The Wolf and the Mask, Who shall win?

Tadashii sighs, Walking through the real world. He managed to sneak off, He doesn't feel like doing any of his duties today. Mikazuki treads loyally beside him, Although she's really not all that loyal...He sighs once more. Adauchi says something about you should not shirk your duties, But tadashii shuts her up before she can finish. He pulls a bottle of sake out of his robes and takes a large swill of it, But even alchohol does not help his boredom.

A pale young boy had been wandering through the world of the living, a place he had accepted as his home. The dark haired Vizard’s, search for entertainment quickly came to an end as Kenta quickly picked up a distant yet powerful, Reiatsu that fill the air that the humans needed to survive, the pressure was not similar, to any of Kenta’s people. Kenta’s dark hair fluttered in the air as he sighed and slipped into a quick Shunpo towards the source of power, Kenta would justify this careless act as simple investigation.

In a series of flickers, Kenta appeared a few meters away from a man, who held a large keg of alcohol and had a wolf following as if it was a pet. The Vizard cocked his head ever so slightly at the man, as if to ask if his sense were messed and the figure was not the source of the immense pressure flooded the air for many miles. Without a word Kenta stepped forward into a Shunpo towards the man’s back as he was simply ignoring him. In truth Kenta used his simple step as a way of triggering a reaction.

((Can we pretend i ish a captain?))

Tadashii feels the man coming before he ever gets there, And so does mikazuki, Her ears flattening on her head.

He takes a large swig of the alchohol as he eyes the man, And then swivels on one foot as the man appears behind him, Wiping his mouth with his wrist. His Haori swirls in the air, And the wolf growls gently as she steps backwards slowly.

Do you want a sip of alcohol? Or is your thirst for something else, Good sir?

He is clearly quite sober as he shushes the wolf, Not liking her growls. They are much to aggressive, And while this encounter may end in violence, He would not want to taint the meeting with violence from the start.

(why pretend?)


Kent tilted his head as the man spun around, he seemed sober, enough. With a gentle flick of his wrist, Kenta reached down towards his waist, as if he was reaching for a sword. In truth the Vizards Zanpakuto was strapped around his back and hidden by his blue sports jacket. Kanta smiled as his golden eyes gleamed in the sun, the whole image had somewhat of a threatening look to it, well minus the nineteen year old boy. With his hand still on his waist, giving the illusion of a sword, Kenta neared the man, who seemed to be a shinigami.

As he neared the man, the vizard tensed at slow nearly unnoticeable pace, his eye’s remained locked on the man’s face, he had a rough look to him, unlike Kenta who had a slick, complete air about him. “I’m sorry but I don’t drink.” Kenta sighed in a relaxed tone, his wasn’t a complete lie as he only drank on special occasions, one such occasion was utter boredom, which happened a lot. Okay, it was a complete lie, but it wasn’t like the man would have any knowledge of that. Kenta held a relaxed expression on his face, as he went to scratch his, and while doing so reassured him self by griping the hilt of his blade for a brief moment. The blacked Haired Vizard glance towards the wolf, before he refocused on the man, and waited for a response, best case scenario his man was another rogue shinigami, but that didn’t seem very likely at this moment.

Kenta shrugged at the comment, perhaps the Shingami was more perceptive than he anticipated. With another step forward, Kenta unleashed another great sigh that erupted form his lower body. “Talis, former 13th division,” Kenta had decided against telling the name he was currently called by as it had some bad reputations in the captains, so he had chosen to tell him a name, that he used as a second division 3rd seat and that he was referred to by a couple Vizards.

Kenta cocked his head “and you captain?” He had figured it out awhile ago, as not many people had that much Reiatsu to spare, so it had become very evident rather quickly. Kenta’ black haired was tossed by a light wind as neared even closer, and prepared for battle as hew as technically a rouge, a dangerous one at that. “you didn’t conceal your Reiatsu very, well…Sake can do that to you.” Kenta knew this from an experience that he would rather not bring up, but he couldn’t help thinking about it as he waited for a reaction from the captain.

Kenta smirked as the man threatened him, it seemed to be very hollow and Kenta was still in the mood to play, with the man. Instead of drawing his sword Kenta simply entered a fighting position designed for hand, combat, Kenta had trained in a similar art, as his time as a member of the second division, Kenta simply waited for the man to come with the first blow.

