The Mountain and The Sea [Zaraki vs Aiko]

Mon Jan 08, 2018 9:54 am

The Master of Realms

Aiko Kyoraku

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Rushing out through a portal in the sky, a female figure sped into the ground below. On the other side of the portal, growling and screams could be heard as a depiction of a scene whose pure rendition could have belonged to the depths of hell. Aiko had not come from hell however, albeit the inhabitants of the land she came from would surely argue that fact. The woman had traveled to a rather far off land as part of one of her assignments. It was an area that was plagued not just by demonic infestation, but also by a dark virus like cult that plagued the land and threatened the lives of its inhabitants. By virtue of nature and her position itself, Aiko was required to be lenient and accepting of all spiritual races, even demons. However, there were certain kinds of beings who in her opinion, fell well beyond the boundaries of what could be considered within the realms of her diplomatic immunity. The Juin were certainly among them. They were beings who had been taken over by a strange viral infection, making them behave erratically and most often violently. It enhanced their attributes and their level of danger. And more importantly, they possessed an infectious bite that threatened to spread their putrid poison to all unfortunate souls in their vicinity.

Though battles had occurred all throughout the previous years in a plethora of locations to quell just that, their numbers had dwindled but they had not been exterminated. And frankly, there were not many organizations that would risk the safety of their men for areas that were deemed secluded, quarantined, and without value. That’s where she came in. Aiko had been tasked with assessing the situation. She was to find any survivors and help them out of the city. Of course, during the course of it all, she had the chance to battle it out against hundreds of the Juin. For all intents and purposes, they resembled well the description of zombies in popular works of fiction. The only difference was that this wasn’t a made up story, this was real life. The outfit she was seen exiting the portal wasn’t really common to her wardrobe although she had a feeling it would be. For some reason, in the city she had gone to all the military, police, and otherwise capable adults had been killed or turned into zombies. Somehow, the only surviving people had been a bunch of high school kids that dressed too provocatively for their age, and that had somehow managed to avoid the fate that trained professionals couldn’t. In any case, to fit in, and likely to make a fashion statement, she had followed suit.

”Well, now that that’s done.”

With the portal closing behind her and the screams disappearing with it, her work there was done. Aiko had actually appeared in one of the farthest districts in Soul Society, as far from the center of the Seireitei as possible. Hardly any civilians lived there due to its dangerous nature, and not even most shinigami ventured out that far. Law simply didn’t exist in those areas, and going out there was just asking for trouble or worse. On the flipside, it was the perfect location for Aiko to come to from her missions. Should at any time a straggler happened to follow her out, she could dispatch them without concern for others.

Her outfit consisted of a white and green school uniform top, fitted with a lacy black ribbon that matched perfectly well with a an ebony set of thigh highs and skirt that were obviously not part of the dress code. Most school kids had been killed in the city she had gone to, and the only lower wear available was strangely lewd. Perhaps there were more issues there than the flesh eating zombies. Hard to tell. More importantly however was the look of her weapon. On her hands, she actually held a katana. The typical look of her zanpakuto was that of gloves she could fashion as she pleased to fit her wardrobe. However, the mission made it difficult to fight at such close quarters without being infected. She had no choice but to make use of her zanpakuto in its typical blade format instead. It didn’t matter all that much to be honest. Aiko was a master with the art of weapons as she was proficient with most kinds. She just so happened to be among the very best that had ever lived when it came to the use of her fists in combination with her speed and her physical strength.

”Hmm..Is that, no. That can’t be. Yes, it is…”

Initially, Aiko thought she had noticed a very familiar energy signal approaching but she passed it off as a mistake in her part. Just seconds after however her first assertions were proven to be true. Zaraki. The girl knew the man, even if she had never really talked to him. She knew of him. He wasn’t yet a Captain during her early years living at Seireitei. However, after her escape with Yoruichi to be raised by her mother following the hollowfication of the Captains and the Lieutenants, she had heard a lot about the man. It seemed as though he had defeated and killed the previous Kenpachi for the title; with a single swing. Years later, when Aiko marked her own return to the ranks, she did happened to be in his vicinity and attest to the level of power he possessed. She had no real opinion on the man or his viewpoint. They certainly didn’t agree on all fronts, but she wasn’t one to take the time to change his mind if it wasn’t directly required by her job description. Still, it had been a real surprise to find him there of all places. If he had gone that far he had likely been looking for something. And truth be told, the sheer sensation he elicited of combat, of struggle, and of hardship had elicited a similar feeling and hunger to test herself as well. The question remained however as to whether she’d have the strength to hold back her temptation and curiosity to see where she stacked up against the legend.

