Operation Shadow Purge [CHICAGO: CENTRAL SECTOR] [EVENT]

"Ahh!" A voice echoed in the midst of the man moaning and groaning bodies that slowly limped their way through the city. Innocent lives shoving and pushing passed the man that wished to spare their lives, or perhaps he just wished to get his sword wet. Yes, that seemed more like the person that Seiko had come to be. Someone that lusted for battle and yearned for strength. He had missed swinging his sword, so. Though, he wouldn't dare just make use of the metal he tightly grasped within his clutches. That just wasn't the type of fighter he was. He was one that utilized everything in order to ensure his victory. As such, he'd use random idle objects that came into arms reach and toss them at his foes as they slowly staggered and surrounded him from each and every angle.

He'd pause for a moment, his body rising and falling with each breath, growing heavier with each fatal swing at the seemingly immortal beings. His grip on his blade tightened enough for the wraps to screech as they rubbed from their natural seat on the hilt's smooth interior. The tip of the blade dropped and slide to the ground as he loosened his poise and gazed around himself. "Fucking everywhere, the hell are these things?" He queried, his nose scrunching as his teeth clenched and whipped his sword through the ground unleashing a roaring wind from the shear swing of his blade that ripped the zombies from the ground. This would provide him with some amount of working room, as he began to feel slightly claustrophobic in the middle of this pit.

The sheer number of his foes was great, it forced him into his released state almost immediately when he first arrived. Though, when he had come here, he had no idea that he was getting into this kind of a mess. He just sensed a mass energy that interested him, and with that and his yearn to fight he followed, just like a dog. Being blind-sided by the stampeding citizens didn't make matters much easier for him, and the relentlessness of his foes was not something to laugh at. While they were mindless and acted out in no means of intelligence but pure instinct they still acted well as a single unit. They seemingly were drawn to anything that was placed in front of them. Thus, when he arrived he would round them all up and force them to chase him. They wouldn't all follow right away, and he wouldn't be able to round up all of the undead in the area in one, single trip. However, he'd collect a good amount of them. In doing so, he'd keep many from dying at their meager attacks. Well, at least for now.

Raising his blade and turning he continued to strike down his foes. He found it easiest to simply decapitate the beings after seeing them get back up after receiving fatal wounds. Though, with the decapitation, they would continue fighting for a moment then fall motionless. As each zombie fell to the brutal swipes of his blade his eyes grew more and more crazed with the fight, he was able to act without thinking and could easily find himself lost in his motions. This would prove to be a downside to such a monotonous fight such as this. They proved no challenge, but they pushed the limits of his stamina as he required an above average amount of force to bring them down. "Fodder, fodder, fodder! Haha, you fight like you have no reason to live!" He'd shout as he brought his blade further into the crowd he had created, his sword accidentally striking an innocent member that panicked passed him. He'd not see them be any different from those that he meant to slaughter. After all, it was clear that he was the one that was winning this war.

As his mind drew away from thinking on his strikes, it started to flow to the person he wished to surpass. "Ibikiiii! I'll kill you!" He shouted as he groaned, his eyes wide with a craze. Yes, that was his wish, his goal. He wanted to take the role of the strongest Shinigami within the Gotei, and she was the only thing that stood in his way. She claimed this title just by holding the position that she did and the only way he could claim that very same position was by growing strong enough to defeat her with his own hands. It was a tradition that the Combat Unit had upheld for many centuries, now. It drove him every day to put himself in trying situations that tested his limits in order for him to gain a fraction of an inch closer to his leader's strength.

It was unlike most of your typical Shinigami, to wish to kill your leader, but he was no typical Shinigami. He was a man that had learned his trade and obtained his weapon outside of the academy. Him getting into the Gotei was just a testament to his own strength and ability without the proper and formal training of the academy. When the Soul Society had come under attack they were forced to accept any all that were able to help. Sure, he had to take up a few classes and pass some tests, but it was nothing. The hardest part of it all was just staying awake through all of the bullshit. His swings would carry on bodying the corpses that got in his attack's reach, though he began to grow unamused with this test of endurance.

It was as though fate had heard his indirect call and answered it, as his attention was drawn away from the crowd before him and to the sky that seemed to grow entangled with a plethora of Tendrils until a single being came from the darkness in which they cast. This darkness would soon be engulfed by a blaring light that seemed to rip the attention from those members of this horde. "The hell?" He questioned, his hand shielding his brow, casting a shadow down upon his eyes. He winced his eyes as he began to smirk, he could only assume that this person above had some sort of affiliation with the ones he fought against. This smirk slowly grew into a cackle. "Yassuuu! She seems like a fine warrior! I'm gonna bring her ass down to this Earth and put her in the dirt." He threatened to himself, she would surely be unable to hear the words that he spoke as their distance was far too great for them to reach. Just as his words would finish he'd watch as the orb grew larger and larger until it burst to let out an acidic rain. It seemed to work as though it were a cloud pushing toward his direction, the rain steadily moving toward him as he watched buildings and his enemies erode to the very touch of the red substance.

"Shit." He groaned before he pivoted on his feet and began to flee in the direction in which it chased him. He utilized the buildings as he shunpo'd his way to an altitude that was higher than that of the source. One thing was apparent from all of this, the woman that had created the attack was surely strong with many abilities up her sleeve. Though, she seemed to be an enemy of his enemy... this didn't necessarily bring them to be allies, but it surely did not make them enemies. Not yet, at least. With reishi platforms beneath his wooden sandals he stood observing the devastation that reeked upon the land. His face stern as he tried to understand the power that she held, but it was something that he had never seen before. "The fuck is this lady?" His voice groaned with a curled brow, wrinkled nose, and pressed lips. Whoever she was, he was surely in for a treat if they were to cross paths. The very thought could do nothing but leave a smirk on his stern visage.