Himawari looked down at the large bag of books she dumped down on her bed. When the Squad 4 captain offered her his help, she hadn’t expected all this homework. But if she was going to get anywhere, she was going to have to study, even if that meant tearing her hair out, one strand at a time. She picked the bag up, dropping it to the side, as she sat down on her bed. The day had been long and tough; if her duties for her squad hadn’t been enough, she’d spent almost 6 hours in the Squad 4 barracks, trying to heal the cut on a paw of a cat, which she’d still failed miserably at.

She sighed heavily, as she undid her sash, pulling the long white fabric away from her narrow waist. She folded it up neatly; despite her rather bold attitude, Himawari liked to take care of her clothes, even if the rest of her room was a complete and utter mess. Satisfied that her belt was neat enough, she got back up to put it on her side table. Why she was so careful with it, Himawari wasn’t sure, but she was affectionate with her uniform. She peeled off her hakama in the same way, folding it up neatly and placing it beside her belt, her long pale legs grateful for the breeze wafting through her room. She picked up her hair brush, drawing it down through her long red hair. She moved back over to her bed, when suddenly, her room exploded.

Ok, so exploded is going a bit over the top, but the wall caved in. A man fell in its wake, heavily wounded and bleeding heavily, Himawari’s eyes widened as she watched him cough up blood on her bedroom floor. She rushed over to him, kneeling down next to him to get a better look at the injuries. They were beyond her personal level of skill but at the very least she could stifle the bleeding.

“Hold still, ok?” she told him, using a gentle tone as to not startle him, though the sight of her in just her underwear and her top would not really help that situation. She placed two fingers under his chin, lifting his face up to hers. Whatever this guy had been fighting must have been horrendous, “Let the Nightingale descend from her place at the lord's side to heal the minor wounds of my comrade! Bakudou #3 First Aid!” It was a small effort, but it would at least stifle the bleeding. She caught a passing hell butterfly, and relayed a message to the 4th Squad to send aid quickly.

((OOC: Welcome to the mayhem! And Jin and Kajitora, Sal's pretty messed up right now so if one of you wants to go and engage Nikolai then that's cool. I'll get to ya's as and when i can stand lol For reference he's a Bount, a powerful one. He has twin Dolls, they are shaped as big heavy metal gauntlets that cover both his arms up to the shoulder...have fun XD))

What could Sal do but comply with this girls wishes? Lets forget the fact that he quite possibly had brain damage of epic proportions and go with the fact that she was dressed in nothing but her squad top, that left little to the imagination, and a very skimpy pair of black knickers. A lesser man would have gawked with his mouth hanging ajar, drooling ever so slightly at the long athletic legs and the breasts that came in super size less than three inches from his bloodied face. Salem however, when he was alive, was never known to shy away from the opposite sex. However this girl...well, he'd seen some well put together woman in his time but he never thought he'd actually have to die to see one that looked as angels ought to.

A tingle of electricity traced down his spine from her touch, as insignificant as it may have been, and he held stead for her as she commanded. He gazed into her vibrant blue eyes and the threat outside and the wounds across his body may as well have been a universe away....he was utterly enthralled.
A sense of urgency took him however as her healing spell took effect, he could feel bleeding stop and smaller grazes heal but the largest remained, he had to get back out there before whatever that guy was took apart what little of Seireitei remained.

A thought prompted him though...and it was sorely tempting...stay with her, it said. He shrugged it off and gently took her fingers very aware by the dirt and the dried blood on his own. And movong it softly away from his face held it at chest level.

"If i survive this...i'll marry you." Was all he said and then with that trademark smirk of his he kissed her hand asa thank you and was on his feet.

(OOC: I would name this Kajitora’s Shikai: the power of heartless, explosive, brutality! I really got into his emotions at the end. Sal, stay alive-I’m coming.)

