Wonderings of a New Soul ... (Open)

Tetzou wandered forward along the streets of the 79'th Rukongai district, Kusajishi ... he walked along with a blank face, this place was one of the top five mot violent and destructive districts, and the reasoning behind it was fairly obvious overall. As he walked along he walked past an alley as he watched a group of men jumping another group shanks and blades flying and he sighed shaking his head, he couldn't get involved and both sides were murderers anyway, none of his business or interest. However as he turned a corner and walked into the nearby forest he groaned, he felt eyes on him once again and he frowned, a hand sliding down as he headed into the forest for better cover. His hand rested on the blade at his side as he frowned, one or two he could handle but if it was more then that this could get nasty … he sighed as he turned and glanced about curiously a he waited, he listened to the footfall silently counting as they grew closer and closer with a frown. “Tch …” There was three of them at least by the sound of footfalls, lovely.

He frowned as he slowly drew the blade at his side with the classic dawn out link and clank as the tip exited he sheath, he shifted slowly and waited, his gaze flowing from left to right. He knew rumor that some people could sense Reiryoku … but he had never even felt a damn thing, he was just a simple warrior and swordsman, though that want necessarily a handicap. As suddenly a slim young man maybe about sixteen rushed him, he had no meat or muscle on him a a dagger flashed for hi gut, the guy was fast … tch, figure. Speed without power …! His gaze narrowed a he leapt upward spinning hi Nodashi as the kid went flying beneath him, the kid was fast as he was … but he had more combat experience, better reflexes. He pun mid air, intending to attack the kids exposed back, but blinked as suddenly he clashed swords with a large brute of a man instead, the blades clang a Katana met his Nodahi. “Tch … Strong and Fast huh … one of each …” His ear twitched as suddenly an arrow came whizzing past hi ear sending him tumbling a bit to the side as he muttered in annoyance. Long ranged too apparently … they had a good setup. He frowned a moment before lowly shifting down his eyes narrowed softly. Hed have to take them out one at a time or he’d never get through this sadly, so to compensate the situation Tetzou dashed tot eh side … then charged strait at the larger man, however he pivoted and turned … he watched as the smaller man who had rushed to intercept was suddenly blindsided.

Tetzou barreled into him, being stronger by a large amount sending the guy flying across the ground, however only stunned as Tetzou was forced to duck an arrow flying between his hair as he grunted and rolled backward raising his blade as he did so a scarlet line appeared across the largest bandits leg. Tetzou then slid backward panting softly … if it was just one or two of these guys he could win.However he couldn't win in this situation, not like this … he’d be stuck on the defensive till they wore him down, if something like a miracle didn't happen soon he could be in some serious crap … he sighed and then barrel rolled to the side as another arrow flashed by, ducking again as his long Nodachi bit into the mans sword arm as he rolled and landed on his feet this time at least. “Alright three stooges … bring it on … if I'm going down at least two of you are coming with me!” He said with a grin as his grip on his blade tightened, cyan eyes glinting. He dashed forward as his blade sung left and right, parrying one attack and then dodging another, clipping them at the arm or leg, he got lucky once however. As he ducked down his blade rose up heavily, slamming into the larger mans side sending a crimson splash across the grass as he slid backward taking a heavy hit to the chest, but it’d only cause a bruise at least.

Damn it … why didn’t the so called heroic shinigami patrol these areas as much as the other lower-number Rukongai Districts? .. That's why there was so damn many of these bastard- !! H cursed raising the blade barely in time to deflect a dagger strike of rage from the smaller young man frowning and digging in his heels. He didn't have time to place blame it seemed … for now he had his life to fight for, the wounded man fell back holding his side wincing, the smaller one had taken the offensive, jabbing and dancing around him. He muttered as he sidestepped and dodged, small cuts appearing across Tetzou’s skin and body, finally Tetzou had enough and as he heard an arrow notch, he slammed his knee into the guys gut, grabbing his back and yanking up, the arrow slammed into the small mans chest and out his throat. Tetzou winced but dropped the gurgling man tot eh ground .. .bruised, beaten and cut countless times but nothing serious he was still running low on energy. “Tch …” The two remaining ones closed in in rage at their fallen comrade … Tetzou Raised his blade up defensively slowly lowering hsi balance and stance, he could only hope he would manage to stay alive long enough to be saved. Though who would save a stranger in this district was well beyond his hope rally, so he had to stand there sadly, on the defensive and panting as he did he simply waited, and prayed for a Miracle to happen that would hopefully save his damn life, even if it wasn't worth much to others he rather liked his face and head honestly.

