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Accoмpanιed By: Ai, Clay, Samui
Locaтιon: Hidden Training Grounds, Fourth Division
Mood: Piqued; Passionate
Tнoυgнтѕ: "Fine, then."
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There was a certain portion of humanity that proved an irritant, above all other aspects: opinion. To those that had not yet created a balance between their intuition and matter-of-fact knowledge, personal beliefs proved to either be far too plentiful or not enough present. To those that displayed the former of the two, a certain annoyance was made evident to, seemingly, anyone that was to cross their path, potentially, as if their egotism and indifference was a force that, quite literally, emanated from their person. Such a thing was not out of the range of possibility, with intensity of hormonal output being a variable, however it was not nearly as articulate. The only honestly evident fact was that these individuals were consistent in the amount of chagrin placed unto others. On the other hand, the [seldom] few that understood only precise truth became sticklers, incapable of providing any worthwhile conversation. While they were home to excessively amassed groupings of information and knowledge, their lack of capability to forme personal thoughts, in regards to them, made them no different than a dictionary: unable to express anything further than that which is accredited as proven officially true. Quite surely, though, it was also opinion that proved to be the most versatile prompt of intelligence that could be possessed by an individual, occasionally being the only reason that a supposed "truth" is to be identified, in the first place. A manual balance had to be located by a wielder of knowledge to create an excessively tolerable person, and even then, with only moderate amount of personal belief and intensively accumulated comprehension, one could easily intrigue others, to the point that they are capable of condoning their presence. A logician could not be overly logical, while an idealist could not be overly idealistic; one must come to create a mixture of the two that made themselves into an individual that others enjoyed or was fascinated by. That was, if interaction was of their immediate interest. Without the central desire to be of camaraderie significance, in the eyes of others, a person can, very simply, be whoever it is that they please themselves to be, with ignorant bliss toward the opinions of others. While, potentially, not liked by separate individuals, it was people with these mindsets that could, very wholly, not care.

Clay's words, while having not affected Sagishi's logical viewpoints, were nothing more than dissatisfying, in the mind of the Sword. As a Shibusa, it was true that, in the end, every word that the male spoke was the truth, however he, unlike most of his family members, utilised only factual information, as opposed to solely laced delusions. Nature spoke verity in that people live to die; that was inevitable, and while individuals may conjure imaginary reasons to continue to sustain themselves, quite generally, any entity is born to fade out of existence, at one point or another. Taking his wisdom to place contemplation unto his conversational partner, the Englishman spoke: "Tell me, then, if I am 'wrong', as you say, what, precisely, is the accredited criteria used to determine what information is 'correct' and what is 'incorrect'?" To say such a thing automatically proved Clay's words as false, in that they were entirely opinionated, however that was the purpose of the Sword's logic. He highly doubted that the westerner would succumb to his intelligence, however the words were left to be taken as they were. In the end, as the Shinigami had said, a person may find justification to remain alive through the means of their own emotion caused by unctontrolled knowledge, however, that mattered not in the eyes of Sagishi. His demeanour had always been dispassionate toward others, save for very select few, and his trust extremely wary. He'd not yet considered what would occur during the death of his comrade, Rin, however, chances were that he would be moderately untouched by it. Having experienced the passing of numerous others- at a young age, specifically-, the detail became one that hardly held any meaning. He values what camaraderie relationships forme, involving himself, though considers them something more of an "in-the-moment" scenario. Upon her death, he would likely remain the same person, merely without her presence. As per usual, the Sword would continue to be a loner, not striving to make friends [as seen unnecessary], being one of the primary causes of his mopey disposition, alongside the unique thoughts that occur within his mind. Then again, though rarely, to date, there were times when the Englishman found remarkably sparkling passion in the midst of adventure [that was, by his definition]. He possessed a certain youthful flair that overtook him during occasions when actually in a state of entertainment, and perhaps, that was something that he longed for. Contemplating the matter, he, once again, addressed the other present male. "However," was how he began, deliberately pacing his words in nonexistent contemplation. "if you believe so strongly in your views, prove to me that others are earnestly worth my limited time." Sagishi possessed an aptitude for showmanship when given reason enough, and it proved evident that "mental stimulus" was his interpretation of an excitable escapade.
A bit of a playful smirk then appeared on the face of the Englishman. Having already let the matter of his taking the life of Sasuke pass the conversation by, he was now more focused on seeing if Clay could earnestly provide justification for the words that he dealt. The Sword understood that the only reason for others to exist was so that he, himself, could continue to perfect his knowledge of people, and, then, to learn if such an intelligent person existed, that would potentially be worth his time- by this, he simply meant, an individual more intellectual than himself. While investigation and observation were some of the more intuitive manners to go about doing so, any combat that he partook in, inevitably, became a battle of wits. Taking into consideration his previous encounter with Tanka, now reclaiming his title as the Clan Head of the Shibusa Noble House- granted, unofficially-, it could prove to be an assistance- entertaining, even- to partake in a confrontation, or spar, as they call it. He'd taken note of the fact, upon arrival, that Clay's Zanpakutō was present, it was clear that he'd been partaking in training, only moments before the current times. Through means of understanding the lingering Reiatsu in the air and the westerner's visibly being unkempt [more so than their previous encounter], Sagishi was capable of easily deducting such a fact. Surely, he wouldn't mind dealing more in the exercise that he'd only just been working. The Sword was, actually, somewhat intrigued by what performance would be made. Removing his weight from his seldom used staff-of-a-Zanpakutō, the Sword, in an acrobatically quick gesture, twirled the weapon diagonally above his person, to the left of his head, prior to returning his grip upon its straight figure. Using this as a gesture toward the male, he spoke, "Well, what have you?" At that, the pole was then manoeuvred between the immediate space distancing the arm and torso, in a formal display of challenge- one often used by a master as an assistance for the angle at which a bow should be. Very simply, Sagishi was interested in a spar, and perhaps, it would be the honour of Clay to be his first opponent in few hundred years of not once wielding the weapon. He was not prepared for the Shinigami's decline, as it was extremely likely that he would not make such a remark, after the purposeful provocation emitted by the inquirer. This flair, to begin with, was seldom seen, and perhaps unusual, enough, for the request to be accepted, without second thought.

