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Post by Sachio on Jan 1, 2023 22:13:07 GMT -5
CAT AND MOUSE
Type: Retrieve (PvE) (Repeatable)
Level: 1
Description: A dangerous prisoner has escaped from the Maggot’s Nest prison and fled to the Living World.
Find and return them unharmed.
Do not let them hurt anyone else.
It was a normal night for the 3rd seat officer. He planned on spending that winter night finishing up some paper work and then retreating to his bed with a warm cup of tea, but that wasn't to be the case this time around. An escaped and dangerous prisoner from the maggots's nest had found their way into the jurisdiction of a soul reaper Miura Sachio oversaw. The task of bringing back escaped criminals usually fell to the 2nd division, but with the issue of jurisdiction issue the 2nd division sent a single squad member and let the 6th handle the rest. Sachio was the man put in charge of this unusual situation. He commanded the 2nd division soul reaper who reported to him to follow him to retrieve the last member of this unlikely crew, an escort from the 11th division. Why an escort from the 11th division well truthfully the 6th division was quiet busy this time of year. Human activity went way up around the holidays and that meant more hollows and more pluses to send onward. Tried as Sachio might he could not find appropriate personnel to accompany him on this trip with out risking the constant patrol of the 6th divisions slice of the world of the living. By contrast the 11th division rarely had any actual job to do, and were usually at least capable in combat. When faced with this predicament the 11th division seemed to have someone in mind who would be willing to help shore up his numbers. He was told his escort would be quite skilled, but he didn't have high hopes. As Sachio made his way to the meeting location he read over the report once again. The target was a former soul reaper a member of the 12th division in charge of biological research. Upon an audit of his lab they had found subjects subjects of the Rukongai turned into grotesque beast. The criminal was arrested only a week ago but seemingly slipped out of the maggots net by unknow means. In an assumed attempt to buy time he crossed through an open Senkaimon to Nara, Japan and evaded 6th division soul reapers who attempted to stop him. A soul reaper of the 6th division who was familiar with the area was supposedly waiting for them on the other side of the Sekaimon patiently. How the target made his escape from the secure prison, Sachio didn't know, but he would soon find out. Sachio arrived about 2 minutes before schedule. Now where is that 11th division soul reaper? He mumbled to himself. He was eager to get going and put this problem to bed. |
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This is what it's like being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
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Post by Koshou on Jan 2, 2023 5:05:35 GMT -5
"Another escort, huh? Yeah, yeah ..."
Koshou gave the grumbled reply, waving off the Hell Butterfly with a half-asleep gesture. The call had come in rather late tonight, but he really couldn't complain since he'd put his name in for any extra assignments that came through after all. With a heave and sigh, the stocky-shouldered man picks himself up and makes short work of getting himself ready to do serious work. He wraps the stiff, not really cloth-like bandage strips he's been testing for Research and Development about his abdomen and dons his shihakusho. Grabbing up his Zanpakuto, the man is soon off toward the Senkaimon and the pair of Shinigami he's set to meet. 'Well, at least the middle of the night calls are usually interesting.'
Soon spotting what appears to be his group, Koshou is cutting the distance, arriving a reliable one to two minutes late and in a rush as he all but skids to a stop around the Soul Reaper that's there to escort them, and the 3'rd seat officer of the Sixth Division. "Ho, there!" He calls out, finally coming to a full and complete stop with just enough fanfare to try and make it seem as though he'd meant to be just as rushed as he seems! "Hattori Koshou, reporting for duty!" His right hand rests easily on the hilt of his Zanpakuto, and broad shoulders combined with being slightly taller than the other man, gives him at the very least an impressive presence. Where Sachio's reishi carries the sense and weight of water, even as he approaches - the seated Officer can feel the more erratic and loosely controlled reiatsu that seems to almost bleed out of Koshou even while he stands there. It's the expression on his face, easy-going and friendly with a lopsided smile that seems completely at odds with the more intimidating aspects of his frame, that helps to cut through that and give this man from Division Eleven a warm and welcoming kind of aura about him. "What's the word?"
