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Walking in he set his Captain's haori on the mantle next to his desk and closed his crimson eyes, another day training them. Preparing them from what his instincts told him was an event that wouldn't go away. Tsubasa sat at his desk writing a letter to Neviah and Hitsugaya, each with a special version to it explaining the situation in detail, but further information would be held below just in case each member were not able to comprehend what was required, the summery would inform them as needed. His feathered quill moved as he wrote it down, he'd studied HItsugaya and chosen him for a reason. How far was his gaze one could wonder, Tsubasa needed Hitsugaya to do something within his retirement. Neviah's Division was in danger from something outside what was it? He didn't have the answer and short of going himself he wouldn't obtain it. This was her Division thus she needed to protect it. But why HItsugaya, it was his Division as well. A pair of messengers stood and looked at him with a calm gaze. Tsubasa closed his eyes before continuing to write beneath the light of the lantern, his people stood ready. In the darkness stood the Unabara, men and woman born of red's which could be seen in the shadow. They were the secret of the 1st, the people who he taught and educated.
Hitsugaya:I want you to observe Neviah, something about the mission is wrong my instinct says that someone extremely powerful removed us. They were sent out to examine something a disturbance, nothing severe mind you. I was tempted to send Chidori or my son to handle this matter. But we need to prepare the Captains as they must be ready for what comes. This mission is requiring both of you to go out into the field blind, the only information my squad has turned up is it's a battlefield. My clan will be in route, use them as needed I won't be able to come with as I stated. My job is here training these Captains and preparing for when War comes Hitsugaya, things won't be good. I promise you this, but we may need you to take an active role in things. Neviah is young and could use someone to help her through it, much like you were when you first came here. I sense something in the future dark, keep her safe but observe unless forced to act. Hitsugaya I'm uncertain of where this will go, but something's coming and these Captains must be ready..Aizen Sosuke, will pale in comparison to this, we both don't want a repeat..I leave it to you come or don't..the choice is your own Hitsugaya Toshiro."
" Below the letter a seal of the Head Captain was placed on the paper.
Neviah:[i] "As a Captain the worst thing we can face is our people being killed while in duty. But as Captains it's our job to ensure they come home. I understand you fear men greatly Neviah, I am sending HItsugaya to aid you just as a precaution. I sense something is off about the disappearance of your Squad. As the Captain Commander I cannot act directly, not without drawing large scale conflict. I need you to investigate this and get to the bottom of it. My clan will be on standby to support you, my son is strong and young. But he can do exactly that without much trouble. I will not send him unless needed, Hitsugaya and you are to handle this mission. The Unabara can only help so much, they may be wounded so bring medical supplies and get those kids home. They're very sought after by their families, we must not disappoint them and do our best. Neviah have faith you are strong and will show many that in this mission. Neviah be careful out there, something isn't right about this as your friend I am warning you. Sending Hitsugaya out of his retirement is partly to ensure nothing goes wrong..But even with him present, things may get bad..Protect your Squad's Future and bring us success as I know you can." Tsubasa signed Neviah's letter and his eyes closed slowly. Upon handing the letter to the people who would deliver it each of them gazed at him, his eyes turned to the clan as he gave an order as he pulled out a piece of paper. Nis wasn't around and the second Division while good, this wasn't something he would involve them with needlessly. They were going to be handled of his own accord. Tsubasa turned to the crimsoned eyed killers and spoke. "Kill anyone who acts in the shadows, my children have the green light..If anyone is after 10th I want them dead." Tsubasa's words were harsh as the messengers were out of earshot for his message to the clan. They vanished into darkness as the night ended here. Tsubasa took his robe and walked out, leaving his form in the moonlight. It was time for a walk, Tsubasa was going to handle this personally before returning to train the others. " Tonight dragons die." A code word of some sort as he simply stepped out of the moonlight and walked down the path from 1st Division, Tsubasa was planning something it had begun to occur to him. Something bad was coming and he needed to act now, orders would be given when he returned from this trip. Tsubasa was acting as the Head Captain and had a duty to handle on the late night, it would do nothing with the mission of Hitsugaya and Neviah however, but it would lead to questions as both would soon find out.
Upon getting to the scene they would find a battlefield almost, crimson eyed warriors had come upon the field first going through and removing shadow ops. Tsubasa had played his family as the card to counteract the attempt of assassins. His own were perhaps the greatest of this world had ever seen, the area was a mess of fire and missing people. Fog covered the field of vision, it was purposeful though someone had set it. Much to their dismay, the Unabara had used it and removed all of the shadow ops in the area without effort. Before leaving a symbol of the Unabara for HItsugaya and Neviah to find. The people were missing the note updated them that they weren't able to be located by the clan. They would be proceeding back, the rest was up to them. They'd cleared out most of the assassins, but they had gotten the order that Dragons shall die. And it's code name had a great meaning as it meant something big was coming. The scene looked of a war movie in the fog as they walked bodies could be found. Who did they work for, what had caused this upon the tenth. The story was HItsugaya's and Neviahs to find out.
summery: The tenth sent out a team to survey the area, the team has gone MIA and has been missing for a week. The location of their site is a mess of blood and a crater in the location they were supposed to be, some clothing and other fabric is in the area along with some foot prints indicating a struggle and perhaps an escape. Where Neviah and Hitsugaya go based on the information is up to you, my part has ended.
"Sir! We have word from the Captain-Commander of the utmost importance." was the first thing to which Hitsugaya Toshiro woke to in the some what early hours of the morning. And without so much as a chance to get the sacred first cup of coffee. As it turns out, he had fallen asleep at his desk having been tirelessly filling out paperwork the night before; determined to get it done as quickly as possible. "Sir...?" said the messenger again, sounding somewhat concerned. Toshiro opened his right eye, the aqua like hue of his eye having a mixed expression as it peered at the man. Seems that this is how Toshiro often found himself waking up; at his desk. With his hand framing his face and serving as a pillar with his elbow at the base on the desk. "Yes? What is it?" he said, finally chiming in. The man seemed almost shocked at the response, as if he half expected to be ignored or killed. What did he expect? He woke up the Shinigami equivalent of a teenager in their later years while the male was getting less than the recommended amount of sleep. What did he want? A cookie? "I, uh', well." he stuttered, not sure how to treed. "Well? On with it." Toshiro remarked, a bit grouchy. "I've a letter from the Captain-Commander addressed to you, sir." he finally answered, walking toward Toshiro and handing it to him. "It's classified and for you eyes only." he finished and then vanished.