A certain mixed aroma wandered around the drowzy Auryuu. He yawned as he opened his eyes slowly, quickly knowing what part of Rukongai he was in. He had drifted away from his home in Rukongai and somehow ended up in one of the more uncivilised areas. A drunk man moaned and groaned as he passed. He was obviously drunk and the man was making a absolute spectacle of his pathetic life, by gaining the attentions of the other people, which were mostly peasants and lower class members of soul society.

Besides the aroma, the weather was lovely. The sun shined through the clouds. The thicker clouds were further from the sun, while the dispersed cirrus clouds were gathered around the sun, barely hiding it's light. Auryuu didn't take the time to enjoy the weather, but it was most likely because of his surrondings and the fact that he had ended up here after a peaceful stroll through Rukongai.

Auryuu witnessed a man, a shinigami by the feel off his supressed spirtual energies. He noticed how odd it was for him to just walk into the forest, especially since when people did go off road bad things happened such as murders, rapes, and muggings. His mind wasn't far off as he saw 3 men, rush into the forest following the man. He hit the tsuba with his finger as he followed the man slowly into the forest, hearing the footsteps speed. The 14 inch blade popped out rather easily, as it loosened itself from it's sheath now becomming pullable with ease. He pushed the greenery further accending into the forest that was shady even though the daylight easily lit up everything else. The shade from the overhead trees was cooling, but the shrubs and such that stood in his way was annoying.

The sound of him moving the greenery was light, as the mens footsteps easily camoflauged it. Eventually it was clearer, no obstacles in his way now, but then he caught his first image of the situation. The shinigami dashed from the enemy, as Auryuu took his keen eagle like stare off of the shinigami to the antagonizers, who didn't possess no such form of spirtual energy, they infact had a lack of it, some people did possess little energy. He gazed at the men, as they landed a blow to the mans chest while he retailated with his own form of combative violence. He slid the remainder of his sword out of the sheath, as he took a sigh of annoyance.

He watched the fight go on for an additional brief seconds, just observing, although realizing he would have to take a break to intervene. Grunts and fightning noises of the like echoed through the trees which were thick and massive. He took a small leap from the area and ended up further closer to one of the spiritually lacking men. He quickly bound him with no problem, sweeping his legs with his right foot, as he said bakudo number one with silence.

The men would hopefully stop fighting, when he let the bound man squirm beneath him. "Why must you people cause problems for us shinigami", he said with a tone bearing tiredness. He yawned soon after as he ran his fingers down his blade. "Reveal me", his zanpaktou said, but he ignored that statement as he tossed the idea out of his mind.

Tetzou was forced to continue fighting on the defensive for several more minutes, narrowing his eyes as he ducked, danced lowered and rolled over and over from side to side. The means arrows and Katana repeatedly lashing out for death strikes each time, "Tch ... cant you two hold back at all ... at this rate I wont be able to hold back ..." He narrowed his eyes slowly as the Nodachi in his hands clashed downward with severe power, sending the man with a Katana sliding backward and flipping over the nearby log as the much smaller Tetzou grumbled and shifted his legs ducking as another arrow flew past his ear a small slice appearing on his cheek. "Damnit ..." He muttered, his hands gripping the six foot Nodachi tighter before he dashed forward the blade glinting through the air as it made a smooth crescent arch, slicing the Thug from his gut to his chin and sending him flying once again into a tree as Tetzou fell to a knee panting softly. "Tch ... I don't have the energy for this ..." Tetzou having not eaten for several weeks, even as a soul this was dangerous, and been living on water ... was hardly in peak condition, alongside the countless minor wounds it was beginning to take its total. His reiryoku began to slowly rise up and take the form of a huge sharks head glowing bright cyan around him as his eyes glowed a soft light.

"Damnit ... your both really pissing me off ..." He snarled before he dashed forward, his speed and power increasing slowly as he rammed his huge blade across the Bandits neck, cleanly decapitating him as he charged tword the last bandit with a Bow. He slammed the blade down his reiryoku lashing out in every direction sending the man flying backwards across the ground a nasty slice from his shoulder to his thigh at least three inches deep spurting blood. Tetzou moved forward, his reiryoku slowly dieing down as he grunted, before suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere, wearing shinigami robes and binding his target with some sort of magic crap. Tetzou however didn't lower his blade but stayed in a defensive stance panting heavily, his ear twitching a moment as he heard the shinigami's words. "Why must you people cause problems for us shinigami?" Tetzou gave him a look as if he was insane, "These look like Shinigami Robes to you ...?" He asked, slowly, the tip of the blade lowered down and with a click it was stabbed into the nearby log which Tetzou proceeded to collapse onto panting softly in exhaustion. "Sheesh ..." He muttered as he placed a hand on his head and closed an eye quietly, resting from the battle he had just endured. "Once again ... my sense of direction screws me over ... damn it ..."

