[CB] Inheritance (Kazuhiko)

It had taken nearly a month, but they finally got a lead. Kazuhiko Tatsuma had returned to Karakura Town. His grandfather had died and attention set upon the young man. The call came in and they left for the city almost immediately. Only a small force was needed. Too many and their enemies might catch on what was happening. They had to act not quickly. Karakura was known for it's strange atmosphere. There was no telling what kind of opposition they might meet. Still it was worth it if the information was correct. They had to get Kazuhiko to join them. Two men in black suits exited the private plane moments after it touched down at the airport. Both had short black hair one had cut his short. The others' hair was just long enough to cover his ears. The third man wore a white suit with a red tie. Carrying a black briefcase he took a moment to brush the blonde hair from his face. He hated it here already, but he was on a mission.
"Let's get this over with." He groaned as the two men guided him off the runway into a waiting vehicle. The flight had been short, but for some reason he felt tired. The briefcase sat on the seat beside him as the shorter haired man drove. Even if they knew he was in town how would they find him? Put out a personal ad?

He stood in silence staring at the school gates before him, the combination of the setting sun and the hood over his head cast a shadow that hid his face. His book bag was over his left shoulder, and his bandaged hand held onto the strap. School was long over, as were most of the club activities. Only a few faculty remained in the school, as did the last of the kendo club. He had been there only a few minutes ago talking with the club president. For the last week, he was receiving lessons from the club, and they recognized him as an honorary member today. But none of this mattered to him at this moment, it was the group of young men standing at the other side of the gate that had his full attention.

They were all considered punks, delinquents, and rebels in the school. There were over a dozen of them that he could see, and more that he knew were there, but out of sight. And every last one of them were there for one reason, Kazuhiko Tatsuma. Word had spread about Kaz fighting, winning, and injuring those who tried to fight him. He recognized several of the faces, but most he didn't. Word must have also spread, quickly, that his left arm was bandaged up, and one would assume injured. Which would, based on that assumption, severely hinder him in a fight. Their out for blood... he thought, a small smile appeared on his face. He knew they wouldn't attack him right away, they wanted to build up their courage, and attempt to provoke him into throwing the first punch. His smile turn into a mischievous grin as an idea formed in his mind. He reached into his pocket and pulled his gloves out, sliding them on over his bandaged left hand, then his right. His face straightened out, showing no emotion, no hint as to what he was planning, as he walked, confidently toward the gates.

He didn't even make it five steps outside the gates when the biggest one of them blocked his path. "Well well well. Look at this boys!" The brute of a high school student said. He stood nearly a foot taller than Kaz, and his shoulders were nearly three times wider. " Kazuhiko Tatsuma. Kazuhiko thats quite an injury you got ther-ACK!!" He started to speak, but his words were cut off, as was his air supply. Kazu's left hand shot up, and grabbed the punk by the throat. The punk grabbed, and even struck kaz's arm, trying desperately to break free, but kaz's grip was like a vice. Kaz reached up and pushed his hood back, revealing the look in his eyes that made the rest of them back away. "Injury? this? Don't make me laugh." he said, his voice cold as steel. "If you think this is enough to give you all a chance against me, your DEAD wrong." He said, putting emphasis on the last two words, as his eyes scanned the crowd around him. "Now, you have two options, you can all walk away from this, or..." He said, releasing the punks throat but, his knee rising sharply in the groin. The blow combined with the lack of oxygen was enough to make the giant collapse in a heap on the ground. "He'll be the only one not going to the hospital today. So which is is going to be?"

