The Captains Training Grounds Iriko

[THEFROST] · Sun Feb 09, 2014 10:07 pm

Tsubasa stood silently waiting the report went out from his desk what he intended. Training for those that desired, they only need arrive and those who did would earn something great far more so than what most would ever expect. The Head Captain was offering training and a method to strengthen the power they had, he developed a new kido specially for it. Only a couple people he expected would turn down training like that, his eyes looked on waiting. Tsubasa had become far more powerful than what most would expect, his practice of shunko and perfecting the power that he wasn't able to control had been completed with great skill. Tsubasa had practiced for a long time now, powers and strength had grown immensely. It was time for the Captains to grow as well, his duty as the Head Captain was clear. It was to teach each of them and give the ones that desire it personal one on one time. The place set up was a mountainous area with nothing around it for miles which it seemed to go for miles without end. The area had barriers in place that were beyond firm, to withstand the pressure Tsubasa gave off. He sat waiting calmly in a chair, his crimson gaze seemed almost deadly. He wasn't in the murderous mode yet, many knew he could switch it on and off. This was the professional Tsubasa, he was waiting for the first Captain to come. Healers would tend to him and the other after the battle, it would be time to pick it up soon. To help them grow he invented a new move, he would have to craft the spell right first, his eyes thought about the ones which would be tough to circulate the energy with entirely. Tsubasa remained quiet as he waited, this mission was something he decided to do after the compromise with the Iramasha.

Tsubasa looked at Hiroshi his student the young one he couldn't yet train to the full extent, he wasn't ready not yet of course. But the Captains they were capable of fighting Tsubasa though they should know he is more than capable of fighting most of them evenly if need be. His eyes of crimson stared waiting for the first arrival as his mind began tactical thoughts, Tsubasa's reiatsu quaked through this place almost as massive as the ocean in some arguments. But he didn't care for such crude measurements of one's power, if you wished to know how strong someone was fight them. That was the simple way of doing it, each person had a choice to make on what they wanted. Professional Tsubasa could do things a certain way and make sure it was educational for them. While if they asked him to fight without restraint to fight as though he was going to kill. They would get an entirely different animal, Tsubasa would fight with the purpose of killing them. Simple as that, in this stage he would simply resort to training tactics.

The Divisions of which needed work, most of them could be far stronger. But two he'd yet to see much out of were indeed Captain Iriko and Zeda, they had great potential to be stronger. Tsubasa had strengthened his kido so he didn't have to resort to his Zanpakutō as often. However in doing so he made himself a monster in this form of fighting. Creating moves that went beyond simple logic, his eyes looked upwards at the sky and the clouds. Soon it would begin, the first Training between him and one of the people that worked under him. He'd not met all of the Captains yet, Tsubasa wasn't ready for that. Hope had been seized now it was time to maintain it. To do this the Captains needed to be stronger, capable of fighting people like Tsubasa himself. He couldn't always be the one that fought, others had to fight for him. Tsubasa could however do one thing, he could prepare them, prepare them for the war.

Central 46 heard what he planned and set up, they approved that radical methods were needed for this situation. The Gotei 13 needed to get stronger so it could stand against those who were coming. The best candidate to train the Captains who could than train the people under them for the coming battles was he himself. Yamamoto had only trained two students in his time in Jyushiro and Shunsui, he told both his plan. They thought it was a proactive way of doing things that would make the balance better in the Gotei 13. Bring them stability that could change the future should he not be around. Tsubasa didn't know the answers to everything, he took the world a day at a time. Making tomorrow greater than the day before was kept the quiet man going, he didn't know the answers to many things. But this one was clear, to bring balance everyone must get stronger and Tsubasa would accomplish it through training each Captain willing to do so. The time drew near the first would arrive soon, Tsubasa's eyes closed softly as he waited.

Sun Feb 09, 2014 10:23 pm

Iriko Crow

The Dragon of the North, Seiryuu

"What kind of ignorance do I have to attend to today..."

The very dissapointed sounding voice asked, as down from the sky a figure appeared. His body was lax, laying within a bubble that was descending downwards. To be honest, he looked more like a lump that was molding to the inside of the bottom of the bubble, what with his cloak sprawled all around him and the disheveled look on his face. His eyes were not even looking up, but were rather gazing downwards, his head hanging forwards so that his hair concealed his eyes.

At last, as the bubble touched the ground, it suddenly warped and changed, the massive bubble flowing behind Iriko's body as it reshaped into a large pillar, which his back rested on. He finally began to open his eyes, his head slowly lifting up as he beheld the appearance of the man in front of him. "Nothing to write of here..." He muttered to himself, not quite critically but more of something that he simply could not do, as if a hobby could not be performed. It was true; he had left his parchment and pens at home today, leaving him bare as he looked at the male before him, the bubble at his back growing as the massive pillar grew further in height, touching the top of the barrier and growing about twelve times as wide as Iriko's body as he rested on the newly created wall.

His right hand dipped forwards, a small bubble blower lowering into a container around his neck. Spiritually enhanced detergent flowed around it as he put it to his lips, blowing it out at last as a solid stream of bubble resulted from his action. The stream flowed over to where Tsubasa was standing, and most of them popped harmlessly on him and the ground around him. A few, however, remained around the area, even as Iriko dipped his bubble blower back into the liquid once more, looking up with those eyes of his. Those eyes, that seemed to lack purpose; but at the same time, contained so much pure fire that their will could not be denied; never could they truly be denied, so long as the male continued to draw breath.

"So how are you even going about this?"

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[THEFROST] · Mon Feb 10, 2014 1:26 am

Tsubasa's eyes opened as he sensed the arrival of Iriko, the Captain of the fifth Division. The Man was impressive indeed, his spiritual pressure was something to keep in mind. He could try and put the cuffs on him but that wouldn't mean much would it, he would need to calibrate them to an extent, he could tell by looking at the form of Iriko. Tsubasa walked to him his haori flowing in the wind as he could feel the sheer size of the place around them. This was massive and seemed capable of drowning a person if they weren't careful, Tsubasa could sense this better than most. His eyes held Iriko's figure as he walked over looking at him. This one would benefit greatly from using them, he'd most likely break them though do to his reiatsu's quality. He raised a hand drawing symbols in the earn, switching them around to enhance a couple qualities of his spell to fit around the male, though he knew right away it didn't work when the spell didn't come correctly. He drew the symbol again making a change with his finger. Crimson was the color of the cords, they were wrapped around his feet and wrist and would feel intensely heavy on both body and energy. "This and.." Tsubasa paused before walking away, he could read the quality of a person's energy after all being the former Captain of Squad 12 left him with a great deal of knowledge. Though he also was studying each Captain for these tests more so than just simply applying them, he knew full well that Iriko had an extremely powerful reiatsu and things had to be set a certain way to handle it. But he anticipated they would break though when he couldn't be certain, he knew time was important though he waited now as he appeared away from Iriko.