(I was rushed)

Kenta, sighed as the man entered a hand to hand combat position. The captain really intended to Kill, Kenta, which surprised the Vizard, greatly not only loyal but also stupid. Boy how well Yaouchi had trained his dogs from day one, only if Kenta had done that to him. With a gentle sigh the black hair Vizard stepped forward, for a second it seemed as if the boy had phased through time, as he quickly became very close to the man and his wolf.

With a relaxed leisurely gesture, Kenta punched towards the man, the motions were foolish, but enough to make the man break his kido stance, if he was to stop them. “Maybe, I should tell you the truth..” Kenta sighed deeply as he took a much more powerful direct swing towards the mans face, his dark hair was moving as fast as his fist as he moved about the terrain around the man. “My name that you would know me by is Kenta, Former 13th division captain.” If the man had any sense of history he would know the battle between him and his former lieutenant, the new C.C. But with the mans current attitude it may just turn out to be nothing more than the type of sake in the hidden, flask.

Tadashii steps back slightly, Dodging the first fist easily, And he reaches out with the hand pretending to be scratching his nose as Kenta launches another fist, Grabbing at the fist. His hand darts out of his robes, Two fingers pointing straight at Kenta, His Usually silver reiatsu turning bright blue.

I guessed as much. Byakurai!

The Kidou, Usually weak, Is much more powerful as it bursts forth from the captains hand, Not only is it being used by a captain, But he's putting much more reiatsu into it, Making a much large lightning bolt, Heading straight for Kenta's chest at close range, Nearly undodgeable

((Sorry it's shit)

The Vizard’s hand was grabbed at a quick speed by the captain, as the kido lighted up the borders of Kenta’s face it was obvious that Kenta had a complete plan, as the light smile on his face did not change. A dark shadow materialized over Kenta’s face, for a mere fraction of a second, and then it shattered. This time was more than enough for Kenta to absorb the Kido based Lightning using his mask ability, how he enjoyed that ability to a great extent. With the lightning gone, Kenta had seemed to have no more uses for his mask, so he simply removed, oh how his hollow spirit would loathe him for that.

The boys right arm was still in the grasp of the shinigami, with a brief sigh. Kenta pushed his foot straight up towards the Shinigami’s face. The kick had a large amount of reiatsu emended in it, this would increase it’s range and increase it’s power. Whether the kick hit it’s target or not did not matter, as it had propelled Kenta backwards way form his opponent.

(Sorry, I'm brain dead.)

Tadashii merely steps backwards to avoid the hit. Losing his grasp on the boys arm does not matter, He has other ways of fighting then grappling. With a shunpo he is behind the boy, His hands laced into one another, Forming a "Hammer" as they're affectionatly called by so many people. They're however not up in the air, But to the side. He swings both his arms with all his force, Aiming for the boys side, Realizing that this is a much more likely hit than an attack from above.

((Same here.))

The attack flew towards Kenta, who in quick reaction pulled his long Katana out from under his coat. The metal clanked against the heavy force pounding down towards his side, the Vizard slid backwards at a surprising speed. The Vizard step forward, he had felt a small amount of the force, but he had used his speed that was even irregular for a Shimigami, but well that was Kenta’s talent. His black hair gleaned as the Vizard spun his sword around in a fancy fashion, Kenta was waiting for the other man to draw his sword as it looked like this battle would go in rounds.

(VERY very brain Dead.)

As the man assumed his battle position, Kenta simply sighed, his was going to be a long drawn out day, oh well at least he wasn’t bored. Not yet, at least. A slicing noise spread through the air, as Kenta loosed him self up, it had been a while since the Vizard had used his sword in a serious fight, which made this all the more fun. The blade gleam in the heavy sunlight as it was place directly in front of Kenta’s face, separating the right and left half nearly perfectly.

Dropping his right hand of the blade, Kenta disappeared into a shunpo. A whizzing noise sounded around, the shinigami as Kenta reappeared, his blade followed him into a one-handed slash towards his enemy’s, right side. The Vizard had place his right hand on his back, as if to remove it from battle, but also to brace for impact.

Tadashii steps backwards, Twisting his body lightly as he does, Bringing his blade down slightly and blocking the blow just above the hilt. he then presses on, Curving his blade around kenta's, Keeping kenta's blade on his hilt, As he pivots his blade to slice into kenta. It won't be a strong attack, But it will be an attack none the less.

((BRAIN DEAD))