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Mᴏᴏᴅ: .... / Tнємє: Best of Me/ Nσвℓє Mєdιc

Accoмpanιed By: Ai, Clay, Samui
Locaтιon: Hidden Training Grounds, Fourth Division
Mood: Calculative; Piqued
Tнoυgнтѕ: "Tallyho."
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Of course, as per usual, violence proved to be the most humane solution possible for any given situation. Granted, the lot of surrounding persons were not portions of mankind, nor had any of them once been, though that was beyond the fact. Ai and Sagishi had both, evidently, been born into, respectively, the Seireitei and Rukongai, as a result of their renowned surnames, the Haruko and Shibusa. However, through means of observation of demeanour, it was unlikely that Clay or Samui had possessed a life previous to their current, either, though it remained plausible, nonetheless. Even amongst those that had survived multitudinous occasions of wartime, combat only became increasingly more evident as the only potential fix for any difficulty, as an opinion must exist for one person's own to be opposed. In the end, the detail remained true, even for the Shinigami that were supposedly above and more knowledgeable than humankind. Whether it be in a sparring environment or that of killing intent still possessed the very same underlying reason for the course of action to occur, in the first place.

To the Sword, it seemed excessively preemptive for his opponent to activate a Shikai release immediately, without any forme of hesitation in his person, though he duly noted the fact, as one logically should. It was information that could prove to be the most useful action that the male could have made, on the behalf of Sagishi. Pondering the detail, he simply deducted that Clay relied heavily on his Zanpakutō for combative purpose, lest the majority of chances were that he wouldn't have evolved it at such an early stage. It was seldom, if ever, that a Shinigami would utilise anything more than Kidō and their sealed weapon during the initial phases of confrontation, which made the event curious, to say the least. This either meant that the westerner was simply not as adept as it was that he portrayed himself to be or his skill in the arts involving Reiatsu were, very simply, lacking. If it were true, as he said, that he was an "old war vet"- words that certainly caught the attention of the listener, despite physical reaction-, then it was most likely the latter option, as the former would have made it intriguing that he survived, in the first place. However, without the ability to fluently cast Kidō, if at all, a member of the Gotei Thirteen was home to a major weakness, in the scenario that their Zanpakutō did not mend the deficiency. Nonetheless, his ramblings and stature did appear him to be truthful, however, such an individual as an equivocator did exist, and Sagishi was not to put that past any sole person. His every action would require observance, though that was instinctive. Keeping the thought within his immediate mind, he left it in a space that would allow him to recall it quickly, if the need arose. The Englishman would ensure that no stratagems would precede his knowledge. However, that was a subject matter for another time; his primary focus was the Zanpakutō, itself. As its embryonic state was that of a gun-blade, with the subsequent being, wholly, a rifle of a firearm, it should have required little intuition to understand that the Shikai focused on ranged attack, though, it was still entirely possible that it had some potential when in close quarters. The prospect would be understood and left at that. This was, in the end, the only information that the Sword required.