"Come at me how you see fit, the cuffs will aid in your development." Tsubasa said, stating this calmly. Iriko was a powerful Shinigami and when the war began Tsubasa know he was going to be needed, this battle that was coming on the wings was important. And one maybe two strong fighters could give them the edge they needed, Iriko and the Captains were extremely important and Tsubasa knew it. So he decided to think of a way to begin this as neatly as possible, however he did accept the fact that not all things would go the way he wanted. Tsubasa was more than aware this fight would be interesting. He held Byakko just below it's hilt waiting now, his reiatsu was ready to be released at a moment's notice. Whatever came next well that was up to reasonable thought truthfully, Iriko could attack he supposed it was all up to him truthfully all Tsubasa could do at this point was wait for the outcome. He didn't plan to charge, after all it was training for now.

Tue Feb 11, 2014 2:42 pm

"…"

Iriko's eyes were examining the script that Tsubasa was putting in the air. If they were of a kido in nature, then Iriko would be bale to read them near perfectly and understand them. However, he likely would not be able wield them, as the kido would likely be Bakudo. Bakudo and Iriko simply did not mix; he could not fire not even a lick of it. At last, he saw that there were cords that were going around his body, and without warning his eyes both twitched, listening to Tsubasa speak. "I can break these cuffs."

Was all he said, as he looked down at them. Yes, they felt like a weight on his body; the decreasing size of the pillar erected behind him was plain of that. However, the sense that was pouring from him as storm clouds began to form in the sky was not a normal one. Indeed, it was like that of a wild, rampaging animal; but focused and controlled. The sensation would likely take Tsubasa by surprise as Iriko's mouth opened up, the gaze in his eyes one that emitted pure denial towards what was on his hands… And effortlessly his hands moved, so much spiritual pressure pouring out from him that the ground near his body cracked as he removed the cuffs on his arms and legs, still looking directly at Tsubasa.

"...Weak. Did you think a mere chain could hold me back, Commander?" Was all he asked as he stretched his arms and legs, relaxing once more as the bubbles that had started to form along his skin diminished once more, breathing out as his aura calmed. "...Such a mistake… A sonnet, perhaps…? Maybe free verse…. Or blank…? In any case… The poetry of that blunder shall be excellent to record." He muttered allowed, cracking his neck as he looked at Tsubasa. "However, I won't give you a free shot like that again." He said, suddenly flashing forwards as he performed a shunpo, the cloud of bubbles behind Tsubasa changing as a blade shot forwards at the back of his head, attempting to run him through as Iriko grabbed another blade, swinging it about as it attached to his bubble blower.

"I'm not just going to let you bind me. If you can't even do that, then what good will you be for anything? " He asked as his right arm spun around, his body spinning about, his feet spread far apart as he aimed to cleave the top of Tsubasa's body off. There was no hesitation in his attack; there was no holding back. If this hit, Tsubasa would certainly be damaged by it; perhaps even losing an arm. However, that was not all that the Fifth Division Captain was doing. His mouth was slowly opening, words leaving it as his left hand pointed at Tsubasa.

"Hadō 1: Sho."

He stated simply, as without warning a massive sphere of energy appeared around Iriko's body. At first it lashed out; if Tsubasa was nearby, his body would be sent flying from the sudden force that was exerted against him. At last, the sphere began to calm down as it hovered around Iriko's body. His eyes continue to stare at the male in front of him, the bubbles around them beginning to divide and multiply. The Sho barrier around him was so low maintainence that he did not even need to think about it; it would repel both physical and spiritual forces so long as it was around his body. Should it have to resist something, he would be forewarned and submit more energy to keep it away or react accordingly. This ability simply showed his mastery of Hadō; a one level was being used at a level that would make it equivalent to another man's barrier.

"And if you really aren't a worthy Captain Commander, then I'll kill you." He said coldly, without emotion as he looked at the male before him, waiting to see what it was that he would do next.

[THEFROST] · Tue Feb 11, 2014 7:47 pm

Tsubasa flexed his reiatsu at the choice made by Iriko, using the lighting formed from it eat away at the attack choice, Tsubasa understood now. Iriko would require a special touch something only he could provide, the young man was desiring to show his prowess. The Hadō was impressive though, Tsubasa's energy had trouble before he really flexed it and blew the attack away by releasing a larger torrent of lighting. His eyes looked on at the form of Iriko now, his hand came slowly as he spoke now. [color=red]"Hadō 33, Sokatsui" A giant blast of blue engulfed the figure of Iriko if he remained, would he be able to take the massive attack from Tsubasa as he did with his. The only reason Tsubasa was able to do that came to the fact of Iriko's choice of kido. Tsubasa powering it down with his energy and such came down to the fact that the Hadō Spell was still sho, while it was the most impressive sho he'd seen. Tsubasa could say that Irkio's prowess with kido was the best of the Captain's he would face. Tsubasa wasn't considered the strongest for no reason. The title was given to him for a reason, his eyes looked on at Iriko as he stood still waiting. His eyes focusing in now as everything slowed down, it was time to calculate his enemies next move. This was a Captain, not just a child learning someone who needed to be treated as such. He drew his Zanpakutō now as he waited for Iriko's next move. Tsubasa's training over kido had allowed him to use them extremely effectively. Tsubasa's eyes looked on as he spoke now letting Iriko hear a bit of praise as his reiatsu calmed down flexing it like that put pressure on things around here and wasn't something he wanted to do if he could help it. "If I'd not been as strong as I am..that would of worked well, your Kido is exceptionally good..You must of worked hard to get it as powerful as you did, I would say once you are as powerful as I am..you would be able to beat most enemies with just sho.." Tsubasa had given praise to Iriko's first move, this was the beginning though.

The bubbles were interesting to Tsubasa as well, he was an interesting fellow to deal with. Tsubasa had fought many tough enemies but he had to have confidence in himself, his eyes of crimson showed a professional nature that few others could bring across. Tsubasa had been warned of such he spoke now calmly, he didn't really regard the threat as anything. He looked at Iriko as he held his Zanpakutō at the ready. Considering the male hadn't moved yet Tsubasa prepared to get ready to unleash his full arsenal after the Sokatsui. Using simple kido to answer one, Iriko was the type who only responded to power sort of and the need.