"Sir!" On of the men in the front seat shouted. While the other man drove he had been furiously typing away on his laptop. The screen had a map of Karakura town minimized in the corner. On the rest of the display was several search engines he was running as they traveled to their hotel.
"Yes?" the man in the back of the car said lazily as he gazed out the window. He didn't seem too happy with someone interrupting his deep thoughts.
"I got a hit, sir." the other man stated and the person in the white suit perked up.
"Already? That's good." He was surprised to say the least that they had found the young man. "What did you find?" The man beamed at the slight comment, but quickly turned back to the computer.
"A video actually." he said "It seems this Tatsuma person is getting attacked."
"WHAT!?" the man roared and the windows rattled. It was more than a simple shout the man's voice raised to thunderous proportions. The car swerved as the driver and the other man flinched. The car go back into it's lane as the other man fumbled with a response.
"It's at a school, sir." he continued quickly "Someone is streaming this video of some school fight. Seems he's not too popular there." The man took the computer form his lap and showed the screen to the man. Still fuming the man took the laptop from his subordinate and gazed at the screen.
"I see." the man in the white suit said as he leaned back. "Perhaps we'll see something good." he smiled. "Let's head to this school then and pick him up."
The man just looked at him blankly.
"Well?" the man said impatiently.
"I need my laptop back to find the location." he said meekly. The man in the back seat rolled his eyes and passed the computer back to him. "It's not too far." he said finally and told the driver to take right at the next light.

At Karakura Highschool

A young man wearing white shirt with an upside-down peace symbol moved his way through the crowd that was watching Kazuhiko. The baseball cap on his head hid his face as he kept his head down. Bits of white hair showed from beneath the blue cap. With his hands in his pockets he nudged his way to the front of the group. He noticed the many students recording the whole incident with their phones. Was this kid really going to try and take everyone here on? Did he really warrant this much attention? With any hesitation he walked right over to the man of the hour. The young man finally picked his head up to examine his target. He looked barely above 16 with hazel eyes. Blankly he gazed at Kazuhiko.
"Are you really who I seek?" he asked aloud more so to himself than to the man before him. "Not too impressive." he kicked the large man on the ground. What looked like a simple kick sent the big man flying. The body bounced and skidded to a complete stop 20ft away from where the two now stood. Those watching were stunned to say the least. It was one thing to see Kazuhiko beat such a huge man down. It was quite something different to see someone effortlessly kick said person to the side. The confusion and wonderment of the crowd didn't bother the young man in the slightest, he kept his eyes locked on Kazuhiko before him.

Kaz watched the boy kick the already injured young man with, what he thought at first was an effortless kick. Until his class mate was sent flying, and landing with a loud crunch. Self control, and discipline were the only two thing keeping Kaz from unleashing his powers on the new comer. But, his fight or flight instinct said one thing: Fight. This caused his powers to rage, barely under control, underneath his , relatively, calm exterior. He glanced over at his first opponent for a split second, taking note of the blood he was coughing up. He'll die if he doesn't get medical attention quickly... Kaz thought in that second, then turned his full attention to this new threat. His Shōten was ready, already formed underneath his clothing, and ,unnoticed by the crowd, a very dim glow flared in his eyes. Around him the air grew heavy with a combination of tension and spiritual pressure. He was ready for an all out, no holds barred fight, if it was needed. His eyes locked on the boy, watching every motion the boy made as Kaz spoke to him. "That was completely unnecessary," he said in a tone low enough for only the two of them to hear. "People like you and me shouldn't use our....'gifts' to harm those without them. Now I will give you one chance to walk away, or..' he said, charging enough power into the sword handle, hidden under his sleeve, ready for it to activate at even the slightest hostile action from this boy. "I will cut you with out a second thought." He said calmly, but his face gave away how serious he was. "You want to fight me, fine, save it for later, when there arn't so many camera's around. I don't know about you, but i don't want to become some kind of government guinea pig that they experiment on to see how we work, do you?"

"Gifts?" The young man before Kazuhiko blinked and stared blankly. He took a step back and cocked his head to the side as if t considering the man's offer.
"I see no reason to leave." he said evenly. "You may try and cut me down, but you won't." He took a step back and slowly began to circle around Kazuhiko. "You just said you don't with to fight in front of all these people, and then threaten to attack." he said as he shuffled around the other man. "A rather simple bluff, and ineffective one at that."
"The fact you're using such a tactic is evidence you know I'm not normal opponent." The young man came to a stop standing in front of the other man once again. "I can feel your energy." It wasn't hard for him to detect the other man's spiritual pressure being so close to him. He hadn't missed the glowing aura from the other man's eyes either. He didn't want to fight, but was ready to fight. "You weren't so reluctant to show your skills against that man." The other man reasoned his gaze still impassive and uncaring. "When faced with a greater opponent you suddenly balk. Most confusing."
He didn't seem to be mocking Kazuhiko his manner seemed stiff and unemotional. "Perhaps you aren't the one I seek, but you are someone of interest." With those words his leg came up into a roundhouse kick at Kazuhiko's face.

