interest now, all that was left was the redhead in below him.

He came to attack and the force of the blows were still as devastating as previously, Dansen used a similar trick to avoid the full contact but he let himself be hit by the first impact of the blows that the red haired menace was throwing it made him feel...Alive the heat of battle were each blow could have left him dead and gone, with only part of a sword sticking further into his right hand as the blood began to flow from it. As the child kept ranting on and on while throwing his fists Dansen seemingly blocked him out, it wasn't his words that were important it was what he did with his strength that mattered. As he pulled back his fist to launch it into the Shinigami's face Dansen did not hold up his blade to block anymore it wasn't meant for that, his body could take the damage for a while, he welcomed it in a way this human had given him something that he had not wanted to let out in years.

The blow the redhead threw towards him last was enough that even with Dansen trying to maneuver his body away from it the force of the blow seemed to be looking to damn near take his head off. Luckily it didn't but the force sent the Spirit flying into building after building interrupting the work of a few businessmen or a family's meal meant nothing now, it was collateral damage for the two fighting it out in a playground of destruction. But for the blonde Shinigami such acts of destruction were unbecoming, for him flashy attacks and devastation on a wide scale meant nothing if it did not put the opponent down for good. Standing in a destroyed apartment building the Shinigami looked to where he had been thrown from to where he was, it was quite a distance. He lifted himself from the rubble and forced his way out of the building falling to the ground below.

He could hear the words that the enemy had shouted ringing in his head after the small reprieve but now was the time to deal with the situation. Still carrying the blade in hand he loosened the grip on it to get the maximum length from it, as he moved quickly to the middle of the battlefield that the two had built for themselves he saw the redhead as he spouted some more words that meant nothing now. "...." The eerie silence coming from him was only compounded with the seemed glazed look in his eyes he stood about arm's breadth from the boy, taking in everything about him he noted the slight twitching coming from his right arm. As he got closer the Shinigami began to speak, the tone was not like before it was rougher and more sinister yet the sense of uninterest was still there. "I'd usually be expected to care about civilian casualties, damage done to the city, possible attack...But none of that matters...I'd usually say that I'd fight you to protect the innocent and get stronger doing it..." he tilted his left arm up with the remainder of his blade. "But right now that means jackshit, the only thing that remains...Is for me to take something from you that will act as my 'thank you' " The nature of his speech was irregular, Dansen seemed to care little for what was going on who this boy even was and why he was even doing this. He just wanted to give him a show of appreciation.

His movement was quick, even for the teen the noting of the Shinigami as he made his effort to flash-step out of his line of sight would be quite difficult. After that the next move would be for the redhead a situation that would be quite perilous. The Shinigami had moved to his right-side, his first movement was to attack the right arm of the human. This however was a feint, if the boy moved to defend with his extremities Dansen would pull back his blade, it having become quite slippery from the blood coursing down it and moving it to a position to have the blade jut out as the Spirit forced it forwards. Right into the human's right eye... He had time to move but even so the simple act of retreat might have been too much for the redhead, fear...It meant nothing to Dansen now, if the enemy moved away Dansen would only be a hair's breadth from his eye and would force his weapon even further forward meaning to cut a horizontal path to gut the eye of the human if he were cowardly enough to retreat, it would be difficult for the enemy to get out of this without getting some retina damage.

As he went forward with his attack he looked to his opponent with the same uncaring face. "You're muscles are quite hard to cut through I'm sure, but you can't train your eyes to do much more than watch as they are cut out of your skull, if you wanted me to be as bloodthirsty as you then unfortunately you choose the wrong person..." He stopped a moment as he gave an unnerving smile. "If I were to be like you I couldn't be sure if I could stop killing everything that crossed my path, so your eye will have to be payment for breaking my Zanpakutō and for your little 'gift'."

"This is why I fight, not for morals or to protect the weak, its to test the mettle of one person's soul with my own. Will they kill or be killed, how debased will they become to win to raise their arms in victory...To live another second just to fight another battle. My blade is not a tool of justice, to deny a weapon its purpose is to see it fall to dust and wither away...My blade is meant for cutting, chopping, gouging and bleeding...My blade is for killing and my soul is its avatar." The thoughts rang out in the head of the Shinigami, recounting like some sort of twisted mantra the words getting ever so more ruthlessly loud in his mind blotting out all that could stop the Spirit only one thought was held onto, being pushed and pulled around, but still there. "I hope that I have enough of myself to not kill this person...." The small hope was in the dark the feelings of hate, anger and ruthless aggression still remained stronger and it was almost impossible to believe that such an ideal could continue after every dark thought and way to incur pain that Dansen had thought up against this human, but it was still there...
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You said that you are alive. You told me that you can move. You felt that you can feel the pain that chills beneath your spine. Are YOU alive?