Tsubasa raised his sword holding it with two hands now and pointing it at Irkio. The battle was ready to begin, Iriko was a kido genius and no slouch at all. But now it was time to test him and help him grow. He'd misunderstood the meaning of the cuff's but it was fine. The guy didn't need them nor did he need conventional training, much like some of the others. He just needed a good fight that would settle it. Tsubasa's expression remained still, having blocked that Hadō attempt with his energy was one thing. Iriko's power was indeed extremely impressive, something most should worry about crossing paths with. Tsubasa was fortunate for two things, one being stronger in energy enough so he could generate lighting to deflect Hadō one. His eyes waited as he got ready, it was time to begin. Defeating Iriko at the kido game was an option but something he wanted to do only if he needed to do so. Tsubasa was aware of the barrier, what would happen to Iriko after the Sokatsui from the Commander. Well that was entirely up to debate, his gaze remained focused on the males figure waiting for a result.

His sword was set to move, testing the area as he waited to engage. So far Iriko's combat prowess was fantastic, he had great perception and was going to be a good person to fight for Tsubasa, the first test was always the best one normally, Tsubasa was looking forward to observing Iriko's habits and the way he fought. He could give him training to help him grow in the middle of the fight, professionalism was Tsubasa's greatest strength one of them anyways. His duty was to train the Captains to a level where they could do a great deal. Tsubasa's power and skills, he was getting a feel for them in these fights. The first one was always the hardest to figure out how to reign them in. The Sokatsui he created had been larger than previously by a decent amount. It was fair to say he had somethings to work on, but Tsubasa's kido was indeed impressive Hadō 31 was something he could perform without much trouble.

The battle would commence now, Iriko vs Tsubasa.

Wed Feb 19, 2014 3:25 pm

Iriko Crow

The Dragon of the North, Seiryuu

So,
it was the man did fight,
Prepared his form to kite;
And to slam his foe down;
He slew a Crow around...
So thought he, great and bright.
Yet just the start of fight.

The male's eyes merely took in the area around him, feeling the Sokatsui approach him. The massive amount of blue fire coursed around him, and he let not a single expression out from his face as he moved his body, feeling his Sho giving way. Seems I'll have something to teach him after all... He thought bluntly to himself as he vanished from the spot, the kido catching his left arm as he dodged and badly singing his flesh, leaving even the appearance of the bone underneath.

However, Iriko seemed completely unperturbed. The flesh had been cauterized shut by the use of flames; so while the injury was rather apparent, it was surprising that the male could stay so cool literally under fire. While the kido that had battled had obviously been the victory of the captain, the look in Iriko's eyes most likely went against what one would expect. He looked just as before; as if this were completely beneath him, as if the one who had just lost their exchange had been obviously Tsubasa. However, such thoughts did not occupy his mind; his glare was merely that of set determination, knowing that what had just occurred had levels so deep that to make this captain understand the folly of his ways... they could not protect the Seireitei with such weakness.

"Once I 'am' as powerful as 'you' are?"

Was all he asked, his voice obviously mimicking the confused but in such a manner that it made it plain what Iriko's thoughts on the subject were. He merely sighed as he performed another shunpo, his body reappearing a good dozen feet in the air as he regarded the situation below him coldly, the breeze from this altitude beginning to throw about his cloak. Lightning. I'm at a disadvantage up here with the nature of his energy... or so it seems. He reflected to himself, even as he began to blow.

His pipe had been set on his lips as he reappeared, and the bubbles scattered, swarming all over the area where Iriko was, hundreds of the bubbles floating about in the air around him, his eyes closed as if in meditation. Tsubasa's words had effected him; they had made him realize something that was at the center of his heart... and made him absolutely furious. "...........And by what right do you believe you are able to train me... or any of the captains, for that matter?" He asked the male below him, tilting his head to the side as a single bubble rose out of the soapy ground behind Tsubasa's body. Deep within it was a bright purple light, and then without warning it popped, shattering.

The resulting explosion created a massive burst of power focused and centered on Tsubasa's body. Purple flames, the results of a Hadō 61: Haien, pressed down on every side of his body as the air radiated from pure heat. Iriko's cloak had begun to flap in the wind as he began to run about, the bubbles flowing around his feet as he ran circles above where his attack had just been performed, creating a circular platform out of his bubbles. The bubbles he had produced all meshed together in this ring, and slowly began to change, weapons emerging out of it from its top, its sides, and even its underbelly. Spears, swords, arrows... all manners of weaponry appeared, though Iriko's eyes were still on Tsubasa.

"There once was Tsubasa, a captain,
Who though himself a commander, his lightning a snappin',
But when he awoke to reality of life,
He lost the power he gained to a knife.
His trust was for only himself for certain.

Iriko spoke loudly over the tones of the battlefield, finally jumping straight up into the air and going into a Shunpo as he rose even higher, his neck careening slightly to look at Tsubasa, wherever it was that he had gone. "After all, your toll is your goal, is it not?" He wondered aloud, as the strange circular platform began to shine, the bubbles within it shimmering a great multitude of colors. Iriko's gaze was completely solid as he locked his eyes on Tsubasa's form, even if the male should join him this far in the air...

Before without warning, massive shots of pure energy, Hadō 88: Hiryugekizokushintenraiho (飛竜撃賊震天雷砲, Flying Dragon-Striking Heaven-Shaking Thunder Cannon) flew out of the center of the platform, moving like a massive bolt of lightning as the extremely dense spiritual pressure slammed into where Tsubasa was standing at speeds so great that the roar of its passage could only be heard a few moments after the shot had fired. It would then, perhaps, become somewhat clear what was occurring. The bubbles of the platform were infused with Hadō 88's nature, and were gathering reishi around it and focusing it within its center, before releasing the blasts with an immense amount of power. Tsubasa's lightning wouldn't be able to work properly against this; after all, it was of the same nature as that which he used, electricity formed by spirit energy. However, it was extremely densely packed, so much so that the only way to begin to disperse it would be to separate the middle particles from the outside particles at the exact same time; in other words, moving the blast.

