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During Junko's escort of a man named Kahōmono Moriya she had a thought that this was her first real chance to get outside of the walls of the Seireitei, but it then dawned on her about the time she was allowed out on a mission one year after joining the academy, an extra credit to her portfolio should she complete the mission.

Flashback
It had been any other routine week at the academy for Junko, moved from her cell to each class under guard. Given her circumstance of being enrolled with her violent past they took no chances with her, until this day. In which she was not escorted to her class, but to a masked figure that spoke to her. "There are reports of thugs harassing a distance corner of Rukongai, the one we found you in. We know you were key to bringing peace to that area and we liked it when it was working smoothly. You will be given an extra credit if you go out and deal with these thugs and return soon after, should you fail to return you yourself will be hunted down. This is a great chance to prove your loyalty to us, don't fuck it up."

Days later Junko was already on the outskirts of the specific village that were suffering the greatest from these thugs. Her orders were simple "remove the problem" and thus the thugs running around the area were quickly dealt with surprising effect.

No warning would come to the building labelled "Endless Sword Gang."

As the long redheaded women wearing a shihakushō approached the entrance. Two guards could not help themselves thus harassing her, "Well...you some sort of whore coming to offer yourself to us? hmm, such fine ass" the thug had slapped her behind rather hard. However, before he could feel what he slapped his arm soon found itself broken in half, with bones sticking out as he landed on the ground in pain. The other guard soon had his nose pushed into his brain as his lifeless corpse fell to the dirt, his sword still sheathed. These thugs clearly had no idea what a soul reaper was who wore a shihakushō.

The inside of the building would hear the screams outside the door and would stamper on their feet as women slightly covered in blood would appear in the inner doorway. Her ruby red eyes were fierce and she only spoke a few words "This the so-called Endless Sword Gang headquarters....... right?"

If anyone was in the area about 1-3 years ago they might notice whom this woman was, the famed second in command of a Mercenary gang that protected this area, even recruited from here until they all died, even the enemy though fought. it seemed clear to Junko that these endless sword gang members sprung up to fill that power vacuum.

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Upon stepping foot past the hanging cloth that acted as a threshold between the outer world and the inner doorway, the violent woman would find a very different interior than one might expect from a gang headquarters. There was no lavish display of stolen wealth, nor was there signs of battered and abused women strewn about. She wouldn't even be able to spot any more of the sword wielding thugs inside the smithy! There was only one man, sitting at a forge, hammering away at a piece of red hot metal muttering to himself. "It's not right...the metal isn't behaving properly...Is it this hammer? Feels light...no, must be the metal. The hammer wouldn't make this much of a difference...Or could it be the forge? The flame color is right but...no, must be the hammer...can't be...is it the metal?" Junko made her entrance and spoke toward the end of the young man's ramblings and he turned his head slightly to look at her out of the corner of his eye. Kenichi held his gaze on the woman for a moment, his hand still swinging the hammer in that perfect rhythm without missing a beat or its target despite him having looked away. "Is that what they call it?" The red headed swordsmith's tone sounded entirely uninterested as he turned his attention back to the crudely sword shaped hunk of metal in front of him. "Get lost, I'm busy..."

By this point, the screams of the man with the broken arm had thoroughly gained the attention of the ten other men that were standing guard in various spots around the smithy. They all gathered around the injured man and his now dead friend first only to be pointed toward the direction their attacker had gone. Now the men rushed over and fell into a semi-circle around the entrance with swords drawn, one of their number stepping forward to pull the cloth aside so they could see inside. This is the Endless Sword Gang's hideout! Just who the hell do you think we are!?" The man moving the curtain aside shouted. It was then that another of the men squinted only to rub his eyes as if he had seen something impossible. Upon making a double take, one of the thugs let out a shaky scream of fear as he tumbled backwards onto his backside and pointed a trembling finger at the woman standing in the inner doorway. "Th-That's...That's the Crimson Dragon!!!" He was someone that had personally witnessed the fangs of battle the beautiful red-head possessed first hand, albeit from afar hiding in the brush while pissing himself like a coward.

The name, "Crimson Dragon" seemed to stir caution and whispers of disbelief among some of the men. Three including the shouting coward simply decided to run away in fear. The others weren't familiar with the name though and thought themselves above fleeing in terror at the sight of a woman. The one holding the cloth curtain open in particular seemed rather unfazed. "I don't care who you are, this is our turf and you bashed up a couple of our guys. You've got some nerve thinking you can waltz in here an-" The man never got a chance to finish that sentence.