Some blocks away

Traffic had slowed the car progress. The young man sat in the back seat sighing heavily.
"Are we there yet?" he asked like a little kid on a family outing. It was supposed to be a short trip to the school, but things were taking longer than expected.
"I'm sorry, sir." The driver said back without looking. "School is out so the buses and cars a cluttering the road." The man in the back sighed again. They had tried to avoid the main roads, but only to be met by traffic of other people doing the same.

Kaz didn't move as the man shuffled around him, his eyes followed him as his field of view allowed. He listened not to the mans words but his footsteps, he was shutting the world out, his whole being focusing on this one opponent. This man was dangerous, he stalked around kaz as if kaz was prey. Kaz laughed, despite his anger at the other mans arrogance when he stepped back into Kaz's view. The kick came as no surprise to Kaz, he knew in his gut this man had every intention of attacking him. His own reaction, however, did. In a blur of motion his left hand shot out and caught the mans kick at the ankle. Pain entered his mind as an after thought, he was too focused to care about his nearly healed hand and arm, injured in his last confrontation. But the thought faded, as did the pain, a split second later. "That's where your wrong!" the words were out before he even thought them, his voice low, and cold as steel. As the words left his mouth, his right first swung around in a blur, the blade hidden under his sleeve bursting to life. The blade itself was a mere six inches long, but for some reason even kaz didn't understand, it was honed sharper, more focused then he had ever seen it. His target, the mans kicking knee.

The opponent was surprised that Kazuhiko managed to block the kick. It wasn't the fact that he had professed his desire not to fight. The reason for his surprise was that he was able to stop it at all. He had purposely put just enough power into the strike that would have killed anyone of low skill. From the display the young man had given he had gauged his power to be of similar level. Why else would he so casually use his abilities against weaker people and balk at his challenge? It would seem he was right, there was more to the man than meets the eye. Touching the man directly he could feel the power within him. There wasn't any denying there was power, but how much? He found this out rather quickly as the other man made his counter attack. It was then he saw the flash of light from the right hand and acted. When one's leg is captured there are many methods to free it. At this time he did the most simple; he attacked. Using his captured leg as support he kicked straight up with his other leg aiming at Kazukio's face. If it hit wasn't the point, it was the force itself he required. With both legs off the ground he gave his body a twist and jerked forward. He planned to use the momentum of the kick caused him to rise higher. The sudden twist should release him from the man's one handed grip. If not it would force Kazuhiko to support the other man's full weight with one hand. It would awkward indeed for the young man to turn his arm completely backwards while trying to swing the blue blade at the same time.

He released his grip, and back flipping out of the way. His blade vanished when his hands touched the ground. And when is feet hit the ground after the flip his hands raised in a boxing stance. His hood had fallen off his head, and he fought his own power to keep it from showing to those around him. He reached out to his right, grabbing the onlooking teenager that stood there. He spun and pulled the other student so their faces were inches apart. "You want to use your phone?" he said calmly, but then his voice raised. "Then use it to get him some help!" he commanded, and pushed the him back to where he stood. The student sat stunned for a moment, until Kaz shot him a cold and commanding look. As the student ran and dialed for help, Kaz resumed his stance. He stared at his opponent, his eyes studying him, calculating his odds of winning. "Look," he said to his attacker "Why are you doing this? I told you before, if you want to fight me, and I mean Really fight me. Then lets take this someplace we can really let loose." He said, motioning with his hand. Kaz knew he had to get this guy away from these innocent by standards.