Toshiro would then read the letter and then do so several times over. But one thing stuck out more than anything else. A name. "Worse... Than Sousuke Aizen...?" he quietly spoke to himself in utter disbelief. What, who, could possibly be worse than that... Monster...? He sat there for a moment, staring at the piece of paper as though he would kill it if he could. As though by the mere mention of than man was a sin, a blasphemy that Toshiro was obligated to punish. Few things stirred him so deeply, but that abomination of a Shinigami was one of them. Assuming you could reasonably even call him a Shinigami anymore. He crumpled the paper with every intention to be rid of it, but something told him to do just the opposite. So he did. He stowed it inside his robes till such a time he was ready to be free of it. No longer being a Captain, he didn't have the Haori to put on before leaving. Just having to grab his Zanpakutō and be on his way. To of which, he did. In doing so, he left and traversed through the gate and into the world of humans. It truly did not change very much in the slightest since the last time he had need to be a resident of it for any length of time. The drop point which the gate led him to was a place he had yet to be before, so at the very least that was something different.
In any other situation, it would be protocol to wait here till his partner had made her way here from wherever she was previously located. But given the potential turbulence of the allegedly volatile situation that the Sereitei found itself in, yet again, Toshiro felt the need to scout out ahead a bit to make some progress in the time it would take his partner to get to this coordinates. He trekked several meters ahead of the drop point, enough to gaze off the side of a small cliff just outside their target location which the mission was to take place in. The fog was thick enough it even reached up here, slithering around his ankles as it made its way through. And with it, was carried the scent of blood. Though, this was just an afterthought of the signs a battle had taken place. Even in the fog, he could make out the ever so slight outlines of the bodies of those who may have fallen here. To even add further to that, the mist almost had a slight crimson hue to it. In either case, it would be reasonable to say that it wouldn't be all that likely to find an incredible amount of survivors. But with that being said, we can still hope for the best. Can't we? It was his job to look after and guide the new tenth division Captain in gaining experience in her duties. That being said, it would be a lie to say there wasn't a certain amount of personal investment in this.
He took to closing his eyes gently and taking a deep breath, the light breeze flowing through the locks of his hair. This would almost be pleasant and relaxing, if he wasn't on a mission and the place didn't reek of blood and burning bodies. Burning bodies? It was a good thing Toshiro had chosen to pay a bit more mind to this. Burning bodies meant fire, fire meant the destroying of evidence as well as potentially giving a vital clue in ascertaining the motive behind the reasoning as to why someone would do this. What was of so much importance in this village that someone would practically raid it? And then to top it off, burning things to the ground meant the possibility of trying to hide evidence and covering one's tracks. They were also powerful enough to take out a sect of tenth division Shinigami with seemingly little effort, if at all. This meant it was either a large organized group, or a few powerful individuals, or better yet one Lieutenant or Captain level enemy combatant. To top everything off, it seemed to lead to what was brought to Toshiro's attention in the letter and was enough to cause the Captain-Commander to be on edge and even consider semi-forcefully reinstating Toshiro to active duty. Something was off. By a lot. Now he had a grasp of why he was brought in on the mission.
A million and a half questions were swimming and buzzing around Toshiro's head, and with the few answers he already had; they just bred more questions. It wasn't long before his famous inquisitive nature had bred more questions then normal people would think even remotely possible. In spite of it all, he couldn't stop thinking about Momo. If this was all legitimate, that would mean she could be in danger. Thus, further explaining his personal involvement in this mission. It was in this moment that his train of thought was interrupted by a somewhat familiar Reiatsu that he recognized as the current Captain of the tenth division, as expected it was coming from the direction of the drop point not but a few meters away from his current position. He opened his eyes slowly, cutting his aqua hued optics in the direction she would possibly be appearing from and into his field off vision. He knew her to be rather phobic of men, on top of being inexperienced as a Captain; meaning this would be an interesting mission to say the very least. It wasn't as if he hadn't been assigned a veteran status for sometime, so he had not been in the field for quite a while. Don't mistake this to mean he had become weaker, truth be told he had been training relentlessly. He waited, her figure should be coming into view at any moment.
Around this time, every day for Neviah, it was her Thai Chi practice. Neviah performed silent and peaceful exercises every day to ensure that her flow of soul, and body would always be in peak performance. She had the goal and dreams of being a Monk class fighter within the Gotei, one with powerful physical attacks from the fist, while also at the same time having the capabilities to heal those whom are injured. Due to this aspiration, Neviah worked hard everyday as she promised her Father she would. It involved two hours of concentration and balance with the mind, heart, and soul. She would perform flowing movements of steady and graceful punches, kicks, jabs, and different stances, and she would perform them in peace without being disturbed of her exercise. She would remove her Shinigami garb, and Captain Hiori while doing so, only wearing wrapped bandages around her torso, covering her chest and half way down her abdomen. Around her hips would be her obi sash tied tightly against her skin, to keep her Shinigami bottoms on while she performed these arts. She wore this attire whenever performing any sort of Martial Arts, between Monk Style, Dark Arts, Offensive Arts, or even Defensive Arts. It was what allowed her ventilation to not get too hot, and maximum flexibility.
While performing her Thai Chi, she was about an hour and a half into it when she received a knock on her office door. This was a slight surprise as Neviah stopped her practice and looked at the door in question of who was knocking. Neviah was a very sweet and kind young girl, so she would never be rude to anyone, even in this case. As she quietly approached the door, she didn't say a word, but instead someone from outside the door began to speak to her. It sounded like one of her Female Aides that assist Neviah throughout the day, seeing as Nakami, Neviah's Vice-Captain was out and Neviah needed female Aides to give her a hand with her duties. The voice outside the door sounded a bit petite, as it sounded like a younger member of the Division and one who Neviah would welcome with open arms. "M-Miss Clixx-Kimura? I'm sorry to have disturbed you, but a matter of high importance has arrived!" said the young lady outside the door. Neviah slowly opened the door to see it was indeed one of her aides who was bowing to the door holding the note out before her. Neviah opened the door slowly and took the note with a small smile, as she bowed back in equal respect to the lowly 10th Division Member. Not many Gotei members would EVER be bowed to by a Captain or anyone higher ranking than them, but Neviah wasn't like that. She believed in respect to all, and thus no matter who it was, or their rank, she would always bow in mutual respect. The small aide smiled with a slight blush and ran off leaving Neviah with a note in hand, sent by the Captain Commander.