He sighed and sat back crossing his arms over his chest before he rolled his shoulders and his gaze slowly settled on the Shinigami. He didn't look much older then himself, zanpaktou in hand it looked to be a normal katana far as he could tell, making Tetzou shrug, his own gaze flowing over to examine his Nodachi. As it stood from the log, the six foot blade that was Tetzou's Zanpaktou is the shape of a normal Nodachi with only slight modifications. The weapons total size is six feet and a half long, the handle being ten inches long on its own, the rest being the long basic Reiryoku-Enhacned Steel blade. The hilt is wrapped in a Shark like design, as is the sheath with the Kanji for heaven Dragon going up its side. The hilt is wrapped in white cloth with black leather buckles, and at the en is a simple Shark-Head Shaped counter balance to even out the weight distribution, over all its a bit fancy but in the end a simple normal Nodachi blade. The sheath to the blade is a basic Oakwood like base containing a oily shine as if it was polished and fire-hardened, lined with a thin inner steel wrap for extra support and speed when the blade is drawn. The outer-side of the blade being wrapped completely in pearly white cloth, much like the handle except holding a metal cap at the end of the sheath itself to add the final support system for the Nodachi itself, why such a small man developed such a huge Zanpaktou is currently unknown ... though it could be the massive reiryoku that is being felt from the kid, in fact that was very likely the reason.

He sighed as he slowly closed his eyes and then shrugged, he couldn't tell a difference between his and the other guys ... they both looked like swords to him, ah well. He sighed and took out a roll of bandages ... eying his wound he grunted and stood up, walking slowly through the blood that coated the ground he knelt and began to splash his body with the water."Whats a Shinigami doing Out here? ..." He muttered just loud enough to be heard behind the collar of his jacket as he hen began to wrap his many minor wounds in the gauze-like cloth wrappings. His gaze settling on the shinigami warily, it wasn't so much he didn't trust them as much as he didn't see the reason for them, they were supposed to bring balance but there was only a patrol out here maybe once every few weeks, unlike the other districts that got it anywhere from one a day to three times a day the closer you got to the shinigami's little 'Im better then everyone else' noble area. He grunted at the idea shaking his head and slowly standing, wrapped and bandaged he walked tword his blade and knelt down, beginning to clean it and make sure there was no damage in it before sheathing it with a long drawn out steel on steel drag and click. He then rested it across hi shoulders, it was the only way he could carry the huge blade was more like a spear then a sword, if he put it on his back it dragged along the ground, and on his side it was practically half off the ground half in the dirt, so instead he relented to carrying the large thing in his hands or across his shoulders instead.

Auryuu casually walked over the man squirming on the ground frantically. The men fighting now were just moving in step with eachother and had looked much more like a dance then a battle because of the rapid movements entitled in the open forest battle. The man Auryuu passed groaned even more, as he new his fate. He would most likely be trialed for attacking a shinigami. The death sentence may be given to everyone still alive after this battle. It could also be critized that the man possessing spirtual energy was fighting and looking to injure his targets who by now had some wear and tear on their bodies.

A powerful strike from the shinigami's Nodachi, flipped his newfound enemy with great strength. The man slid down the log, landing with a loud unwelcoming back to the surface from the land of the sky, however short that trip was. Auryuu stood by as a little blood appeared on the shinigami's face. His eyes traced the arrow that pushed onwards and eventually was lost in the forest's massive space. The shinigami striked another man right before Auryuu's eyes. Auryuu wasn't sure how to judge the situation, but he didn't like the fact a shinigami was lowering himself to the point where they would attack common street thugs. An abuse of spirtual power this would be considered he thought in his head.

A bright cyan shark, suddenly formed out of the mans determination. Auryuu was suprised the man, who possessed the reiryoku of a academy student could release something like that. "I want to fight him"Auryuu's zanpaktou said as it revealed it's true battle spirit from the sealed sword. A yellow aura shined over the sword, not revealing itself, but showing that it really wanted to fight the man who's reiatsu had such an intimidating, but faint form. Suddenly the lion seemed to flare up more, especially when the bandit who possessed the bow was attacked after the other's head was chopped clean off. It reminded him of something an 11th squad member would do. He had a distaste for it, but he knew his zanpaktou loved this kind of violence.

