Post by Toshiro Takahashi on Apr 22, 2017 11:36:41 GMT -5
Toshiro was wandering through the Rukongai, calmly strolling through its small streets and alleys, all of which were bustling with life. He could see the walls of the Seireitei, towering over the small huts of the Rukongai. He walked, dirt creeping into his sandals in a most unpleasant way. He passed several pubs, taverns and inns, but he didnt stop at the bustling places. He gad a job to do. Only recently, he had been at a meeting with the rest of "The Division". The meeting went relatively well, with a couple of new faces showing up here and there. They have been planning a raid onto the Seireitei, due to a lack of advanced technology which was neccesary for "The Division's" advancement in power and proficiency. Toshiro was tasked with scouting a weakness in the Seireitei's defensive walls. He continued walking through the bustling streets, until he saw what resembled a small wooden church with small, arched windows, it's spire tall golden providing a good vantage point. He flash stepped upwards, covering quite a bit of distance in one step. Over the past few months, he had progressed his technique, allowing him to move with much more dexterity. As he looked around, a massive view unfolded before his eyes. Thousands, no, millions of souls wandered the streets, selling their wares, playing, or searching for their close ones. The massive walls of the seireitei interrupted the scene, cutting into it among the wooden huts, looking horrendously out of place. Toshiro stared at the massive walls. They were guarded everywhere, and looked rather imposing on their own. Kidõ would have no effect on them, and trying to cut through them would require stupidity so vast, Toshiro could not imagine it. He stood there for a while longer, until suddenly, he felt a familiar taste creep along his tounge. It was a vile, liquidy feeling, reminicent of the taste of blood. Salty, and sticky. Toshiro remembered the man who tasted this way. He despised the person. His name was Amou Daichi, and both he and Toshiro started hating eachother as soon as they crossed paths. Toshiro knew hiding his spiritual pressure was of no use, for if he sensed Daichi, then Daichi would already know his exact location. Looking down into the crowd of people, Toshiro spotted a familiar face. An annoying young man with light hair. It was certainly him. Drawing his Zanpakuto, Toshiro flash stepped back down to the ground, materialising right behind Daichi.
"Hey, Amigo. How about we take this fight a bit further away from the dwellers. I dont want you accidentally killing everyone."-with that snide remark, Toshiro grabbed Daichi by the scruff of his neck and flash-stepped both of them away into a clearing, away from other souls. This way, he wouldnt need to hold back, for his power wasnt very durect and accurate.
"Lets begin round 1, Amigo"
"Hey, Amigo. How about we take this fight a bit further away from the dwellers. I dont want you accidentally killing everyone."-with that snide remark, Toshiro grabbed Daichi by the scruff of his neck and flash-stepped both of them away into a clearing, away from other souls. This way, he wouldnt need to hold back, for his power wasnt very durect and accurate.
"Lets begin round 1, Amigo"