Closing the door, Neviah turned and looked at the note for a moment, inspecting it before opening to wonder why the Commander sent her a note. Was this perhaps something to do with the night she accidentally called him cute while she was drunk out of her mind? Neviah began to shake a little in fear of the notes contents, not wanting to know what was being said inside, but Neviah understood her duty above all else, and had to suck it up. Slowly breaking the seal and opening the letter sent to her, Neviah read over what was stated in the note. Neviah casually glanced over the first couple sentences, not paying much mind to the tone of the message, and more focused as to why her predecessor was mentioned, but when Neviah got further down in the message, her heart began to sink. It was stated that some of her Division Members had gone missing, and their last sighting was not long ago with it being a massive fight. Neviah indeed know about her ranks being deployed all over the living world as her Division was to work with the Affairs of the Living Realms, but she had her Seated Members deal with the logistics and know how of things like this. Usually when there is a problem, it is brought to Neviah's attention and she would take action to deploy support troops to ensure that mission success is had, as she wanted to be like her Father and continue to have Mission Success...
But alas, nothing is perfect, and mistakes are made...
Neviah dropped the note, and ran out of her office, heading to the hallway where all her Seated Division Members worked. It was a down day, so most were out of office, but Neviah needed to know which unit it was that was missing, as this was something she feared greatly. Nakami was out there on Earth assisting other deployed units and seeing to their aid, what Neviah feared most was the possibility of losing another one she cared for so much, just like in the past with 4th Division 3rd Seat Konomi Osaka. Neviah was not going to allow Nakami to be the next to fall, and she will not let her dear friend become nothing but a Memory to her, and she will find out exactly what unit has fallen and their last recorded location. Approaching the door of the 5th Seat, Neviah kicked it open without any respect to the door and ran over to the Seated Members Desk. She looked through paperwork within his logistics files and rummaged through them looking for the unit with the last recorded checkpoint to HQ. It didn't take long before Neviah found a file with the last recorded Checkpoint call to be over 3 weeks. Neviah wanted to ask why in the HELL was this not brought to her attention, but fact was it is too late now, and she had to act. Stray members of the 10th Division, as well as Neviah's aides were looking confused at the kicked in office of the 5th Seated Member and why their Captain was looking so frantic.
Bursting from the Office, Neviah ran with such power and speed that the random Members of her Division were blown back with force, and stray papers began to float and fly around the offices. Neviah's heart was beating quickly in fear of lives being lost, and their families being hurt with the negative news that Neviah had to respond now. She arrived at her office once again and grabbed the Glass Wakizashi on her desk. Without hesitation, Neviah pulled the blade from the scabbard and stabbed the open air, opening a Senkai Gate within her own office. Neviah knew this was unauthorized, but she'll bring it up later after she tends to the lives of those at risk on Earth. Now was not the time for petty rules as she had to do her job as Captain, and tend to the needs of her members. The Gate opened, and Neviah jumped through it, as it closed behind her, leaving her office a complete mess, and others confused for Neviah's such random and frantic behavior...
Emerging through the Senkai Gate, Neviah was high above the clouds, as she messed up on the deployment of the other side of the Gate, but it was fine, as she appeared to be above ground Zero, logistically. Neviah was heading towards the earth at an alarming pace, as her expression was nothing but worry and fear for the worst possible outcome for her troops. Male, Female, it didn't matter, she cared for all those who were under her and it was her responsibility to ensure their safety and care. 1000 Feet above the surface, Neviah got closer and closer to the ground, as she was suddenly enveloped by a white aura. Neviah activated Aura of the Shamans to it's Air element, and had the sudden burst of low pressure shoot her down faster, heading at an even faster rate towards the Surface of Earth. Neviah's eyes couldn't see much as the fog was thick and it was quite dark, but what worried Neviah even more was the fact that there was no trace of life that she could feel from the Fire of Life aspect of Aura of the Shamans. 500 Feet, still no life being picked up within the area, except for one aura. The one she was able to detect was a soul who's Fire of Life was cold, and that must be Hitsugaya, but Neviah didn't care for that. She wanted to know where her Division Members were, and their conditions, and the fact that she couldn't read them was what was messing her up. 250 Feet, something was coming up. Fire was beginning to get brighter and brighter within Aura of the Shamans, as Fire began to speak to Neviah and inform her that Fire was active within Ground Zero. When asked the Fuel Source of the flames, Fire did not respond. 100 Feet, Neviah was now in sight of everything, and her eyes clearly expressed the fear she wished to not endeavor. In the last second, Air from Aura of the Shamans shot upwards from the ground, slowing Neviah's velocity towards Earth, and helped her Decelerate as she landed on the wet ground on one knee. She kept perfect balance as she landed, and looked troubled form the very second she arrived, not even paying any attention of mind towards Hitsugaya Toushiro. Her attire in question as she still wore just bandages wrapped around her torso, and her Shinigami pants, and Glass Wakizashi in hand.
Standing up straight, she looked ahead and with shock of the burning bodies before her. Blood surrounded the area, as there was no signs of life from any of the lifeless bodies around her, and she began to gasp for air with her heart sinking deeper and deeper into Despair of the situation. With horror, she watched as the lives of her Division Members were snuffed out, and covered with flames to burn away their existence. What pained Neviah the most was that she knew every name and face of her Division Members, and she cared for all of them, just as she did when she was in the 4th Division. This was something too painful to bare, as Neviah ducked her head, and allowed the shadow of her bangs to shield her eyes. "Why? H-How could this happen?" asked Neviah to herself as she was questioning her leadership now under the current circumstances. Slowly, sobs began to be heard from Neviah, as tears began to stream from her eyes, down her rose cheeks and to the blood covered ground below. She raised one arm, as the Aura that surrounded Neviah changed color from White to Blue, and hydration began to form from the stagnant fog, and produce water floating in the air. Dropping her hand, the water that was floating dropped over the burning bodies, quelling the flames that attempted to consume the bodies of her fallen comrades.