Kajitora waited until Grace circled around the front of him, he needed to be able to see her as he used his plan to escape. He barely had any spiritual energy left but he was willing to risk it just to get his hands back on his sword. Once he had his sword in his hand, he knew he could defeat the woman, he would find a way. But before he could show her his real power, he had to deal with the giant weed that was wrapped around him. While Grace had been talking, he had been thinking of a way to escape the kidou or negate it. Kajitora only knew one way to negate a kidou: to use another kidou. Grace was in front of him, looking him straight in the eyes as he said, “Let those who toss the stone in the pond, be splashed by their own self doubt. Hadou #24: Water Slicing Blade!”

Water formed under the giant weed and then shot up in the form of a blade, cutting through the giant weep just enough for Kajitora to slip through the vines. He wiggled and pushed forward, out of the giant weed. Grace had jumped back, out of harm’s way as the kidou exploded onto the scene. Kajitora fell forward, and noticed his zanpakutou laying a few feet from him. He stumbled towards his sword on his hands and knees as Grace made her way forward bravely trying to stop him before he could regain his zanpakutou back and the devastating bond that came with it. Kajitora reached desperately with his little fingers for the hilt of this sword as he heard the incantation of a kidou started.

“Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance-“ Grace was about to blow Kajitora’s zanpakutou away and end his life all in one vile swoop. Kajitora’s mind raced as he finally grabbed the sword, brought it up in the flash of a second and stopped the incantation by cutting off Grace’s left hand. The cut had been rushed but executed with flawless improv-ed technique, cutting just under Grace’s gauntlet taking it and her hand clean off. The woman let out a hellish scream as the armored hand flew through the air, darker and more terrifying than her screaming when she had almost lost her entire shoulder. Kajitora wasn’t sure if it was solely from the pain of losing a hand or if it had to do with losing the gauntlet as well.

The demon like, barbaric shrieks coming from the woman, reminded Kajitora again that she was human. It was almost like listening to an animal cry out after being wounded. He had been human years ago; he had felt emotions that no amount of samurai training had been able to suppress. As soon as he caught himself mentally showing the kidou caster mercy, he put all thoughts of hesitation and compassion out of his mind-if even for one moment. That’s all he needed was one moment of heartless, explosive brutality!

Grace was moving backwards, making enough distance between her and Kajitora to cast a deadly kidou when Kajitora closed the gap between then in a flash of speed similar to shunpo but not quite as fast. However, it was too fast for the human to catch with her eyes. Kajitora was upon her and he shouted from his gut up to through his throat with the full force of his lungs, “MOLT, SUZAKU!” The little child (Kajitora) looked like a savage, crazed, barbaric tribal fiend with a glowing red sword as he charged down the woman. The katana in his hand was replaced by a Chinese broadsword with seven barbs of the blade, three on the left and four on the right side. He took a swing at Grace, which utterly missed as she performed a backwards roll that allowed her to evade the attack. Kajitora’s beastly face did not change for he knew that the blade wasn’t the part of the attack that his opponents had to worry about. His sword swing only served to fling the seven barbs from his sword, and all of them landed on him opponent who came out of her roll and stood. As she stood, Kajitora’s eyes flickered with bloodlust as he commanded all seven of the barbs to activate, “KATSU!”

Grace looked down at one of the barbs and for an instant Kajitora thought he saw a look of recognition of the Irish woman’s face like she knew she was about to dead. That was her last moment; her look of serious understanding was the last image that Kajitora stored in mind under what he would remember of Grace O’Malley. She was then engulfed in the fire of seven close range explosions which were powered by spiritual energy…there was no hope of surviving for the human. Kajitora had witnessed a few Shinigami able to escape the blast of two or three barbs and still be heavily wounded but he had never seen anything survive all seven at once. Everything around the spot Grace had been standing flew back from the power of the explosion and what was left around the area caught fire, a fire which was fueled by spiritual energy and would not easily be subdued. Once his and his zanapakutou’s rage wore off, Kajitora was actually remorseful about taking the life of the human. He wondered if he really deserved to be 3rd Seat, or even a Shinigami for that matter. He could have taken the woman in for questioning, if he had been stronger he could have done it without incident but instead he had managed only to kill again. He felt like he was in a endless circle of destroying and burning everything around him, destroying lands, Hollows and sometimes even the people around him. He wanted to know if true strength was worth the cycle of violence he was putting his young body through; and the only answer her could hear was the sound of his former enemy’s flesh burning in the fire of his Shikai.

