Operation Rampages Remorse

There was a pause in action between the two males as the ashen eyes of the Crow seemed to dart off in different directions. There was no doubt in the mind of Zin that he was thinking, contemplating and reflecting on the actions he made. After all, it was a rather huge question to digest, process and then think of a response for. Thus, he'd allow for him to gather his senses, form some kind of reply and then see if his intentions were sincere or not. Having gone through this same scene in the past, The Yuudeshi felt he could maneuver through the signs of physical and spiritual language the body gives off in order to deduce such a thing.

So, as the fake Zanpakutō of the Crow's shattered into pieces, The Vizard King started to feel that was a potential sign from above that he was breaking off the shambles of his former-self. Maybe he was a bit superstitious, but in the world of the supernatural, who couldn't afford to believe in something higher than themselves? Therefore, it further solidified wanting to mend this situation with mercy, kindness and words; rather than employing any kind of forceful tactics on the male. As, for the time being, The Yuudeshi didn't feel such methods needed to be enforced because he was one of his own.

Indeed, this thinking may have been biased, but Zin was ready to deal with the consequences of it. For, to him, there was barely any harm done. The prisoners were rounded up quite easily due to his action, so this made the operation all but easy. A majority of those hit by Jadens strike? Well, heh, as long as they were still alive, The Doctor proficient enough to treat that of The Beast of Karakura would see that each and every one of them who landed in his office would recover to the best of his ability with his staff. And as for the property that was damaged in the wake of such an attack? Well, The Yuudeshi Clan had more than enough money that they could throw at the property until it was built forty times over.

Thus, with his arguments ready for any peering parties, The King of Vizards felt he could deal with the male before his feet. The spiritual pressure which was unleashed to reduce the last bits of his Zanpakutō to nothing were the final nail in the coffin of his character. With his enhanced hearing? It wasn't too difficult to pick up the muttering which came out of Jaeden's mouth. So, if nothing else, Zin was beginning to feel that the male could stand to be truthful -- if only because of his honor.

Taking a glance at the strikes of lightning in the atmosphere dissipating, Zin felt it was equally fine for his fire and heat to ease up and give way to the wintry climate. Hence, as the clash of electricity and fire faded, the dusting of snow began to ease into the environment once more as a cloud of fog swept the area.

Yeah, this felt more natural and right for The Vizard King. Putting aside everything else and standing in what was right for this season, there was no more time for the shadow of lies to creep behind them anymore. With yet another stare down, the male gave a soft smile to the Crow to show that things were indeed -- alright. There was a sense of heaviness about the male, but the fire of Zin's spirit was meant to burn, soften and loosen up that dense weight of his soul's burden. At least, that is the effect The Yuudeshi's aura was intended to have with it's intent to take the strain of stress away from the Vizard in this moment so that he may think clearly and without interference from his minds troubles.

Regardless of that, however, it seemed that the truth was still going to come oozing out of the male's mouth. For, when given time to sober up, this lone Crow started spewing out words which echoed out the sentiment that he was indeed -- a clone. That was a rather amusing thing to express to the Vizard King. Why, one might ask? 'Tis a simple question to answer: The Yuudeshi Project.

Day in and day out, Zin was quite used to the conundrum of the cloning process. He's seen the mental aspect of the clones, helped improve their health to a stable ground and learned to disassociate them from their originator. Hence, for this to occur with Jaeden? Heh, it was quite the amusing turn of events to say the least.

None the less, it was time to give the boy some proper guidance. So, when he finished his first segment of words to him, The Vizard King saw forth to step in and speak his peace:

"If you are a clone, that does still not devalue your life. You have free will, strength and a person who cares for you."

In that instant, The Yuudeshi would motion toward himself in order to reference, directly, who he meant. And, in away, Zin truly did care for him in a weird-brotherly way. That's how he saw everyone in the Vizard Corps: his family, his blood and the people who helped build the world of Vizards to be what it is now. So, to that end, he felt as King that he a responsibility to see that his men and women alike were taken care of and loved.

