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Bleach: The Silent Legacy

Would it bother the higher ups if I decided to make a push for Captain of Squad 9? Or would it be too early in the game?

The Spirits Within

Im just waiting for someone else to post

Bleach: The Silent Legacy

Well I didn't know we were collabing *insert sad face* well Yorudans first post is up. Maybe in the next few post would someone like to collab with me?

Bleach: The Silent Legacy

The sun's warmth beamed down on his face as Yorudan meditated in the garden that he made upon his arrival into the Squad 9 barracks. While he sat and pondered the universe at large he could feel the energy of the cosmos flow through him and everything around him. The silent songs of the trees and rocks around him resounded in a glorious symphony he could slowly feel his own Reiryoku begin to meld into world at large as he could feel himself begin to decypher the grander mysteries of heaven and earth, when the one thing he had hoped would not happen, happened.

"Lieutenant Rosu! Are you out here?!"

The voice of the unseated fresh out of the academy seemed to resonated throughout his entire being as the once loud and harmonious music of nature abruptly faded back into silence. As Yorudan once again regained 'consciousness' he turned and gave the new recruit a glare that would turn normal men into stone, and judging from the horrified expression that the new Shinigami was now displaying, Yorudan assumed that the look just so happened to have had the desired effect. The breeze blew through Yorudan's long flowing beard as he stood up begrudgingly dusting off his hakama and tieing his Gi back into the accepted manner.

"Yes, what is it that you need recruit?"

The stuttering and bumbling of the recruit only served to irritate Yorudan further as the towering hulk of a Buddhist came to stand in front of the terrified recruit, his Gi could barely contain the bulk of his muscles as his eyes narrowed in on the quaking individual in front of him, causing the three vertical dots on his forehead to wrinkle up in frustration. The new recruit finally gathered enough of his wits in order to convey the message he had been sent to deliver,

"The...uh...Hakuda Tournament will be....uh starting soon and...uh...the other...uh...other squad members were going over to compete and we wanted to know if you wanted to come with us?"

Yorudan searched the recruits eyes for a moment to see if he would falter from what he had said. If Rosu was being honest with himself, he rather enjoyed his size and stature along with the fact that he was a lieutenant gave him enough clout to mess with the minds of the lower seated officers of his squad. He had gotten over being interrupted minutes ago and now was fighting the urge to burst out in laughter, finally giving into the urge and belted out a loud belly laugh and grabbed the young Shinigami by the shoulder to reassure him.

"Don't worry young one, you have done well. Go and gather the others that wish to attend and I will join you as soon as I am able."

Yorudan left the stunned Shinigami in his wake as he made his way out of the barracks and into the street that ran in front of them. The hustle and bustle of the every day people going about their daily lives brought a smile to his face as he watched children play in a grassy area just up the road, pretending to fight Hollows in an epic struggles with their zampaktous made of wooden rods. Although the walk to the Squad 7 barracks was not a long walk, it was enough to re-energize his mind and soul. As he arrived at the barracks of Squad 7, Yorudan was just in time to watch his squad mates step up to sign into the tourney.

Once the group had subsided he saw the face of Squad 7's lieutenant in a furrow as per the norm that he could tell. Yorudan couldn't dwell too much on it though, she was in charge of organizing this entire event and was having to deal with some of the unruly members of the Gotei 13. In a calm and casual manner Yorudan approached the obviously stressed shinigami and greeted her in a similar voice.

"Good day to you, Lieutenant Kita. Would there perhaps be any room left for the Hakuda tourney?"

Bleach: The Silent Legacy

sorry double post!!

Bleach: The Silent Legacy

o.O......Are we already discussing a beef within the Goeti 13????

I love it XD

Bleach: The Silent Legacy

see there in lies the issue, Yorudan would lock him in Bakudo then use Ikkotsu on his face XD

Edit: not to kill you see...just to seriously hurt and maim xp

Bleach: The Silent Legacy

damn...now I wish I had picked squad 11 and been the captain lol

Bleach: The Silent Legacy

Maybe thats why he left his order was to fight everything lol

The Spirits Within

BATTLE IN NORTON CITY
PT. 2: BOSS FIGHT

The blow the amphibian like creature had given Aaron had really sent him for a loop, it had taken longer than he had anticipated to stand back up from the monsterous blow. His vision had become blurry from hitting his head so hard on the submerged concrete but he got to witness his friends charging the horrendous monster in full and as he finally got his wits about him Aaron followed suit, both blades poised to unleash another maelstrom of fury. Aaron was too late to see the events that were already in place as the creature unleashed a thick fog of billowing spirits out among the group of friends, Aaron inhaling a massive lung full of the caustic smog.