Taking into consideration of the fact that Ai and Samui were still present, Sagishi, with his guttural and subdued voice that displayed a calculative mindset, spoke. "You had best be on your way," this was not the male being egotistical of his own capabilities as a Shinigami, however, it was a justified caution. Nonetheless, it also was not denoting his prowess, as, well learned, any character should not be over nor underestimated in their ability, for that, inevitably, precedes failure. At that, he allowed himself to relieve another quiet breath of air from his person. Considering that there existed no individual within the Fourth Division to witness his releasing the sealed forme of his Zanpakutō, there was not a sole being present to pay much actual heed toward his words. With the disposition that he'd so commonly had, however, perhaps the pair would duly note the suggestion- or, rather, instruction- that he'd provided them with. That would be the more intelligible action. As a result of the nature of his Zanpakutō's Shikai release, any persons not desiring to partake in the spar are required to not be within the fifteen metre radius of his Reiryoku, lest they be snared into the combat by the rule of his whim.
Taking that moment, then, the male began walking more toward the direction of his combatant, Clay. He found it beyond unnecessary, the space that he was creating; it almost seemed as if he were making an attempt to waste his opponent's time, though the Shinigami knew hardly anything of the Englishman beyond his name. Upon continuing to become nearer his westerner, he listened to what the sir- or, to what the man- had had to say, as, he'd nothing better to do while closing the clearly undesired distance between them. Still, despite the situation, it was true that extraneous effort proved to be an annoyance, as, exactly as defined, it was wholly expendable. Notwithstanding the detail, Sagishi retained a pace that was, to say the least, slow. Although in no immediate rush, he neither intended on providing the satisfaction that Clay had looked for, as it was, merely, not of the male's nature. Upon approaching closer, though still some way apart, he began speaking, in reply to the statement- moreover, a harangue. "Illogical responses provide only illogical conclusions." with nothing more to say, he meant nothing more than the fact that the argument was without purpose. Observing, as his opponent prepared the projection of his firearm, making aim toward his target, Sagishi determined it best that he, simply, not provide the male any visible prey. With the utterance of a simple word, "Kyokkō," the entirety of his body would, in a fading appearance, exit the plane of perceptibility. From there, he would simply await the response of Clay, utilising the opportunity to further identify and scout the functionality of the mindset belonging to the Shinigami.

Clay saw Sagishi vanish before him, even though he didn't know how to use kido, he knew well enough almost all of the kido's out there. He knew making a direct hit would be very unlikely now that he couldn't clearly see his target, but he knew he hadn't moved. Noticing that the ground was brick he couldn't clearly see where he was standing. He noticed they were standing about 30 feet apart form one another.

In a split second decision after Sagishi vanished, Clay pointed his gun about half way between them and spoke in a soft tone "Bull's eye". After an earsplitting crack erupted from his gun and a slug flew out at mach 1. The slug rammed itself into the ground at an angle that sent forth a massive cone of energy out from its impact and sent out a massive storm of brick shrapnel.

After the shot was fired, the world stood still for Clay for a moment. At first he was confused as to why, but he felt a familiar hand rest on his shoulder.

"Well partner, looks like we got another tough opponent, one good with kido"
as a black cloaked old cowbow stood behind Clay

"That we have...I've been devising a way to counter that weakness, but if we were to try using it with out training...the results wont be as effective...do you trust me partner?" Unwavering Justice spoke to Clay

"Heh... I never stopped trusting you" they both smiled

"Be ready, this fight is stacked more in his favor..." and with that Unwavering Justice vanished and the world took motion again.

Clay was hoping that this new ability would help even the odds in a fight against someone who excelled at kido, but he knew that his foe was two ranks higher then him, but even if he was bound to lose, he was going down fighting. He took a brace position, if Sagishi was going to strike while cloaked he wanted to at least move fast enough to get him when he struck.