As the water washed away the burning flesh of the deceased allies of the 10th Division Captain, one thing the water could not was was the rage now instilled within Neviah's heart. Many times in her training from childhood and today, she was told to never let her emotions take hold. Not only do emotions like Despair and Anger fuel absentminded tactics of combat, but they also add fuel to the Rosaries negative ego, and will potentially lead Neviah into her ego of Malice, which was only discovered by one being in history, Former 4th Division Captain Unohana. As Neviah stood in the center of the bloodied battlefield, her grip upon her Glass Wakizashi tightened and hardened showing the white of her knuckles. Gritting her teeth, she wanted answers, and she wanted them now. Who would dare lay a finger on her innocent members, and bring their lives to and end? And even worse, who would burn their bodies and make it so their families couldn't gaze upon their lost ones one last time? Whoever it was, was going to suffer for their crimes, as awakening inside of Neviah was the blood of her Father, Ceon Clixx-Kimura once again. Her eyes sharp and full of rage, she turned her head, looking in the direction of Hitsugaya Toushiro, as a completely different person. Her Glass Wakizashi slowly filling with a Black Smoke as it's pure grace was no longer translucent, as it gave into the dark spirit within the blade, allowing Insidious to be the first to respond to Neviah's call. No longer was the scared and weak little Captain there anymore, as now the true Legacy of the Rosaries has arrived to bring about justice to this scene of massacre.
Hitsugaya Toshiro was easily among the last any kind of person in any realm to have the prerogative or even the potential want to judge someone for getting emotional over a bleak situation in which one finds that it is a situation when friends, comrades or family is involved. On some level he could relate, almost even respect it. Hell, to be perfectly honest, he respected her more than he previously did due to her being so deeply invested in her soldiers. While clearly very inexperienced, she still was obviously going to make an amazing Captain. But there was a time and a place for everything.. Including grief. This was something even Toshiro, no, especially Toshiro; had to learn very well from personal experience. That is to say, very personal experience. He wasn't adverse to admitting when he was wrong. Truth be told, he seemed to have over estimated her professionalism on the matter; clearly a safe bet to conclude. Thinking that she would use the authorized gate and arrive from the recommended drop point was, in hindsight, a ludacris concept for him to abide by more so because her people she was over was involved. Though, slightly surprised it wasn't entirely unexpected. In fact, on some level he figured this would happen. She wouldn't make a good Captain if having those in her division die or be hurt didn't bother her on some level aside from the business perspective. This was something most people in his position knew. Something she would eventually learn, those after her would also learn of it and so forth.
This being said, he felt her entry the moment it happened into existence in this realm. His eyes darted upwards in which he saw her form freefalling to the ground below, this serving to further conclude that this wasn't so much as Captain Clixx-Hemura as it was Clixx-Hemura who had just lost someone. During this moment, it was made really very clear that she was being reckless to the point that the term itself 'reckless' might not entirely cover her current actions. "You must be joking..." he remarked as she landed into the mist, half relating to her on a personal level and half with the irritation of someone watching their beloved student doing something incredibly stupid. It was like looking into a mirror that had an outdated version of himself, with a mocking sense of irony. Lest we forget he now would know on some level how the others felt when they saw him doing such things. It's a part of growing up I suppose we could say. But he had grown in his time, even if he was still young and the Shinigami equivalent of a teenager; he grew and learned. Even realizing that sometimes that would mean learning the hard way. Sometimes taking on sadness and having to over come it with the will power to live and move on. Because, a horrible fact of life is that there are many cases in which the good guys do not win and that the bad guys win. That sometimes good people died for much less than anything even close to a good reason. All one could do is live in spite of it and never give up or give in.
He quietly watched her offer some level of respect for the fallen, it was enough to put a tinged of pain in his heart. At some point when someone becomes more experienced and adept in handling such morbid situations they begin to change not just in how they respond but also in how they feel. It becomes less of an emotional reply of seeking retribution for those who did such hideous things and more about the logical response of solving the puzzle and bringing them to justice while never allowing yourself to become involved because when you're compromised you make mistakes. What's worse is how difficult it is to find a middle ground between the two. To be able to feel while still doing what is needed to bring those responsible to pay for their crimes. Something even Toshiro had a hard time with doing. He allowed her to use some ability to put out the fires, he knew this was a huge mistake because it could give away their position and that they were here; but without even this small amount of closure he wouldn't be able to get through to her. Giving their position away was one thing, they could improvise to compensate for it and move onward. But what happened next was something Toshiro couldn't let happen. Having done an ample amount of research on her prior to teaming up with her in any way, something of which was very indeed characteristic of something Toshiro would do. Always the precautious type. Still, now was something he had to prevent or any chance of them saving so much as a single survivor was lost.
He noticed it in the nick of time. Her Reiatsu was altering from her usual, normal self. Like peeling off layers of a cocoon to see what was inside before it was ready. "Tch'.." was all the sound that left his lips as he begin to realize just how much of an absolute pain in the ass this one was going to be. Sheesh, I hope I wasn't like this at that age. In any case, he took the notion to Shunpo-ing in her vicinity and grasping onto her via his arm enveloping her midsection and then Shunpo-ing just outside the ground zero as it were. The sudden shock of this just before the personality alteration, assuming this action to be successful in the slightest, would serve as a catalyst in keeping her personality as it was. The actions following would hopefully cement that and teach her a valuable lesson. When they arrived to the location he had just been, he semi-gently let her go with the possibility of her falling on her rear in the dirt. "Have you lost your mind? he began to speak to her with every intention of harshly scolding her, but as it continued it became more and more relating and somewhat mentor-ish as he spoke to her. "Don't you dare lose yourself to some alter ego to escape the reality of what happened. This you, this is their Captain to which they respect and look up to." he said, trying to show her why this version of her was the one she needed to be. "You are likely going to run across cases like this in the future where it doesn't seem fair that it happened. And it isn't. But are you going to get like this every time? You need to face this, Captain Clixx-Himura. Face it and become stronger so that you never allow something like this to happen in the future. Show them that y--...." Toshiro was somewhere between reprimanding her slightly and relating to her at this moment when he finally noticed what she was wearing and realized he had just grabbed her in such an outfit.
"For the love of..." he said a slight blush running itself across his face. In the midst of this he took off the top layer of his Shinigami outfit, there was two layers which consisted of the inner white half and the outer black half. He walked closer to her and placed the top half of his outfit over her shoulders for her to put on and wear. "Wear this for now." he mumbled and looked away as he took a few steps from her to allow her to fix herself. It wasn't as if Toshiro was any stranger to this, but given the type of person he was this was just how he would responds to it. Some level of awkwardness and another level of kindness, giving her something to wear. "You can't save anyone or bring those to did this to justice if you get yourself killed for recklessly going headstrong into enemy territory when you know next to nothing about the situation." he said with a somewhat somber tone to his voice. "You can't do anything if you're dead. And what would we tell your comrades, what would they think of this if you died amidst trying to save them. Assuming we found survivors. They would be crushed without their cherished Captain and would be grieving." he said with finality, his works a mix of a kind connection seeing as they were somewhat similar to each other and reprimand for doing something so foolish. He knew all too well you can't save anyone if you are dead. Or if they die because you screwed up. With the guilt that accompanies either one of those situations. Hell, he still hasn't forgiven himself over what happened to Momo. He hasn't spoken to her since, one could reasonably assume he had been avoiding her. Unable to look her in the eyes after what he did.
