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Shigoro listened. When the story concluded he said, "And those inside the building? Do they all have similar stories? If so, then I may have answers for you."

Shigoro glanced over at the loudmouthed one. He flared his reiatsu lightly, enough to knock the boy over if he was exaggerating but not enough to harm him if he wasn't. "Stupendous? Not hardly. My lowest Archon could easily defeat you. You all need serious training."

~Ouritsu's passed by Shigoro as he spoke then drew back to stare at the man, "I wouldn't know, I don't know them. I only sensed your energy spike and came rushing over from another small warehouse,"Locking eyes with Shigoro he was now questioning in his mind what the man truly wanted,"It couldn't be this simple."Still on his guard his left hand figured the hilt of his zanpakuto. Ouritsu knew he could hold his own aginst this man, but the chaos and destruction caused by the clash of power would be more then he wanted to see. Going the rout filled with less destruction was always better for him, though it did get him into trouble on more then on occasion.

Rednal's expression brightened. "She says that she's disappointed in me, so she's actually going to try and help make me stronger, rather than objecting to it. Something about refusing to be married to a weakling." he seemed to be saying that he had married his own Hollow Side. Which was, of course, completely ridiculous no matter how you looked it. It didn't seem as if Rednal's thoughts on such matters were going to be trouble for the training, though. "I'm Gilgamesh, Gilgamesh Asteria."

shigoro looked to Ouritsu. His mask was gone, but he spoke in the voice of his Hollow. "He did not release his reiatsu to harm, only to demonstrate what may be achieved, foolish one. We are called Shigoro Koroso. He will return now. That was my inner Hollow, Makoi. He's argumentative, but powerful. As he no doubt told you, I am Shigoro Koroso. In Shinigami terms I am roughly on par with a Captain-class Shinigami. I'm interested to know... How exactly did you force yoru Hollow into complete submission, boy? It's nigh unheard of for someone of Supplicant rank."

~He looked to Shigoro as he would look to his inner hollow with his piercing emerald gaze as he spoke with a darker voice the he had earlier,"I hate hollow's, they took away everything form me and I was not about to let the one inside of me have any kind of power over who I am," as he spoke rage began to build as his zanpakuto began to shake. Dark hellish flames burst forth from Ouritsu's hands that quickly consumed his entire being. His whole body was now outlined in the hellish flames as he looked to Shigoro. Closing his ees with a heavy sigh the flames quickly receded to his blade."Yojimbo Kumori taught me everything I needed to know and more, all I want is know if there are any like me, any who became these vizards without being sent to Seireitei,"he looked to his zanpakuto as he spoke.

((Little note: bold=thought, red is Takashi, blue is Okami, his Zanpactou/Inner Hollow))

My Eyes Can't Be Hazed.

Takashi had ninja'd his way to the back, not sitting against the wall with his knees pointed up, watching the show. People were now coming out of the wood works, all different on the outside, most carbon-copy motives. There was also something about Shigoro that pissed Takashi off slightly, but he could label it with a word. Really, the only one Takashi favored lagitly was Rednal, not because they were both Shinigami-Vizards, but because he had nothing to hide... or didn't want to hide. Rednal wasn't that mature, at least right now, but he had enough personality to stand out and not get too annoying.... personality... that's one major thing that was missing in this new world of Takashi's...

Then Takashi smirked.... even chuckled on the inside: The guy giving lessons was, in Shinigami terms, was on par with a Captain. Yet he acted so high and mighty. It was the funnest thing he'd heard in roughly 200 years.

Apparently, Okami was listening in his thoughts.

That's not like you... What? Judging so quickly from first impessions. I thought I'd never live to see the day. Is it that un common do such a small thing? Shinigami...Vizards... Hollows... they all have their trends, and can easily be read with a semi-awakend mind. Only idiots can't pick up such details. Wow, harsh... exact... this change might have been for the better. You've grown cold, yet rational. Brutal, yet logical. Only with that mind set will you survive now." I just better not have to answer any questionairs.

My Soul Can't Be Swayed

(( Maybe I shouldn't bring this up, but isn't Ouritsu an Army of Masks Vizard? Or is this just his "recruitment" stage? ))


Rednal scuttled backwards a few feet to get away from the lightning the guy was spitting off. "Well, I at least can do this much. Behold my amazing power!" he said brightly, pressing a hand to his face. What formed was probably the simplest Vizard Mask anyone had ever seen, two flat surfaces that met in the middle of his face and bent backwards, with eyeholes as the only break or design. Rednal's reiatsu increased to about the level of an unseated Shinigami who might be included on a mission as a grunt sword to go against the basic types of Hollows. Vizard Masks seemed to exponentially increase power; the more you had to start with, the greater the bonus would be. Hence, for somebody with practically no energy at all, even putting on the mask wouldn't be a terribly impressive thing. Rednal seemed to still be smiling under the mask, though, as if the small level of power he was showing happened to be something worth being proud of. Well, for anybody who had so little power to start with, even a small increase was, relatively speaking, fairly important. Just not to the big scheme of things.