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Re: The Broken Blade - Black World Arc Event
Mon May 18, 2015 1:06 pm
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Tsuabsa remained alert and prepare for the slightest ill intent towards Ibiki or her men. He smiled faintly when Ibiki kissed his cheek, the feeling sent emotions running through him. He was fond of Ibiki after all and both of them put trust in the other. How many centuries had it been since a display of affection like that was given to Tsubasa. "Failure isn't an option for us Ibiki." Tsubasa responded to her, smiling as he ran a hand along his cheek. Remembering the feeling of the female's kiss to his cheek. Ibiki had never been the most affectionate, but their was no doubt in mind they shared a special bond. Tsubasa exhaled a breath and waiting for now, waiting for them to leave. Once no pressure was detected no signal on his radar. He would release his bankai and sheath his Zanpakutō, he walked forward and softly smiled. This place was home like to the Pale Rider, Tsubasa wasn't like other Shinigami. Ibiki seemed distressed and even after the beast she seemed like something was on her mind. He would help her afterwards perhaps, he he walked towards the Core. Tsubasa sat down and sat as a samurai now, his sword easy to access and he was quite alert for any means of attack. His body produced tachyons and electric for detection, if anything disturbed them he would know. A thin layer of metal was formed around Tsubasa's outer area, he could react instantly upon detection of a foe. He looked at the core and gave a bow, Tsubasa was a killer but one with great honor. "Your defender was magnificent and was a powerful warrior. I want to believe you took him to rest in peace, we fight for survival. Some believe you are but a core of things, some even go as far to say you don't speak or breath. You may wonder why I sit here, well I have something to ask you. Before a battle begins, I wish to ask a question of you Core of this world. What is your story, where did you begin your journey? " He asked calmly, Tsubasa didn't know if the object could answer. He wouldn't know for sure but his gut and instincts told him this was right.
Tsubasa didn't know when the enemy would arrive, but his reiatsu and body began to heal up as he used the tachyon energy to heal his wounds. It was interesting to what extent this new power worked, his reishi was being charged up quicker then normal. Tsubasa would wait for ten minutes and simply listen for anything, meditating on the Core and it's defender. He wasn't one to not pay compliment to a worthy foe, the dragon had angered him and forced him to bring out his full strength. Or rather the dragon made him bring out Seventy-Five percent of his strength. Tsubasa could of gone further, but he wasn't interested in such things. He sensed that battle to be merely a prelude and tried to hold back, how much energy was regained currently. What was the status of his injuries, he pulled some medicine from his pocket. Developed for this situation, he chewed on the tablet. Developed during his time within the Gotei 13, he took Mayuri's healing method and recovered from the damage done to him thus far. But now a few things needed to mentally be settled, Tsubasa's enemy hadn't changed at all. Kin Iramasha, Mana now seemed a friend with Iriko's movements. But the Law's set down by Yamamoto were being broken left and right. The Gotei 13 was a kitten compared to the lion it was once when he lead and that troubled him. Could that place defend itself from attack without further input, so far he was the only member of Zero Division active. It meant situations were left to his choice, the Central Position was meant to be the closest thing to a leader that was possible. He made the call to aid the Gotei 13 on his own, Zero Division would most likely not get involved themselves. Nothing prevented him from doing so as an Unabara and a simple person. Tsubasa's eyes remained closed as he stayed patient and calm. Many things were troubling him but he couldn't let them bother him, survival was the goal.
The world would pause for now as he listened for the Core's story, Tsubasa could arrive at any conclusion in the world. A tiger bumped against his arm, it's body sheathed in lightning as it rubbed it's head against his back. The image was battles in his mind, fights he'd been through where hell and back seemed like a cherry thought. Hell's Gate made him think about something for a change he'd not often thought on. What happened when he destroyed this Core, what was it's story. They had almost nothing known on these objects, so something told him restraint would be a key element. Ibiki wasn't there for the blunder Tsubasa made as a Head Captain, he wasn't wise enough to show restraint. This time however he had some inkling to hold back for a moment. Some call this hesitation, but Tsubasa saw it more as an instinct used to warn a person. That what they thought was a good idea wasn't really a good thought. Hell's Gate left some marks on Tsubasa, every step he thought he'd gotten closer to reality. He was only two steps back, Khala had only served to make his resolve stronger. Tsubasa didn't know purpose aside from killing people. His emptiness was something that he could only do once and a while. He meditated to find his mindset for battle, to prepare and unleash the rider without mercy. Everything was about coming forward to the truth of everything. Nothing could be left without a thought, it was about growing and changing. Tsubasa could only wait for the resume, enemies would come soon perhaps. He suspected the Core had more to offer then it's defender, though that one was such a fine warrior. Tsubasa respected the strong and those who followed the seventh law of his creed. Survive, that was the law Tsubasa's people held dear and kept within mind. Tsubasa remembered scrapping by and trying his best to make ends meet. But for what was the question, was every step leading to this moment. His body was growing more used to tachyons, soon they'd be about as common as breathing.
His eyes slowly opened as he stood up slowly, it was almost time for it to begin in earnest. The Pale Rider would invoke the Pale here and today, the Pale was not a thing of hate or anger but simple survival.
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