However, it was not just that blast that Tsubasa had to worry about. Without warning, two more blasts fired, both aiming directly for Tsubasa. After the passage of the third, Iriko's own body appeared before the man, his entire body surrounded by a massive plethora of weapons, his hands gripping onto the bubble blade made out of his zanpaktou as the weapons surged forwards, Iriko's focus on his spirit energy turning completely into the bubble blade as the captain-class weapon descended down on Tsubasa's most likely distracted form; after all, the only real way of getting out of this was to push the whole lot of them away... though there was a problem with that.

And the problem was the bubble that was flowing out of Iriko's back from behind, acting like a wall as he struck down on Tsubasa, the focus of his power on the wall or blade depending on what needed the strength down to the millisecond; his mind's power was truly extraordinary. Finally, he released his grip on the bubble blade as it shattered after his strike, his body suddenly vanishing once more in a Shunpo as he reappeared on top of the platform as its color began to change, taking on a strange gray.

"So have you figured it out now...? Have you figured it out...? You can't win this fight." The voice of Iriko spoke, not referring to the physical combat between them. He was referring to Tsubasa's ideals in this 'training', the concept of reigning the male in. His willpower was so intense, the walls that he had built up around himself so hard that even he himself could not breach them if he desired to. However, perhaps his words were lost; after all, the massive tornado which had appeared within the ring, Hadō 58: Tenran becoming intricately powered within the massive ring as it drew in more and more reishi, becoming a massive, devastating tornado. The fact that it was being controlled to the point where it did not even chip the platform around it was a testament to Iriko's finite manipulations of Hadō; but once again, that fact was most likely overshadowed by the massive thing which Iriko was now standing next to, his hair being gripped and pulled out of his face, revealing his forehead and eyes, full of determination.

The ball was now in Tsubasa's court; he had a massive problem filled with the rage of nature and detestable to most natural beings. Oh, and a giant tornado.

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[THEFROST] · Sat Feb 22, 2014 1:26 pm

Tsubasa observed and listened, the bubble had a purple light within it. Poetry, one compliment and this one got elated it seemed he was such. That didn’t surprise him much; Tsubasa’s orbs looked around as everything slowed down. It was as though these bubbles moved in slow motion as he didn’t move; Tsubasa gracefully avoided it using the training of the petals to aid him. But this one wasn’t done yet, creating a large blast but he was in for a surprise. Tsubasa’s frame seemed to stop as a mirror formed in front of him. The entire Hadō was sucked into the mirror seeming to disappear completely; his gaze looked on at Iriko. It seemed he would need to teach this one and prove it to him perhaps. Why he was given this position, it was not for meaningless power.

Reiatsu glowed around Tsubasa lighting shot everywhere, it lit up the entire area as though coming to life off of a switch. Both shots were devoured completely by the mirror he created within a moment. Tsubasa wasn’t going to consider this anything but a lesson, but it seemed a different kind needed to be taught. Tsubasa looked at Iriko who was much like the children of his clan, asking questions instead of looking for results. It wasn’t something he wasn’t accustomed to handling though.

Tsubasa decided to mount an offense unlike anything that Iriko would of seen likely. His formation of the first mirror meant something would be coming sooner or later; those two shots would be able to be fired back in a minute or perhaps two. Tsubasa used a shunpo vanishing completely as he arrived behind Iriko, he was sure the male could detect him. He hadn’t answered the question; he brought both hands to his Zanpakutō now. His digits clasped the hilt in a very soft many, but something about them seemed firm. The swing came down it seemed nothing happened at first, but it came a moment later. Tsubasa’s swing created an explosion of force that would slice through everything in the way. It was a massive attack with a single stroke of the sword; Tsubasa wasn’t just a master but someone who surpassed even that with Zanjutsu.

But he wasn’t done yet, nor was Iriko he was certain of that much. ”As the Head Captain it’s my duty to ensure you are ready for War.” He said it calmly; it wasn’t something he was proud of. It was a duty that few others could handle, but Tsubasa was capable of doing so. He was someone who perhaps Iriko didn’t like which was fine. Tsubasa wouldn’t consider this a war between Captains, Iriko was going to be much like bronco’s and buck as often as he could. This simply was the way things had to be. Nothing was wrong with the situation, not all Captains learned the same way. Some had to learn from a method of combat that few others could match.

Iriko and perhaps Ibiki as well would learn this way. What else could he do, they needed to be prepared properly. And Tsubasa wouldn’t argue if Iriko wished to fight that was fine. ”I don’t care if you hate me, but I will not let people die needlessly even if it means teaching people who are blinded. Tsubasa basically made it clear, was he angry? No that wasn’t it he stated the truth of the matter and calmly at that. Tsubasa didn’t care about what people thought of him. It was like this since he was young, confident and sure of himself was what he stood for.

Tsubasa didn’t believe for a moment that anyone could be naïve to think Australia wouldn’t have repercussions. For every action there is a reaction, Tsubasa was ready to move again as he remained light on his feet ready to dodge. Using his warrior’s sense to focus in on objects, the radar was effective against people coming in. But when they were staying at a range like Iriko was it truly was a hard task to handle something like this.

Tsubasa knew some of the Captains would require proof that he was a capable leader. He gazed on towards Iriko’s direction as his clothing caught the breeze, it wouldn’t be long the static build up in the air was thick. Iriko was in Tsubasa’s area and perhaps he didn’t know it just yet. But the static would keep building up till it exploded almost. This was of course the nature of what people brought forward in powers. Tsubasa could release Byakko but Iriko wouldn’t learn anything that way, Iriko had impressive Kido and interesting moves. Had he not been very good with Kido himself he’d never of known the bubble had something dangerous in it. By looking at the element of it and judging the form he could tell it was dangerous.

Iriko was angry about something if not many things, Tsubasa could easily deduce that. But one thing remained clear cut from the beginning to the end. This man wasn’t to be underestimated; Iriko was one of the stronger Captains the Gotei 13 had. His personality did seem to have problems, but people are chosen. And Iriko had been chosen by the people of the fifth that was simply the fact as it was. Did he want to learn from Tsubasa, that was the question at hand?

The answer was pretty easy to deduce, Iriko thought himself capable on his own, they were different animals in the same cage. Tsubasa kept his frame within the sky as his haori blew in the breeze. This one was heavier than most as it was worn by the man Yamamoto, Tsubasa wouldn’t allow himself to fail. The Gotei 13 would become stronger even if he had to carry them himself. He didn’t care Tsubasa for once had a goal, something to drive towards the wish to surpass and become greater than Head Captain Yamamoto. Making the Gotei 13 a place of balance and peace was part of his dreams as well. Tsubasa would protect these people and help them even if they didn't want it, Tsubasa wasn't a killer any longer he was the Captain Commander and that was his Destiny. Iriko would now have a chance to accept his, this was the fate given to them both.