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Post by Sachio on Jan 2, 2023 19:05:38 GMT -5
The man is late, but only by a few minutes. If Sachio was his commanding officer, he'd make sure to put pressure on him, but as it stands there was no time for Sachio to spend berating an escort. The 11th division member was tall and imposing at first glance, but on a second take his smiled seemed almost dopey. He seemed to at least be a positive guy and not a complete downer. A good quality if one could be serious when the time called for it.
3rd Seat of the 6th division Miura Sachio, and this is Fushigiri Taiga a member of the 2nd division who is familiar with the target. Forgive me but there is little time for pleasantries. Sachio put on his air of nobility as he always did when faced with an unknown entity. He could not risk offending someone above him, nor exposing himself to someone untrust worthy. This man seemed to simply be a soul reaper of common circumstance, but one could never be too careful. It was now he noticed the reiatsu leaking from Koshou. It seemed his control was lacking. A grave sin in for a noble, but no harm. It was likely more potent than Sachio's own Reiatsu. Something Sachio took note of.
His question seemed to be slang requesting information. Sachio paused for a second, but eventually got it. The word, as it were, is there is an escapee from the maggot's nest a former 12th division biological researcher charged with crimes against humans and Rukongai citizens. He has escaped into Nara, Japan via Sekaimon. There is a guide waiting for us that likely knows his general location. We will move quickly to APPREHEND. Harming the target is strictly forbidden Sachio stressed this to Koshou, knowing the bloodlust that the 11th division was rumored to carry.
Without skipping a beat, Sachio turned away from the pair of soul reapers, and opened a gate to the world of the living. His hell butterfly already flying towards the gaping doorway as if knowing that Sachio wanted to move quickly. Any questions? Sachio paused just before stepping through the gate looking back to Koshou and Taiga.
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This is what it's like being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
Koshou
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Post by Koshou on Jan 3, 2023 20:24:19 GMT -5
Geh ... the ones from Six are always so proper.
Koshou takes a moment to reach into the folds of his kimono and retrieves one of his seemingly endless supply of cigarettes to tuck one at the corner of his mouth. The small waft of sulfur and smoke precipitate the lightning of the thing, and as Sachio turns the taller of the two lets his right hand drop to rest against the hilt of his Zanpakuto in a casual yet ready posture. "No questions .. but one small thing. I know you meant we can't kill him, gotta bring him back in. But sometimes the distinction of your mindset can be important. He's going to resist, and we are gonna hurt him. The key is going to be keeping our footprint to a minimum."
The words that come from the dopey and somewhat aloof seeming Soul Reaper have an edge of experience and wisdom about them, and while Sachio can't see it as he faces the Senkaimon, he can hear the shift in Koshou's voice. In that subtle turn, gone is the playful almost lethargic or lazy notes of his tone and words. Soft-spoken still, but with the edge of quiet that comes with focus not frivolity. Taking a step forward to keep himself in time and in pace with his escort and their guide into the world of the living, the man gives a nod to himself as much as the others. "I admit, I don't know Japan as well as I do our Western patrols. I place my trust in your experience to know the lay of the land. Give me the same benefit when the time comes, and we should home in no time!" There, at the end comes back some of that almost playful kind of excitement. Cliche or no, Koshou certainly seems to embody that edge of crazy that's all but a requirement for Division Eleven: The prospect of the coming battle doesn't fill him with worry or concern, but with anticipation and fervor.
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Post by Sachio on Jan 4, 2023 22:20:37 GMT -5
Sachio had an aversion to smoking. It reminded him of his own father. The time he spent surrounded by woman he practically owned in a dark room filled with the scent of incense and tobacco. The smell took Sachio back to kneeling before him and acquiescing to every request the vile man had. He was made into a lap dog for the absentee parent once he showed any promise at all after years of neglect, abuse, and ridicule. Sachio had bared it purely for revenge. Sachio was now in position to succeed, and won't risk his chance due to a putrid smell, but his fist clenched as Koshou lit it up. The distaste would be obvious, but he'd say nothing.
Sachio listened to the words of the older seeming Shinigami. The carefree tone has shifted giving Sachio pause. He knew there would be resistance. I'm aware there will be resistance, but a soul reaper must follow orders and complete the task with nobility. You're here as insurance in case the worst happens. If the order is to not harm the target then we won't unless it is absolutely necessary. I'm sure Fushigiri has ways to incapacitate or otherwise detain a target without the use of excessive force. Sachio bit back despite the change of the man's tone. To lead he could not remain silent when matter of policy arose. He looked to Taiga who nodded. I am capable of Kido based restraints and none lethal low impact hand to hand combat. Sachio acknowledged the statement and then continued. I know all of japan, as that is the area that the 3rd seat is to over see the operation of. However, the man on the ground will be more useful than I will be. I've only been in the officer overseeing Japan for a short time. Sachio relented his in experience as they arrived.