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Junko would witness the single man in the building, which turned out to be a forge and not a slut house. She watched the man work the metal among his muttering, it didn't take long to see the other weapons in the area and recognise these thugs used the same weapons. Her theory was reinforced when more thugs appeared at the entrance behind her. Soon after the red-haired metal worker said "Get lost, I'm busy..." she was interrupted by the thugs with several words "This is the Endless Sword Gang's hideout! Just who the hell do you think we are!?" and "Th-That's...That's the Crimson Dragon!!!."

Junko being the female she clearly still managed a deep hardy laugh as if she was some sort of Viking raider her gruff but honey smoked voice spoke. "Seems you answered yourself thugs" she turned around and pointed and the fleeing cowards "Those men have the right idea, good for them, sadly though it seems I missed some of the raiders back in the day, what a sha....."

Then the same thug interrupted her again! "I don't care who you are, this is our turf and you bashed up a couple of our guys. You've got some nerve thinking you can waltz in here an" Whom suddenly had his throat ripped out by the speed and strength of the Crimson dragons single hand "And....that's why you don't interrupt me"

It wouldn't take long for the countless thugs to rush in and swing their sword at her. After all, it was clearly all they could do, SWING.AT.HER. Even at close range with no sword of her own she was able to brutally disarm each thug that charged her location. If more then one attacked she would use them against each other usually result in them stabbing each other and not their intended target.

She was a Shinigami, her spirit pressure was far greater than these mere thugs. The amulet on her neck glowed a light red as the endless battle of thugs raged on. Her attention was mostly focused on the man at the forge and why he was still sitting, did he not care about the thugs they seemed to be his main buyers.

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The hammer didn't stop moving when cries of fear and cowardly fleeing took place. The mallet rose and fell with solemn precision. The hammer continued on even while the stranger laughed, her raspy yet alluring tones seemingly falling on deaf ears when it came to the young man at the forge. But when one of the gang members had his throat torn from his body and the sound of such gore reached Kenichi's ears, the hammer fell. But it did not raise up for another strike. The red headed sword smith furrowed his brows and closed his eyes as he remained motionless. The sound of flesh being ripped and torn wasn't particularly common for him, but he would never forget the first time it violated his ears. Suddenly, he was running in the snow, scared and confused as he gripped a small trembling hand tightly. Then the sound came, the hand felt lighter, easier to tug...horror touched deeply and branded itself on Kenichi's heart.

Time was indifferent to the young man's trauma and while he relived his personal nightmare, the thugs and bandits experienced a living terror. Their screams of pain reached Kenichi even through the worst parts of his vision. The agonized sounds becoming a dreadful background music to the play of memories better left forgotten played out in front of him. If only they could be forgotten. "Enough!" Kenichi suddenly shouted after four men had thrown themselves against the meat grinder of a woman. At the sound of his voice, the remaining gang members halted in their footsteps looking past Junko in surprise. "B-Boss..." One of them stuttered, another cried out in emotional concern, "Boss! Don't worry about us! We won't let her-oof!" The man that had been speaking was cut off by the sudden impact of an iron ingot stamping a large rectangular mark onto his face.

It was no secret from Kenichi's extended hand and complimenting body posture that he had been the one to throw the ingot. His brow was twitching and the look on his face spelled a profound anger. "I told you not to call me that. I'm not your boss. All of you...get lost!" Kenichi stood from his seat at the forge and roared the order in a deep and domineering voice. The handful of remaining thugs glanced at each other for a brief pause, but then nodded in agreement before turning tail and running off. When the men were gone, the anger on Kenichi's face instantly melted away into grief. His eyes softened and looked down at the man who had his neck pulled out and spread across the floor, the expression was almost apologetic. A deep breath sucked into the sword smith's nose as he closed his eyes, a hand reached to the side grasping a sheathed sword that had been leaning against the wall, amber jewel-like eyes flashed open as an exhale ushered in a sudden wave of heat and pressure.