"Look, Captain, we're going to go at this as a team. I'll do whatever I can to help you make sure your comrades come home. But I'll need you to work with me on this. Can you do that?" he asked her this question with the utmost of sincerity as he turned around and allowed his aqua hued eyes to look directly into her own as he awaited a response from her. This was a defining moment not only in the mission but it was also a very likely deciding factor in how the relationship of any kind would develop between the two. Be it friends, respect, hate, etc. But this is how it had to be to be able to get things done. Aside from his lecture to her, he was formulating a plan in the back of his mind as to how to best handle this. What was the best way to single out survivors while keeping in the best vantage point? If there were survivors, how would they be able to make sure they lived and get to them without get anyone killed? Who, or what rather, could decimate a squad of the tenth division so thoroughly? Motive? There was a million questions he needed to answer. But priority right now was finding survivors and trying to push out whomever did this. Trying to as low key as possible, hoping that they were not found out just yet or at the very least that they had the time to prep a stable plan of action. Something where they could punish those who did this and as well as bring back whomever was still alive.
At the moment the best plan he could reasonably consider off the top of his head was to do a very thorough and detailed wide spread sensing scan of the area and with any luck they could flush out the location of the individual or individuals who had done this as well as sense if anyone had survived. He, naturally had contingency plans in place that didn't work or something went wrong but something of a glaring detail prevented any real actions on his part. The fact he was ordered to let her take driver's seat in this and for him to play teacher when and if need be in the mission. So, as ordered, he would do just that. That aside, he still had to wait to see her reaction to the actions of which he had taken. Be they good or bad. Hopefully, she would feel the sincere-ness and the two could make somewhat of a good team. At this point, the ball was in her court.
Neviah was in no mood for games. She knew of course that Hitsugaya was going to be there, but she was not in the mood for slack right now. She was raised by her Father to usually fight solo and take care of herself, but now it felt odd with someone around. Her fear of men was absent at this time, mainly due to the rage of her Father running through her veins and wanting to seek out who would massacre all these innocent souls. She wanted to so badly, just let Insidious take over and allow Malice to flow through her, but she knew in the end, no one would approve of her actions. Her Mother Senna, Father Ceon, and even Foster Mother Unohana wouldn't approve of such actions, but the young girl was just that, young. She was slave to her own emotions, and while she has the skills and knowledge of a leader, due to being a Vice-Captain for over 300 years, she was still young at mind and heart. She accepted the tolls of responsibility and accountability as best to her ability, and she wanted to be like her Father when he was in the Omnitsukido General, and never fail a single mission, but of course, she's not her Father. If Ceon was here, he'd tell her to keep a calm mind, because even in the fight against Aizen, Ceon kept his head cool, and blew him apart without letting his rage get to him once.
Hitsugaya tried to take actions to help awaken the young Rosary, but he made one mistake, and that was in using his fists. Neviah was like her Father in the sense of speed, but she was her own realm when it came to the Martial Arts. When Hitsugaya shuno'd to Neviah's location, yes she might have had a hard time keeping up with the movement, but one thing was certain, and that was the Moving of Water. Aura of the Shamans was still active on Neviah, and she was in a Water Aura, telling her everything about the moving of water molecules in the air. When Hitsugaya shunpo'd to Neviah, the water moved in the exact directions that Neviah was able to realize, he was going for her. Neviah was a Combat Master, she learned all techniques from her Father's own memories, and was a Master of all Martial Arts, and was even the most proficient in Hand to Hand combat. Hitsugaya went about this in the wrong fashion. As he approached to lay an hand onto her as a way of getting her attention, Neviah was prepared as she was standing sideways to him, so she simply grabbed his wrist before it made contact with her. With her other hand, she threw it to the back of his shoulder blade, and she pivoted on her foot, pushing him forward with the momentum of his shunpo, and getting him out of her way. What he didn't wasn't wrong, but to touch a girl who's not only afraid of men, but emotionally wrecked by the loss of her allies, that's the last thing you do.
Hitsugaya went on to explain that she needed to keep a cool head and not let her ego get a hold of her, but his words were dulling out her senses as her sharp expression was slowly disappearing. Her glass Wakizashi continued to fill with black smoke however as she began to enter her own world, eyes fixed on the dead bodies of her comrades. What was going through her head right now was who they were. Bravo Team 5, consisted of 4 males and 2 females. Two kido specialists, two sensory units, and only one who was capable of unlocking their shikai. They were a group of friends and got along quite well, and when requesting to deploy, they wanted to go as a group to the destined location. All 6 bodies lay before her, ravaged and decimated, showing that they were given no sense of mercy, nor was their deaths in anyway honorable, and it really pained Neviah to see them like this. The least they deserved was a proper final rest, for all of them. Neviah felt the warmth of Hitsugaya's outer Shinigami robe lay on her shoulders, as she could feel the warmth that was recently radiating from his body. While normally a girl would be happy with this sort of thing and thank them for the kindness, Neviah was in no mood for such. The words that continued to come from Hitsugaya were going through one ear and out the other, as she didn't want to listen anymore. He might have Wisdom, but she is not as stupid as most would assume. Yes, she's a weak girl in the eyes of most, and she has a huge fear of men, but when the blood of her Father beings to course through her veins, she becomes a whole new person. She puts petty excuses to the side and does whatever job needs to get done.
Grabbing the robe around her top, she held it for a moment, feeling the embrace it gave, and the sense of protection most girls would look for, but there was a sense of duty that Neviah had to do before anything else. She gripped the top, and removed it from her shoulders, and threw it to the side, remaining in her bandage themed attire, not interested in the charity of others. She proceeded to walk forward towards a couple of the bodies that were spread out and laying in the dirt she walked on. Hitsugaya stated they needed to perform as a team, and asked if she'd be able to work with him, but once again, she was hearing no words. The Aura around her that was blue for Water was shifting as it began to shift to white, emulating Air once again. As she got close to one body, the tears coming from her eyes didn't slow, as the constant stream of sadness continue to flow from the white skin of the young maiden. Her eyes were hidden behind her bangs as she proceeded to set herself onto her knees before the lifeless corpses and place her hands together in a prayer. Yes, Neviah Clixx-Kimura, was a Legacy of the Memory Rosaries, a being not exactly created by a god, but instead created by a glitch in existence, but that doesn't mean she cannot ask for compassion, and that their spirits move on in peace. She wanted to give them what they deserved, and that was honor for their service. Before Neviah would dare show her external rage as a 10th Division Captain, she will first show her compassion and sense of morality as the 4th Division Vice-Captain she was before.
