The Heroes Call

A sigh akin to an ancient breeze rustled from the interior of the vanguard, and then it would press down upon tsubasa like a weight that even he would have to respect and acknowledge. Not pressure, because the energy difference between the former captian commander and the male he brought out of hiding was huge. No it was something else that would bear down upon them light mountains, earth shattering and all encompassing in its might and pressure.

Intimidation would be the best way to liken the primordial intent that was exuded from the male whose body slowly could be heard as it walked down the stairs step by step, the thud of their shoes one of the few sounds that broke this silence. It was the pressure of a being who had for all intents and purposes reduced their home to nothing but a pile of blood. Who had more likely than not killed hundreds of millions with their hands. It was the will of a being who quite frankly was tired of being push and prodded by the outside world, who was tired of people swaggering into their space like they owned it.

Quite frankly it’d be quite terrifying. Especially for a green-horn like chifuyu. The pressure exuded from blackheart as his eyes glanced upon them would be akin to the weight of the world pressing down upon her. It was as if the air itself was shimmering with not spiritual energy, but pure intent and willpower. This would be a good representation of the kind of force that was behind blackhearts eyes, like some sort of terrible and ancient primordial force had been beckoned from their slumber, and once more roamed the earth.

Soon the sound of bones cracking back into place could be heard, the pop of the spine realigning, the crunch of knuckles as they popped back into place, All of it was audible in those few last steps that took place as blackheart spanned the gap between the bottom of those steps and tsubasa unabara, a man who in normal situations blackheart would respect and give the courtesy he would to another warrior without qualm nor arguement.

However what there was to notice was in tsubasa’s very stance there was a challenge, a. . spunk that garnered a reaction entirely different than that of respect. It could be said in this world there was absolutely an extremely few number of things that could be enough to cause blackheart to feel something other than neutrality.

Disrespect was one of those things, and between the Unabara’s sauntering in here, and chifuyu’s less than adequate handling of the situation . . that condescending tone there had been more disrespect in the few moments he had witness than had been afforded to him in years. To disrespect one's self was to show disdain and disregard for one's own core beliefs and that . . well

That was truly what bothered him so he slowly spoke, each word soft as a gentle summer breeze, but held a might behind it that could reject the heavens and cause those around it to bow down under the one term that could be similar enough to be used. That term was dominance, he did not ask for respect from chifuyu in these terms, nor did it brook any suggestions, it was more then that. It was a command and one that he expected to be obeyed without any question nor any argument. That was the severity he afforded to this situation.

”..Chifuyu, Words are more than words, they are windows into ourselves. Nextime i expect you to cherish them and afford more thought to them. “

Then his eyes shifted to the male in front of him, and if it was possible the intensity of his gaze, while not hostile seemed to cause the pressure behind them to increase many fold. To the point that if there was a tangible representation it’d be highly likely that nothing would be left standing. It was the gaze of an ancient that embodied the martial way, who was the living breathing representation of the fighting spirit and discipline that often went with hand to hand combat, as well as the killing intent and brutality of it. He had lived for a very . . very long time and while often he was laid back, he demanded the respect of equals, and he’d get it from both of them before this . . parley was over.

”..Tsubasa i can't say that you actually requested a meeting. . .”

He let the man interpret what he would of that before he reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, popping a few more of the vertebrae back into place before he spoke once more with a tone that was neither kind, nor hostile. A perfect facade to which he defaulted when speaking to those who disrespected the space he called home.

”..However, you’re here now and i feel you have something you want to say, if you’d be so kind to share it with us?”

Now, He glanced at chifuyu and let out another sigh and waited for the unabara to speak his peace. He already could feel a migraine coming on.