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Mirja knew the flaws to her technique, that it was to fast for even her to react to once she had committed to it. Even knowing he was the ex-Head Captain, she had underestimated him and not gone hard like she should have, he had seen her coming, before she actually started to come at him. That was the mark of a magnificent warrior. He had hit her hard, and in that moment gotten a true appreciation for Mirja's body. It's density was probably unlike anything he had ever encountered before. While some things may have been more durable, her body, and the latex oversuit she was wearing, had a unique density to them, which was probably the reason behind her lack of Reiatsu.
As she was launched back by the blow, Mirja was amazed by him. He had taken her as fast as she was going, blasted her back, cracked three ribs even through the bodysuit, and didn't even seem to have sprained a finger. This, was like an ant fighting a lion. But Mirja was never a girl to give up, so once she crash landed, she focused to make sure she had exactly which ribs were broken down pat, and then set her Territorial Tulpa on them. The ribs were not quite broken, but they would be if she took any more damage.
The most amazing thing, however, is that Zeda thought a high nineties Hadō was something to use in a training situation. That was just straight up lethal, god dam it. Crazy ass bastards, the lot of them... "I am usually a lot better with my fighting. Just, never seen anyone actually react to that. You were fast, and I wanted to catch you off guard before the fight actually begun, but you seemed to do even that" She exclaimed, jumping back to her feet now the damage was fixed, and activating her Zero-Point Soul Refraction Technique. It was wonky and made her feel like blegh, but she needed it for this situation. She was quickly proven right when a massive blast crashed into her, and knocked her back a few feet, not much more thanks to her super technique, but still considerable when you factored in how her weight almost tripled using this technique.
And then, he was coming at her. Her mind was at war with itself as he did. One half controlled her with a steely emotionless look on her face, as her silver irises and pupils bored into Tsubasa, her Ocular Awakening allowing her to track him, and the final energy block of her Plus Ultra being burned as a Physical Instant so she could react in time, while the other was wailing that she'd never be able to, and he had a trick up his sleeve that would make all her efforts pointless. Her hands were too far away to move into position in time, so she made new ones, a pair of thick black arms spawning from her chest and launching towards the Head Captain as he came towards her, only to vanish and leave the arms without a target.
The boop to her head was not something she was expecting, and caught her still in a martial mindset, so instinct burned within her blood, causing a second pair of thick, black arms to sprout from her shoulders and launch at Tsubasa with supersonic speed, the crack of the fists making them sound like guns, and giving them their name. It would be a fine test of his abilities to see how he reacted to this. Knowing an attack was coming made it's speed moot, but being caught off guard by an extra pair of fists rushing towards you was an entirely different story.
From the far side of Shino Academy, he had felt it. Honestly, at this point, likely the entire Soul Society could feel it. Three distinct sources of reiatsu in close proximity, exerting quantities of spiritual power that defied description. Young Ryuzawa Hogosha found himself scarcely able to even look in the direction of whatever colossal confrontation had gotten underway just now, a short distance from the Second Division headquarters.
Yet look he must. Morbid scholarly curiosity would allow him to do nothing else. And when merely looking had yielded no further answers to his growing list of questions about what the hell was in fact going on, he found that he had convinced himself to try for a closer look. Now that he was almost there, crossing rooftops when able and winding through streets when not, he almost had cause to second-guess that decision.
The air itself was oppressive to even move through, choked with the power of those three souls and their reiatsu. Somehow, Ryuzawa was able to forge on, until at last he came upon the site of... a sparring match? That was the only way the scene could be described, since a full-blown battle would surely have raised alarm bells so close to a Gotei headquarters. From a feasibly safe (he hoped) distance, the Kido Corps novice watched.
Three figures were trading blows. Two of them - wait, was that Captain Yuudeshi? - appeared to be cooperating against the third, and none had drawn their Zanpakuto just yet. Ryuzawa kept his silence, half concentrating on observing this unusual sparring bout, half on simply keeping himself in one piece in the presence of such dense reiatsu. He shifted his focus more acutely to the former at the sensation of a subtle shift in the spirit energy emanating from Captain Yuudeshi; a telltale sign, he had learned, of the imminent invocation of Kido. But while nary a word left the Captain's mouth, what he brought into being was an impossible volley of Kido spells, back to back to back, some of them even morphing into one another as the result of compound incantations.