She held her pose of prayer for a short while, before she gently touched the chest of one of the lifeless males, and she pulled out a broken chain from his chest. That chain, was the very Chain of Life, that connected ones soul to their body. This one was broken of course, as there was no longer a core piece of the soul to become a part of the body, thus, she was only holding the chain of the body in her hands. Pulling the Chain out quite a bit, Neviah stood up and set the chain to the side, as she headed to the next body on the ground, a female laying face first in the blood of her allies. Once again, getting on her knees, she put her hands together, and made a prayer that their soul would find enlightenment, and peacefully enter the care of gods love. Then, she gently touched their back, pulling out the same chain that was in the male, a broken, lifeless chain. She pulled it out a bit, then laid it down once again. She proceeded to do this, all while keeping her Glass Wakizashi in black for another purpose, but mainly to remain prepared. Before any sort of investigation or anything like that was to take place, she was to give the honor and respect to the fallen, as they deserved. Whether Hitsugaya would disagree or not, Neviah didn't care, they came first in her book, and this is what they deserved.
After 6 minutes, one minute with each of them, Neviah would have extracted all their broken chains from their bodies, and laid them out to see. The Chains were broken and shattered, showing no sense of restraint from their murderers, and that was what hurt Neviah enough. Seeing the broken chains the way they were was proof enough that whoever did this didn't deserve mercy in kind. Taking all the chains, she pulled the chains to the center of Ground Zero, and set them together, so when she takes their bodies back, she can take them together, like they were. They were a group of dear friends, who spent time together, lived together, died together, thus Neviah will bring them home together. Once again, Neviah got on her knees one more time, not caring about the condition of her clothing, she placed her hands together one last time, and silently did one more prayer. This last prayer was not to God, requesting that they be able to rest in peace, but instead to each soul of the fallen before her. She was sending a message to each of them, begging for forgiveness. She was sorry, and it was her fault that they weren't protected like they should have. If she had received the forms stating their last Check-In was a while ago, she would have sent a response team instantly. Instead, they were most likely stranded, scared, feeling forsake by the one who was responsible for them. She didn't mean to do this, she didn't mean to have them enter a world of such pain. She wasn't worthy of their forgiveness, but she had to apologize. As she sent her message to the fallen, she began to speak...
India. Hot, bothersome, a mainly filled with an aura of death. The country had always been ridden with poverty, the wealthiest people living in houses of pure gold whilst the poor men, women and children lived in the gutters and lived off the scraps they found in the trash. Such a pathetic way to live, such a sad way to live. In a way, Nami Asthavon, the Demon Queen of Vicara Plane, was saddened by the current state of this country. Although the outer-areas of India proved to be quite peaceful. These peaceful areas were hard to find it a country full of billions of people, but when you did find the place? It was as if you became bliss itself. The untouched area of woods, the outback areas of India with pristine views to the sky at night, something about it rang inside Nami's soul. Yet as she stood among here, her eyes shifted constantly towards the lights that were flickering in the distance. It would appear as if a small village was set up about two kilometres out. The sounds of humans echoed through the town, a disgusting sound in Nami's eyes. Their entire bodies consisted of noise, everything they did had to be so loud and bothersome. Laying on the grass just on the outskirts, Nami sighed as she continued to gaze at the stars, trying to forget about the noise. In the end, she would have to go there for food as she could feel the rumbles through her stomach.
The Royal Asthavon's eyes remained on the stars for a moment. A few thoughts made their way through her head, the primary one being what life was going to be like now. Ever since her fight with that of Tsubasa Unabara during the Australian War, she couldn't help but feel all realms were going to be plunged into further chaos. Essentially, the following few years were to be counted as a World War Four in human eyes. A fourth world war that would obliterate not only all that were fighting, but possibly every single bit of existence all together. This was the main problem with these wars, they didn't only threaten these organizations existence, but every single other persons' at the same time. Yet, she digressed. This was not her problem. She did not side with Shadow Fall or Gotei, or their allies, she was an Asthavon. That meant she followed her family, her elder sisters. Anything beyond that she did no pay attention to. She didn't need to.
Sighing slightly, The Demoness would place both hands flat on the ground and push herself up with her core upper-body strength and stand up, stretching for a moment and viewing the village just over two kilometres away, much more light being flickering off it now as, curiosity began to overcome the woman. Within the blink of an eye, Nami would appear smack within the middle of the town. Fading out of a shadow movement, The Asthavon Royal would survey the surroundings. Strange... Nami wondered to herself. Just moments ago, the town was fluttering with life, but at the time she entered a shadow movement and appeared within the town, everything was ash. Ash covered the streets, as did bodies, as blood covered the remaining structures, walls completely caved in as well from the houses that were here either completely burnt to the ground or still standing and on fire. Normally the site of this would be enough to make anyone throw up, dead bodies everywhere, or perhaps even cry -- but not Nami. Nami was not weak gutted, she did not care about the lives that were lost here, more about the idea of someone strong enough slaughtering all these people. Bending down slightly to one of the bodies, the Demon Queen would check the markings on these dead shinigami. Tenth division, huh? Nami thought to herself, slightly confused about what they'd be doing here in the first place.
As she walked, her vision would continue to shift around the burnt down village. Her completely black attire would be visible, her dark black boots clattered against the floor, her black skirt jagged and stopping on her upper thigh. Her black corset blending in with the skirt as the jacket was also blending rather well. Her golden eyes began to survey the surroundings, her right hand clenching slightly as the sound of clattering armor echoed through the air. "What are Shinigami doing here..." She said softly to her self, her soft womanly voice barely having any power to it at all. Yet as the moment she said this, a sudden gust of power shot over the town, all fires being extinguished within the blink of an eye and the reiatsu of shinigami being felt all over, as if the town was now drowned in it. Holding out her right hand, Nami would squint sightly, a yellow flash filling the air. As it faded, the Demon would now be seen to hold a golden blade. The golden blade would drag across the floor, blood slightly being caught on it's edge. Walking slowly, the scraping off her sword would be loud enough for anyone to hear.
