The Eastern Residents [MINI EVENT]

How had the Pale Rider been dragged into this event, well his son requested his presence. Tetsuya sort of pulled him out of his nice little training zone for this. Tsubasa walked in, his Zanpakutō resting within the belt of his kimono. He didn't mind dressing this way as it was a custom within his family to dress as such. Tsubasa pondered why his son wanted something like him there, Tsubasa was a rather intimidating figure. Was it to keep Kakeru the swordsman of the Suigura happy? Tsubasa couldn't really read into this matter that much, he found himself a seat which people proceeded to give a world of distance. When you've killed enough people you begin to smell like blood to some, you also have an aura of death about you. Tsubasa's was the most potent in the world some claimed, his eyes scanned the area as though merely observing the field. His blonde hair did nothing to hide those scarlet eyes. He watched people shuffle about and some left the building, his son must of known this would be the end result. After all Tsubasa wasn't known for a extremely potent anything else, he set down an Asian tea set and began brewing his own. He brought some leafs and things, nature creativity was helpful. He poured the package of mint and other tea combinations for his tea. His hand gently touched the bottom of the kettle designed to handle his electric powers for heating. He sent a gently spark through the kettle before pouring the liquid into a cup with ground up leaves in it. He sipped from the couple, before the kettle and the objects vanished. Sent back to the Zero Division to sit, Tsubasa's intense spiritual pressure and the air about him were keen. Tsubasa had been argued by many to be the worlds greatest swordsman, he contested that others existed worthy of that title. Tsubasa's strength and prowess were acknowledged, but he pointed others skilled as well. Kakeru of the Suigura was one such being that entered his mind. Tsubasa slowly brought his sword free of his belt, setting it before him. His hand gripped it softly.

The feeling of the hilt and the sheath of his blade felt familiar. It was like running your hand along something you've held many times. It hadn't been long since the incidents of the Gotei 13 where he made his opinion public. Tsubasa's crimson eyes saw the rivers of blood this world didn't want to acknowledge. This peaceful place felt like an uncomfortable coat. Tsubasa viewed it as little more than a needed evil in the world, it felt like politics ruled this place. The Gotei 13 was the same, it was time something primal returned to this world. The strong were there to guide those who were, the democracy was needed again. His eyes looked at his sword, the visions flashed through his mind again. Would he be forced to crush his enemies and cut them down even if they were the robe of the Gotei 13? Tsubasa didn't have the answers he'd of liked to have, what was it he needed to do? Devata threw that place into chaos, was it better to leave whatever came from it all to Kazuya? Only time was the clear factor, he couldn't give much else to it. For now he would simply wait, his presence demanded an answer. Someone would come, Tsubasa was well aware of that. For news would spread that the Pale Rider had accepted the invitation. More then that he brought with him the person who now lead the Unabara. Tsubasa was a warrior at leas to these people, his name was a legendary one that stood the test of time. Tsubasa's figure was now leading the Zero Division. Someone who had earned his place there more so then any other. Tsubasa currently had many things on his mind dealing with that, but his son's ambition was first on his mind. Tetsuya wanted to restore balance to the world on a global scale, such a feat had never been thought of or even remotely accomplished. This lead him to ponder what his son could be thinking, after all such balance was possible on small scales. Ibiki and he would speak soon, this was his last stop. Tsubasa Unabara made his presence known and waited for someone brave enough to sit before him.