Soon enough the man finished his battle, as Auryuu sat rather patiently, ready to take the survivor in. Oddly the man stopped and Auryuu only saw an opportunity to bind the other man as well. He lay plopped down on the ground unconcious from the blow of the mans reiatsu fueled attack. With a finger whip he sealed the mans movement, although he was unconcious "Bakudo number 1 Sai!". The man now bound as Auryuu said the last words of his kido. He turned his gaze to a now lazy looking shinigami hoping to convince the man, of how dishonorable his actions were. He ignored his last comments about his sense of direction, out of a sense of not exactly caring.

Auryuu gripped his short sealed zanpaktou. He gripped it tightly, as it emitted a stronger and stronger yellow, that lit the shade from the trees. "First of all, I know your a shinigami, I'm not stupid", he said as he thought of the mans shark aura. "Second of all your barbaric slaughter you just pulled disgraces the shinigami, and third of all I'm tired of academy students causing problems". AUryuu was once one of those annoying shinigami, he understood what it was like to cause trouble more than anyone. His assistance to hollows and abusing the senkaimon and not to mention attacking a captain, that could've gone really bad if his luck wasn't with him.

"I want to kill him". The lion said from the zanpaktou to Auryuu's thoughts. The notion took him by suprise as he wondered, why his zanpaktou had such a distaste for the man. He gripped it harder now, as he let out a couple of curses as he realized the aura that kept coming from his sword. The sword wanted to reveal itself, but Auryuu did not feel like depending on a sword, or using it on such a pointless fight, especially because the man wasn't exactly showing any sign of wanting to fight Auryuu.

The guy didn’t seem to get the fact he wasn’t a Shinigami, he was a simple Plus Soul in the Rukongai that had a higher reatsu then most. So what. He sighed as he leaned down bandaging up his body as he rolled his shoulders and ran a hand through his hair, this was getting way to complicated to be worth the effort he had put in. He frowned slowly, before Tetzou leaned down and scooped up his Zanapktou which he thought was just a simple Nodachi, laying it across his shoulders as one would a spear before he closed his eyes slowly and rubbed at his neck slowly. Frowning a bit Tetzou watched as the guy used some more crappy damn magic, he hated that stuff thou8gh he’d only seen it a few times, it seemed just pointless and cheating to him, he shrugged though, as well, to each their own really. Then the guy started throwing out all kinds of crap … and Tetzou stared at this man for several moments as if Spire was a total Imbecile, which was saying a lot when you considered Tetzou couldn’t even Read or Write. “Look … I dunno ho dropped a rock on your head, or who dropped you when you were a baby … but I aint no shinigami.” He sighed shaking his head and pointed first at Spire. “Your wearing Shinigami Robes … your using crappy magic … and your swords glowing. You’re a Shinigami.” He then raised his sword up, “I have a normal Nodachi. I can’t cast anything, and I don’t want too. As well I’m wearing leather and cloth, normal cloths of a Rukongai Guy.” He rubbed his temple, feeling like he was talking to a Kid.

He then watched the man a moment with a mutter, before reaching down beside himself and lifting up a hand and motioning between their bodies, “Understand yet …?” He asked rubbing a temple, “Im just a Swordsman. I aint no Shinigami. And if I had superiors like you, I damn well would Never Join yer little academy.” He shook his head grunting and turned his back, heading off now bandaged he waved a hand. “Thanks for saving my life.” He said simply, as if his life didn’t matter that much anyway, which to him it really didn’t so it fit technique ally. He glanced back, “An’ yer swords glowing. May wanna see a doctor about that. Or a Blacksmith. Whatever floats yer boat Shinigami-San.” With that, he exited the clearing and headed off tword the Soupkitchen, “Sheesh … Shinigami got issues.” He muttered under his breath before he stretched, “Righto! Now time fer some grub … Im starved after that fight.” He grinned and headed forward, hands intertwining behind the Nodachi across his shoulders as he walked forward. After several long moments he made his way to the Soupkitchen and entered, should the shinigami follow he’d find a large empty space filled with the homeless and the poor of the RUkongai districts here, a few thugs and such but no trouble, here they were all equal, all hungry. He slid in and yelled out with a grunt, “Baaaa-chaaaaan! You here?!” Which earned a soft growl and a feminine “Hyah!” as a shoe flew threw the air slamming into his face as his head whiplashed backward and he held his face. “Ack! Damnit woman was that needed!” He growled at the young twenty year old woman in the apron with a serving bowl of soup hands on her hips. “Ba-Chan?! Im only three years older then you idiot!!” He grinned, “Ollllldy!” This earned him another shoe.