In summery Tsubasa's mirror had absorbed both kido as it was designed to do. The bubble upon his inspection had been dangerous so Tsubasa decided to avoid it, while he knew that Iriko was a skilled kido practitioner. He had little idea that the skill level was this good, it would be needed for him to use Zanjutsu. Was he feeling pressured by these things? Not in the slightest, Tsubasa's form seemed composed and cool as he looked on ready to continue this battle. Iriko had chosen his style of training on his own, Tsubasa had made these fairly adaptable and this wasn't just a training but a trial. Tsubasa would show them he was capable of leading, if they desired to test his fighting prowess than by all means they were welcome to do so. The mirrors could absorb energy up to Hadō 99 and something told Tsubasa with Iriko it may come out here.

Sun Feb 23, 2014 7:12 pm

"…………………………………"

Silence. That was all that possessed Iriko as he felt the presence of Tsubasa moving behind him, before he released a massive attack. The attack flew forwards, and it slammed into the back of where Iriko's body was. However, something was odd; the massive explosion of force had… paused. Where it attempted to press down on, there was a single bubble, standing in the exact middle of the blast, extending upwards and downwards rapidly. He didn't even wince or move as the flesh on either sides of his arms was ripped into pieces, his hands lighting on fire as he moved them over the flesh, cauterizing it. To most, this would be an immensely painful act to perform so quickly; but Iriko merely took it in as a matter of course.

"That is pathetic." Iriko said simply in reply to Tsubasa's reason.

"A man fighting for just his first command;
Yet knows not what hand he fights for.
Therefore, he fights just what he would demand…
Yet lacks wisdom of his allies' own true core.
What hope has he of making them his men?
When he has not yet seen the blade that sings.
He knows not what means to be a friend…
But binds those he meets in foolish small rings.
To be a leader must use all talents at hand.
But when he looks to his own he loses sight.
What power has man without their hearts
This fact, it lies without knowledge of might.
You can overpower my body with electric shock.
But it does not matter when your heart is rock."

The words, harsh, but Iriko's honest opinion, left his mouth, taking none less than the form of a Shaskesperian Sonnet. "War…? War is for two people… leaders and poets. One grinds his teeth… The other weeps. Following someone without a soul isn't something I plan to support. You are thinking of statistics, and statistics only. You know nothing of the tragedy. Nothing, absolutely nothing of it." He growled, his eyes alight with a different kind of fire than normal. "To those words, I reject that cloak you wear around yourself." He stated simply, as the third Hadō 88 slammed into Tsubasa from behind, the first two taken care of, but the third slamming directly into the male with the entirety of its force, most likely leaving burns all across his body and completely obliterating that mantle which he wore around his body, leaving nothing of it but dust.

"Hate you? Needlessly?" He sneered, his eyes narrowing at Tsubasa. "You are so embroiled in the present and the future that you are refusing to acknowledge the past. That alone will cause people to needlessly die, you hypocrite. In fact, for you of all people to say that is the most hypocritical thing I've ever heard from a mouth…. Well, second most." He spoke, not even hatefully, but distastefully. "I don't hate you… But I do fear your ignorance. The captain of Squad 5 that disagreed with the Captain Commander ended up nearly destroying everything that the members of the Gotei have built up. Captain Commander Genryusai Yamamoto was taught this lesson by Shunsui Kyoraku and Joshiro Ukitake… If you can't understand the hearts of your men, then you doom yourself to weakness. If you still cannot understand that, then there is no reason for me to keep talking; you are just as much of a debauched destructor as Kublai Kahn, Adolf Hitler and Kin Iramasha." He said aloud, breathing out.

Perhaps Tsubasa had already noticed it; but in his speech, he had already stated that he was aware of the presence around him. "…" His lips pressed against the bubble blower as it expanded, completely covering his body from head to toe, a completely smooth surface made of spiritual energy that lacked any static whatsoever within it. He was aware that Tsubasa would likely attack the bubble he was in, but there wasn't that much for him to think about. In fact, that was another thing which disturbed him; the only thing that Tsubasa had done to him… was slash him. "...I have the blood of sword masters in my veins… And yet only one slash…" He muttered to himself, falling backwards in the bubble. To be honest, Tsubasa's actions were beginning to bore him. At this moment, he was recalling his intense studying, the theorems of Hadō, and preparing himself in the time that Tsubasa had allotted him with the miniscule amounts of pressure he had placed on the Shinigami Captain to restructure within his own mind his principles.

"…" However, at the same time, he was feeling disturbed by Tsubasa. If this was there leader, then what was going to happen to the Gotei? Was this truly all the man possessed? Iriko hoped that he had some form of trump card; because at present, Iriko saw no reason to even go into Shikai at this point. "I wonder… why are you so blind?"

As he asked this, the bubble around his body began to morph and shift, multiple bubbles beginning to pour out from it. The bubbles possessed dozens of different colors, and overall they were strange looking. There were yellows, reds, blues; there were whites, oranges, purples… An entire spectrum of colors that left from Iriko's body. He had finally reached a conclusion; he would have to incapacitate Tsubasa. "… Do you even know why all of us are Captains, Tsubasa Unabara?" He asked the male before him, honestly. While it was likely that Tsubasa could render the facts of why they were all captains; he did not know them. He did not know their experiences of them; he was not connected with them. He was a scientist; Iriko was a poet. The two of them were on the opposite sides of the spectrum. Iriko cared about the experience of information; Tsubasa cared about the results of the facts themselves. The journey, to Tsubasa, did not matter; only the end result. The journey, to Iriko, meant everything… absolutely everything.

"Who would follow you but a blithering fool clinging to those with power? Such a relationship is useless; it's all useless. Dame da, zen zen dame da." He uttered, as needles began to swarm outwards from his bubble, thousands of little needles swarming from around his form, all of them shining with a deep inner blue. The needles poured down around Tsubasa from every direction, though they had some unique properties; if that mirror were very show to them, they would rapidly dodge out of the way as fast as possible, completely diverting and attempting to impale Tsubasa from another angle. Whenever one of the needles connected with him, in addition to being as sharp as Iriko, a captain's, zanpaktou, it would unleash a sharp shot of Sokatsui, the blue flame Hadō, scorching against Tsubasa's most likely bare skin and damaging him. Iriko remained within his bubble as another bubble began to grow out of the top of his bubble, rapidly rising and growing as a terrific blade of bubble formed, ending in a tip that was just as sharp as Iriko's zanpaktou. Rapidly it began to descend, as if guided by Iriko's own hand, moving as fast as his own blade as it crashed downwards, attempting to bifurcate Tsubasa while he was already attempting to deal with the needles, which would harass him so long as he attempted to shoo them away or prevent them from dealing damage upon his form.