He wanted to cry, to say a prayer for the woman’s human soul, to have a f***ing have a moment to remember her…even if she was his enemy-put he felt the reiatsu of an immensely strong opponent nearby and he knew what his duty dictated him to do. Seek and Destroy.

((Lol, take your time Kajitora, I think he’s happy where he is. Intel here please if possible.))

Himawari blushed hard at the man’s statement; she was used to men being forward with her, but never in such a polite way and never whilst bleeding all over the floor. This guy must either be completely high on his own physical pain, or completely out of his mind to say such things in his current physical state. He looked at her so intensely as well, with deep dark brown eyes that she felt she could almost drown in.

If he hadn’t crashed straight through her wall, completely covered in blood, he would probably be recieving a much better reaction to his physical appearance than the look of what was close to panic on her face. She’d stopped the blood flow for the moment, but her healing abilities still had much to be desired. If he moved around too much, it would very easily start up again. She looked up at him as he stood up and it suddenly occurred to her exactly what he was going to do.

“No!” she shot up onto her own feet, moving to block his path out of the giant hole in her bedroom wall. She put one hand on his chest to stop him, looking up at him, “You can’t go back out in to a fight in your condition. At the rate you’re losing blood, you won’t last all that long.” She didn’t know who this guy was, but she wasn’t the sort of person to let someone walk into a fight when they were in the condition he was in.

It took a lot of her own physical strength to halt his movement; the guy was either as strong as an ox, or possessed the will of one. Perhaps both, but Himawari didn’t care all that much; stopping him was the only important thing. Trying not to think about the fact that the bare chest beneath her hand was as solid as a rock, she looked up at him, determined not to let him take another step further. Squad 4 was on the way; at least she hoped they were. If she could keep him there long enough, they would arrive in time to heal him properly before something else happened to him.

What could he have been fighting? These weren’t Hollow wounds; Himawari had suffered enough of those to last almost an entire lifetime; regular hollows to Adjuchas class Menos were never so precise with their attacks, attacks from such creatures often resembled something similar to a wild animal attack than anything else. These attacks were more precise, and resembled the wounds of Kidou far more than cero. Could he have been fighting another shinigami?

She glanced back over her shoulder, looking out the great gaping hole. Whatever had flung him through that wall must be incredibly strong; her wall had been made out of stone and had been almost a foot thick. The thought that whatever it was would follow him in occurred to her, but didn’t bother all that much. Anything that was happy to put a hole in her wall should be prepared if she was to put a hole in its head.

This girl was quick on her feet, granted she didn't have the added weight of say...clothes for instance to slow her, one minute she was blushing and the next blocking his path to the fray outside. He made to move past her but she placed a firm hand on his chest with a strength that shouldn't have been attached to her sleek build. He stopped his forward motion and looked her up and down before giving a mental whimper "You have really shit timing..." He thought to any deity in the vicinity.

"Your concern is noted," He said with a warm smile, white teeth contrasting against the dirt across his face. He looked down at her hand and then up at her again before taking it in his, just as gently as before, and moving it down off his chest slowly. "If this were any other point in time I'd do anything you asked me but right now there's a war going on. Surely you can feel it?" He said his eyes slightly unfocussed as he sensed a powerful Reiatsu further away. "I've never been one to sit on the sidelines, its just not my style." He smiled and gripped the handle of Claidheamh Mor a little tighter.

((Any speed if possible))

“Don’t you dare patronise me!” Himawari exclaimed, anger crossing her face, “I’m not an idiot! Of course I can sense it, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you go back out there in your condition!” She was quite firm about it, but she was beginning to doubt she could actually convince him to not go back out there.

She turned her eyes to the ceiling; sitting on the sidelines was not exactly her style either, but at least she knew when to take her losses. She glanced over at the hole; it was going to take quite a while in order to fix that up, and the draft was not something Himawari was going to be looking forward to. She sighed heavily before stepping aside, moving back over to her desk. She slipped her hakama back on, before securing her sash back around her waist. Securing Hagane across her hip, she turned back around to face him.