They emerged into Nara in a small open green field with a few deer, scattered about eating peacefully. The area was large and open save for a collection of shrines and temples with traditional architecture that were scattered across the park like area. Standing at attention, was a man of average height and slight of build. His hair was a dark and messy mop that covered his eyes. 3rd seat Miura, welcome to Nara. The man spoke with a sharp tone showing that he was not a fan of the third seat. Sachio would ignore his tone.Tokiyama, report. Sachio stated with an even tone as the man started running. Sachio followed and listened as he gave his information. He expected the others to follow.
The target was last seen entering the large shrine ahead. One other 6th division member pursued him but decided to wait for back up before entering the building. Sachio nodded. A swift and decisive capture will the plan, distraction and strike will be the tactic. A kido binding from Fushigiri, and frontal assault with the goal of movement suppression by Koshou will be our method. I and the other member of the sixth division will serve as to prevent escape and provide long/mid range support to Hattori. Tokiyama you and the other 6th division member secure the exits. I will enter with Hattori, and Fushigiri. Tokiyama gave a reluctant nod surprised and how swiftly Sachio delivered his plan. The other soul reaper slowly came into to sight, they were almost at the temples doors.
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This is what it's like being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
Koshou
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Post by Koshou on Jan 5, 2023 7:03:20 GMT -5
It's in silence that Koshou follows the seated officer through the Senkaimon, and through to the other side. He listens in his way, nodding quietly to himself as the young Shinigami seems to take his leadership seriously and with the same kind of adherence to scripture and structure that is indeed common to his division. This doesn't seem to bother the stockier man though, now that they're on mission and on site he seems all business. If Koshou notices any sense of display from Sachio concerning his cigarette, he doesn't seem to show it as the thing does seem to dangle precariously at the corner of his mouth in an almost lazy kind of way. The tobacco is sweet; Turkish perhaps or something like it as the occasional drift of the smoke will make its way on the breeze.
"Sounds good to me. I'll do my best to hold back .. I don't have complete control over how much of my reiatsu burns through the blade, so I promise you if I don't meet your standard entirely it's not intentional." An Excuse? It doesn't sound like one, the sentiment in the man's voice sounding genuine. To that end, it does seem to track with the way the Soul Reaper seems to almost bleed off bits of his reishi at random intervals as it is - never quite being able to keep it entirely in check. "Your plan seems sound, let's see how the first arrows fall" he murmurs toward Sachio, his right hand dropping to grip loosely but with intention at the hilt of his Zanpakuto. "Not long now ..." he offers, even more quietly than the last. These words seem not for Sachio, but for himself in some fashion.
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Post by Sachio on Jan 8, 2023 0:51:55 GMT -5
Sachio was satisfied and ready to begin the operation. As they approached the temples doors and the waving Shinigami, the door started to open. Sachio expected to see their target, but instead what crept out was a monster.
Sachio and the rest of the Shinigami saw a half human half hollow amalgamation. This one had the body of a young woman, but a dark green lizard tail and half of a hollow mask covering her face. The being gave of a cursed energy. It's limited Reiatsu more jagged and uncontrollable than Hattori Koshou's. It lunged at the unprepared sixth division soul reaper attempting to bite it, but Sachio moved first. With a flash step and a quick draw his blade met the beasts face stopping it from clamping down on the now fallen and shaken shinigami.
Sachio expected to be able to simply dispatch the creature, but it's physical strength was quite surprising it was all he could do to hold it back. Now from this close up angle he could see that half of the face was still human and it was crying. Sachio grit his teeth. He felt sorry for whatever had happened to this poor human soul, but he wasn't sure there was anything he could do but keep it's fangs from reaching any of his comrades.