Finally, within the bubble, Iriko's right hand was pressed against the bubble, his body finally standing once more as the great blade that was pursuing Tsubasa dropped a single bubble from its end, which shone black. Suddenly, it shattered, and from its depths a single voice emerged. "So how do you react when you must face your opponent's attacks like a man?" The voice, like a recording, asked, as suddenly around Tsubasa's body a black box had formed, as if from nowhere; within the depths of the box was Tsubasa's form.

Without warning, blades began to rain down inside of the box from every direction, as great chains of darkness emerged from more bubbles around where Tsubasa's body used to be, binding themselves onto the kido as it increased the power and ferocity of the blades that assaulted Tsubasa's body from all angles in addition to the massive amounts of needles. Of course, Iriko was aware of the power of Tsubasa's mind; even if the male did not show it he could perhaps keep track of even all that. However, Iriko still maintained the vast amount of kido in his knowledge to his fingertips; and indeed, there were things the likes of which Tsubasa had never before had the ability to experience which Iriko could create. If he dared to underestimate the Captain of Bubbles, he would find himself not only laid out flat on his back, but even maimed or killed. Petty mistakes like missing the third shot that came from the platform that even now was still charging up the power of Tenran would not be able to be tolerated much longer… His body most likely would not be able to hold up against such force.

"If that is all you have to say and do… well, quite frankly, your job could be done by a machine. What does that say about yourself? Are you really so completely useless, so utterly emotionless that one without feelings could accomplish that which you desire?"

[THEFROST] · Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:46 am

"Now I see, your greatest flaw Iriko. You have no purpose nothing guides you are but a bubble awaiting to be popped. Nothing means anything to you, if anyone's task can be done by a machine it is yours.." Tsubasa responded, as the attacks converged on him it was an impressive move. But Tsubasa wasn't the type to be bothered by it, Iriko much like Crystal was young and had much growing to do. War was something leaders had to do, something people needed both sides to play at. This attack of Iriko's was impressive, but their was one tiny factor Iriko didn't know about. The details that Tsubasa had saved, above Iriko's form the second mirror was made. It released both of the attacks into Iriko's bubble and upon him. Tsubasa had created it during the first exchange of words. These attacks moved in slow motion, as Tsubasa remained still. His eyes looking around as he focused on the problem at hand. He supposed that Iriko had earned this much, he would show him his shunko for a moment.

" I know why everyone else is, you I do not for you have no purpose or true reasoning behind it. Everything you stood for is perhaps gone, the family you stand with are but people who ruined your life.." Around his body it formed, condensed reiatsu sparking to life as the attack of Iriko's was completely destroyed by his Shunko all sides had been wiped out as Tsubasa looked on now. Tsubasa wasn't going to allow Iriko much breathing room now, he wasn't a cold blooded killer anymore. " I have been learning from Ukitake Jyushiro on his mistakes. This was done so I could judge each one of your characters, see where I could help you..But for you, I would say helping would be harder. A man who cannot accept the future is but a man without a purpose. You lack any willpower or desire in you..thus you are simply a husk. I have not surrendered my soul, I desire the friendships I have made and the people entrusted to me to grow more. Iriko what is it you desire, do you even remember what they are?"

Tsubasa hadn't talked often but when he did their was a meaning behind it. Iriko had no soul to him he lacked anything of all the Captains he'd met and seen. This man lacked purpose or willpower. He didn't have desires, Tsubasa's shunko as it roared had destroyed everything around him Iriko's attack which had combined the power of kido into sword play had been impressive. But the white powerful shunko simply destroyed everything around him even the ground was dissolved almost instantly as he stood looking at Iriko now. " I have fear, unlike a machine I fear failing you all. But I cannot accept it and will do my best to accomplish my dreams. Unlike you Iriko I still have them, you who hates being bound by anything. Some claimed you wise but now I see only a child who has yet to know why he fights. Born into a family of swordsman who didn't even teach you purpose. Iriko your greatest flaw is not power, no for Crystal is greater than you in the respect that she has purpose."

Tsubasa had taken it easy on Iriko a great deal to try and figure the man out but from here on he would no longer do so. "Even Wolf has purpose, you have yet to even find yours, you truly are the child among the Captains.. You wear that Haori but have no desire no obligation to those around you, if anyone is truly a machine..Iriko it's you, I have changed my life and turned it around for the better. I won't leave here, because you need to learn purpose whatever it may be." Tsubasa wasn't going to trade a talk with him anymore, his purpose was to meet each Captain one on one. Not to display his strength for he desired that. This contest would of ended a long time ago. Iriko perhaps thought himself the equal of Tsubasa which was naive. But Tsubasa didn't mind, for others had similar beliefs. But he would have to show Iriko the facts now as his shunko ebbed around his body. He cracked his neck now, looking up at the male.

Tsubasa used speed of an extremely fast nature disappearing, using his shunpo. Tsubasa was far faster than most people could realize, he used it to appear behind Iriko. He took a single swing of his sword sending out a massive cut at the man after the previous kido had been shot at Iriko. Whatever came from here was going to be a fight, Tsubasa was done playing around with Iriko after the cut he brought his hand up. Deciding to use a high level kido without even saying it's name. Black coffin was his choice of spell, Iriko hadn't begun to face him down yet. Tsubasa's shunko glowed around his body as the black box attempted to form around Iriko now. Tsubasa was not sure how else to reach him, silence was perhaps the key. Pointing out the facts, Tsubasa felt fear he could notice things and had purpose beyond fighting. A machine that wasn't him, perhaps once a upon a time he was one. Tsubasa was a quick man as he stood waiting fully aware that Iriko most likely had something up his sleeve.