“Alright,” she looked up at him, striding back over him to look him straight in the eye, “I’m coming too. But not because I know you’re gonna have massive blood loss out there. I just want the jerk that put the hole in my wall. So I suggest you keep up” She flash-stepped away, out through the hole and on to the barracks roofs. The reiatsu she had sensed was powerful, most likely more powerful than herself, but letting this guy go alone was practically suicide.

Who the hell was this guy anyway? It would be safe to assume by his attitude that he was in the same squad as her, but she’d certainly never seen him before. The only think she knew was that she was most defiantly faster than he was. Her shunpo carried her across Seireitei. Whatever she was following was fast; most likely faster than herself. She accelerated, determined to catch the jerk. She slipped on a roof tile, dropping down to the street below. She landed on her feet, continuing onwards. The reiatsu had stopped up ahead, and she was going to catch it before it moved off again.

Nikolai looked down at the corpse before him and tutted in disgust. Never send a sheep to do the work of a wolf. He reached down and snatched the bag from the lifeless females body, his gauntlet's surface liquefied and reformed, the head of a black scaled serpent hissed out and opening its fang filled mouth swallowed the cloth sack whole before rejoining the gauntlet as if it had never been.

"Lvtz Nhclytwf, keep that safe our employer waz very inzistant on zat front.." He growled to seemingly thin air.

His right and left gauntlet shimmered and on the back of each hand a golden eye with a slit like pupil appeared. "Yes we would hate to disappoint them wouldn't we..." Came a hissing response.

"Enough! Ve av work to do!" Snapped Nikolai and feeling out his surroundings pin pointed two other Rieatsu active within the city. There should have been three in all...and the one he just killed meant two remained. It would be a short days work for such a large sum of money, he reasoned.



Sal remained silent as she got dressed, already he had a bad feeling about this. He was almost sorry to see such a fine body covered up, it screamed of sacrilege, like covering a fine piece of art.

"I won't stop you, it isn't my right to," He said as she came back over fully clothed, regrettably. "But i can tell you this right now, this may not be a fight you will walk away from, none of us will." He said gravely but with a touch of excitement, what was the point of there was no risk. He only hoped Jin hurried his ass up, despite the guy being a stuck up son of a bitch he was handy in a scrap as Sal's scars could attest to. He'd felt the Vice Captains Rieatsu flare more than once as he fought the female intruder.

He followed the girl out into the night. She was quick, quicker than himself, and he had to push himself to keep pace with her. He could feel Jin off in the distance and someone else to...but whatever had hit him gave off a strange power, he had trouble pin pointing it, and only had a general direction to go on most of the time. He saw Hima slip and fall and he landed beside her just as she took off again.

The girl had a determination about her and their enemy may not know what it had let itself in for, he chuckled. It begged the question though, why hadn't he met her before now? She wasn't exactly hard to miss. The answer arrived quicker than he'd liked. You're an antisocial git, that's why. That was the problem with Seireitei, its was mostly nobles with the odd speckling of Rukongai recruits. He constantly felt like that kid in a rick boarding school who's father had made his money selling used cars.
Well despite how the night had went he was sorta happy fate had picked that bedroom out of the hundreds in Seireitei for him to wreck. Yeah...life was getting interesting, that was for sure.

(OOC: Speed, please.)

Kajitora decided to stop by Squad 4, he managed to talk a member into healing the stab wound on his shoulder…then he stole some medical packs from him. As the Squad 4 member protested, Kajitora took off with his superior speed. He didn’t have time to lectured about protocol, his fellow shinigami were possibly injured on the battlefield by a strong enemy. He was still shook up from seeing the Irish woman go up in flames and his compassion was pouring out of him as the wind whipped his face while he dashed toward the powerful reiatsu. That woman had made him realize what he wanted to do in life, he didn’t want to destroy things anymore, he didn’t want bloodshed. He wanted to be a Guardian; he wanted to protect others, to stop violence and destruction. He ran until his legs began to burn with fatigued but he ignored them and pushed his legs to the point of breaking. He pushed his spiritual energy into his legs which pushed against the ground, accelerating him forward through the air like a hot knife through butter. Each time he thought he couldn’t go any further, the flash of the woman’s last facial expression popped into his head. His eyes slanted, and he could feel the tears welling up in them. He couldn’t handle if that happen to his fellow squad members-instant death before his eyes. He wouldn’t allow it to happen either; he would rather die than see any other shinigami die that day.