Tsubasa winced gripping at his chest as he breathed heavily, the new power was a wild card for certain. But why not did it have to disrupt the seal, these things weren't something he was used to using. The previous incident when the form revealed it's hand the entire training realm was destroyed. That place became a wasteland in seconds, Tsubasa could not allow a similar outcome in the middle of here. His son really was a troublesome child, he breathed softly trying to catch his breath. The nanobots in his body could tell the critical condition of things, the power coursing through his body. This was Tachyons, the dangerous power gifted to him from fighting with Khala. He got off his chair and walked towards the door, wincing as the pain increased around his chest. He couldn't tell for sure, he felt the unstable energy go through his body again. Tsubasa was containing an explosion within his body, was their a place to safely release it here? Tetsuya didn't know about this only a select few were aware of Tsubasa's new power. Kurai and Hikari being the first of the two to discover it's power in that place. Tsubasa's crimson eyes looked on tiredly, the medicine in the tea didn't help much. He found himself a private area as the unstable particles appeared around his form, the sparking and almost lightning like movements. He felt it as he breathed heavily, he needed to find a method to control these. He sat down now and rested his sword upon his lap. He found an area alone, though anyone with enough power to sense things would find him. His power had grown rather unstable, this was one of the only ways he could calm it. Tsubasa slowly crossed his legs, his eyes turned from their crimson color to a gold. His white hair came out slowly, his eyes started to close. The tachyons were leaking out of him now slowly, he breathed trying to relax. If he stayed calm the damages wouldn't be any larger then this room. He set up the barrier which only a powerful individual could come through. Tsubasa made sure the room and everything in it was safe, he couldn't restrain these things any longer. The pain of using his body to contain them was so dangerous, Tsubasa felt like a time bomb and he knew the end result of when this went off. An entire city was wiped off the map from the explosion of the tachyons. Tsubasa breathed slowly as the area around him filled with them slowly, they moved around his reiatsu level spiked. The amount of power he gave off had increased drastically. Tsubasa's new power was a bucking bronco and control of this unstable particle wasn't possible right now. But someday soon, he would find a way to control them. Meditation allowed him to at least direct them in a way, but it wasn't nearly control. He merely released them in a direction or closed space, his body had begun producing this unknown. Finding the power he sought was simply great, but with all things a cost was born. Something that he wasn't sure how to pay the full price of, this was the result of it all.

Did Yamamoto ever reach a day when he was wondering what was right or did he just go? Tsubasa thought about the man he saw as the key to becoming great. The Soul King had chosen Iriko to act through, that was the fact and yet. Tsubasa felt a tug from Yamamoto almost, it felt like that was the direction he needed to go. His eyes remained closed as he sat in the barrier sphere, devised to simply keep him from exploding in the middle of the Eastern Residence. Yamamoto must of had days when no answer was good enough, nothing they did amounted to the end goal. What was the end result and point of it all, did he feel anger? Did he ever allow anger to cloud judgement. Did he feel jealous that the King selected Iriko instead of helping Tsubasa control this destructive power? He gave him keys to a training area and left him to figure it out. Iriko got special treatment and even got a portion of the Soul King aiding him. Tsubasa's eyes of gold winced as they were closed, he spoke softly in his own mind. "Stop the stream, don't let the anger out here..." Nothing could be done of it anymore, Tsubasa could only guard that man. He'd yet to hear from the King on his choice to remove himself from the war. Tsubasa's blade and his mind were as unstable as this power dwelling within. The power of these tachyons brought an unstable element into Tsubasa. Maybe Yamamoto's path was the right one and his was the role to be supported. Tsubasa was finding some clarity here, some source of peace in it. The fact was, the Soul King had chosen Iriko but someone had chosen Tsubasa. Someone very powerful and long since gone had chosen his spirit and way. Yamamoto Genryuusai's chosen one was him he could feel it in his core. Tsubasa what uphold what Yamamoto built, regardless of what it meant. The law that was once precious would be upheld, Tsubasa found his resolve. He slowly stood up his power raging within the circle. His eyes of gold looking on with a slight happiness in them.

This was the only truth left, the law of the Gotei 13 would be restored. Law and order would be fixed and Tsubasa would restore the long lost Order of the Gotei 13. The true balance would be returned, he looked on with crimson orbs simply observing the scene before him. Tsubasa spoke aloud for a moment more to himself, he had gotten a message or rather an inkling of the path ahead. He knew now what route he was meant to take, but the first order of business was getting the power within under control. Somehow he would do it, Tsubasa would find a way to control this unstable destruction within. Then it was time to bring order and balance to the Gotei 13, once and for all. This would be the last act he would perform, depending on how it went. Tsubasa wasn't sure how this story would end, either a hero or a villain but the path was true. And the only thing left for him to do. Was wield his sword and bring that path out to the world to see, Tsubasa's ambition was burning brightly once again. He felt the tachyon's slowly calm again, these unstable things weren't mostly going off and on every once and a while. He glanced around the barrier he'd set up, managing to keep this place safe. The barrier had been cut off from the reality of this room, allowing the destruction that happened within to happen elsewhere.