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[h2]Komori Sweets Shop - Testing Grounds[/h2]
[h3]Sunday - Mid-Morning[/h3][/center]

Well this wasn't at all what he had expected. 

Actually, no, he should have expected it. Ouga telling them all to go all out, to attack him like they wanted them to [i]kill[/i] him was all very, very on brand for the man. Medallion in one hand, the burrito that Darius had made him in the other, Mitsuaki just gave a heavy sigh. 

Suppose the food could be saved for later, when he actually felt his stomach growling with hunger. For now the burrito was set aside along with his bag, as the anxiety of the night before weighed on his mind, even as he pressed the soul separator to his chest. 

Pain was immediate to blossom through his arm, thankfully wrapped up the night before. Not entirely sure what Ouga had even thrown on him, he wanted to make doubly sure he wasn't about to lose his arm or anything by not treating it. Stretching it out, his face twisted up, but he couldn't let any of the other's see him falter. He had to be strong!

They all had to be strong..

Unsheathing his zanpakuto, Mitsuaki didn't cry out as he ran. Both hands on the hilt, the grip of his injured hand was looser than it should have been as he launched himself towards Ouga. With Darius' barrier, Tony and Bakuto attacking head on, and that new girls Kido, Mitsuaki decided to go for an opening around the side.

Trying to use everything as going on as a distraction, he feinted quickly to the left, trying to time a well deserved strike at Ouga's side.