Eventually he arrived at his destination, the spot that had a peculiar spiritual energy emitting from it.

OOC: intel please

Jin looked down at the growing pool of blood that surrounded the corpse of his former opponent, the steady stream of crimson relentlessly leaking from the victim’s rounded neck cavity. What he would have too do next was disgusting but necessary, he reached down rummaging through the possessions of the deceased man trying to find what it was he had recovered on his mission to Seretei, what had spurred this spontaneous search was a comment the guy had made whilst engaged in his fight with Jin one about having to make some form of delivery to an inpatient employer it had led Jin too think this man had come too Seretei on a recovery mission in the hopes of retrieving some form of item the nature of which Jin couldn’t begin too imagine. This theory was only further fuelled by the fact that this guy had been wearing a cloaking device perfect for concealing his presence in the hopes of taking something unnoticed. As Jin made his rushed search eager too retract his hands from the personal affects of the figure left saturated in gore he accidently nudged the large clump of hair that had been the dreadlocks of the now terminated target, apparently in the explosion they had become detached from the cranium of the man still bound together by a single mound of flesh, jin recoiled back in horror at contact with such a disgusting thing knocking the body in the process. The corpse flopped limply at the disturbance left strewn over on its side unhinging a small brown bag from its hiding place on the inside of the jacket worn by the man leaving it too fall onto the Seretei’s tiled floor, the bag sharply contrasted with the rest of the mans attire and possessions, and whether it was or was not what Jin was looking for he was more than a little reluctant to touch the corpse once again.

Jin slipped the small package inside his uniform feeling it rest securely against the skin of his chest, he would take it too his captain and let him deal with the problem his work was over……..at least for now…..well almost. Whilst fighting his unique opponent he had realised his was not the only spiritual pressure he could feel flaring two other very familiar spiritual signatures could be felt marking they’re presence in battle. Jin was left with the conclusion that his was not the only intruder too seretei, and these other two shinigami must be confronting the others, the pressure’s which he recognised to belong too 3rd seat of his squad Kajitora and squad eleven member Salem Narongachi had seemingly dulled down in close proximity too the time Jin had managed too defeat his own enemy, but they were still easily sensed which meant the two where still breathing. Unfortunately Salem’s had awoken once more and what was worse was it was now apparently moving around Seretei with the accompaniment of Himawari Fukuyama a female shinigami who Jin had become quite partial too during they’re short period’s of contact, he had no idea why the two were together but there was no way in hell that travelling with Salem Narongachi was going too pose any rewards too her personal health. Jin’s reiatsu flew rapidly too his feet instantly initiating a rapid series of flash steps as he flew forth in the direction of Salem and Himawari, he would have too leave Kajitora on his own for now but after sparring with that guy he was sure he could handle himself.


The couple made a pause as the flash stepped through the corridors of seretei as they pursued some unseen target they’re progress was halted as a faceless voice called out to the pair.

“Norongachi, I honestly hope that blood your coated in is fresh, I’d hate too think you just hadn’t washed since that beating I gave you” the vocal tone marred with a slight tint of sarcasm cam from the thing athletic figure of a shinigami, seated on a roof over looking the two that had been flash stepping toward his direction.

“and Himawari-kun keeping well I hope, its been too long since we’ve spoken, I must say though your choice of company is a little worrying that guy’ll get you maimed at least and that’s if he takes you on a really good date”

The man dropped down off the roof landing a few metres ahead of the pair a familiar grin spreading across his face as he casually rested his blade on his shoulder glad too see both parties were still unharmed.