Only one man here was like a machine, he lashed out and tried his best to point the finger somewhere else. But what had they done truly, the Gotei 13 had become worse than Yamamoto's time. Tsubasa had simply used a shunpo to avoid the blade after simply eradicating the needles around him. But this truth remained everything had become worse, Iriko's lack of purpose was driving him down that same path of Aizen. Someday he would be dangerous, going as far as to kill his own children more than likely. Tsubasa found him someone who wasn't stable and to some degree's he lacked the composure a Captain should have. But his lack of purpose the desire missing was no better than a child with power. Tsubasa had used the shunpo to avoid the Black Box that had formed as well as the blade. Allowing him to get behind Iriko, destroying the first attack and moving after the blade came. He was already gone, despite Iriko's good fighting skills he still lacked the most crucial thing.

"A man you say...no..I see a child who doesn't understand desire or purpose before me and is attacking me desperate to find reason. Make your jokes if you will, but I am doing this to learn about each of you and build a bond. I see you as the hardest perhaps most difficult for you are still without the most important thing for a person. " Tsubasa had found the chink in his armor speaking only once more to Iriko on that comment, had he been able to follow everything Iriko had done. Yes easily, his focus was insane and his mind was able to follow everything as though in slow motion. His body got ready it was time to press the attack, but he decided to do something else. Lighting formed in his hand, Tsubasa unleashed a massive Sokatsui at Iriko's frame now his radar allowed him to keep perfect track of his enemy. Tsubasa wasn't fighting so passively as he didn't acknowledge Iriko. It was because this wasn't meant to be a true fight, it was to get to know Iriko and what Tsubasa saw.

Well it wasn't something he expected, he had heard Iriko to be an odd one. Now he understood the meaning behind it, learning of each Captain. Iriko held no bonds to the Sword Clan of Crows, though in Tsubasa's mind they were interesting but not extremely impressive. He'd met the man Jaeden once before, never found much of interest in them. The Unabara Clan were different, they were survivors who did what it took to live through hell. Iriko he wondered what the male would say next, more garbage to cover up the facts most likely. Was Tsubasa aware of what happened with Aizen, yes he knew full on that Iriko was correct. Tsubasa even acknowledged the fact that Yamamoto's way wouldn't work. Building a bond between the Captains himself, that was his duty and Iriko was promising to be the hardest one. Perhaps only cruelty would work on this man, he didn't get the point as the massive sokatusi seemed to reach even the ground burning it away into a crater like line. His crimson orbs would watch and they would wait, Iriko's last move had been impressive but was not enough yet to scratch him.

Tue Mar 04, 2014 3:53 pm

Iriko Crow

The Dragon of the North, Seiryuu

The point flew at Tsubasa, hit him directly.. And he completely and utterly misunderstood it. Apparently all he can do is say 'nuh uh, you are!' in return… The male mentally sighed; honestly, he was becoming disappointed at this juncture. "Machine's fill a purpose as part of a system. I, as you so cleverly deduced, lack a purpose… Which means that I am here for only my emotions, something a machine could never possess. My staying here is completely illogical; you are confusing presence with actions. A machine performs actions; an object remains. I may be a strange object, but an object cannot have a mind." He told Tsubasa simply in reply, his head looking slightly upwards as the Hadō dropped on him.

However, as it approached the bubble, something extremely strange happened. The attacks… stopped. Once they touched the bubble, it was as if they were resting against it; becoming orbs of light, completely tranquil. And slowly, they shrank, descending into the bubble as out of its base emerged two large, basketball sized bubbles, each filled with an impressive white light. As he looked at Tsubasa, Iriko wondered if the man think he would fail to notice something so obvious; after all, he was merely sitting here in one place. All that he COULD do was observe… so he did it at the highest level possible. It, to him, was only logical.

It was his kido; could Tsubasa not expect him to know its makeup intrinsically? There were reasons he could place kido into bubbles; his studies of Hadō, not only how to cast but their very MAKE-UP, were at a level that he had never seen anyone else match. His abilities rendered most Hadō against him useless when he desired on it and focused upon it; all he needed was time. With the one that was reflected, he had both time and forewarning. It was an ample combination that made this not only predictable, but to him laughable that Tsubasa would think such a thing would work. "Tell me, "captain", what do you think that would do? Do you fear your lightning bolts?" He asked Tsubasa, looking at him with now very serious eyes. "Taking things that aren't yours… what strength do you even have?" He asked honestly, clearly not in a good mood in the very least. "You're right. But see, you don't even try." He told the male before him as he observed Tsubasa's reitatsu beginning to change… yawning.

"Oh… shunko of the blade, is it…? How unexpected, lightning user who manipulates Hadō and blades using Shunko…" He breathed out, truly feeling almost as if he were bored with the current state of affairs. "Again with the future. What does it take to get through that thick skull of yours?" Iriko questioned Tsubasa, "You think that I would listen to the words of a scientist on my emotional state?" He asked the male before him, taking out the bubble blower, his facial expression changing completely to one of distaste. "Do you think I don't know that, Unabara? Do you consider me retarded? Honestly, tell me." He asked the male before him, his hackles metaphorically raising. "Oh but of course, you just said earlier you have no idea my motivations. Then in what universe," He questioned, standing within his bubble at last. "does it seem that you can talk of my inner psyche. If you come up with anything groundbreaking, I will let you know; but all you're spouting is the same garbage that's flowed through my mind through the last four hundred years." He continued to stare at Tsubasa; making no noises of aggression, just staring at him.

"…" The eyes that Tsubasa looked at him with; they infuriated the male. It did not infuriate him that he was scared of Tsubasa's mindset. It did not infuriate him that he was being tested in this manner. It did not even infuriate him that Tsubasa made those comments. It was that the male before him was not telling him his mind. The reaction he felt towards this was intrinsic and powerful. "Do you honestly want to know, Unabara?" He asked, staring Tsubasa down. Not even the shunko that was ripping and roaring around them caused him to flinch in the slightest; not even when it took a chunk out of his arm. "Do you honestly want to know what I desire? Do you think I don't want to know? But you know what," He asked the male, as his aura began to grow. Strange things were happening; the shunko near Iriko's body was calming, the rays of electricity… settling down almost, diminishing in force and speed.

"It's probably because I locked them away a long time ago. I wonder why I might have done that." He commented as his blade struck out, the bubble impacting with a line of shunko energy as it flew inside of the bubble and while in there, eventually disappeared. "True loneliness… when you have one line and it is snapped, when it is broken, when it is discarded…" He uttered as he began to approach the male, the very wind around them beginning to increase, the platform of bubble high in the sky beginning to shake and quiver slightly as reiatsu began to be absorbed at an exponentially greater rate, the look on Iriko's face…. Outright terrifying.