He winced and rubbed his face as he chuckled, scooping them up her set them by the counter, “Can I have my Weekly Tokoi …? Im starving.” She sighed smiling a bit and shaking her head before handing him a bowl full of what seemed to be bread, veggies, herbs, roots, and a few sparce meats. “Eat up then … I can’t turn someone down, even someone as absolutely rude and inhuman as you.” He grinned and held his heart, “Ack! The pain of such comments!” He teased her, obviously they knew one another well, further proof to the shinigami if he followed that this man indeed wasn’t a shinigami or a student but a simple man of the blade, with abnormally large reitsu. He leaned down and kissed her cheek making her blush and swat him away, “Shame on you! Messing with the cook!” He chuckled, “Nahhh I just like older girls!” This earned him another fwack and eh chortled as he headed over sitting down he set his blade beside the table and sat down beginning to eat the soup as if it was more a drink, gulping it down strait from the container as his eyes now lidded looked around the area, watching carefully one hand constantly on the hilt of his Nodachi. But no one was stupid enough to cause trouble here, hurt anything in the kitchen and you lost your food privileges after all. He finally glanced to the door and frowned, he wondered why suddenly a shinigami had appeared here, and what the heck he had accused him of all that needless crap for, he thought about this as he ate before he glanced around, he wondered if the man had actually followed him or left him alone, he wasn’t quite sure. “Hey Tokoi … have there been a lot of shinigami appearing around lately?” She blinked and looked over at him, “Not that I’ve heard or seen … though, there have been a few wandering around more often, maybe their ganna start patrolling out here more.” He snorted at that … not likely, still, no reason to get her hopes and smash them down so he simply shrugged. “Who knows …” He murmured scratching his chin curiously.

An awkward silence seemed to go down as the man stared back, Auryuu stared back with more intense eyes almost like a lions or a tigers, but more suitable to a humans stature. Auryuu stood as took the mans words not wanting to hear anything from the strange ruffian. His sword growled and spoke simultaniously, as it raged on from inside the swords sealed space. It was probably furious with the man's tone. He was obviously unrefined. He held a big sword, something that was probably making up for something else most likely. Like a spirtual sign why this man was such an utter ass. Auryuu looked downward as the man threw insults about him staying steady as his cup of anger began to fill more an more, not exceeding the amount it could hold, but coming close to it. Auryuu's mouth cracked open slightly as an angry small "tsk" sound seemed to burst out of of nowhere. Auryuu pulled the shirt around his neck around his garbs, as he seemed to move it to a more comfortable position. The shade was nice, but the previous outside humidity would make any man want to go crazy if he walked around in such warm clothing.

Oddly enough the man seemed to walk away as Auryuu stood there, almost like a statue just watching and thinking. He took a step forward, with great force with his right foot, as his shinigami sandals found strong traction on the forest ground. He stopped as the man drifted from his grasp. His reiatsu that was eminating from the sword faded, as it became fainter and fainter, eventually disapeared to nothing leaving behind a twinkle like yellow aura, like a extremely minature supernova, that wasn't quite as bold or drastic. The man tossed another statement, almost humorous even though Auryuu was still a little angry with the mans extreme lack of respect and honor. He let out a small smile cross his face as the man walked off. How strange. He laughed even though in anger and smiled even when he was sad. Contradictions of social actions that some people didn't seem to have. Auryuu was different and he knew it immediately.

Auryuu's head now avoid of the lions rantings. He turned swiftly to the squirming man. He shifted his position fast as he stopped abruptly picking up the man who was struggling to move and barely did as he most likely realized his fate of having to go to trial. The other man still was unconcious as he layed on the ground in a lazy surrendering postion. He picked that man up along, he held them both over his shoulders as he slung the other man onto his right shoulder. Haunted by the fact of the dead bandit he turned his eyes, out of curiosity. Death was interesting although full of sorrow and depression. He became squimish as he looked at the mans body, and then saw a clear view of the mans open neck. He didn't need a magnifying glass to make it effective, he had understood the message that came with the whole situation.

"You let him escape", now calm the lions voice was as it appeared strange for him to get over something like that. "That reiatsu makes me lose control". Auryuu glanced down to his sword, as it stopped talking, Auryuu didn't bother to talk to it right now, when he was preoccupied with the mens capturing. He couldn't even enjoy the daytime now, all he would look to was the future, which would be a night associated with a nightmare, or a beautiful dream. Any person would wish for a dream.