hiddenjudges00: on-trial demons

From the shadows one of the Onmitsukidō's deadliest (for a small window of time), returned to his old home, his former stomping grounds. The place where he'd cut his teeth as a shinigami. The weight on his shoulders was nothing. His surroundings harkened back to a time when he wasn't quite strong enough to carry someone's body over his shoulder for extended periods of time.

My oh my had he grown.

With the grace and restraint his stealth force training and century of experience had afforded his he tossed the body down at the Zhi's feet, the man's mask missing. Shi'Kuyo feigned sympathy for the man. "Oh no. Not only was he spotted and captured, he let his quarry see his face. What is that... one hundred days in a snake pit?" He began to limber himself now that the excess weight was gone.

"I'm hoping to eventually capture every Keigun member I find on my grounds." He locked eyes with the Uneitai Commander. "If they're all busy being punished for getting caught, they'll have no one left to send." His tone was even if not stand-offish. "Haven't found any Keiratai yet though, so good work on that."

He had great respect for Zhi but no love or unyielding loyalty. Zhi had been the man to recognize Shi'Kuyo's faults as an unseated Keigun assassin and shortly after becoming Uneitai-Gundanchou he suggested the young shinigami apply to Kanritai where his 'weak-stomach' for killing wouldn't hinder his mental stability, all while remaining a useful weapon of the stealth force.

"I don't like being stalked Mubiao-sama. So what are we going to do about this?" The only one he flat out disliked was him. But he wasn't here right now, so there was no need to lash out.

He groaned. He didn't expect them to need anything. They moved faster than he remembered. Not one to refuse Zhi's instinct which one hundred and fifty years ago got him a cushy job as a worm working in the maggot's den, he accepted that cup of tea. "Half a year... that's excessive." He listened as Zhi went on.

"Manipulation." He smiled and leaned back. "Use whatever deceptions you can to create a chink in the armor of your opponent. Twist them however you need to, to accomplish whatever you need to." He took a sip. "I'm more likely to agree to what you ask over any of them." By even acknowledging this conversation he was willingly being manipulated. "I'm listening."

"Please don't lecture me about kidō Uneitai-Gundanchou. I've learned a lot things since I left this place. 'Forbidden' is a warning label the central forty-six applied to spells they deemed to bestow too much power upon the user."

"They cause no damage to the user, the atmosphere, the planes stability or other adverse effects unless specifically designed to do so." He cleared his throat and the stealth force commander continued, saving the threat of Mugen for last. "Mugen.. huh. Well how else would you stop someone like me?" The thought of spending most of the rest of his existence in the darkness of that place made him think twice. Though thinking twice was something he did naturally. "That is a prison of a decision."

He didn't back down. "Since 'throwing me in the deepest darkest hole this world has' is on the table. I don't see a reason to hold back in my counter-offer. 'The Kidōshū Sōshi, who is to lead the soul society's kidō specialists will decide who learns forbidden kidō'." He said the word with such distaste. "If you can make that happen I will set up a means for the onmitsukidō to collaborate with Aibuhime. The first of many potential joint ventures between our two organizations."

"Not exactly the type to warm to new faces that girl. She just a got a big promotion she's probably having a heart attack this very moment from the stress and disbelief. Poor girl might go catatonic if her dear commander goes missing right after finally acknowledging her." The onmitsukidō had eyes and ears everywhere. He knew this as he'd personally served as such. His first forty years in the stealth force had been in the Keiratai as a faux-member of the Sanbantai. He was just distorting what he was sure Zhi already knew. "The central forty-six would lock me away and wait until the espada kill the last of their captains then let me loose and give me hours to try and stop them if not teach others the spells."

He gave Mùbiāo a look. One his mentor probably couldn't remember given how many young men and women the old bull he had breakdown over the decades in order to rebuild. The face was one Shi' only used when he was about to be punished for straying from the rules yet refusing to back down. Sometimes things worked out, sometimes they didn't. "It would be in the best interest of soul society if we skip all that and let me make the decision on who learns the taboo stuff."