[indent]Ibuki was easily capable of throwing the weight of the pack leader he held by the throat. Strength was not something he lacked nor something he would hold back from using in a situation like this. When the wave of malice poured over and into the rest of the pack, it only enraged and empowered Ibuki even further. Unlike the others, he fed off this energy the same way the pack did. Fists that were thrown at him were either dodged or taken with little more than a bulge. He caught arms and snapped their bones before throwing the weight of these grunts around. Ibuki was not completely ignorant of those fighting with him, either. He launched those whom he caught like projectiles, knocking a few memberss away from Hitachi and even placed himself close by Mizuki; part of him feared this girl would get overwhelmed if left to herself. Although bruised and beaten, Ibuki was in far better shape than the majority of his current companions.[/indent]

Although it seemed like an impossible task, the group was winning. As the fight went on, the sheer physical strength of three - especially Hitashi and Mizuki - seemed to grow and in a large enough quantity that they most likely noticed. The bleeding bruises and deep gashed left by the thugs quickly lessened in pain and even lightened in hue as the fight went on. It may not have made sense, but the longer they fought these few, the easier it was. More and more of these punks went down, dead or alive, broken and bloody, and it only made it easier on the empowered youths. By the time the fray had thinned, the leader Ibuki had by the throat was gone. There were only a handful left; not even enough to surround the trio. Now, facing their targets head on, the atmosphere had changed. Whatever the group was left wondering beforehand was most likely multiplied twice over.

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"A tantei-duo is truly impressive. Their spiritual presence nearly tripled at its highest here."

"I know. His bruises are already healing and that kick should have broke two ribs. Neither have any training; it's all natural."

"How much more powerful will it be when it's a trio, Ishumara-sama?"

"The legend is that their reiki will multiply tenfold. If this is a duo, a complete circuit might make that legend true."

"If Koenma has these runts trained by the grandmasters..."

"We can't assault the Reikai so quickly. They still have dozens of detectives and if they knew I was alive, my death would be their greatest priority."

"Would they risk the balance for you?"

"Lord Enma did last time. Watch closely, though. Jyaki knows he can't win. That kid fed off his power and the one that ran could have purified him like Hellfire..."

"...are you saying they were brought here, too?"

"Biki, Koenma has done this for hundreds of years. I am sure those two will be Hands. He knows he's being watched, too. That's why he's keeping the third hidden."

"What are we to do?"

"It won't be long. Tell Shibimura and the others to be ready. When these kids die, we will raid the vault."

"But what of the trio?"

"I am the only one of us that can traverse the Ningenkai, and I cannot risk being caught yet. We will wait..."

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The thugs left standing began to run. Their leader was gone out of sight and those that seemed unconscious, dead or even just had broken, bleeding limbs rose ominously to run with them. Like a pack of beaten dogs failing to kill a few lions, these animals fled and fled fast. Their ability to rise and seeming act in unison without any noticeable form of communication seemed inhuman, but to the battered group it was most likely ignored. What these kids were left with was each other, and Paul Ito whom had ran off on his own. It was apparent now that each one felt stronger and more energized in the presence of the others in a fashion similar to working a long shift on caffeine and not noticing its effects until it the shift had ended. The same energy detracted from the pain and bruises that should have left blood boils seemed only to be light. In this singular moment, the reality that this was unreal was sinking it. 

[i]But, it was over.[/i] Mochi returned to her post beside Mizuki, but this time she wasn't the only individual that could see him ― they all could.

[center][b]"If you don' know me, I'm Kurohana Ibuki,"[/b] he said as he introduced himself and adjusted his rustled tie.
 [b]"How'd you piss them off?"[/b][/center]