Raising an eyebrow, Nami couldn't help but chuckle at the scene before her eyes. More shinigami, and not only that, but an ex-captain from over 400 years ago with a seemingly delicate woman. Not attempting to conceal her presence, the woman wielding a golden blade would make herself visible. As she walked, the clattering of her boots on the floor would be easily heard, a smile almost crossing her lips. It was unknown whether they would notice The Vicara Queen instantly or after a certain while, but she would simply stand there and view, standing only around a hundred meters or less from from the two white haired Shinigami. Her mind continued to ponder, but she couldn't help but find this spectacle interesting. The male was more confined, he held himself as if he was used to this type of scene. Whilst the woman... Well, she was obviously distraught. Like her own family was just killed right before her eyes, the only one standing. It would not be known that Nami was an Asthavon, however a demon among a bunch of dead Shinigami? That was a sign of hostility. With her blade covered in blood from dragging it against the ground, Nami would certainty appear to be the culprit here, even thought she was as innocent as the two Shinigami before her.
Fate was in the hands of the two people before her. Would they try to attack Nami without knowing the true limits of her power, or would they be rational? Fate was in their hands, at least... for now.
What did the code mean, Tonight Dragon's Die? It meant Tsubasa was going off to think and search for someone. Little did he know he would get a report of her presence being detected by a returning member of the family. Tsubasa's eyes looked up from his position giving the blade a flick he walked away. Before sheathing it, the lantern ridden path he had was simply filled with them. Tsubasa decided to open a Senkaimon, he had informed 46 if anything transpired he would step in. This was official business and something he would also label as very personal, Tsubasa stepped into the Senkaimon before vanishing as the object closed behind him. Using Shunpo's he traveled quickly how fast would he arrive it wouldn't take long. Tsubasa's presence was powerful, something known as the Demon born a Shinigami. Tsubasa was able to arrive on the scene above Hitsugaya and Neviah, his pressure blasted away the fog around them. Clearing this place of the meaningless fog that bothered the vision, his crimson gaze looked down upon them. Before examining the scene, this mission wasn't done just yet. Some of their people were slaughtered, his radar could pick up everything within a fairly large radius. A couple had lived through the event to the East and West, his gaze went down as he looked to Neviah. Tsubasa's body gave out some black foreign objects. Nanobots would scan out the area, the Head Captain's pressure was massive. He really had become a monster since they last had met, Tsubasa used a shunpo and stood right in front of Nami. The woman known as the Dragon Slayer as he remembered her, such a powerful conviction. This was the meeting of two people who were the same, silence was something intense between these two.
A demon born a Shinigami, Tsubasa Unabara. His aura and very presence almost demanded blood, but their was none of that. He didn't seem here to do anything more than what he had. Step before Nami, would this turn into a confrontation? No it was doubtful, as he looked into her eyes with the Crimson eyes she'd seen before hand. Words were exchanged in silence, nothing needed to be said between them. These two were the same creature born of different sides, their personalities lined up exactly. Both disliked crowds and would of rather stayed on the side lines. Tsubasa's goal's and nature had changed, just as she had. He did still have the aura and seemed almost wanting to stay alone, but he had such a massive power and charisma that no choice was left. On his body now the robe of the Captain Commander blew, his face remained expressionless. His blonde hair seemed to move slightly in the breeze, the man who claimed a Dragon would die this day in the command could had delivered.
Tsubasa had met one Dragon Slayer in his life, she was it and the battle they had changed both of their lives. Tsubasa was promoted to the position of Captain Commander, he trained each Captain without effort. He hadn't forgotten Hitsugaya or Neviah, they were still in his mind. Nobody had dared follow him when he came here, Tsubasa had a mission in order he wanted to see her once more, his changes were evident the goal and desire changed in him. From simply butchering anyone who came near him to something more. His dream and goals were being brought to light, perhaps they both wanted this. To show the other the changes, she didn't do this. Tsubasa wasn't an idiot he fought the woman before, he knew well enough that she wouldn't kill anyone weaker than her. Nami wasn't that type of person, she simply didn't ever come across as that kind of being. Tsubasa could and would do so, but his job as a killer had created the animal he was. She had changed, Tsubasa could tell from the silent exchange.
Two beings so alike never existed in the realms. Their was a friction in the air, almost thick enough that someone could cut it. Nami and Tsubasa, the two loners who became Heroes in the war. Both learned that War was meaningless, each seemed to be making efforts to prevent the big one. But it wasn't hard to say what was going on, magic perhaps or something else. Nami was a rival, but also something more for Tsubasa she was a person he could relate too. Beyond that of Nis, Tsubasa and Nami were the coin that shared sides. Each had gone down roads that no one else dared to travel. Each had done things even their own race couldn't begin to fathom. They truly were the loners of the races that they hailed from, Tsubasa Unabara a man who was born all alone almost and kept it that way most of his life. Yet drew in people as naturally as breathing, Nami was the same while she didn't care for people outside her family. She drew them in like a magnet, it was something special.
His patients with her was ebbing away from his grasp in every sense of the phrase, this was entirely due to the motions she took to make an attempt at countering him having Shunpo'd in to remove her for but just a simple moment as to give her a chance at clearing her head and approaching this from an angle that would make it possible to bring whom they could home. She attempted to take his arm and bend it to his backside and then let the force do the work, this however, never came to fruition. Voiding most of what would potentially happen to take place after, such as him taking off his over coat to place around her form; he effortlessly dodged her attempt to clasp onto his arm via reading the moves in the moment just before he tried to get close enough. He, reading her body language, could tell she wasn't going to come willingly and clearly she planned on being far less than cooperative in any form or fashion. So just after his Shunpo next to her, rather than complete his previous action, he retracted his arm and the gesture entirely thus her counter was also altered; she would just miss him and possibly look a tad foolish as a result.
For nothing short or anything over just a moment longer, he looked at her in a mixture of disbelief and irritation. It's not that he didn't expect her to have some form of adverse reactions to his presence during her emotionally volatile condition but he had on some level hoped that his replacement in his previous division after his retirement would have more sense than this. He was never so bad as to be practically willing to blow a mission just because he felt upset. Keeping a cool head was something he was better at than most. But still, she had become a Captain thus she should be able to distinguish personal from duty. His aqua hued eyes looked at her in a mixture of slight pity, the pity quickly leaving his emotional scale entirely, and that of a rather serious expression. His lips twisted into somewhat of a frown and his eyes almost spoke with the way he was looking. It was almost as if this expression said: 'If this is how you are going to act, then you don't deserve that Haori you wear.' It wasn't as if he was meaning to come off that way, but being a Captain meant living by a certain standard. And sometimes that meant forcibly choking down pills that are more than just a little hard to swallow, as the saying goes.
