[Mission] S.O.S We've Been Kidnapped!!!

The Echo of the Wind, Legend

Having journeyed from the Japanese Wastelands after dispatching two traitors, Legend sets his eyes upon a building that is surrounded by the forces of humans and a few other races as his wild, long, dark hair flutters like black fire to the wind and his all-black eyes scan the situation with the pair of thin, silver rings that illuminate through the darkness. Covering the lower half of his face and the tip of his nose was a steel mask that looks like it comes with the white wrappings that cover his entire body save for the upper half of his face. The only piece of fabric on him was a pair of shinigami trousers that are tattered from age and battle. By his side was a scabbard holding a katana that looks like the ones issued to Shinigami as a standard weapon of choice.

He knows that he would eventually be wanted for nearly killing a woman and a high school student, who seem to be out in the wasteland hunting for hollows with someone he knows to be a thorn to his side, but news travel slow and Legend has time to permanently punish the ones who betrayed their kind. They condemned themselves to death and Legend is the executioner. It is just that simple as Legend rises once again to rid the world of traitors.

Recognizing from the distance to be Azuma, Legend recalls from his vessel's memory to be the one who fought two high ranking Iramasha Clansmen and walked out alive while still a member of the Monsuta. If he is against them by the look how the other Monsuta was attacking him with a blue cero attack, then the ones in that building are traitors. Loyalty fits for the strong and Azuma was strong enough to take on two very strong people, so he has more loyalty than these cowards.

Starting from the sidewalk not far from the site of the crisis, Legend raises his left hand into the air and a golden shimmer appears in form of a bolt of lightning before dimming down to reveal a bronze, broad-bladed cross spear artistically crafted with practicality in its length and design while aesthetically could be feared as a holy weapon due to the richness of its material that made up its form. To the vessel he inhabits, it was called the Northern Blade or Nordklingen. However, the spear was shamed due to UHCM, its creator's claim that it could succeed over a cursed blade that belongs to Echo (Or Legend,) an indiscriminate mass murderer.

After summoning the spear, Legend crouches down abit and vanishes in a second into the alleyway as he uses bursting technique to mimick the effect of a Shinigami's hoho or an Arrancar's sonido technique. By the time he reaches the back alley way of the building in question, Legend looks up along the wall to find a window to pass through or to judge which floor to enter to cripple the momentum and break the morale of the traitors. Through his silvery ringed eyes, he can sense the outlines of the figures and deduces that the hostages are somewhere on the upper floor since there is a higher concentration in a certain spot.

Judging by the setup, if he goes straight for the hostages, he would have to deal with the guards and the reinforcements from the lower floors. Based on an educated guess, Legend lifts his right foot and creates a small platform that levitates off the ground before repeating the same for the other foot after stepping on that platform. From there, he levitates up along the building without causing too much of a stir as the lights and Azuma's rising anger will distract them enough for Legend to get to the fifth floor from the figurative back door.

After a few seconds, he reaches the level that is the fifth floor and where he thinks the hostages would be. He lifts his right hand and presses gently against the wall as a white marble-sized glow emits from his right forearm and Azuma can see it like a tiny white solar flare from behind the building. Suddenly, a horrible squeal echoes loudly throughout the building and only half as bad for Azuma since he is away from the building. The sound was comparable to a lot of rusted nails scratching the powdered slate of a chalkboard due to the spiritual balance within the material world being tempered with by an unnatural force of reiryoku as it only affects the spirits like Vizards and Shinigami, but not the living such as the humans.

During the unnatural act of transforming materials through reiryoku that a special trinket he received from the woman in the wasteland, a fog appears before Legend as pygmy souls protrude from the gray fog, trying in vain to reach for Legend as they scream and scream. To the Humans inside, it looks like a part of the wall was rippling before collapsing into sand and water. It was considered unnatural because it was a technique that Humans often don't possessed to cause that much force to imbalance the relationship between the spiritual and the material nature of the realm that Azuma stands in; the material wall may have been deconstructed into sand and water, but the spiritual wall still remains, divorced by force from the material it was housed in.

The first thing was a member of Monsuta who may have been stunned by the stunning noise of the squeal. Legend leans forward and launches with the bursting of the platform beneath his feet to launch a surprise assassination attack with a power thrust through the Monsuta's head. If it connects, it would be a fatal blow as with any person that could be deemed as an immediate threat to Legend should be cut down quickly while he still has the element of advantage.

After the take down, Legend gets a glimpse of something that he does not expect or care about. Perhaps it could be the magic or the wall; it may as well be a barrier that he failed to see when passing through. All that is known, he is missing a pair of trousers.

"Mila'koonshun'ka..."

He looks at his kill and squats down over him while turning over the corpse. Then he undoes the belt of the dead monsuta's pants and stands up before moving back a few steps. And then, he pulls the trousers off that dead monsuta and slips them on before locking the belt.

"Little big for me, but hell, a squirt compare to the prey."

The Legend’s Exodus

Judging by the appearance of the room around him, the Legend deduces that the room is among the side rooms, but it is something he does not want other than being place where more traitors could spill out. As he scans the room side to side, he acts on his feelings about where the captives would be, which he can tell by the mass gathering to be almost at the epicenter of the building’s floor that he stands on. Legend flicks his spear, causing it to disappear and a standard katana replaces it in his left hand.

