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Preparation for the next Pale
Wed Apr 23, 2014 11:42 pm
Tsubasa smiled faintly looking at the window, his age had changed much as seven hundred years ago he met Yachiru Unohana. A fellow monster without realizing it, his legacy had become something massive. He had children and things that required handling but Tsubasa didn't have time for them. Tsubasa had two tables set up for both people he intended for this meeting. It was ironic looking back on the pale how he was uncertain of so much. Strength was still something that was out of reach, but he knew what he had to do. When someone fought for someone else they were able to bring out strength far greater. However it was only through seven hundred years and finally breaking down and accepting his crime that he grew. Tsubasa had tremendous power now even Unohana would no doubt see that he'd become a demon almost. His energy and air he gave off felt like that of an Arrancar or hollow. His crimson eyes seemed to be staring at the garden. Home brewed tea sat on both desks waiting for the arriving former Captains.
Toshiro Hitsugaya of Squad Ten and Unohana Retsu of Squad Four. These were the two Veterans he called to help him with something. It was a request for each of them, both were different he was asking something large of the person Unohana and something even larger for that of Hitsugaya. On the desks sat three set's of documents neatly bound by red leather straps. The first document had his child Tsukasa's name on it giving details in very high detail of his son's powers. How the kidos his child had designed worked and the applications behind each. The Zanpakutō powers were also listed as well as his best judgement on what the powers would evolve into at later states. This document was more of a way to introduce them to the child, no personality information was given. His son was a live wire, but something was warming about that idea. The fact such a good boy could come from a demon such as him, perhaps hope existed for his soul yet. But his hope for his son was something that was strange.
The two other documents handled details of Kin Iramasha and Mana Asthavon, what details he could get on them however little their may of been. Tsubasa knew well enough from Kisuke Urahara and other information he'd been able to gather. If he crossed swords with either one it was a contest he may not return from. Tsubasa didn't go in believing he was invincible and not able to be slain. That wasn't the way things were done, you had to be tough and able to accept the fact everything dies. Tsubasa seemed to understand that at last, he could still face his destiny with courage. Nothing else mattered, he looked outside the window. He prepared the Gotei 13 for time without him already training them and preparing them for the day when a Head Captain would not be here. He was true to his promise to Ibiki, so far he'd been able to keep his word to her. How long could he survive those two he often wondered. He had visually been training himself for combat against either Kin or Mana.
Nami his old rival her flame still burned brightly, as much as he would of liked to cross blades with her once more. To test himself and show her how far he'd come, this wasn't the time or place for it. Personal things had to be put aside, these were his most skilled Veterans. Aside from Ukitake and Shunsui who had provided what they could already, his gaze lingered on the flowers outside. Thinking to himself about how Yamamoto would of simply fought and knew the outcome, the man's record indicated an absolute confidence. He was a damn monster something that couldn't be beaten easily. Unohana was being asked here for another reason entirely, Tsubasa wanted to know how far he and Yamamoto's powers were. And if their was a way to close this gap, to reach the mans power. Tsubasa didn't seek it for himself, much like he had in the past. He sought this for something far larger, the organization he now lead. The place known as the Gotei 13, if him getting stronger could provide security he would do it.
Any means he could do it by were quickly fading, Ukitake and Shunsui weren't strong enough to face him. They were powerful indeed and had tremendous experience but neither one matched his reiatsu at current. Tsubasa had gotten good in seven hundred years, perhaps more than anyone would of ever imagined. The monster had become a devil almost and been regarded as death. Given seven hundred years to refine the powers he shown to Unohana before. She must of anticipated this much that he would grow stronger. But now was not the time to think about the past, his eyes started down at the sun lighting the streams and water with it's glimmer. That was a hopeful sign, now his request for these two how would he go about convincing them. Unohana's request was something personal he'd most likely ask of her in private. Perhaps it would be better to ask her up front about it, Hitsugaya's request well now he'd read the young Captain's file about his time with Matsumoto.
Tsubasa simply sighed thinking about Tsukasa's nature, his son was a serial hugging person who did it just for reactions. The child wasn't hard to read, because it was a mirror of sorts. Except Tsukasa wasn't calm yet and just seemed to be youthful. Letting Hitsugaya handle his son was an ideal choice, but this wasn't the complete matter at hand. He had instructs beyond that, orders not requests something needed to be done. Without him he was concerned that Ibiki wouldn't be able to hold everything up on her own. Iriko still had doubts in himself, the other Captains were young and needed guidance and he may not of been able to do it. So this was his final preparation to face the pale once again. Tsubasa knew now that he could prepare only as well as time allowed. His swordplay and dreams were all on his shoulders now, he hoped to surpass Yamamoto and become greater. Tsukasa and his generation would inherit the future from them. Tsubasa's eyes narrowed slightly as he thought of a world of his children at risk.
They had no mother it was his job to protect every single hair on their head. He would not accept that he wasn't able to protect them. But at the same time he seemed well aware they had a journey all their own. But this would wait as the hell butterflies would soon arrive at the locations of both during this sunny autumn like day.
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