((Intel if possible please ))

Himawari could not help but smile at the figure that had appeared before her, and could not resist racing forward to give him a hug, “Jin-kun! It’s been a while.” She pulled away, looking up at the taller young man. She punched him hard in the shoulder, “And it’s Himawari-chan! Do I look like a guy to you?” It had been quite a while since she’d seen him; he looked good decked out in the sash of the 6th Division Lieutenant, an air of self-pride resonating of him like heat from a bonfire. Beginning to wonder why she seemed to be the only one of that sparring group that was yet to be promoted to a vice-captain position, she brushed the thought away.

She turned to look at the guy whom had been following her. Despite the blood, he wasn’t altogether that bad looking, but considering the fact that Jin was warning her about him before they had even been properly introduced, she would have to keep in mind the advice. A girl in the academy had once told her to “Stay away from any guy that comes with a warning label on the box.” Himawari of course had never really understood the background behind this phrase, but simply understood it as “Know what you’re getting in to.”

“You know this guy then?” she asked Jin, “Some jerk threw him through my wall into my dorm room. And I hate being introduced to people in my underwear.” She looked up at him, “So I’ve come to batter his head in. The guy who threw him,” she added, pointing over her shoulder at Sal, “Not this guy.” She could not help but glance around; the reiatsu they had all been following was close, she could sense that. Why it had stopped was what was confusing her. It was clearly much faster than all of them, after all not a single one of them had caught up to it. It had fled in the first place and considering its superior speed, the whole thing should have been clean sailing to make a good getaway. No, either this thing was angling for a fight, which she highly doubted, taking into consideration its attempt to flee, or it had forgotten something... or something was in its way.

Sal couldn't help but smile as the familiar voice pierced the air. The guy was a grade A prick but their fight had warranted more than a little respect for the Vice Captain, far more than any of his superiors at any rate.

"Quite fresh i can assure you, i like a new coat daily or hadn't you noticed?" He smiled, things at this point could have descended into some heated banter but there really wasn't time. "You two can stay here and chit chat all night but threes a guy out there with a strong arm and a bad attitude...that i owe one" He said instinctively rubbing his jaw.

He could still feel another Rieatsu out there, he just hoped that whatever had hit him with the force of a meteor hadn't found whoever it was first. He looked to Hima and Jin.

"Anyone else out there? I felt you and someone else fighting, then this bastard shows up.."

(OOC: Intel Please, for having the insight to bring the medical supplies.)

Kajitora shunpo’d onto the scene, having followed the direction of Vice-Captain Jin’s reiatsu. As he appeared probably rather slowly compared to the level of shinigami he was surrounded with. He bowed deeply to Jin and greeted him first, “Konnechi-wa, Vice-Captain Jin. Daijoubu desu ka?” (Hello. Are you okay?) He then turned his attention to the two shinigami that he hadn’t meet formally but had seen around Seireitei. He introduced himself one at a time to his new team mates.

“I’m Kajitora Miyamoto, 3rd Seat of 6th Squad. I am Jin’s subordinate. Pleased to meet you, I hope are future teamwork establishes well.” He bowed less deeply to the two shinigami and then smiled his wide childish smile. Just being with other shinigami, Kajitora was forgetting about his sorrow of having to slay that woman. That thought reminded him, he had brought some Squad 4 medpacks…but he had no idea how to use them. He presented the medpacks.

“I sensed you all fighting, so I stopped by Squad 4 and got some of these. I hope you guys know how to use them because I don’t.” Kajitora moved forward with the swagger of a swordsman and placed the medpacks on the ground. He felt the strong reiastus he had felt earlier up ahead and he wondered what in the world it could be.

" oi oi Himawari-Chan, with punches like that and a reputation like yours anyone could get a little confused" he said with a grin nostalgia tugging at his concentration whilst the reunion commenced, but it was short lived Salem managed once more to drain any trace of frivility and enjoyment that had lingered in the air bringing the group crashing back down to reality reminding them of the impending threat.