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This is what it's like being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
Koshou
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Post by Koshou on Jan 8, 2023 19:26:14 GMT -5
As the doors slowly creak open to reveal the monstrosity that comes forth from the large entrance of the temple building, Koshou's hand doesn't need to drop for his sword, it's never left the hilt. His eyes dart from one side to the other, seeming almost as if frozen in the moment or taken by surprise by the poor soul that's already mid-transition from whatever ragged remains of its soul into the hollow-fied creature that's barrelling down on them now! As Schio moves to intercept the hollow, the quickness of his movements impressive and nothing less than expected for someone representing the Sixth division. The sound of metal clanging quietly can be heard as the teeth of the hollow's mask clamps down onto the blade of his Zanpakuto, forcing the pair into the stand-still as Sachio exerts all of his strength to hold the creature back.
And then Koshou is moving. Stepping on the ground with one straw sandal, the Soul Reaper is suddenly dashing forward with a massive push to propel himself toward the entrance of the temple with great speed. As his frame flits past the Hollow clamping down on Sachio's sword, his right arm extends out, as raw purple-black energy begins to crackle and twist around his outstretched hand; fingers crooked and jagged like claws seeking to rip. "Byakurai!" The intense bolt of lightning-like energy comes blasting out of the Shinigami's palm and lances through the air toward the side of the hollow's face that ISN'T protected by the covering of that bone mask. He doesn't expect the lightning to incur major damage against the thing, but it may be enough for the moment to get it to let go of his escort's blade.
Now the stocky man is shifting past the hollow like a flash of light in the darkness with his attack, and passing the two for now to pause at the entrance of the temple itself. His eyes shift first into the darkness, peering with more than just his visual senses as he searches for any other signs of spiritual energy within the building itself.
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Post by Sachio on Jan 11, 2023 21:57:06 GMT -5
Sachio felt he was in a bind, and he wasn't sure which of his men he could count on. As he was about to make the risky maneuver of pulling on some his own spiritual reserves to increase his power, Hattori leapt into action. His ruthless Byakurai left the unfortunate soul heavily damaged and stunned.
Sachio noted how the Byakurai was a different color and seemed to have an uncontrolled, but insanely powerful nature. Whatever pause Sachio had about striking the combatant was erased by the fervor of battle and decisive action of Hattori.
In the moment the beast was stunned he was able to draw his second blade and with a bit of Battojutsu slice through it's stomach disemboweling it. The creature slumped before him as the other two Shinigami caught up to him and Hattori.
Finally Sachio could see into the temple. The main area had exactly three more of these Hideous hollow hybrids. Thier Reatsu was courrputed and foul. Each of them had noticed the small squad and was charging forth like crazed beast.
Behind them was a lanky man with a wicked smile somewhat twisted in fear. The beast he conjured would not be enough to buy him much time. He started to turn and flee towards the back of the temple.
We stick to the plan! Tokiyama cut off his escape! Mishima you stay here Fushigiri Pursue the Target do not let him get away I will cover you. Hattori... do what you do best! Sachio barked his orders, and followed Fushigiri to Pursue the fleeing target leaving the hollowfied beast to Hattori.
With two flash steps Sachio and Fushigiri were able to clear the temples floor and make it to the back exit their target had just fled through. It seemed that two of the beast where going to attempt to follow, and the other was bearing down on Hattori.
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This is what it's like being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
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Post by Koshou on Jan 13, 2023 11:38:49 GMT -5
"Do what you do best!"
The words bring a grin to Koshou's face. The smile is feral, lopsided as it bares one eyetooth that curves down into a faintly sharp point. His free hand takes the time to give an almost lazy, two-fingered salute toward Sachio as the other finally moves to draw his Zanpakuto while his attention shifts to those putrid hollowfied creatures. That unstable energy begins to rise about the Soul Reaper as he draws his strength around him somewhat, that kind of black-purple reishi starting to burn off of him and more importantly the length of his blade as he slowly draws it.
"You heard him ..."
"Make peace with what's left of your hearts."
Even as Koshou starts to move, two of the creatures break off in attempted pursuit of the Shinigami ordered to try and capture their intended target as he tries to make his escape. He pivots on his foot, twisting backward to change his direction almost like an athletic maneuver on the football pitch. The sight and frame of his body seems to split apart or flicker from sight as he moves with incredible speed; not defensive instincts kicking in now, but predatory ones. "Where do you think you're going?" Whispered words before he's leaping forward not unlike an ape or gorilla! Flying through the air in an arc, Koshou twists himself about like a whirlwind to gain momentum before slamming himself into the midst of the two Hollows as he cuts them off. Never give them time to react, never find their footing! Hamstring, knees, throat!
