Post by Takahiro Hidekawa on Oct 17, 2017 19:38:22 GMT -5
There were many things that Kazuto could say he strongly disliked. Cold tea, coffee, bad music, and several other things made this list: to say the least, Kirito certainly had a distaste for a lot of things. However, there were very few things that he could say that he downright hated. In fact, off the top of his head, he could only think of one: Kazuto Kirigaya absolutely detested the Gotei, the Seireitei, and by extension, the whole overarching system that ran both of them. That wasn't to say he hated every member of the Gotei, as he certainly didn't: there were plenty of people part of its various squads and teams who had perfectly justifiable agendas. No, it was the system itself and those who ran it at the highest level whom he hated.
This hate was the exact reason that Kirito was sitting in the living room of his own home, awaiting a guest. Kirito had only met said guest once in the past, but had recognized her power immediately during said meeting. The spiritual energy she possessed certainly was substantial, according to his assessment. Put simply, she was strong: at least as strong as Levi, and, as much as Kazuto wanted to deny that the guy could lift so much as a toothpick... well, he certainly could. That was, to him, and hopefully to the seireitei, a scary concept. With this in mind, after deliberating for a good few months on where he'd be taking his life in the future and several instances of him both literally and figuratively beating himself up, Kirito had come to decide that he would be fighting. Fighting against the Gotei as a whole, that is.
Yeah, he knew it was a dumb idea. Hell, that was part of why it had taken him so long to decide upon following it through! But, nonetheless, it was the only reasonable course of action besides staying under the radar for the rest of his life... however long that might be. Of course, inaction was practically a sin to Kirito, so he just had to go with the other option. On top of everything, it meant that maybe he could redeem himself in the eyes of his old colleagues: maybe he could do something to cast any light other than the, "Ew, he's got an inner hollow and is a deserter" light upon himself. Regardless, he'd made his decision: it was time to ready for war, and gather every force that he could to aid him. His premise was simple: the world's most power fascist, racist and corrupt government didn't just affect him after all, so clearly it might be worthwhile for him to gain some allies from other races, and possibly beneficial for said allies as well.
Thus, he was sitting here, waiting for a kn-
His train of thought was interrupted by a knock. His facial expression forming into that of a slight smile, Kazuto got up off of his soft living room chair and walked up to the door of the home, opening it swiftly and without hesitation. Nobody else really visited him except his... urgh, boss, so there was no real reason for him to worry about some stranger approaching his door. As usual, his instincts were correct: standing in front of him was the person he had been expecting. With this in mind, Kirito happily welcomed his guest with a greeting, ushering them in to the home while doing so.
"Hello. I hope you found your way to the house fine? Also, please, do make yourself at home: does the living room suit you for our conversation?"
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This hate was the exact reason that Kirito was sitting in the living room of his own home, awaiting a guest. Kirito had only met said guest once in the past, but had recognized her power immediately during said meeting. The spiritual energy she possessed certainly was substantial, according to his assessment. Put simply, she was strong: at least as strong as Levi, and, as much as Kazuto wanted to deny that the guy could lift so much as a toothpick... well, he certainly could. That was, to him, and hopefully to the seireitei, a scary concept. With this in mind, after deliberating for a good few months on where he'd be taking his life in the future and several instances of him both literally and figuratively beating himself up, Kirito had come to decide that he would be fighting. Fighting against the Gotei as a whole, that is.
Yeah, he knew it was a dumb idea. Hell, that was part of why it had taken him so long to decide upon following it through! But, nonetheless, it was the only reasonable course of action besides staying under the radar for the rest of his life... however long that might be. Of course, inaction was practically a sin to Kirito, so he just had to go with the other option. On top of everything, it meant that maybe he could redeem himself in the eyes of his old colleagues: maybe he could do something to cast any light other than the, "Ew, he's got an inner hollow and is a deserter" light upon himself. Regardless, he'd made his decision: it was time to ready for war, and gather every force that he could to aid him. His premise was simple: the world's most power fascist, racist and corrupt government didn't just affect him after all, so clearly it might be worthwhile for him to gain some allies from other races, and possibly beneficial for said allies as well.
Thus, he was sitting here, waiting for a kn-
His train of thought was interrupted by a knock. His facial expression forming into that of a slight smile, Kazuto got up off of his soft living room chair and walked up to the door of the home, opening it swiftly and without hesitation. Nobody else really visited him except his... urgh, boss, so there was no real reason for him to worry about some stranger approaching his door. As usual, his instincts were correct: standing in front of him was the person he had been expecting. With this in mind, Kirito happily welcomed his guest with a greeting, ushering them in to the home while doing so.
"Hello. I hope you found your way to the house fine? Also, please, do make yourself at home: does the living room suit you for our conversation?"
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