On Angel's Wings

With my... Ninja Info Cards.

The glasses on his face were slightly fogged from what he was doing. And what he was doing? Well, that would be repeatedly firing large bursts of energy at targets within a small sealed dome just outside of the Iramasha's Shrine. Why was he doing this? Because he was in training. Not to long ago... Van had VANished without a single word.

He breathed out slowly, as the wings on his back extended even further than normal, the golden line down the center of his shirt that split it in half glowing. He pushed one hand out, slowly opening his eyes as purple energy emerged from his hand, growing and growing within the barrier he was within, roughly fifty feet in radius. He felt the grant being activated, as his consciousness touched directly to that of the Soul King's; his influence on the environment becoming obvious as flowers all around began to grow.

Meanwhile, he could literally sense every single identity on this island. He could feel them all; all of them feeling like children to him. His face softened slightly, as the chaos energy he was releasing suddenly turned white, the sheer mass of it all completely consuming the space within the barrier as it very slowly but surely began moving outwards. The barrier began becoming stressed, as if concerned. It could not take this from every side; that was the one thing that could break it.

Kabuto Iramasha's mind began to slowly relax even further as he merely stood within the offensive energy, feeling his control on it surely as he stood still with his arms to either side, his gray hair slowly rising up into the air in strands, his ponytail sticking straight up. He was wearing his battle regalia; what better to practice in? His clothes were slightly levitating as if caught by a wind on his body, as the field was now stretched to its max size.

He let out a single breath, as the field completely shattered, his energy releasing a wide shock of benevolence as the energy calmly went over the island, not harming a single thing; but perhaps, making everything it touched just a bit more thankful that it was alive; a bit of a positive feeling.

His eyes slowly opened, as he looked back at the shrine. "Shrine Maiden Reimu La Miou Iramasha... Shoulder length hair, yellow-brownish eyes, traditional Shrine attire... Five foot eight... one hundred and fifty pounds... a strong, independent woman who also has a bit of a childish innocence side at times... She also has magic cards... and magic hands... Though not as magic as my own..." He said simply, before smiling brightly and chuckling. "Not really." He muttered, before reaching up one hand and readjusting the glasses on his face before moving towards the Shrine to take a bit of rest, one hand patting the back of his right hip as he felt his set of Info Cards, neatly secure...