Blood that Stains the Blade

One might guess at the meaning of life, but they are usually never right. The actual answer most likely transcends life itself, or some other philosophical bullshit that might be used in its place. Really though, who cares? Racist bastards, that's who. Wondering about life and his place in it is far too religious for Stefan, so he never really bothered. Instead, he spent his time fighting, loving, and making fun of mentally retarded people; you know, the typical schedule of a "kool" kid.

On this particular day, the seaweed-haired swordsman was hoping to do 2 of the 3 things, and let's just say he didn't plan on getting an erection unless it was from the heat of battle. Which happened regularly...........he hasn't had a checkup in a long time.

Somehow the almighty, yet benevolent, warrior Stefan had ended up in Imaginary Karakura, specifically the E-District...somehow. Currently he was just taking a stroll through the quiet and still streets, no other being, living or otherwise, in sight. His hair swaying in the breeze....no wait...there isn't s breeze. This is unprecedented! A fight without even a small amount of wind! This was truly going to be a day of surprises! Anyway, after walking for a while Stefan took a seat on a street curb whole also releasing his spiritual energy as a beacon to all other fighters in the area. Who would follow this beacon to it's source?

Unbeknownst to Michael, Stefan had actually been napping by the time the demon had reached his location, and so his words fell on ears paying no heed to him. Even when Michael had released his spiritual pressure onto the surroundings, and actually destroyed some of the local buildings, Stefan did not stir. What seemed to finally awake the sleeping Vizard was the last thing Michael said: "Let's begin, shall we?". You see, even while sleeping Stefan can recognize a challenge from an opponent as he never denies a challenge, as that's just the kind of man he is.

Stefan's eyelids blinked open, revealing brightly vibrant neon-green eyes which immediately focused upon the demon in front of him. As he began stretching his arms and back due to just having woken up, he spoke a few words to his opponent. "Your shirt is already off? I'm sorry, but I don't put out on the first date." Yes, he had just said that. After a couple seconds of stretching, Stefan placed his left hand on the kashira, or butt, of the hilt on one of his blades tied around his waist, this one sitting on his left hip. The wrapping of it's tsuka was a deep, dark violet and it's scabbard was completely jet black. At the same time, Michael might notice something odd with his rain: it wasn't touching Stefan. As a matter of fact, it wasn't getting anywhere near him for it seemed to be reflects by a large, empty 'bubble' around Stefan. The Monsuta King wasn't releasing his spiritual pressure, and instead just using it stop Michael's annoying rain, and thus formed a bubble with it.

With Michael's attention on the man that stood before him, the man behind him would be able to go unnoticed as there was absolutely no spiritual pressure resonating from his body. Who was this man, you may ask? This was Stefan Soan, or, at least, the real Stefan Soan. The 'man' that hadn't seemed to move was a simple afterimage created from Stefan's immense speed, which was so great the afterimage even seemed to have it's own spiritual pressure, which served to make it essentially impossible to sense Stefan's new location. At this point, Stefan drew the sword he had been resting his left hand on, with his right hand. It's blade shown brilliantly, the metal of the blade was truly radiant in the sunlight. In another movement so quick it would be essentially undetectable, Stefan disappeared from his location again only to reappear roughly 15 feet in front of Michael, but was now walking away from the demon.

This would most likely appear odd to the demon, as now there were two Stefan Soans in front of him. However, the afterimage from earlier suddenly vanished from existence due to it having a time limit as it is just a speed clone. A second or two later, a large diagonal wound would suddenly burst open upon Michael Asthavon's back, as Stefan had also performed a simple slash with his Zanpakutō when he had moved from behind the demon to in front of him. Stefan had placed enough power in his sword swing to cut straight through Michael's Akuma Kyodo and other defenses, but purposely didn't use enough power to cut the demon in half completely, instead just wanting to essentially warn the demon of what was to come. Stefan had now stopped in his tracks, and yet was still facing away from the demon, but with his eyes closed as well.