Reiatsu flared up around Kenichi like flames and his presence became like a stoked forge emanating the sensation of heat as he glared at Junko. "And I told you to leave too." The power coming off of him might have seemed impressive at a glance, but any seasoned eye looking at the young man would scoff. The power was abnormal for a common rukongai soul, but it flowed out wastefully without any control behind it. Instead of being densely focused around his body to empower it, the energy spread and dispersed forming a flashy but weak field of pressure around Kenichi. Truth be told, the man wasn't even really aware of the power he was letting leak out, only that his anger made him feel stronger as he burned holes into the woman with his eyes.

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"ENOUGH!" rang through Junko's ears which brought her attention towards the man at the forge Including the thugs thus all combat ceased for what seemed an awkward duration. The play folded out in front of Junko as she watched ingots fly into one of the thugs faces attempting to get everyone to leave the area. Junko however was not moving an inch her stance remaining calm with her body turned to the side, her glare coming from an angle as she watched the red-headed man.

"Boss?" she thought to herself as the thugs called him by this title, with a quick retort to not call him that. Junko was indeed curious what the hell was going on, it seemed as if this man did not even care about the thugs.

Suddenly his anger turned toward Junko and a increase of power flooded over him and struck her senses, this skyrocketed her interest when he also repeated himself.

"And I told you to leave too."

Junko would point to her nose, "Who me?..oh you must be mistaken. You see, I have jurisdiction over this whole area, and these thugs that seemed to be your employees are labeled by my command as "Dispose off Immediately" Junko would cross her arms as she continued "I didn't think that their boss would have any spiritual pressure like yours, so how about you put down that sword of yours and let me bring you in peacefully to answer for the troubles in this area, if not" Junko points to the dead thug with no throat "heh...You already got a sneak peak at that option didn't you?"

Junko could totally take a laymen guess and get the idea that this man did have more power than any of those thugs. Even with her complete lack of reiatsu perception, just standing in front of him was more than enough to piece together the puzzle. However, Junko did not notice that the man had a Zanpakutō.

She remained calm and cool, her aura not even a wisp, or was it that the man across from her had the way of knowing at all, zero understanding what the robes she wore signified and the simple fact that his next actions could have dire consequences.

She awaited his answer or action.


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There was an undoubtable fury boiling inside Kenichi's heart, but despite this he remained still and calm while listening to what the woman had to say. Some part of him was hoping that she would give a good explanation behind her actions. Kenichi knew the men of the gang were troublemakers after all, perhaps they'd done something to her personally that incited just cause for revenge. Another part of the man wanted her to sound like an arrogant cunt so he could feel fully at peace with dealing Junko a dose of her own violent medicine. The latter part of Kenichi got its wish. When the "Crimson Dragon" finsihed her little speech, Kenichi sucked his teeth and brought one hand up to run his fingers through his hair. "Tsk, jurisdiction? Commands? Spiritual Pressure? You keep talking about nonsense I don't understand." The words were punctuated with Kenichi's hand ending its path along his head and coming to rest at the base of his neck. The twist of the young man's head caused a few cracking sounds as he continued to glare at Junko spitefully.

"The only thing I've gotten a sneak peek of is how sad and unfair this place is...hmph...so much for this being a "safe" place..."

Kenichi shifted his gaze slightly off to the site as he muttered his last comment, talking more to himself in reference to the words of the shinigami that had sent him here rather than to Junko. Those words seemed to be the end of negotiations as far as the red headed swordsmith was concerned. Once he set his eyes upon the woman once again, Kenichi reached for the hilt of his zanpakutou and drew the glorious flame patterned blade from its scabbard. The quality of the weapon would be instantly discernable placing it far and above the crude weapons of the gang members. It was the sword made from the forge in Kenichi's soul and thus it lacked the impurities of mortal steel.

When the blade was drawn, Kenichi's spiritual pressure seemed to flare outwards even more violently as illusory flames rolled off his form as though he were the heart of a human shaped bon fire. Sadly, the display was nothing more than a paper tiger. Kenichi had neither the skill nor the technique to back it up with any sort of efficient attack. He charged towards Junko with all the grace of a stampeding buffalo with three gimped legs. There was an excess of excessive movements, energy and stamina wasted carelessly with every step. Kenichi raised the sword overhead in an overly exaggerated fashion before swinging it down towards Junko. The slash was sloppy and poorly timed, Kenichi wasn't even really in range yet to the point where if the girl simply stood still the edge would only have sliced through a fraction of her clothing. His utter lack of training or talent would be apparent in every movement.

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