hisao's bs post

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Getting rusty nowadays. His absence surely got him as rusty as any other nails left in the middle of the road, surely, to polish himself to get a grip of his own abilities again. Creaking through the doors of the usual spot, the building which he polished the knowledge and aim of his weapons, the firing range for those wishes to expand their capabilities in kidos and anything related to ranged weaponry to further assess of what they can and cannot do in combat and usually, the system set up in the building is always under a decent condition to test out new techniques and keep things under check without rotting off from the absence of training.

The second he entered? It would have been occupied by one person; a girl that he do not know of its existence. Eh, the absence probably had rot his memories from knowing that she may be apart of the Gotei 13. Regardless, he walked into the firing range in a rather interesting outfit, standing out quite well for its bright colors and odd designs that makes one think twice about him being a shinigami. He has the looks of an ordinary man, having slightly twisted feelings of his constant grin and how his left eye continued to pulsate a stream of violet energy, as if it was something normal for him to have continued his course with such an odd vision. His white clothing stood out together with the faint color of his skin, almost as if he had never received a dent from the sunlight, not even once. What really marks him as 'himself' was the symbols uniquely tied to both his clothing and weapon, it is what made him different than most shinigamis within the Soul Society, as intermixing with those kind of fools would only tarnish his knowledge in combat. His expression alone was enough to tell the tale that he is not a person that would care for anyone but for himself, and only the lives of his family is what his life would only put in the line for. Everyone else? Just scrapped garbages waiting to be picked up. And even after acknowledging the presence of someone that is of an opposite gender, the young man's expression remained unchanged; the purpose of intentionally ignoring the presence of anyone he find that is not of an importance to him and his objectives.

Standing at the distance that kept between himself and the designated targets, the second they popped out, a rail of electrical energy lightly bursts itself out from the floating weapons that surrounded him. He was a man yet without a title that make him known in the society, but it is not his powers that flaunts his name. This young man may not possess any physical abilities, while having an above-average spiritual energy that would be enough to put to shame to those of an equal level with him, it is the knowledge in his cyberbrain and the horrible experiences he went through is what makes him so fearful for a class cannon like himself. Each target that pops, regardless of how fast they popped out, his hands kept itself in his pockets and calmly stood there, eyes all locked to the horizon of targets that appeared in relentless speed, yet each and every rail of energy shot forth from his weapons that floats around him took a perfect score right in the head for each shots. He could read these dummies like an open book, with calculations running in his head, it would be easy to predict when and where they shall pop out since it is built and programmed to do so like any other machines would do.

This young man? Hisao Yazaki was his name. Being the usual spot that he takes to keep himself from getting rusty, what floats around him is the Dynamos, machines that could generate electromagnetic fields and fire electricity by manipulating its contents and functions. There is more to it than just the Dynamos that floats around him, but of course, getting too detailed into each and every piece of machinery that built a monster like himself. As the being that once was forced to be an Artificial God for his foster parents, it was the craving for more power and knowledge that drives him to his current state. Not even once he took his eyes off of the field that he could shrink the dummies into his sights for calculations, allowing him to have every single of his rounds to hit without a dent to himself nor the Dynamos.

Ignoring the presence for whoever is within the firing range, Hisao didn't bother stopping his tracks until either he or the dynamos becomes exhausted or the energy supply ran out for him to continue firing the Dynamos. While he has plenty of methods to use them, this was a ranged weaponry afterall and any other methods would've obliterated the place under his bills. His reason of doing this? Pushing the limits of his calculations, to know how fast would it take before his cyberbrain would begin failing against him. For someone who has never engaged an actual physical combat, having ranged attacks as his forte would not be a surprising case. With the mind of a monster and machines that do the work for him, his work as a shinigami is as easy as saying that it would be a carefree job. One by one, click by click, the only thing that can be heard in the entirety of the building would only be the loud boom of his Dynamos.