bound sealed delivered ∅ a noble defense

The way Itada spoke was so prim and mechanical. For Shi'Kuyo particularly it was even off putting. He supposed he didn't know Itada as well as alluded to knowing him. Being taken in by the Seiryū for several months left him grateful to the lot of them and maybe he was being over familiar. He was pretty sure Itada himself hadn't been the house head back then some one-hundred and something years ago. Still, his gratitude hadn't been properly expressed then, so he opted to do it now.

However, Itada's resistance to Shi'Kuyo's process... ^{"I implore you not to speak down to me as if I’m an inferior, Shi’kuyo-san."} was starting to get under his skin. He said 'I implore you' which was the closet anyone was probably going to get to a 'please' from any Seiryū let alone their head. This almost-please was taken into consideration and used to decide which way he might respond to the Captain's request.

In one hand he could simply lightly insult his temporary 'student'. Respectfully, reminding him that in the prowess of the demon arts compared to even the recently seated Tokomaru he in fact was inferior. Likely he would exchange insults and take his leave, using his status as Taichō to access the knowledge on his own time at his own accord. A splinter between the houses that would likely form a rift in time. The rare opportunity to remind Itada that someone was better than him at something, anything, wasn't worth it. He went with the option in his other hand.

"I didn't know you spent most of your life in pursuit of kidō knowledge and progression. My mistake." He sighed a deep sigh one of relief he was glad to be done pandering. "We've wasted so much time already, lets turn up the volume on these proceedings." His movements were no longer exaggerated and deliberate becoming instead precise and efficient. He even stopped screaming the names of his spells. "Sekienton." Another on the hit list for Itada the Tokomaru placed hands to the ground and before he lifted a dense red smoke submerged him for a couple decameters out. Shunpo gave him a distance to several dozen meters out and his reiatsu was suppressed to 'non-existant'. "Tsuriboshi."

Running away from the Seiryū he used the smoke to conceal his whereabouts, eventually jumping into the air shifting all the kinetic energy and inertia to his feet he crammed into a blue net caught upon trees outlining the open grass space before being launched across the field muttering jibberish the whole way. "Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō." Upon emerging from the red smoke he gave only one hint "As many and as fast as you can!" now ten (10) meters away from his noble counterpart he had already adjusted his body from flying head first to flying forward while 'standing', his arm outstretched, the other helping to brace it.

Another thunder cannon this one would do far more than roar. The mark of an official kidō master his pride and what ego he did have, was in this blast. If it blew up in Itada's face that would be good. If Itada somehow managed to finally get Danku right... REALLY right and the thunder cannon only blew up in Shi'Kuyo's face, that would be even better.

The purple beam formed first as a thin and bright vertical line in front his fist that suddenly crackled, splintered and ruptured. Widening it expanded to his very height and smokey black shadow of energy moved in flow with his arm's trajectory. Forming a circle with a diameter his height the circle lit white and flashed. In it's wake a beam, penetrating and volatile in both in both brightness and destructive power. It lashed out at Itada, ready to ignite.