Soon the flashes of reishi sparking off defensive and evasive tactics can be seen and heard in the background and occasionally lighting up the darkness of the Temple within as Koshou engages these three in battle to keep them from the rest of the squad. It's almost on purpose to the onlooker that he leaves himself open enough to entice that third critter to follow after him, trying to capitalize on his shift of attention toward the other two. It rushes in toward the stocky Soul Reaper, looking like it'll have no trouble landing a savage blow at his back!
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Post by Sachio on Jan 14, 2023 23:55:45 GMT -5
It seemed like Hattori had stopped the beast from pursuing them. Sachio had little time to worry about the 11th squad member. He would come back to help once they had caught the escapee. Sachio and Fushigiri were chasing their quarry out in the open park again. The other 6th division member had been too slow and failed to cut off the targets escape. Fushigiri was faster than Sachio by a fair margin, but Sachio wasn't simply being left in the dust. He was at least staying close enough to provided support. Most importantly, they were closing in on the escaped criminal.
The man was moving as quickly as he could, but it seemed like he couldn't use flash step. For that reason, he wouldn't be able to evade for long. Fushigiri cut of his escape and as he turned to run back he ran right into Sachio's knife hand strike. Now off balance Fushigiri cast Hanizawa capturing the fugitive.
Mission completed. Fusigiri stay bring the target closer to use but keep watch of him outside of the temple. I don't want him to give commands to those beast. Tokiyama, with me let's return to Hattori. Sachio would have liked to Shunpo again to get back to him faster, but at this point Sachio had used up a lot of his limited stamina. I'll need to train even more...
A fast paced jog would have to do. Sachio made his way back to the temple with Tokiyama next to him he'd round the corner, and see what had become of Hattori's fight. His arm surging with electricity ready to fire off a byakurai if necessary.
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This is what it's like being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
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Post by Koshou on Jan 23, 2023 3:46:05 GMT -5
As the pair of Soul Reapers make their haste as best they can back toward the temple, even from a little bit of a distance it's clear to see that there's some definite battle going on inside to those who can see into the spiritual realm. As Sachio and his compatriot crest a small bit of hill to bring the temple back into full sight, they can still see the occasional but sudden flashes of lightning-like light coming from the darkened windows or the still-open large doors that serve as the holy building's main entrance. As they draw closer, soon the savage yells and strike exhalations of the Shinigami inside come into hearing range.
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"GYAHHH!" In the darkness of the temple, those flashes of lightning come every time the brass-and-gold blade of Koshou's Zanpakuto comes smashing in against claw, mask, or the defenses of the three enemies that the leader of this retrieval expedition had left behind for him to take care of. Two enemies remain now, as the flurry of action seems to fly apart in the darkness, as the shadowed form of Koshou skids across bared floor. He's crouching, his left hand clutching his sword and holding it to his side while his right rests knuckles a hair's breadth from the ground. The two remaining doomed souls seem to have reached further stages of their hollowfication - the masks that cover their faces all but complete even as the rest of them seem covered in a number of frenzied wounds that all seek to hamper and hamstring the creatures.
Reishi crackles around the blade as it's held apart from the Soul Reaper's body. That purple-black energy crackles and arcs along its length, still causing the occasional flicker and flash that partially illuminates the gristly scene. Even as Sachio and his partner make it back to the Temple proper, Koshou is rushing forward once more in that feral style to start blazing a series of rapid-fire strikes that see him hopping, leaping, or rolling about very much like a primate as his blade flashes over and over. Wounded, these blows all aim for that mask, center and true as he endeavours to send an outright blitz of attacks at the remaining hollows. In the echo of silence that follows, all that can be heard for a moment is the heavy panting breaths of Koshou as half-crazed eyes search through the darkness and thin shafts of moonlight for his next prey ..