"That's it, I'm getting out here." The man in the white suit in the back said after minutes of waiting. The traffic was unbearable.By all accounts he could get there faster by running than driving at this point. Midday traffic was something no one expected yet everyone experienced. It would seem that Karakura was no exception even for a city it's size.
"Sir_" the driver said, but it was already too late. The man had already opened the door and stepped out into the street. The sunlight nearly blinded him as he looked skyward. He took a moment to stare a the congested road. "Sir, please get back into the car, we can't have going out like that."
"Shut, up." he said firmly and the man's mouth closed. "Which way is the school?" he asked the man with the computer. The man pointed up the road. With a nod the man in the white suit adjusted his tie. Once done he tucked his hands into his pockets and jumped. He landed on the top of a green car. The impact was so light the car didn't even shake. He was gone before the man in the vehicle behind him could think of yelling about it. The white suited man was leaping from car to car down the street. In merely seven jumps he had left his escorts behind.
"What are you doing still sitting there?" the drive asked looking at the man with the computer. "Go after him! If anything happens to him we're dead." The other man put the laptop away and stepped out of the car. He took a couple steps away from the car then stopped. He turned around and shut the door the other man had left open, and then his own. The next second he was running down the sidewalk.

Back at the school

"You couldn't handle me if I let loose."The young man stomped his foot hard into the pavement. His should and foot broke the stone with ease. In one smooth motion he kicked forward multiple times. In doing so the pieces of rock where launched at Kazuhiko. A shower of rocks the size of watermelons were heading at the young man and those around him. The crowd was wowed and then screamed as the rocks came tumbling down. One boy too close caught a stone across the forehead and fell to the ground clutching his bleeding temple. A girl got hit in the stomach making her double over in pain. People started to run trying to get out of the way of the hail of stones that the attacker was launching.

His eyes narrowed when the man stomped the ground. And when he shattered the rock, they burned with furious blue flames. Along with his eyes, glowing blue lines that wove a pattern appeared on his skin. Kaz glanced around him, three rocks, two innocents moving into action as he thought. He flashed to his left first, vanishing and reappearing next to the boy standing there, giving him a shove with one hand, he knocked the boy off balance enough to knock him to the ground. In the same motion, he continued his spin and brought his foot around. The rock shattered upon impact, but before the shower of pebbles even hit the ground Kaz vanished again. He reappeared next to the girl who had been to his right, and in a furious spin, he round house kicked the first stone, rocketing it into the side of an empty parked car. The girl was so startled by his appearance that she stumbled backwards and fell. As the third rock headed toward him, angry blue flames formed around his left hand. He punched the rock straight on. the force of the impact sent out a small shock wave, but stopped the stone dead. It hung there still contacting his fist in the air for a moment, before shattering into dust. As the dust cleared, the only sounds were that of the cars alarm. What stood there among the debris, caused the boy he had saved to run in fear. Dark blue energy engulfed his body. His eyes burned with the same energy so intense that no feature of them could be seen. He glanced down to the girl, "Run" he said to her, the calm in his voice was both a comfort, and disturbing. "I don't care where you go, just get the HELL OUT OF HERE." He said more sternly to her when she hesitated. She scrambled to her feet and ran like the devil himself was chasing her. With that he looked back to his opponent, reached up and pulled his hood back over his head. "I warned you..." he said softly, and reached under his sleeve, freeing the sword hilt that he had hidden there. He tossed the hilt from his left to his right hand, then spun it a few times. "I gave you a chance to run... I offered you a chance to fight elsewhere." he said, gripping the sword hilt tightly. "But you had to go and pick a fight with me." He said pausing for a moment. A blue blade of spiritual energy formed from the hilt, a blade the full length of a katana. His eyes locked onto his opponent, his appearance was down right frightening. "But you had to go and provoke my demon. But thats not the worst part. The worst part is you had to hurt these innocent kids." He said, motioning with his sword. "And for that.." he continued, vanishing as he finished, only to reappear behind the man, his sword low but already in motion to cut the man in half, from hip to shoulder. "YOU'LL DIE!!"

"Finally he shows some backbone." the young man said to himself as Kazuhiko moved about defending the onlookers from the shower of rocks. "He know Shukuchi at least." he commented as the man jumped in front of the projectiles. He gave a low whistle as the boy's spiritual power flared up around him. The burst of blue reiryoku radiated from the student's body. "Now that's more like it." he grinned as he adjusted the hat on his head. Fore a moment he considered attacking more of the thinning crowd of students. It would seem that in hurting them he had gotten Kazuhiko to fight more seriously. Perhaps killing one would get him to use all his power. His mission was to find the heir, and if this was all he was capable of he was wasting his time. Of course he wasn't told to engage Kazuhiko like this. Sure it was crude, but it was an effective method. The boy now drew his weapon from his sleeve, and the young man in the hat readied himself as the blue sword flared to life.

