godbreaker01: kinghunt [OPEN]

GODBREAKER01

THE WICKED SURFACE

With the calamity that befell the Human World, the Seireitei was sanctioned to follow austere and militant protocols. The divisions that were responsible for First Responses had already made haste towards the battlefields in the opposing dimension. The 4^th kept to their medical capability and aided where their services were needed. Every cell of this operational military aimed to direct its circulation to the route that would produce optimal results. The Nanabantai—tasked with safeguarding Noble and Economic bodies—did well to keep up with their work. Their commanding officer, however, was elsewhere. 

Once empty, the space just directly before the frontal gate was occupied with a lone body as a single Shunpo ushered in his appearance. Bright crimson relaxed beneath sallow white as Itada’s Captain’s Haori danced in the mild winds. Zanpakutō hoisted on his left hip, windswept bangs of raven dimly covered the seriousness in his stoic, hawk gaze.  

“Your kind is prohibited from walking along this plain.” The Taichō articulated in a mature voice, folded arms over his chest plate as his posture was one designed from centuries of harsh disciplines. Impassiveness did well to cloud his over-analytical optics that perused the canvas before him; two bodies, and one he knew from years past. Nabil—the man who was able to fight on par with the Seiryū during the last huge invasion—the general of the Hollow forces that once escaped. Fortunate had smiled on the Captain this day. 

He did not sigh and his facial realm hadn’t faltered; as stern as stone, Itada remained poised in the presence of two superpowers before commenting. “Whatever business you have here, I suggest you leave now or else I will be forced to end you both.” His words, while aggressive, were accepted through protocol for the brown-haired General, under expressed orders from the Sōtaichō and central 46, was to be slain on sight. Even simply warning him was pushing the limits of conversation.  

"I'd oblige you to attempt such a feature of folly," was what Ezelrik might have let loose at Itada, though he practice silence in interest at the arrival of the other two; more specifically, the one he was more unfamiliar with. Kariya had been one to cross paths with him fairly recently, but the third Captain possessed a feature that ears short of keen would fail to notice - it was a familiarity. Ezel might have been compelled to bring forth such accusation at that exact moment, and he had deep suspicion that this voice belonged to the hooded figure before, but a dying curiosity demanded him to keep his tongue kept.

Nabill, albeit being locked in combat just moments before their arrival, was ready to draw swords once again. It was rare to see him abide by such laws, but the Godking had pressured such discipline on them, and it did not only force Ezelrik to act with composure, but the aged warrior as well. For now they would follow order.

"We wish nothing more than to find a solution to this situation, and possibly receive reparation for such actions; be it through material deliverance or even retribution through punishment." he spoke, the blonde's tone clearly favoring the latter of the two options.

In which--" Kariya flicked his hand into the air, and a colored butterfly flew off, heading its way towards "I have just called for.

The speed of the Sōtaichō was something to be regarded with the utmost awe and envy. Withing a few moments of his last words, thanks to her incredible Shunpo, she arrived with a soft thump between in front of the three Shinigami Taichō that had shown up before her. Her eyes were tired, but she refused to let the Arrancar see how much there presence bothered her. The fact that they had come into the Soul Society unannounced was enough cause for alarm. But nearly instigating a fight between the Taichō and themselves? Such actions were intolerable, especially after how hard she had tried to keep the peace.

"Why are you here, Espada? State your business."

In truth, Itada had agreed with every notion presented by Kariya; it was logical, quantifiable and within the realm of protecting the Soul Society from all possible threats. Regardless of their mission on this day, past interactions had blunted any trust between the Seiryū and the Espada, especially Nabil himself. In this moment, a single thought remained inert and unwavering within the Captain’s mind—the badgering infectious thought of running the end of Seken Chōdairyū through his spinal cavity. Years building the promise he had made now foaming from the mouth, all it would take was the slightest of gestures, the most fleeting of indications of aggression. Nonetheless, this was a time of peace, and protocol had to be followed.  

That was when Hinaai-sama and Ryūsuke arrived, only occupying more unwanted space in this pseudo meeting. From here, Itada’s commentary wasn’t needed, only his blade when warranted. Regardless of the power these two Espada held, defeating the Seiryū was but a mere dream, let alone another very capable Taichō in Kariya and the brute force of the Sōtaichō herself. Any action other than conversation would be bred from suicidal tendencies.