"Unabara… How are you able to obsess over something that I don't let out?" He asked as he looked at Tsubasa, finding no recess there. As he looked at Tsubasa, looking at him once again with those thoughts; those thoughts that he would not share. His body wore no haori; he wore only his blue garment and sandals. As the male performed shunpo, Iriko knew that the time for talk had apparently ended… and the male had not listened, not heard a thing that he had said. This man is a dangerous fool. Was the only thought that went through Iriko's mind as one of his blades of bubbles appeared at his back by default, Iriko merely looking straight ahead. A one trick horse, always attacking the opponent from the back. The thoughts went through the poets mind as he looked around him at the black coffin, his eyes locking onto Tsubasa's as at last the coffin began to close around him. There was nothing in that look; it was powerful for the sheer intent of being powerful; that was its only discernable attribute. As the coffin closed around his body, Iriko sighed, a bubble expanding around his body as he began to relax inside of the box.

The blades rained down alright. They pierced at the bubble, trying to pop it from every side, attempting to damage and tarnish it in any way that it could. Iriko looked down at his hands, tears beginning to form around his eyes. Why the hell am I crying…? I'm not crying… for me…. He reflected, knowing that he had lost all of his tears for himself a long time ago. As he heard Tsubasa's words ring through the air, he finally had had enough, roaring within the Hadō. Maybe Tsubasa had noticed it by now… maybe not. However, it had begun to rain; all around their bodies, the rain had slowly developed. Now, it was coming down in absolute torrents, a monsoon having formed within Iriko's spiritual pressure that was not able to be identified due to its strange nature. Finally, a cracking noise could be heard, and from within the Hadō he plunged his blade forwards, the box becoming cleaved in half as the pieces descended, turning into dust as the male faced the Hadō before him…

Which was quickly met and overwhelmed with a Hadō that far surpassed it in power, roaring as it flew towards Tsubasa, overwhelming his own kido and dragging it along for the ride as it crashed into where Tsubasa was standing, decimating the scenery around his body and even conflicting with the shunko that he wielded if it came into contact. "I… am angry." He said simply as he lifted his head up, strange antennae growing out of his head as Tsubasa would be overcome with the need to gag; Iriko's aura had become activated. "Because you are so, so blind." He announced as he threw his head forwards, slime POURING out of his mouth as a massive torrent of the stuff began to flow around the area, two feet of the stuff covering the ground in next to an instant, Iriko laying on his hands and knees as he lay within the slime, his back overturned as it began to flow over his body, his eyes locking onto the sky above.

"You want to grab my hand and force me to do what you want. That’s not purpose; that's slavery. You know why Aizen wanted to destroy the Gotei 13…? I think it was probably because he was lonely, and he never talked with anyone. Tsubasa… You have no idea, because you will not listen. My purpose is simple: don't get consumed by the darkness…" He uttered, as at last he sat up in the slime, bubbles beginning to rise slowly out of it as Iriko breathed in and out. "But you refuse to acknowledge that and can't even see that you are refusing… You want everything to be easy. You want me to have some simple answer… 'oh, I love this man', 'oh, I want to improve', 'oh, I want to fight for my friends', 'oh, I want to lead', 'oh, I want power'…" He remarked, as a spectacular show began to happen; Hadō began to pop from the bubbles. All around Tsubasa's body, flames of blue, red, and yellow shot out as more than twenty Hadō shot at his body from all directions, massive hailstorms of fire shooting at him among the torrent of water.

While this assault occurred, the massive construct up high began to glow, firing down two more rounds of 88 as it stormed down onto where Tsubasa was standing. Each of these attacks was more than enough to level a good sized building; Iriko's Shikai was in full effect, and his monsoon of reiatsu was quite frankly not much to laugh at as he turned the battlefield into a veritable exploding swamp. "I don't, want, anything from anyone else. The only thing I want is from myself. There is nothing for you to satisfy; there is no niche that I require others in. My works I pour my soul into. If you had ever bothered to read them, you would find my mind…" He breathed out as he rose slightly in the slime, looking at Tsubasa as the slime began to flow around him, rising up and attempting to cocoon him as the Shunko's blade and other Hadō would be diverted, the slime flowing around their spiritual particles as they would slip through or corrode through the cracks, using the special slime property of acid. Once there, the slime would begin to freeze over, trapping Tsubasa's reiatsu around him from every angle, and it just did not stop, the torrent that was soaking out passively from Iriko's body refueling the areas that were used up in this task.

"But there is nothing; this talk is only things I have already known, have already explored, and you refuse me entrance in examining your own. What point is there, if you will not even look to me as an equal? What point is there if you keep out the one you wish to bond with from your thoughts. You say one thing and do another; hypocrisy. Your goal is impossible as long as you keep that up." He continued explaining to the male as from the slime, bubbles began to form. Bubbles penetrating towards Tsubasa, forming as rigid and sharp as his sealed zanpaktou as they sliced through reiatsu and reishi, attempting to pin his blade and puncture his body from several directions at once as more than thirty of the things formed around him, Iriko's body slowly rising into a sitting position. "That is the only reason why I would feel any negativity towards you; because that is what the one who made me this way did. To say one thing, say it over and over… and completely do the opposite…" He uttered, his eyes beginning to twitch as the slime flowed down his face, his mouth finally opening as a bubble flowed out of it, white in color before Iriko's body.

"...JUST MAKES THE CUTS HURT WORSE!!" A shrill roar suddenly left his windpipe, like a wounded animal, desperate and fighting the best that it could as the bubble broke… and out of it emerged an absolutely GIGANTIC pillar of flame. The blade of flame roared out, cutting across the slime as the skyscraper high weapon slammed into where Tsubasa's body was, Iriko's right pinky toe vanishing into dust for a moment before it was smoothly replaced with slime, the gigantic forbidden Hadō launching at Tsubasa as smoke rose from the slime around Iriko's mouth. "I will never become a danger to the Gotei… But you can't even believe that. That, Unabara, is why you are unfit to be a captain commander. You don’t actually trust those who go through hell and return; for what you want and what you see, yes, I most certainly am a robot, and that opinion is outright damnable." He finished, having no poetry for this; the situation was too grievous, even for the Walt Whitman of the Gotei 13.

"You are a fool if you believe silence to help. Silence will only do one thing; cement in me the need to protect my squad from your careless designs. How am I supposed to learn your mind when my words fall on deaf ears, never to resonate back to me again?"

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