DECEIVED [FEAT. TAKEHIRO]

”Fortune Favors the Bold"

The very thought as enough to make the faintest of a smirk appear, though like misdirection he chose the moment when the cackle of the bold leader took to the snowy skies and let children of nature know his joy. He was quite satisfied and to the killer whom was solely responsible for bringing justice to a bearer of imbalance, praise did wonders. He had already heard of the evil that the target had wished to spread, and knew what it meant for him to remain living, though it wasn’t as if his life was completely erased… now someone on earth would have to deal with his unruly spirit. 

The ability to simply re-write or remove someone from existence was something that the Ichibantai Lieutenant envied, Quincy and Spiritually aware humans, they had this way of not handling the soul, while Shinigami unless harbor or risk their own existence to create a want/need to remove a soul completely are unable too. The sickening thought didn’t show upon his face, but rather the glazing of his purple hues, that also reflected each flake of snow. 

”Lady Hinaai…”

Like a stone being dropped upon another, sparking a flame which burned the fields… Take suddenly remembered the decisions that were recently made. The Captain Commander would be in need of a Lieutenant, and he was one of the few chosen… merely doing so on a whim, as his father another Jukan wished it for him. Even though he declared many times he’d never leave the Onmitsukido he performed to the best of his abilities, for not only himself but those whom he worked with in the shadows. 

”I have not introduced myself yet. Currently I have been told to observe her. Meanwhile I continue to take missions, some chasing down graduates whom suddenly feel overwhelmed. I assume I will begin losing missions and forced to spend more time with the lady, or be forced to commit dirty trades for the elders.”

Clearly he spoke, as if nothing bothered him. He carried no bias as if being neutral or standing from the sidelines looking in, though it was about himself and the actions he’d have to take. Like a hound of hell he turned his gaze upon the direction in which the leader sat, ”If there is someone in our way, in the way of Soul Society progressing… tell me who I must cut down...aniki” 

A bold request, but to one who was skilled enough to find even a trace of emotion, there would be conviction…resolve in his tone.