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Thu Jan 11, 2018 12:15 pm

Despite its reputation and common belief, Zaraki District had been improving on essentially all fronts for a while now. Upon returning, the monster which Zaraki District had birthed's presence alone lowered crime rates across the board in the region. Overt criminality that had pervaded the District for thousands of years was almost entirely eliminated, while even petty and covert crimes and criminals had begun disappearing. Regardless of whether adjacent regions absorbed these criminals was irrelevant to the man, if he could even be called that, who once again called Zaraki his home. Kenpachi from Zaraki, retired Gotei Captain and perhaps the most infamous Shinigami alive, always had a low opinion of the District's felons and miscreants. The majority were weaklings and made their living harassing and killing those even more feeble than themselves, and as such were the Shinigami's worst enemy. To him, they were nothing and deserved nothing.

Despite the new realities of the District, Zaraki Kenpachi still somehow found himself confronted by powerful individuals from time to time. Whether it was his or the area's reputation, something drew such exemplary and powerful warriors to this rundown and forgotten section of Rukongai. Just recently he'd come into contact with a Shinigami named Magnolia who certainly stood out in a crowd, and a few months prior a Sugiura warrior capable of plenty of his own impressive feats had come to challenge him. Yet, it was never enough for the Kenpachi who'd earned his name by killing a Gotei Captain in one swing of his bloodthirsty sword. If a million colossally strong fighters came to battle him it would not be enough. Zaraki's dream was to find someone who could give him a truly worthy fight. Whether he survived or not was irrelevant to the dream, because dying meant he could admit defeat while living was just another opportunity to find a worthy foe.

Thankfully, his own reputation had turned him into a test of strength for people. Merely by existing and being Zaraki Kenpachi, individuals from all the different worlds and realms who came across the Demon of Rukongai sought to compare themselves to him. While it rarely resulted in anything good for them, it often provided glimpses of excitement for Zaraki. Today however, he doubted anyone interesting would show up. As he'd done most days since returning, Zaraki was walking the streets of his namesake District, his unruly and titanic spiritual pressure he'd become known for washing over the entire region. While staying near him was certainly not recommended, the citizens of Zaraki knew full well he meant them no harm. In some ways Zaraki was their saviour, though most couldn't get over his bloodthirsty, battle loving reputation to admit such a thing. Kenpachi rested his extraordinarily long Zanpakutoū across his shoulder, which still had his retired torn Captain's haori covering it, and stood still. For just a moment, maybe less, he thought he sensed something...

Coding by Slayer

Fri Jan 19, 2018 11:22 am

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Patience had never been among her her array of virtuous traits. With a quick pair of steps the girl would be up and before the former Captain. It didn’t really matter whether he remembered her or not; she knew him. If he did, he would have recalled either a child at Shunsui’s feet, or instead the woman that was raised by the vizard and the other Soul Society outcasts to return later on. She wasn’t appointed within the squads in Seireitei anymore which indicated she had ascended to something higher.

In any case, Aiko knew that coming up before the man wasn’t a matter of coincidence. It was fate, if it could be called that. The ranks of the Soul King were poor. At the time, she was its only member, and she still had vast rooms for improvement. On the demonic side, their god possessed a larger and more powerful ensemble of fighters that she simply could not contend with on her own. To do her job, and fulfill her duty, she needed to continue to progress. Zaraki would serve well as a means to test out her power and move forth.

”Former Kenpachi of Zaraki, my name is Aiko, and I wish to meet you in combat.”

There was no time for chitty chatty. The girl knew very well how to speak to him. It was obvious she couldn’t go on a speech of why she needed t fight him or why he needed to accept. That was left for people that cared about such a thing, and that wagered the thoughts and intellect of an individual before jumping into a confrontation. On the other hand, it was obvious Zaraki wasn’t like that. She knew enough about him to understand what he truly cared about. By then, he should’ve noticed that she had amassed enough powers to overshadow some of the current Captains. But it went beyond that as her energy potential was very well beyond most of her rank. The true danger Aiko possessed was in her abilities, as they went beyond what one could expect, and would serve to surprise and endanger any of her to-be opponents.

”If you’re ready, let’s do this. Otherwise we can chat a bit before.”

The comment wasn’t mean as an insult or to jab at him. Instead, she simply made the playful remark to see if he was as intent on fighting as she was. Regardless, by the time she had finished speaking her blade would’ve been drawn, and angled before her. There was no question that Zaraki was powerful, but Aiko possessed an amazing level of strength, and an even greater control over speed. After all, she had some of the best teachers available. The girl imagined Zaraki would attack head on and with a mighty push. She couldn’t imagine him being the kind to use diversionary tactics. And so, sinking her feet into the ground she readied for whatever onslaught he had for her. She had found a worthy opponent, and he was about to understand the might and the potential of the Kyoraku.

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