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"I'll keep you updated on the Society, my dear friend- Though that appears to be all I can do for the time being." Touma said to Rednal, speaking to his old friend's turned back. His grin faded, he turned the opposite direction from the otehr two shinigami, heading instead toward the nearest clash of Spiritual pressures in the area. 'Twould seem that fate had placed him on earth for a reason more than to see off a rival.
Might be all I can do to simply watch, though...But, hey. I'll know what I'll have to do by the time I get there. the Ex-captain thought, raven hair fluttering about in the night air. Laying a hand on his blade, his image flickered from existence as he took on the form of Shunpo. Just a few steps, and he was gone completely from the realm of the dead.

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Vizard Imperator

Atsuma Yagashi

When the hollow appeared in the town he'd be greeted by a stranger passing by the graveyard. It was no surprise that this hollow would be looking for bloodshed nonetheless. It's body, it's design, it's eyes, and everything to do with it's structure told him that this hollow's intentions were to devour any passing by souls. Atsuma let out a small sigh. He had never taken a keen liking to slaying hollows as shinigami did, but as the Imperator leader of the vizards, he felt that the place in which headquarters resided for the moment needed a little cleansing. "You must be lost little guy. You're far off from home as is. Let me guess. You got tired of chewing on bones back in Hueco Mundo so you decided something a little softer like human flesh would suffice. Let me add a little seasoning to the mix. Maybe some cold steel to bite into might to the trick." The man let off his reiatsu in small streams however it was strong enough to keep the hollow from running and escaping. Had he even rose it further, the hollow wouldn't even be able to move an inch. Atsuma stood about 9 or 10 feet away from the hollow. "Well then little guy. I guess I won't finish you off so I'll let you take a crack at me first. Wouldn't wanna see you die without getting a glimpse at what those sharp claws of yours can do." He said placing his zanpaktou over his shoulder as he cocked a sideways glance.

Vizard Imperator

Atsuma Yagashi

As the hollow retreated back into the blackness, Atsuma's reiatsu calmed and his zanpaktou stayed cocked over his right shoulder. He let out a small unsatisfied sigh in response to the hollow leaving him with nothing to play with. "Perhaps we can play another time little hollow. I look forward to continuing our little game of hide and seek. Maybe it will be you that does the seeking while I hide. Who knows." He said cracking his neck and turning back towards the exit of the cemetery gates. "Things are sure looking beautiful aren't we." He said randomly as his figure left the cemetery.

A slight figure stepped into the cemetary. He was dressed in black and red, and his spiky purple hair hung somewhat in front of his face. Because of what Kintaro was, no one could sense that he was anything but a normal human, and he liked to keep it that way. He knew that there were other creatures about him, but he was more interested in seeing his family's grave than bothering with the low lifes around him. So Kintaro strode slowly towards the far end of the cemetary, his head down as he continued to think of the words he had spoken over at Karakura High.

Did I actually suggest forming a team? He couldn't believe it. All his life, Kintaro had kept to himself. And of all things, he voluntarily gave up his lone wolf status. He couldn't believe it.

With all that was happening, visiting his parents' graves seemed harmless to Kintaro. It was something he didn't do often, as the pain usually had him running to control himself. AS it was, there were other things on his mind. As he came to the desired graves, he kneeled, running his finger softly over the engravements in the stone. Here lies Maria Jersha, Loving Mother, and Irvine Jersha, Loving Father. May They Never Be Forgotten. He knew the workds by heart, but Kintaro would always come here and remember them. It was here that his hatred for Hollows had begun. Having been hunted down for some reason by both Shinigami and Hollows, it had been the latter that had found them. It had been Quincies that had saved him, and who had adopted him afterwords. Now, as he always had since he had learned of his powers, he wondered if his parents had been hunted because they too had possessed the powers he had.

But that was pushed to the back of his mind as Kintaro thought of the Soul Reapers. They were more arrogant than the Quincy, and far more stupid and short sighted. Their hatreds had created the Bounts, and had almost led to their destruction. Quincies had been ordered to death because they had refused to speak with and work with them. And souls, even after death, were worse off than they had been in life. Or so he had heard, and nothing to date changed that. That the Vizards had at one point been a Shinigami made them enemies, and when an Arrancar attacked his Quincy family, they were added to the hitlist. Pretty much the only people he didn't hate were Quincy, and some Bounts. Though how the Bounts survived always made him a little sick and angry. Shaking his head, Kintaro pulled out a blue rose and laid it across the two graves. Touching fingers to his lips, he kissed them, and laid the same fingers against the cold marble. "You will never be forgotten Mom, Dad."

Suddenly, a gate opened up behind Kintaro, but he did not see it, nor was he aware of it.

The instant that Lazzy yelled, Kintaro spun and backflipped over several graves, landing in a defensive crouch. When he saw that it was a shinigami, and actually watched as said shinigami destroyed a gate he didn't even know existed, Kintaro snarled. "Who I am is none of your God-damned business, soul reaper! What I want to know is why you decided to sneak up on me for NO reason!" He had been in the middle of finishing the prayer for his parents when this man had screamed. That it was raining didn't effect Kintaro in the least. That this shinigami was pissed was obvious. Kintaro felt a sudden splinter of fear at the realization that he was probably going to have to reveal his powers in this fight. Horror donned on him, but there was no change in expression on his face.

Rednal pulled his hat further down on his face. Stupid people being too noisy while a guy was just trying to catch a few winks of sleep... What did it take to get a little shut-eye around here anyway? Of course, had he been more energetic, he might have actually complained to the people down below. Except that really, he didn't care what they did or what happened to them. They could do whatever as far as he was concerned; he just wanted to finish up his nap.