The Battle That Was [Closed]

At the moment, Kaminari was not in a good mood. It was raining, which only made it worse, and she had been having the worst of days. First, someone stole her money while she was walking through a town. Then, someone actually attempted to challenge her in battle for whatever reason. After easily knocking them out and embarrassing them in front of their friends, she found out that Bas was right. Someone had went after Kazuma. This just pissed her off more, but she was still as stubborn as always. She wasn't going to go hunt anyone down. She was not going to go help. She wanted to be left alone. Everything in her life had been almost completely ruined within such a short time. Adding all of this onto her plate, she wasn't sure how long it was going to take until she mentally snapped. At the moment, she was walking towards the same place that always seemed to relax her. On her way there, she remembered that she and Jaeden had scared the land pretty badly about a week and a half before that. There was no way it would have healed, so she was beginning to wonder if she should even try and go see it.

"Whatever..." she thought to herself and continued on her way. Right now, her Zanpakutō was on her back as usual. She was soaked from head to toe because of the rain, causing her uniform to cling to her body. Her hair had become wet enough to slip out of the ponytail she usually had it in and was now hanging straight down, reaching her mid back. This image of her would shock most people, especially if you saw the look in her eyes. Having felt so defeated in her life right now, her eyes were narrowed. They looked 'sharp', as if they could see straight through a persons soul and figure out everything about them. She didn't look nice or happy. She was not the normal Kaminari she usually was. Stress had built up enough since the loss of her ability to speak and it was taking it's toll on her emotional state. As she came into the area, she saw a man standing there. She did nothing, only stared at him, allowing the rain to slam down on her.

Kaminari did not answer this man. His blunt questions were highly annoying in her opinion. He had definitely caught her on an off day. Hearing him speak sort of gave her a headache. She just stared at him him, her eyes narrowed as if she just did not care about anything he had just said. Even with the mention of Kazuma's name, she only heard two words. Kazuma and Brother. When she spoke to Kazuma once before, Kaminari was told about his cruel family, nothing more. There was nothing positive said, so in her mind he was now an enemy. She wasn't in the mood to fight though, so she just stood there staring him down. It was almost as if she was daring him to say or do something to piss her off. She needed to let out some stress anyway. Of course, it would be up to him whether he would attack or not.

Now hearing the rest of what he said, Kaminari still did not seem to care. His question was whether she had hurt Kazuma or not. Her reply... "Tell me..." she said to him in a soft yet menacing tone, "If I had hurt the boy. What the hell would you do about it? I can't say I am in the mood to deal with anyone of that damn family of yours. Nothing but negativity comes from assholes like that. That entire family disgusts me.... Once I find Kazuma... I will do what needs to be done. You on the other hand, stay the hell away from him. I trust no one who comes near him." For anyone who actually knew Kaminari, it would be very obvious that her intentions towards Kazuma were normal. To people who do not know Kaminari, it would sound as if she were either completely uncaring to the boy, or after him to kill him. As stated before, Kaminari's emotions had been beaten on the past few weeks and it had temporarily weakened her sense of judgement.

It seemed like this guy was just not understanding something. She wasn't mentally correct at the moment. She was depressed, easily annoyed, and could probably become violent if he pushed her the wrong way. Hearing this man's words only made her roll her eyes more. Like stated before, Kaminari's mindset towards anyone within Kazuma's family was of complete distrust. She wouldn't believe anything that this man said. The moment he mentioned being Kazuma's brother, he was on her list of enemies. She would have no problem fighting him if that is what this was going to come to. It should have been obvious that she would be ready to fight him without any restraint. His continuing to speak to her in the manner he was only annoyed her more. So she did something that was not done for years. She raised her right hand and brought out the historic middle finger, a way of saying 'fuck you' to him. "Just stay the hell away from me. I am not in the mood to deal with you or any of your damn family. Leave." With that said, she awaited his reaction towards her words. She narrowed her eyes in annoyance at him, staring at the hand he had made to look similar to that of a gun.

Kaminari had fought in the rain before, so this was not going to be much of a difference then it was then. She knew how to maneuver and keep herself on her feet so she would not fall or lose her balance. Once again, this man pointed his finger at her, making his hand resemble that of a gun. Her demeanor did not change. In truth, she had beckoned this fight. She had allowed it. She needed something to help her return to normal and a fight was going to do that. Before, this man would not have noticed something because of the large amount of distance that the two of them had between them. She had also purposely spoken low enough so he would not feel it. Her voice was still uncontrollable and that was probably not going to change. Her focus was high and she was ready and willing to deal some damage.

A 'bullet' of high pressured water was now shot towards her torso, but was still slow enough to drop down towards her belly. She maneuvered her feet in such a manner that would allow her to pivot. During this pivot, the bullet would pass by her and she would move into a Shunpo, vanishing from his sight and reappearing behind him, only a foot away. Once she was behind him, she raised her hand to the hilt of her sword. He was foolishly moving very slowly when drawing his weapon, so this gave her a perfect chance to strike. In one swift swing of her arm, she brought the shorter of her two blades down towards his back. With how close in range they were, it was going to be very easy for her to slice through his back, if he did not find a way to dodge or counter.

Kaminari was not herself. With everything that had been going on in her pitiful life, as she called it, her mind was clouded with anger, rage, disappointment, fear, and so many more things. She didn't notice him heal. She didn't notice that he had actually almost lost grip on his sword. There was indeed something bugging her, and anyone who knew who well would understand just by the way she was fighting. It was like she was going for nothing but the kill, wanting to deal damage. She was using this horrible method to relieve some stress. It was something she definitely needed. Too much was on her mind. From Kuro, to her wedding, to Kazuma. Too much. Yes, she had misunderstood him, but she wasn't really listening int the first place. She did not pay attention to this mans words, otherwise they wouldn't be in this fight now. They would probably be looking for Kazuma to see if he was okay, but as said before, she was not in her normal right of mind.

Kaminari's narrow and fierce eyes, longing for nothing but battle and the sight of blood, watched him. She memorized his every movements and immediately was able to conclude his power. "Water..." she thought to herself as she watched the water gather around his blade. She let this happen. One thing she did not like doing was allowing her opponent the time to gather up power for an attack, but this time she allowed it. She reached back during his gathering of the water and grabbed onto her other sword, bringing it out as she tossed her wakazashi into her other hand. She ran towards him. He threw his attack. A large wave of water coming towards her. She did not attempt to dodge. She would use her power, her raw power to blast through this. She raised her right hand, this sword being the longer of the two, and as the wave came towards her, she swung down through it. Her spiritual pressure gathered around the blade upon making contact, slicing through the wave and allowing her to literally walk through a hole in the wave of water.

She continued charging him. "AHHHH!" she screamed out. The effects of her voice hitting his ear, unless he was deaf, which obviously was not the case, nor did he have a way of blocking sound at the moment. The furious young woman swung her blade again, bringing the one in her right hand, the same one she had just used to cut through the wave, to slice down towards his right shoulder as fast as she could. Her swing was wild, but it was powerful. She was letting her spiritual pressure seep out of her like water through a dam. Obviously, she was not fighting at her normal. She swung at him again, this time with her left. Then again with her right. Left, right, left, right, left, right, and she continued this over and over again, twenty times. This young woman was out for blood.