He stood there waiting for the other man to charge him, only to see him vanish. It that split second he felt the sudden appearance of spiritual pressure behind him. He vanished just as blade made it's arc. His hat flopped upon the ground in front of Kazuhiko. The man appeared standing a few feet from his previous position facing his attacker.
"Not bad." he said as he ran his finger through his hair. The white locks covered his face almost as well as the hat he was worn."Not bad at all. Let's see what else you got. " He opened his hands as if to show he held no weapon, as he got into a battle stance. His fist closed and all over his right arm purple veins seemed to pulsate. His shoulder started to quiver and then his forearm started to swell up. It seemed like a balloon the way it bubbled and expanded. In the seconds that passed the rest of his arm shifted as well. His shirt ripped as the muscles on his right limb grew to twice the size of his body.

It was surreal to see the man's average looking body then seeing the right arm being huge and muscular. He flexed the altered limb and grinned. It was longer than his original arm. The muscles tightened as he slammed his hand to the ground. When the hand rose it was holding onto something. It was a manhole cover from the ground. With one hand he had grabbed it and pulled it from it's fitting. With ease he tossed the heavy chunk of metal as if handling a frisbee. Then he tossed it at Kazuhiko's head. Right after tossing it he vanished. He appeared just inches behind the flying disc the large fist aiming to smash Kazuhiko.

The blade sang through the empty air, not finding its intended target. He stare coldly up at the man when he re-appeared a few feet away. He held his blade ready for his opponents counter attack. He was silent to the man, his eyes analyzing every movement he was making. Kaz did not know what this man wanted, or whether this man was even sane. And as much as he hated to do it, he was going to have to hurt this man. There was no doubt in his mind that he could kill this man if he wanted. His opponent was strong, but his own abilities made Kaz versatile. An advantage he planed to exploit. His eyes drift from the man, to the immediate areas behind his opponent, calculating distances and possible collateral damage. When the mans arm began to grow, Kaz shifted his attention back to his opponent, raising an eyebrow. "What the..."

His mind raced, as he tried to calculate his opponents strength increase. As the man lifted his arm into the air, his eyes darted to the ground, then back to the man. A smug grin appeared on his face, and he lowered his blade. He moved the blade behind him, appearing to others as if he was sheathing it. When he did this the blade, and the lines on his body glowed even brighter than before. Kaz could feel his power feeding on the spiritual energy around, absorbing it at an alarming rate, and he focused it all into the blade of his sword. The more power he pumped into the blade, the brighter it became. I won't have time before he gets here, I'll need to dodge.. he thought, the smug grin still on his face. His eyes stayed locked on his opponent, not allowing himself to be distracted by the object hurtling towards him. He bent at the knees, diverting some of his power to his feet. A split second before it would have hit his head, Kaz vanished, re-appearing on top of the a parked car to the right of where he was previously. Expecting his opponent to attack, he focused more power to his feet then he did with the last Shukuchi, and vanished a second time, collapsing the roof of the car where he just stood.

The manhole cover missed the fleet footed Kazuhiko and crashed into the wall of the building behind him. The force in which it hit the stone was enough rip a hole right through it. People inside the building had no warning as the projectile broke through and into the room. Several of the students were manged as it plowed them over. The lucky ones were torn in half by the rest were bowled over. Bones were crushed as the stone and metal assaulted them. Blood was sprayed from the ripped torso. A young man's skull was crushed, effectively decapitating him. Desks were knocked over and the students. Bruised and broken their wounds would prove fatal if left untreated. The only proof that some had survived were the groans of pain. None of this was know to the man as he reorientated himself after missing both of his attacks. The only thing he saw was the windows of the building cracking from the impact through the wall. He grinned as Kazuhiko appeared on top of a car.

