Welcoming the Diversity (Luda)

Zeda stood there, the movements of his new comrade were slow, much slower than those of the individuals he had been sparring with. It was clear that Yoma lacked finessed, nevertheless he seemed set on taking the Captain out. Zedas eyes wondered, he thought of today’s lunch menu, right now he was rather hungry, ramen would be nice he thought to himself. His attire blew in the wind, Yoma repositioned his arms and began his first attack. The blade of his Zanpakutō began descending down on Zeda while he edged his head to one side and smiled at his valiant effort; next, Zeda simply took a step to the right and two steps forward. Because of Yomas sloppy movement, he managed to move right by him while evading both his body and blade. As he moved, his left hand tugged hold of the ribbon that would have been holding his attire tight and together.

Zedas hands sunk into his pockets along with the ribbon as he passed Yoma. One of his feet arose and tapped him forward a little, because of the gap in speed and Yomas forward momentum, he would essentially fall forward upon contact and be laughed at by the rest of the Squad. After the passing of the initial attack, Zeda noticed a small explosion but out of the blue, the young members Zanpakutō began flying toward him, the blade moved rather uncontrollably. Zeda watched the blade as he predicted its trajectory. There seemed to be something wrong though, Yomas attacks were toned down and something from within was interfering. Zedas right hand slipped out of the pocket as it extended and took hold of the hilt of Yomas Zanpakutō, upon doing so; he rotated and threw it with almighty force. The blade was intended to intentionally collide with the wall behind Yoma. Upon collision with the wall, it shattered and crumbled down into collectives of rubble.

Because of Yomas rapid movement he wouldn’t have noticed the lack of the ribbon yet. Suddenly, Yomas flames began erupting into the surrounding area; some of the members began moving back while others simply stood and watched. Zedas stood perfectly still as Yoma launched forward and began a series of punches and kicks, Zeda had something in mind thought, something that would stop Yoma dead in his tracks. As Yoma approached the squad members began moving back and Zeda simply took a step forward. His immense and hot spiritual pressure began flooding the ten meter radius; he flames were enraged by Yomas lack of prowess. In Zedas and Kios books, if one was to wield a Zanpakutō, they shouldn’t throw it as its both a sight of desperation and a weakness. The spiritual pressure released would stop Yoma dead in his tracks, it was overwhelming really, but even if it didn’t quite stop him it would slow him down considerably as his body would begin to feel rather heavy while within the zone of his spiritual pressure.

In that instant, Zeda seemed to blur out of existence prior to re-appearing. This was because of his fast movement, to the untrained eye it would seem like a blur or sand that had been floating around his body but what he in fact did was appear by the rubble, withdraw Yomas Zanpakutō and re-appear in his previous location prior to placing the blunt end of the blade to Yomas neck. “Well, your not too bad. A bit rash but not too bad, now why don’t you let Yoma back to play, ey? ” Over time, Zeda managed to determine what was happening. There was mention of sudden diversity in the Yazakis behaviour, but no one knew why; Zeda had come to a rather un concise conclusion and decided to test his theory by questioning and requesting the presence of Yoma Yazaki.

It was hard for someone to act so polite one minute and so destructive another, Zeda had two things in mind. The first was that Yoma had another spirit inside him which dominated in combat situations or the second; he had a split personality disorder. It was without a doubt one of those two, but which, well that was a whole other mystery in itself. As Zeda finished speaking, the smell of sweet chilie and ramen began to enter the battle area. It was time to eat… The squad members stood still awaiting a response from Yoma, they didn’t want to miss a fight, in case it became the talk of the Seireitei. This was the first time that the launch queues weren’t flooded by the squad members, only time would tell how Yoma Yazaki would react though.