"Ku.. You think i'll simply die from that? Heh.. Hahaha... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

He grasped with his left hand against the blade tightly that was pierced beneath his right eye. He had let out a somehow psychopathic laugh, with an expression that was seen by quite a few victims, but that's the end of it when they've seen that look of his. It was just a smirk, very psychopathic, and yet when someone looks within that very smirk of his, fear would simply pierce through their very hearts and down to their spine. "Yes yes.. An average human wouldn't live with a blade piercing beneath their very eye that was deep enough to kill a person before they get to scream. Although, i disliked this sort of 'specialities' of mine.".

He gripped the blade even tighter, his muscles begins to act by itself in an abnormal way, and by this time, the young shinigami may feel a little bit eerie and somewhat pressurized by a strange pressure and weight. This may be a warning sight for most people nearby Sou, as things will about to get even worse. "I couldn't make any friends, everyone avoided me because of fear, i hated everyone. I despised them. I wanted to destroy them. Until someone, a shinigami like you, glitter like a light and made me feel better. But this isn't the case right now."

"If you think this very blade that went through my eye can kill me, or severely injuring me. Then you're wrong. My fucking body wouldn't allow me to live like a normal person and learn like a normal person. And your actions that had placed this blade within my eye made me feel even worse.. Not worse.. Much.. angrier. Don't get too cocky over my disabled right arm.. Just because it had shut itself down doesn't mean i could not use my other arm. I apologize if my 'negotiations' are a little bit too overboard.. but.. THIS DOESN'T MEAN I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU."

"THAT'S IT WITH THE FUCKING CHIT-CHATTERS. YOU'LL SEE THIS SCENERY AND PLACE FOR THE LAST TIME, BECAUSE YOU WON'T BE SEEING THIS ANYMORE.. MOTHERFUCKER!". His hand would simply crush the blade into tiny fragments of spiritual particles left from the crushed blade, leaving a hole onto his eye. His left arm began to rise up to the air, while the 'air' pressure at a large radius had began to rise, affecting heavily to both physical and spiritual beings. This may feel strange for those that are affecting them heavily, especially the young shinigami that had pierced his very eye. It wasn't a spiritual pressure, not an energy source, but more like an overwhelming amount of strength that keeps increasing into a much further level. 100 percent.. 200 percent.. 300 percent.. 500 percent.. As the percentage of his strength continues to increase, those that are affected heavily by the air pressure could or may still not kneel down whilst being overwhelmed by the ridiculous amount of strength released off from his left arm. Many may still wonder how does his strength could affect the surrounding at such an extent. The main occurance comes from his little chi energy resides inside of him and the brain itself.

Chi energy could still release weak energy pulses or signals that may detectable and felt by those who could have the ability to detect them, while his brain is also a part of it, since its main job is to maintain his body at a good shape and controls all the activities within his body. As Sou would dramatically increase his energy, his brain took note of that action and begins to process the little chi energy by extending it into a higher level in order to keep balance of his body. The extension, however, would affect very well most part of his body since one's energy cannot be extended at a further level unless they developed at a point where their energy would grow. This 'forced' extension from his brain could release a tremendous amount of pressure to the air and the surroundings, forcing both physical and spiritual beings to kneel down, but it can be an exception if there are those who could overwhelm his pressure with enough spiritual power.

Expanding his strength to a thousand percentage, it was enough as Sou did not want to damage his body to the extend of being unrepairable state. The closer the dark red-haired male begins to approach the shinigami, the stronger the pressure gets, while the surroundings that are close to Sou would crush the pieces of the earth into pieces and force a crack for every step he takes. The second Sou was close before the male, he had a soft smile, "Let me tell you this: Fear makes you stronger. Why? So that you may understand your weakness. That is all.. Now SLEEP TIGHT.". His left fist approaches to the young shinigami's body, impacting against his torso that may be capable enough to rip the victim's ribcage apart and damaging the spiritual particles inside them, and possibly damaging their soul as well with only a scratch, but the impact would not kill off the young shinigami as the impact may only severely wound the young shinigami. The damage wasn't only to the ribcage and the spiritual particles itself. The impact's force and vibration was enough to flow across the victim's entire body to fry off his nerves, not destroying it, shattering his bones and Sou himself, hopefully that he did not damage the shinigami's brain nor the skull and the spine itself, as it may result some serious damage to it due to the massive vibration given off from the impact.

As for Sou's condition, not only his limbs would stop working by the force he had released, he has to be placed down to sleep as his human body was unable to tolerate such a release and extension of his body that may tire him out. He needs someone to at least bring him to whatever place they could to allow his own body to repair by itself from the damage it took, but it may take long. "This is why.. i fucking hate my damn life..", blood coughed off from his throat when he finished his sentence. Sou was still awake, or at least, trying to be awake in order to see the young shinigami's condition. There is no possible way for the young shinigami to avoid such a release of energy, overwhelming pressure and fear. Even if he could, it doesn't mean that the vibration will not be able to reach his body. Using the same trick would hardly work as well, since if he took on the impact regardless of what method he uses, even if it hurts less than what he had imagined, it doesn't mean the vibration won't break down the shinigami's body. Although, he only gets to wait and wait..




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