"I thought you were going to get serious." he mocked flexing his monstrous arm once again. "If you're just going to run around, I'll find someone else to play with." His large hand grabbed a fear frozen girl that lay on the ground trembling. She let out a whimper as the fingers locked around her head. He easily lifted her off the ground. This seemed to snap her back to reality. She began to scream and grabbed at the man's wrist trying to free herself. Her feet kicked futilely only hitting the air..
"Let me go!" she wailed "Please!" her nails broke off as they tried to dig into the man's skin. Still she kept trying to get the hand off her.
"Ok." He said with a smile and pulled back his arm and tossed the girl into the air. She rose like a rocket into the sky screaming all the way. She easily cleared the height of the school building and kept going. It wasn't until many feet later that she stopped and started to fall.

Kaz watched on from his perch on top of the fence around the high schools roof, and the man picked up the girl. He reappeared there after his last Shukuchi, needing to gain distance to continue charging his attack. He hated how long it took, and felt like something was holding him back. When his opponents arm pulled back, the blade returned to its normal glow. I have to time this perfect.. He thought, his eyes and mind calculating out what he would need to do. Kaz transferred all the power that he had gathered, and redirecting it to his left hand. The girl was in the air, eye level with Kaz when he vanished. He reappeared above the man, his left arm extended and his hand an inch away from the mans face, his palm glowing white. Kaz released the energy he had been storing into the enemy below him in a blast that would not only destroy the pavement for nearly a dozen feet in all directions, but would destroy anything below it for nearly a hundred feet. He used the blast as a spring board, using Shukuchi at the moment the shock wave pushed him upwards. He vanished rocketing up to the girl, reappearing behind her as she began to fall. Kaz grabbed the girl with one arm, his sword in the other. He looked at her and said, alittle to calm, "Hang on." She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. He focused energy to project himself, head first on a trajectory that would run along the side wall of the schools main building. As they flew through the air, the girl in his arm screamed frantically. It wasn't Shukuchi, but he didn't want to run the risk of hurting the girl. As they approached the building he spun his sword in his hand, and the blade shrank to that of a short sword, or a machete. An instant before impact he stabbed the sword into the wall, using it to slow his decent. Sparks showered out around them as their velocity slowed, and where the blade cut through the wall it left a trail of molten metal, brick, and glass. Students still lingering in the classrooms they past screams and ran. The came to a stop just above a window on the second floor. "Hang on tight." He told the girl, as he swung his legs back. When his legs swung back forwards he pulled the sword from the wall, and its blade vanished instantly. He scooped the girls legs up and a second later they burst into the class room in a shower of glass, to the shock of a couple who had snuck away for a private moment. They slide to a stop near the inner wall of the class room, and kaz set the girl gently down on the ground. He shot a quick look to the male teenager, and said "Take her, and your girl, and get the fuck outa here." Not waiting for a reply, the blade to his sword burst back to life, resuming its katana form. He walked back to the window to see if his opponent was still moving, and heard the sounds of the others scrambling out out the room.

The students' exit was cut off as the wall exploded inwards. It was if a wrecking ball had stuck from the other side. Bricks flew in every direction peppering the fleeing group of youths. The fell like wheat before the scythe as the man appeared through the newly made hole. The remainder of his clothes were in tatters and hung off his body. His right arm was discolored along the back. Burnt from where he had touched the blast of energy. But he didn't seem to be in too much pain as he held a large chunk of stone in his hand and crushed it with ease. He smiled broadly at the Kazuhiko. Wordlessly he shook his head and clicked his tongue.
"Did you really think that would be enough? Not bad, but not enough." he scoffed. He took another step into the wrecked room. As he did so the one students on the ground groaned. The man stopped walking and bent down to pull a partially trapped boy from the rubble. "I could kill you, but the boss wants to see you." The young man he pulled free coughed violently and twitched. A section of his hair was dyed crimson from being struck on the head. "If you come with me, I'll let them live."
He smiled wickedly. "The longer this goes on the more people will hurt. You don't want that do you?" His regular arm latched onto the student's neck. It wasn't hard to see the hand starting to squeeze. "No, you seem to want to protect them. How noble." The student started to gag as he was being deprived of oxygen. He started to pull at the hand that choked him.