Aaron quickly dashed away as quickly a he could trying to avoid another strike from the behemoth in his current state of breathlessness. The sensation of this hacking reminded him of the first time smoking cigarettes, only this smoke didn't seem to leave. It started as a whisper at first, almost as if someone was standing from across the room and tried to whisper to him. A sudden feeling of dread fell over him as the whisper grew louder and louder culminating into a hystarical laughter that felt as if someone was screaming in his ear. A cold bony hand reached out and grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it hard sending a sharp pain all the way through his body.

"Aaron, Aaron, Aaron...you just don't get it do you. You will never be able to kill the Xenomorphs, that Nautilus troops...hell you can't even get near me. You are worthless and you will only get your friends killed."

Aaron began visibly shaking, now enveloped in complete fear and sadness, he knew that deep down in the pit of his soul that the phantom was right. He was and will never be strong enough to do anything to save his friends and now they were all going to die in a literal shit-hole in the middle of a dying city that could not defend itself and had to call children to war. The feeling of despair began to subside as an odd sense of anger began to rise within him, why had they felt the need to send children to war while the seasoned soldiers stayed at home.

"It wont matter how angry you get Aaron, you will never be able to save them, you are too weak and there is nothing you will ever do that can save them."

Finally having enough of hearing the annoying phantom shriek at him Aaron turned and faced him eye to eye, feeling his hot and nauseating breath blowing across his face and screamed back at him with furious intent,

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU IMAGINARY SON OF A BITCHHHH!!!!"

It was at that moment that the sound of Olivia's voice found its way into Aaron's ear, even in distress it held melodious properties to him. As he turned and faced the sound's origin Aaron took stock in the world around him, Liv and Maggie were pinned by the creature as the others were still reeling from the effect of the caustic fumes emmitted by the foul beast. Without a second thought Aaron charged underneath the enormous creature and slashed at the forearms that was holding Liv and Maggie against the wall until the creature stumbled away. Once the creature was sufficiently from his friends Aaron unleashed his furious wind up and into the underside of the beasts throat. As the wound began to pour the foul black substance over him an odd feeling washed over him, like something that he had experienced before but he couldn't place. The smell of the blood that now covered him invigorated him, his senses became clearer, endorphin's rushed through his body giving a sense of overwhelming satisfaction. Slowly, as if there was a part of him was trying to fight it, a smile emerged from his lips that stretched into a wide grin of pure pleasure. Anyone who saw would not see the kind and gentle Aaron, but a darker more villainous creature. Something far more terrifying than anything that could be seen or heard in the war above their heads.

With a new sense of blood-lust overloading his senses, Aaron once again charged out from under the creature with a brilliant display of acrobatics until he was positioned above his last cut on the top of the creature. Aaron began to rotate in the air, the gleam of his swords flashing marvelously in the slight sunlight that was exposed through the grates above the group in their opponent, and as he approached the creature and the wind began to gather around his blades and subsequently around the spinning ball of death that Aaron had become a loud and curious sound came from Aaron, something that would haunt him and his friends he was sure till the day they die. Laughter; pure, unadulterated, laughter. The kind of laughter that can only come from pure blood-lust and enjoyment of the kill. As his blades made contact with the creatures neck, that was when Aaron unleashed the full, unbridled fury that was the wind surrounding his blades. The wound was deep but survivable but at that moment, Aaron didn't care. He wanted this battle to last forever in a glorious fight to the death between him and this creature. As he landed on the ground it wasn't long before he was off again charging and slashing at every conceivable place he could find on the creature, a trail from the blood that covered him began to follow him almost to the point that it looked like a single dark line which was being continuously drawn around the creature as he went, the bloodthirsty laughter following it as it went.