"I've got too say i'd really rather not talk about hard hitting punches at the moment, I've just finished an engagement with an intruder similar too the one you've described, this one was a human with a unique ability to contorl and mould spirit particles using his arm as a catylyst. It made for some preety impressive right hooks" He looked over too the shaggy figure as he spoke only too have too turn his ead sharpy at the arrival of another party.

The third seat of his squad was stood now behind him uttering him a welcome greeting, Jin turn at the unexpected familiarity of the voice shocked too see yet another familiar face that night, it really was turning into quite a party.

"ahh 3rd seat Miyamoto its good too see you, i was hoping too find you soon during tonight your spirit pressure was fluctuating wildly, a fight?"

He noticed a tint of sadness on the features of his subordinate but knew that now would not be the time to question it there would be enough oppertunities back at the squad barracks, his grin took on a slight hint of pride as the member of his squad greeted they're fellow shinigami, always polite before pulling out a stash of medical kits that he had had the forethought too collect a brilliant representation of the potential of the 6th squad. The idea of medical supplies wasa one that Jin had not even considered as he'd been sure there wouldnt be time but as long as they were here now was what matter'd theyre source being inconsequential.

Jin cleared his throat quickly, putting a halt too his comrades speech

"i suppose norongachi's right as long as this threat remains active we may aswell go and persue it.....although that does seem like quite a pain, you know what maybe it would just be better too report this to a captain and leave them too deal with it anyone who punches a guy through a wall without asking questions will probably force us too fight him and surely im not the only one who just finds that idea troublesome?" the enthusiasm that had spurred forth in his initial words quickly faded as his sentence carried on leaving him with nothing more than a weary sigh as quickly realised just how much work this idea could entail

They were moving, these other two Reiatsu that had intercepted his employers thieves, and they had been joined by one other and...the Shinigami he had thought dead earlier. Nikola reprimanded himself for his over confidence, Shinigami were renowned for their strength and if he continued to think them weak it would not bode well for him.

The wind barrelled across his black shirt and leather bomber jacket and around him Seireitei was nothing but a blur, such was his tremendous speed. He slowed and came to a stop next to the downed form of one infiltrator. He casually searched the corpse of the Jamaican and finding no sign of what he was looking for set off again, he increased his speed, urgency was great and soon was at the blackened body of the third and last of the trio. He gave the body a sharp kick and its ashes fell away but there amongst them shone the glimmer of metal. One of the Shinigami hadn't thought to search this one. The gauntlet reformed onto a thick snakes head again and from its mouth shot a forked tongue that rapped around the metallic splinters and swallowed them whole before reverting back to its dormant state.

That left only one more package to pick up, he didn't think the Shinigami would let it go willingly however.
He pushed off again and in a mere heart beat he'd covered half the distance to the gathered Soul Reapers, one more and he landed just down the street from them.

"You av zumthink i require Chinigami...i am a zivilized man, zer iz no need for fighting...hand it over and i zall be on my way..." He called to them, one hand in the pocket of his black combat trousers.

“He’s Russian...” These were the first words out of Himawari’s mouth as she turned to face their newly arrived opponent. She had always been too young to remember much about the Nichi-Ro Sensō, but her parents and a lot of the adults back home talked about it. She’d been two by the time the war was over, and relatively nothing of the war had ever reached her village. Except just before the war ended, when a convoy of Russian prisoners of war was being transported through the countryside. They had stopped off in the centre of the village for supplies, and everyone had come to see. The prisoners had not been allowed out of the vehicle, but you could hear them talking. And, no matter how young she may have been at the time, Himawari would never forget the sound of their voices.

The very sound of his voice made her shiver, making her think of the war that had gripped her country for well over a year. She knew Japan had faced a lot worse since, but the worst war always seems to be the one you witness yourself.

“There’s nothing here that belongs to you,” she spoke up, her voice sounding far more firm than she felt. The very sensation of this man’s reiatsu made her shiver, “And you don’t belong here either, so I recommend you leave the way you came in. Now.” Her left hand drifted upwards, subconsciously resting itself upon the hilt of her Zanpakutō. She didn’t like the way he was looking at them, nor the feeling she was getting as she looked at him. Fear did not suit her well.