Which is why, on this frigid day, he wanted to extend his words and actions of warmth to the hurt Crow in the hopes of guiding him through this darkness and towards some semblance of twilight. For one cannot live without the darkness, and neither can one live without the light. They must accept what has come, embrace who they are and step forward into the future with hopes of putting these troublesome worries to bed. By doing so? They'd begin evolving as a person in order to be happy and move away from this pit of utmost despair

"So don't take that for granted, friend. The stream of life and death in this world are so intertwined, that even those killed by your blade, can find a second chance in this life or the next."

Those were the words that Zin uttered in a strong and firm stance as he heard the explanation of The Clone's hardship. It was in that moment, that in The Yuudeshi's mind, he decided that the male was innocent. What other choice did he have if he was brainwashed from that early of an age? None. That's what. Therefore, he'd assist with bringing him back to his feet as a true brother and friend would when the person under their care is sick.

"Thus, if you want to atone for those things, then live to better yourself and don't sully the lives of the spirits whom have been claimed by you by giving out here."

Speaking with the utmost of conviction, the tone of The Yuudeshi's voice was gentle, yet so hardened and in place at the same time. The perfect mixture of formal and informal aspects merged into one. Holding out his right arm, The Vizard King gave a soft smile as the freezing winds of old man winter whipped past them both. This gesture, this single gesture, was meant to allow the Crow to take another chance at life to work off the sins of his life and move on from them with the help of The Corps behind him.

"You were just as much of a victim as those you killed. One cannot blame a killer if all they are taught is to kill. What matters is choice and you were never given that choice since you were but a child."

And with those words, Zin nodded his head forward and motioned for him to stand and take his hand.

"Which is why, for your punishment, you will need to serve and better the world around you under the Vizard Corps. If you make the choice to kill for reasons which are not justified, then I will deal with you myself. But, given your new lease on life, I do not foresee that becoming a problem, right, friend?"

Chuckling a bit, there was nothing else that really needed to be said to Jaeden. The choice was all but up to him now. He could either take the hand of liberation and live a life of choice, or chose to remain in the shadows and proceed with life as a horrid criminal filled with pain and loathing. No. Not even that. He'd move on with life as nothing more -- than a slave. Therefore, what words and actions The Crow would take from here were all but of the utmost of interest to The Yuudeshi as he kept a rigid eye on the sight of his disciple.

In the meantime, most of The Vizard Corps members were allotted access into the area. They begun sweeping up the prisoners in droves of packs that consisted of a dozen Vizards each. They dawned their mask, adorned the Vizard Corps logo and started transporting the KO'd prisoners into vans to be delivered to the Karakura Central Maxium Security Prison in Sukai Karakura Central.

All of them were fitted with DES Chokers in order to suppress their power, make them weakened and fit for transports. As, from orders within the higher-ups in Karakura Central, they wanted these men alive. Since, if nothing else, they'd be dealt with in the next realm over as the Soul Society may want to punish with these menaces as they saw fit. After all, they also thought a peace-offering between the Living World and the Seireitei could be made with this action.

And it seemed, with all the forces that had assembled on the field, this was becoming more and more of a reaity of triumph for the forces that wished to protect this city on this day. Many Corps Members started rounded up the goons that were rounded up by both Hayato and Perseus. They spawned into groups of two dozen, saluted them and gave thanks for their efforts as they rounded up the bodies that piled up in the wake of their actions.

Which is why, when taking a brief glimpse at the chaotic scene unfolding in the highschool, Zin could only give a single thumbs up towards the direction of Hayato and Perseus. For, if nothing else, they were going to succeed in the objective of cleaning up the scum in Karakura City. There were a few lives lost in the mix, sure, but the overall success of the mission seemed to be stable when The King arrived. It was going to be a pain to deal with the press later, but they had people reaching far into the media to assist with that. Both, from The Vizard Corps and the influence that The YUudeshi Clan had.

Therefore, for now, all that he needed to focus on: was The Crow.

Now, what would he do?