The sound of the wall exploding, he spun in place, his sword ready for another attack. He stared in disbelief at the sight before him. His opponent stood before him, barely hurt. He knew he could not continue to fight this man, not here at least. He needed to lure the man away. When the man grabbed the student, Kaz took several steps forward, but stopped shortly after. He didn't want anyone else to die, He knew what he had to do. Kaz laughed, despite the situation. "What are you," he said, looking at the man as if he were weak. "A coward? All that power and you can't even fight me head on. Whats the matter, your parents didn't love you enough?" He knew he was making a dangerous gamble, but if he could lure this man out into the open, he might have a better chance. "All that power and all you do is attack those without it. I have power, and I do everything in my power to keep these people safe. While you.." He said letting out a sigh of disapproval, "Your just weak. Oh don't get me wrong, you may be able to destroy everyone here, myself included. But then, so can I. But, thats what makes me stronger then you, better then you. I am willing to protect those who can't protect themselves. When this is all over, these people will remember how I tried to help them, protect them from the Monster that you are. To me, your worse then a Hollow." After he spoke the blade to his sword, the glow in his eyes, and the glowing lines on his body vanished. He stood there with his arms open. Even though the man was taller than him, Kaz still seemed to look down at him. Letting out a sigh, Kaz turned his back on the man, and walked to the broken window. "You want to take me to your boss? Fine, let them go."he said letting out a sigh, replacing his blade in its holster hidden up his right sleeve." I'll be on the street where this started." With that he vanished, reappearing a split second later where he stood when this fight started.

The man started to laugh as Kazhiko spoke his piece. By the time he finished thre were tears in his eyes. The man in his hand continued to gag and struggle for air.
"Ah, the brave hero's lament." The man grinned. "I'm a coward because I won't fight like you want me to. I'm weak because I won't look for little Bobby. Been so long since I've heard that self-gratifying talk." With a flick of his wrist the man's neck made a loud cracking noise. The head student's head was jerked sharply to the right. His struggling stopped. "Ooops" he said as he released his hold on the young man's throat. The body fell to the ground like a puppet with no strings. There were markings on his neck where the man had snapped it like a twig. "Not my fault you feel guilty for their deaths. It just means despite all your posturing, you can't protect shit." His arm shrank to normal as Kazhiko left the trashed room. The man looked at the slightly toasted limb and shrugged. "If you run away I'll kill one person for every second you're gone. Remember that." With that he stepped out of the room as well.

At the school's front gate

The man in the white suit arrived at what was supposed to be the school, but looked like a battlefield. He had seen the people screaming moving in the opposite direction as he approached. In the distance he thought there was the sound of sirens. The cars on the road had all but stopped. If there was an emergency somewhere, there was little hope of them reaching it in a timely fashion. He landed gently on the sidewalk as a group of three girls came running out. The injured girl in the middle being supported by her friends. Silently the man watched their tear stained faces as they fled. As he entered he noted the broken buildings. One of which had a large gash down it's side. Something definitely had happened here. He adjusted his tie as more students moved past him. Just as he was about stop someone and ask what was going on when Kazuhiko suddenly appeared in the middle of the carnage.
"Oh." he said genuinely impressed. The next moment the attacker showed up. Without pause the man in the suit moved toward the two men. He tucked his hands back into his pockets. "Hello there." he said sweetly. "Fancy meeting your here Shiyan." The other man froze in his tracks.
"G." he said his eyes locked on the nicely dressed man.
"The cameras didn't do you justice, I thought it was just some random thug." G said as he came to a stop. "You need to learn how to hold back." a piece of rock fell from the hole made in the wall.
"You're to late, he's coming with me. Be a good lap dog and leave." Shiyan said, the man called G only smiled.
"Calling me a dog makes me want to bite you." G responded. He stood there his suit rippling in the light breeze. Shiyan's arm swelled and grew back to it's previous large size. "Are you going to jump little froggy?"

He stood in the courtyard of the school waiting for his would be opponent, his eyes closed, but his other 'sense' was locked on the mutated man, and his hostage. In his mind he could see their vastly different auras, and in his mind he shuddered when the young mans aura vanished in an instant. It was not a shudder of fear, or of sadness that went through him though. He had always been taught to use his powers to protect those with out such gifts. But as he fought and watching his opponent, and how he was hell bent on killing off those with out power, the more angry Kaz got. His mind worked fast, recalling everything from the fight. But, when that boys aura was snuffed out, Kaz realized there was little he could do against this man.