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Post by Sachio on Jan 25, 2023 20:20:09 GMT -5
Sachio's intervention seems either too late or unnecessary. In his absence, the monsters that their escapee had produced where decimated by an evidently berserk Hattori Koshou. Watching his attack against the final amalgamation proved as much. It was incredibly violent and ungraceful, but it had done the job. Some would say that is all a soul reaper needed to do. While Sachio did care some for grace, and nobility he cared more for power. Sachio's appreciation of Koshou had grown somewhat watching the display.
However, Sachio was left with a difficult decision as a leader. What does he do about the man he saw before him? Approaching him lightly seemed as if it could put himself or the rest of the men under his charge in danger. It was even possible that the enemy had affected his soul. Then it must be me alone...
After a short pause, basking in the silence, Sachio stepped forward with confidence. Hattori Koushou, well done, the threat is neutralized. Stand down. A bead of sweat rolled down his brow as his hand crossed front of him. He gave the order clearly and with no room for interpretation. If Hattori moved oddly then Sachio would draw his blade.
We've captured the escapee, and we can now return to the illustrious soul society. He continued waiting for the man to respond. The other soul reapers waited with baited breath. All besides Koshou were unsure of what would happen.
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This is what it's like being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
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Post by Koshou on Jan 25, 2023 21:04:45 GMT -5
The words echo out, and seem to almost reverberate throughout the confines of the Temple's main open chamber in the ensuing silence that's fallen as the last of the Hollowfied creatures have been dispatched.With a slow shift, Koshou turns toward the owner of the voice and effects that half-crouched kind of stance that speaks to that berzerker mindset.
It's over ... it's over.
The frame of the other Soul Reaper heaves with that panting breath that almost comes as steam in the crisp night air, and it's a very slow thing as he begins to straighten out his posture and stand back up to his full height and measure inch by inch. That eerie light that seems to shine behind his eyes remains a few moments longer, the fervor and the frenzy still bubbling there just beneath the surface before that too seems to slowly but surely fade itself back into the normal demeanor of the stocky-shouldered man. Small crackles of electric energy still kind of spark or bleed off of the Soul Reaper here and there, but as he takes more breaths and makes a slow motion of putting away his sword that too begins to subside and dissipate until all that's left is the normal (for him) fluctuations and ebb and flow of his Reishi.
"Ack ... acknowledged .." Koshou murmurs at last, sounding both exhausted and satisfied at the same time. True to the nature on display there moments before, it seems he has put everything into his assault without fear or thought of consequence in the moment. He takes a weary step, and stumbles a bit forward from that exhaustion and reaches out to steady himself a bit with a hand on Sachio's shoulder. The weight isn't much, but like everything else Koshou does he doesn't seem to consider Station or Status as he does it, in this place it's very clear that even more so than before he views the Shinigami as a brother in arms and seems intent on leaving the more complicated aspects of it for other people to worry about. Looking around, the Temple itself doesn't seem to be TOO much worse for the wear though people in the morning would probably wonder if the place had been robbed or maybe they'd just blame it on teenagers. Sachio is given that weary now, but easy-going smile, "Let's get back before our luck runs dry, eh?"
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Post by Sachio on Jan 25, 2023 22:14:39 GMT -5
Sachio closes his eyes and lets out a the apprehension through his nose. It seems the stocky Shinigami had returned not too worse for wear. The weight he felt on his shoulder was more than a simple touch. Hattori was supporting himself somewhat.
Sachio would have been worried if not for the large man's easy-going smile. Maybe at another juncture Sachio would have been particular about how one should address a superior officer, but in light of the events of this mission and Hattori's performance, it was simply not the time to worry about such things.
A good suggestion. Sachio said his scarf covering the smile he wore. Fushigiri, Tokiyama, Mishima and Hattori. Good work. Let's return. The third seat drew his Zanpakuto and opened Senkaimon. His Jigokucho flutter from within his scarf to guide the team through to the Seireitei. Sachio let Koushou lean on him as long as he need and made sure that he made it to the barracks after the captive was returned.
Form Sachio's perspective, this was a job well done. He'd make sure to make a detailed report about each of the shinigami's performances. Between himself and Mishima there would be no gaps in the story. Hearing about Hattori's battle was quiet unsettling, but at the same time exciting. Sachio wondered if he'd have been capable of defeating the three beast as well.
He'd noticed that Mishima, and Tokiyama had been less abrasive towards him since the incident. Some of the 6th squad members were starting to warm up to him.
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