Accoмpanιed By: Ai, Clay, Samui
Locaтιon: Hidden Training Grounds, Fourth Division
Mood: Calculative; Piqued
Tнoυgнтѕ: "Interesting."
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Opinions and viewpoints existed within reality in a condensed space left seemingly untouched by, yet continuously making contact with, any and all matter surrounding them. This was how Sagishi viewed the concepts of individuals, those many insignificant idealistic preponderances that the vast majority created upon a mere whim; it was a cumbersome prospect, to his own methodology. In contrast to antimatter and matter, these bits of speech and thoughts reside in a realm that is not located between the two [whereas dark matter might], but overlapping them in a sense of utter entirety, yet invisible, nonetheless. The light granted by words was one of whom possessed the capability of defying such factual knowledge as the truth while also doing precisely the same towards falsities and yet granting both a mutual agreement that left a supposedly resounding quietness. This would only ever cause and be accompanied by, however, an omnipresent dispute held swiftly between reality and imagination. Without fact, fiction falls into an emptiness that is entirely unclassified by any means as there exists no means for it to be classified by in a world that knows only truths and falsities; it continues to defy the bindings of life by both existing and being fabled within the only known reality. This was the confusion and endlessly unravelling paradoxes caused by the supposed simplicity of opinion.
Both bending and straightening fact as well as its counterpart, viewpoints are perceived and returned in a constant manner that could continue for as long as a person's imagination is active enough to overcome their sense of intelligence. This was a basic motor function of the mind: intellect being ever-constantly improved by creativity and vice versa; the brain being an object that needs only itself to accomplish larger feats. Truly being the pinnacle of the humankind, it was also its largest fault- in honesty, it proved no different than opinions in the sense that it contradicts reality in the most infinite of manners. These were the details that caused mankind to possess the capabilities both of destroying and loving. While one might balance another out, shifts are only inevitable to occur, and this was merely to come to be known as advancement. Humans, as well as any creature, could position themselves as both good and evil without any difficulty- this was simply the true transcendence of nature that was bestowed upon those who dwell in it. There was, however, no existing criteria that existed to label one as either of these.
Opinions reached levels of two, wherein the first and most preferable be that any and all parties agree, despite perhaps their words not being truthful- this was a piece of viewpoints that made them unique in that they do not necessarily have to be correct or incorrect and could be both evenly at the same point in time. In the stage of mutual understanding there comes to be no apparent fault; it is only within the second evolution that causes disruption in even the most astute of persons. This is the event that occurs when two- and only two- equal parties hold different opinions, which subsequently leaves either side in argument. Any conversation that is to be entitled this way is no longer a discussion for as long as assault is being pinned. It only lies within human nature to realise that a third party must be required in any conversation of opposing forces for it to be considered a discussion. However, this is not- and never could be- the only variable.

Sagishi observed as the westerner released a quick slug of his rifle, one of a rather impressive speed [that, if not excelling in the art of Shunpō, he might not have been capable of perceiving] at that, at an unusually low angle, making it clear that the intention was not to strike his target with the bullet, however to overturn shrapnel from the ground, for varying justification. This tactic may have either been of sheer lack of sense or a strategy to both deduct a standpoint and, potentially, injure the invisible aggressor, each being equally possible, though some more logical than others. As a war veteran, the latter would not be improbable, in the slightest, proving that its information was of the most actual genre. If his opponent were cunning, enough, it would have been clear that portions of the unearthed brick revealed the Sword's location, however his own intellect provided that he could, potentially, succeed in the inevitable game of wits to come- this was, simply, the design of his stature, in the end. In reaction to the spewed brick that were splayed across the air by Clay's bullet, the male merely took a deliberately loud sidestep in the opposite direction, purposefully allowing several fragments of the flung material to rebound off of his person, though not to a degree that meant that he would be harmed, his several coats sustaining any [unlikely] damage. After ensuring the fact that his whereabouts were understood, he allowed himself a brief pause, only adding to the fact that his partner would be capable of deducing his perception. Considering all of the immediate actions possible, the Englishman contemplated against the prospect of making unnecessary haste- a trait that carried throughout the entirety of his person-, making the conclusion that he would test the only capabilities significant of his now-plaything: the mind. His challenge would soon arrive, in multitudinous phases and types, and if the westerner were to succeed, they would continue on in their formalities, with him permitting the witness of a more truly upheld prowess. Having become the Third Seat Sword amongst the ranks of the Fourth Squadron of the Gotei Thirteen through means of utilising nothing tangible beyond Kidō in his endeavours, it would be a difficulty to surpass further need of weaponry, for any individual.
Still, retaining the very same position without making any movement, the [arguable] sir uttered the words "Gokaisō Kiri", the name of a Sogaidō that he'd previously displayed in the Division's own library, while in a more drunken state of mind. Upon the mere speaking of the title, a certain presence would fill the void of space that encompassed the battlefield, or rather, the game board. The entirety of the room, with a more-than-murky smog, became brimming, allowing little availability for proper visualisation, if any. Thus began the first obstacle: versatility. Making positive the fact that his opponent would be utterly incapacitated, in terms of eyesight, Sagishi would proceed to force him to rely on all other senses, those less frequently used. In that same moment, he would also observe the conciseness of Clay's other bestowed prowess. Sidestepping from the location that he'd intended for his opponent to believe him to be, the Sword began moving, then, toward where the bullet had struck, only to succeed past it, ensuring silence, by means of utilising his own Reiryoku to allow his person to hover freely. Once more, he would await a response from the westerner, with means of either challenging him further or taking the opportunity to force the man to succumb to a preemptive defeat.