When he was about to leave, a young vizard was about to round a corner to investigate a faint noise, but as she was going to call out to her “dear,” she receives a response in form of a katana impaling through her skull with her right eye being the point of entry. The penetration was definitely a killing blow and she wastes not one second as she collapses into silence as death tears wells up and trickle down her eyes before Legend draws out the katana from her skull and watches her fall next to possibly her friend or her lover. Before he walks out of the room, he kicks her hand so it rests on the hand of a dead man.

While walking around corners to the epicenter of this floor, Legend switches handling for his katana so it rests in his right hand, aligned with the trinket that radiates within his right forearm. Just as he is about the turn a corner, a tall man with sunglasses was going to surprise Legend with a punch. However, Legend’s light-footed motion allows him to hear the incoming strike as he shifts his body weight with his left arm turning counterclockwise to shove the right-handed punch aside and thrusts his katana along the crease of the male vizard’s breast before it rises up to the man’s double chin.

The encounter was assured to be brief and subtle as the man gurgles out blood for a second before falling against the katana that impales his head from underneath. Legend draws out his katana and emits the same unnatural energy as before from his katana. Just as quick as he rises it above his head, he cuts down the man down the middle, knowing his hierro will no longer function in his vegetable state.

The cut was clean as a silver line divides the would-be brawler vertically and the reishi begin dispersing from the man and into the air like blue fireflies. All the man has left is a blank expression of fear and disbelief as he turns ash gray entirely. All the man could remember is the screaming that is all around him like the air is screaming and his bones are screaming… everything in his world is screaming at the sight of the unknown energy force that killed him.

Legend steps forward to the hostages that the man was guarding, kicking the body back and causing it to become nothing more than a pile of ashes in material form rather than spiritual; those who could not see spirits would just see an ash statue being made by a swing of a katana before breaking apart into a pile of ashes. In the midst of the thrill, a single wing of golden light shimmers as it manifests from Legend’s left shoulder blade before Legend looks upon the captives with stalwart gaze before he waves his right hand across. Dark, silvery weapons form among the captives as the captives do not hesitate to take them and be battle ready to take revenge on the Monsuta that captured them and killed their brethren, but Legend speaks to sway their faith,

“Forget your oaths to the traitors that lay back at the city while you would suffer in the hands of the Monsuta. I came on my own terms for I cannot forsake those who paid their diligence, but the Vanguards have betrayed you and took you for expendable fools by sending another member of the Monsuta who sits outside and observed. He is responsible for the barriers that make it difficult for me to rescue you all. Now they have those you cared about as hostages in their own homes, lied as if it is their security when it is you…all of you who protect them. With you gone, they will sell your love ones into betrayal of faith. They say that the Legend never dies, and I’m a living proof as I will punish all who betrayed their comrades. Would you dare fight for your love ones?”

With no other way to believe otherwise, anger builds up in their souls as they could not believe how oblivious they could be. Ever since Genpaku disappeared, the leadership was different and unsure of where they are going. The heated breathes seethe through their teeth as they stand up and recover themselves in the glow of newfound purpose, the end of the Vanguards.

“Allow me to escort you all out, but with your stamina, I will eliminate the bastards ahead of you and you will fend for yourselves from behind. Do not go down a floor until I say it is alright.”
“Sir. What about those who we cared who are in the Vanguards?”
“Do not shirk your duties the moment the truth is known; you can still choose whose poison is deadlier.”

The moment that Legend leaves the room, he meets up with a pair of vizards with a wicked grin on their face. However, they end up clasping their hands over their ears the moment that Legend’s right hand and forearm begins to emit a grey smoke as the unnatural energy force echoes like the air is screaming around them while the listeners’ bones are screaming figuratively. The effect can only affect spirits like the Vizards and not the Humans outside and among the Vanguards.

In a split second, the duo found themselves rolling their heads on the floor before turning into ash statues without hands and head. Each time a vizard would approach the armed hostages; they would fall into the paralyzing screaming and be dealt with by the hostages with the ash statue effect. Each time an ash statue was formed, a wave of spiritual power relieves the hostages of their aches while grow stronger as it will be the same with Legend as his right arm was charged. Legend makes his way downstairs to the fourth floor.

When he arrives to the floor below the hostages’ floor, Legend receives a greeting from the reinforcements that are having trouble focusing. Legend charges at them while switching handling once again from right hand to left hand. From outside the building, there was a couple flashes of white light in the fourth floor followed by screams of terror before the flashing light stops.

On the third floor, the intensity increases with shouting, clashing swords and blasts from various colors of bala. The second floor soon lights up with cero and signatures of masks being donned only to be cut down swiftly. Then the remaining floor was eerily quiet as the hostages are walking out of the building via the front door and into the hands of authorities; as for Legend…some would believe he is long gone by the time the second floor was wiped of its guards and the reinforcement from the first floor.

In autopsy of the rescue, there are ashes found in different spots of the building while there are unidentified humans found unconscious and wearing garments similar to the captors. There are scattered spiritual metals that if put together resembled the Zanpakutō used by the vizards of the Monsuta. There are several phenomenons where there are some presence of souls standing on spots close to the ashes, but they lack the body; there are two holes in the building, one on the first floor and one on the fifth floor as both have been broken down to dust while spiritually still remain whole despite the material form is disintegrated.