Ryuzawa could scarcely find the time to blink, transfixed by this astounding display of Kido prowess. Silent and awed, he continued to watch, and quietly entertain hope that he would not be noticed. Merely being in the presence of this unfolding battle somehow felt like trespassing...
He managed to avoid the fists as well. Supersonic fists over less than six foot just moved out of the way as if they were meandering flies. This guy was way beyond Mirja's comprehension, and so she decided to just not comprehend. She had come here because he was interesting, and now she had interested him, so she would head off. Zeda was getting super serious as well, so Mirja just used her special Eve Prime legs, and the Auspicious Small Gods that she was packing, to take off several dozen feet away from the event horizion, where she would watch unmolested. She was never a Kido girl anyway.
Swoosh, kapow, Tigers, excitement! Was how it seemed to go down. And that was cool, but Mirja was a simple girl, and all these explosions bored her. She was a girl that punched, and punched hard, with many varied techniques for punching, and that was were she was content. All this Kido was so not her. But then it came to light that someone else was around, and Tsubasa said they - as in all of them - were throwing around a lot of Spiritual Pressure. Mirja's ears could easily pick it up even over here.
"Don't blame me! Not throwing any Spiritual Pressure over here" she exclaimed, before returning when he mentioned about the Unabara clan needing Retainers. It was a bit much for Mirja, she preferred her life of just living. Vastime was enough responsibility for her right now, and she knew her temperament, so she wasn't looking to expand. "As for the Retainer thing, I'm not sure I'm the right girl for it. Just a wolf girl with an unpredictable mentality. I could cook, feed your new family, but as for actual responsibility, I've never been good with that. Hence still being seated and all"
All too quickly, the demonstration appeared to be over; not least because Ryuzawa had been spotted on the sidelines, in spite of his silence. How his comparatively meager reiatsu was enough to be sensed in the midst of all this, he could only guess. Perhaps the fighters' powers of perception were simply that keen.
One name in particular had captured his attention, so that when he was invited to step forward, he did so with his eyes fixed upon the blond man.
"Did I hear that correctly? Tsubasa... Unabara, the former Captain-Commander?" He looked frankly awestruck, just about sensible enough to remember to bow his head. "Forgive me, sir, I had no idea what I was looking at. I couldn't even keep track of how fast you were all moving... And that Kido!" He turned his attention toward Zeda, his apparent apprehension giving way to a smile of curious excitement. "Captain Yuudeshi, that was... inspirational! I've never seen such a combination."
In the midst of that excitement, he rather appeared to have forgotten his manners. When he realised this, he paused and dropped into another bow, this time at the group at large. "I'm sorry, I really ought to have introduced myself by now. Ryuzawa Hogosha, Second Division."
New guy fawned over Head Captain, but Mirja didn't really give him any mind. She was instead focused on Tsubasa as he said he would teach her how to really fight. A phrase that made her roll her eyes. "Everyone in the world thinks their way is best. But yet everyone in the world has, or should have, their own way to fight. Nobody's style is perfect, and nobody's style is fit for everyone. There is no way to 'really' fight. Copying someone only cripples your own creativity unless you take that and make your own style from it" She exclaimed, before watching him and his cardinal mark thing.
What did entice her, was that he told her she could get faster. Stronger was by the by, that happened naturally as her Reiatsu grew within her. Stronger was just something that would happen if she waited, but faster? Faster needed some work done to it, and was something she'd never quit chasing. all anyone had to do to entice her to join their band was to say she could get faster when she marched to the tune, and she would join up and bang the drum till it inevitably broke. She broke things a lot.
"Well, when you put it that way" she said, grinning broadly as she stepped forward, before stopping. "Could, you bind that Cardinal thing to Hvit, my Inner Hollow? Would it work like that if I did my Vizard mask and then you slapped it on there? She's a friend and I want to give her something that shows I trust her a great deal. And something like this is just what the Hollow Doctor ordered" She told Tsubasa. Maybe showing that she was friends with what was meant to be an enemy was bad? But she'd not let anything or anyone get between her and Hvit.