But this look was quickly replaced by his usual stoic one, this would easily be normally attributed to how he normally looks and him having simply let the issue go seeing no need to continue in it as it was pointless. And to be perfectly honest, part of it was just that. The other part of it, however, was that he was a veteran Captain and even during this small and trivial confrontation he still was doing his duties. He was scanning over the area, searching for survivors and potential hostiles. He was very smart, and normally followed orders very well; but he wasn't by any means the type to leave this to someone else entirely without doing the work himself as well. It just wasn't in him, never did trust very well. He picked up on a few survivors as well as... Well, this was new. He recognized the species of individual and had a guess or two as to the identity, this was possible not just to his near detective like nature but also the fact that given his position he was often allotted positions in which he handled classified intel and thus knew a considerable lot more than most gave him credit for. He knew what she was, whom she was and the possibility of her being a hostile. But Toshiro was never the type to 'shoot first and ask questions later', as it were.
Before he could make any real reactions or conclusions, the Captain-Commander showed up and put on the show he did even if it might have been somewhat unintentional. Toshiro had guessed much, much earlier that this wasn't right and that things could and probably would get considerably complicated in a very short time. The fact that his teammate had practically set up a beacon of their current position as if they were some kind of Shinigami lighthouse didn't help too much. Fuck Toshiro for being sentimental and letting her put out the fires on her fallen, right? He said nothing, not to the Captain and not to the possible foe. He simply made a casual b-line for the right side of the Captain-Commander. I might need to take you out of retirement, he said. It'll be fun, he said. Yeah, right. He missed his job, the quiet was good but sometimes in itself it was deafening. However, as with most things, there was aspects he didn't miss. Finally making it to Tsubasa's side, it was here which he stood. Not speaking, not motioning in any way. He had a bad feeling about all this....
As Neviah continued to pray, she could begin to feel the air shift, due to Aura of the Shamans being put into the shifting of Air. The presence of a living being was mobile as they began to shift from a further distance, and close in on their location which told her that it could potentially be the perpetrator of this sad massacre. Neviah didn't move an inch while she continued to pray in silence, hoping for a respectful response from anywhere that would allow her message of forgiveness to be heard. She knew in reality, that there was no way a Rosary like her would ever be allowed to communicate with God, if there ever was one, due to her being a malfunctioned existence, but even so, those that have passed before her did believe in a higher being, like the Soul King, so she shall pray to their deity for them, to hope for safe passage.
As Nami came into vision, Neviah was prepared to attack with an all out rage. She wanted answers, and she wanted to know who would dare cause such a bloody scene, and the reasons behind this sad display of murder. She stood up, standing away from Nami, as well as Hitsguaya, her eyes still shrouded under her bangs, and tears steadily falling down her cheeks. Sadness was still surrounding her broken heart as Malice was not taking hold, but present in the current stage of Purity within Neviah. She wanted to summon Insidious from her blade, and in a swift motion, appear on top of the enemies blade to prevent any sort of counter strike, as she surrounds the enemy by Soul Chain, and the Scars of Eternity to her throat. She would demand answers and all, but instead of performing said action, Neviah's grip around her Glass Wakizashi loosened a little, as the presence of another was shot into Neviah's Aura of the Shamans. Another being moved and displaced Air, making his location known, and soon, he let loose his reitsu, telling everyone of his arrival. That being, was none other than the very Captain-Commander Tsubasa. The man who sent her and Hitsugaya on this mission, and declined to get involved due to any political matters, but showed up anyways.
What does it matter anyways? Neviah didn't care who was there, or why they were there anymore, she just wanted to tend to the broken bodies of those who were slain this day, and properly lay them to rest. It was her fault they died the way the did, in that she didn't get any relay of Check Ins from her troops, and she didn't demand her Seated Officers to relay the messages to her. She failed them, and she deserved any punishment deemed for her for their deaths. As Tsubasa made his way to intercept the Demon Queen, Hitsugaya met in suit and the two stood before the Demon in utter silence. What was Neviah to do? Was she to get between the two males and attack her under suspicion of murder? Neviah didn't care anymore honestly. The two were more than qualified to handle this situation now, and Neviah no longer required to be here. The inner 4th Division Vice-Captain started to show, as Neviah began to prepare the journey ahead for the deceased in her care.
Not saying a word, Neviah drew her blade, as the black smoke began to disappear and dissipate from the Zanpaktou. It returned to it's beautiful and clear see-through state, as Neviah stabbed the open air before her, opening a Senkai Gate once again. Neviah was very skilled with the Gates, as she was the 10th Division Captain, and needed to go to and from the Living Realms all the time, thus she would have authorization to summon them at any time, but she needed approval for her destinations. This destination didn't need approval however, as she was returning home. The gate opened, as a blinding white light shot out from the other side of the gate. The light didn't bother Neviah in the slightest as she continued to look down, her eyes being shielded by her hair, and tears continued their steady flow.
Lifting her left hand, the chains that were bound to each lifeless body began to move upward and float up. The sounds of clinking chains could be heard, as the dead began to float, and flow into the Senkai gate one by one. She didn't care what Tsubasa, Nami, or Hitsugaya thought. She was leaving this desolate battlefield with all her fallen, and she was going to personally wash them, dress each of them, and prepare them for their final rest. She was going to take the rest of her day, close off the 10th Division, and have all of her Shinigami prepare to perform honors in their loss. This was a day of loss for all of her Division, and these souls will be given their respects by all of her members, male and female, Non-Commissioned and Officers. They will all pay their respects and today will be a day in their honor.
As the last body went through the Senkai gate entering the grounds of the 10th Division, Neviah stood before the gate still, in silence. Why would anything like this happen, she didn't know. But she will take action to ensure that it never happens again. That Check Ins are reported to her when delayed more than 24 Hours. She will build a response team to when teams do not check in, and aid in ensuring that lives are not lost. This will not happen again, not under Neviah's watch. Turning back one last time, Neviah turned her head to get a look at Tsubasa, Hitsugaya, and Nami. Her light tan eyes, filled with sorrow in the loss of these innocent beings as the tears clearly showed the sadness in her heart. She just gazed upon them all, looking at these beings who believe themselves stronger than others, but for what cause? Do they all not realize that lives were lost on this day? Finally, Neviah turned, and walked through the gate, having it close behind her, and leaving this nightmare filled land, full of death and despair...