His opponent was at the edge of the now ruined building when the other aura appeared a short distance away from them. Kazuhiko's eyes shot open and locked on the man in the suit, watching the newcomers every move. He was calculated, little was wasted in his movements. Kaz watched then man as he let the girls pass, mentally noting the look on his face. When his opponent appeared a few feet away from him, kaz didn't move. His eyes drifted over to the fleeing girls. He recognized the middle one, she was in his class. Pain, anger, sorrow, rage, sadness all formed a swirling mix of emotions that sent emotional pain through his body. "This is my fault..." he mumbled near silently.

The pain he was feeling spread throughout his body, and took his entire focus. His vision blurred, all sound became a distant static. Outwardly, nothing seemed to happen, his expression was emotionless as his gaze turned slowly, stopping on each of the students fleeing the area. Inwardly though, was a different story, his heart and mind were a raging torrent, a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts and emotions so scrambled, that he could only stare at those trying to escape the carnage. His own spiritual power mirrored this, spiraling downward uncontrolled. The two men's banter was nothing more then background noise to Kaz. He walked over to the body of the young man who tried to pick a fight with him earlier. He stared down at the motionless body, no emotion on his face. He unzipped his hoddie and draped it over the head and body of the now dead senior. "I'm sorry..." He muttered. His mind was focused now, he knew what he had to do. He turned slowly and started to walk back over to his opponent, his power flaring around him, and a pair of clawed gauntlets and greaves made of solidified spiritual energy formed around his hands and feet. He grinned, and charged the man.

"First a dog, now I'm a frog." G snickered his hand still in his pockets as the other man's body grew larger. "You really need to make up your mind." The man in the suit said shaking his head slightly. Shiyan's lip curled back in anger. He wasn't too happy with the well dressed man. The very sight of him made his blood boil. He hated the man because he feared him. For a man like Shiyan something you fear is to be despised. Rather than overcome that fear and become stronger the rage masked it. Bottled up the fear and fed fire to the man. While that fire did make him feel stronger there was still that nagging doubt lingering that prevented him from going forward with his threat of violence. And that made him even madder. Doubt, fear, and anger. All three swirled within the man. A vicious cycle. Shiyan showed only his displeasure despite the maelstrom of emotions he felt.

"It doesn't matter what I call you, it's just that you're beneath me." the man snarled his muscular arm pulsating as he glared at the new comer. His hand clenched tightly. The already bulging veins more visible as he made a fist. To his surprise it wasn't G that advanced upon him it was Kazhiko. He was slightly happy to see the whelp decide to attack once again. Did he think things would be different now? "Don't think you have a chance now that this damage monkey his here. I can handle you both." Even as he said this he noticed the difference in the young man's spiritual energy. It felt different than it had during their previous exchange. Although he did say he could handle both, he was worried that G might take the opportunity to attack. Kazhiko alone wouldn't be a problem, but he was more than enough to provide the suit wearing man opening to attack. Shiyan looked at the still burnt skin on his right arm. That blast had some kick to be sure. The white haired man snorted and extended his middle and index finger on his right hand. He held the two fingers stiff and moved forward.

"Hey you know why a hammer needs a nail, right G?" Shiyan called out said as the gap between the two men narrowed. "When I'm done with this punk, you're next!" he said as massive arm came closer. G was puzzled at first, but quickly understood the implication. A hammer was blunt and could crush or break with a wide surface. But a with a nail one could pierce. A nail focused a hammer's strength into a small point allowing it to do more than it normally could. Something as simple as using a finger rather than a fist and Shiyan could pierce a target with ease. His finger being the nail and his massive arm being the hammer. G moved. He vanished only to reappear in front Kazhiko and facing Shiyan. Shock came over Shiyan's face, but he didn't slow his charge. G smiled and his right arm flickered. The other man suddenly grunted and tripped forward. Shiyan's hand sunk into the ground like a knife into wet clay. The pavement shattered under the man's strength.