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Tokemaru looked up and saw Ennosuke, their eyes met for a moment before he sped off towards Dakota. Tokemaru was already in a bad mood but seeing his uncle here amidst the carnage made him even more angry.

"Ennosuke, stop!" Tokemaru called out to him and followed him. He caught up with Ennosuke just as he had reached Dakota.

"Why are you here uncle, are you here to help us, or fight us?" he asked.

"Shadows follow your every movements, and every action..."

Goteshi

Goteshi smiled as he felt through the ripples of the light and shadows filling his land. A creature already saw the one known as Dakota coming right for him, but seeing as this one was feeling laughable towards the man, it turned. Being one of the more numerous ones holding a single blade katana, it just smiled a bit. With Goteshi's orders, it held it's blade out just right so that it would send a cut across the cheek of this ex captain of Seireitei. When the man came up, and impaled the shadowy samurai, it only opened it's mouth to allow Goteshi to speak.
"Today young warrior... My wrath shall be done."
The terrible and deep voice of the demon known as Goteshi spoke. His voice seemed to come out with the loud battle crying horn shouting from the depths of hell. The tone was calm, yet cold and evil all in one. Once the small words were spoke, the shadow samurai vanished into thin air almost. The other ten in the location grew only slightly larger, but alot more powerful. Just then all of them dipped into the shadows, as if they were a pool, and circled around a nice arrangement of buildings in this village, they all faced away from the buildings, then quickly turned, and took a bowing knee. These warriors were showing their respects to an empty spot.
In the terrible lighting of the sky, a beast flew through the air. The movements were fast, and even with the light beating down on it, the creature was shrouded by darkness still. It was easy enough to tell it was a humanoid type creature, one that held two nodachi length swords as it flew. Right then it could be noticeable that this was Goteshi, since the Nodachi had shadows flowing off of them. The blades began to change in mid air, they began to gain a hint of red, then the Gojiro Kiryu symbol formed on both blades, tiny symbols, but they were still there.
When the man came down, he came down hard. Goteshi slammed right in the middle of the buildings his shadow creatures were bowing to, and with his shikai power up high, just the shear pressure of his reiatsu started to build cracks on the buildings. Though they all fell thanks to a wicked amount of shadowy spikes shooting out of the ground, only for the beast of beasts to be standing in the middle of it's wreckage. Goteshi stood there, a demon among demons, a thing of true evil and darkness. With a laugh, and his left hand moving around a bit, his shadowy samurai, now slightly mutated, moved out to cause more wreckage, while their leader awaited a foolish warrior to come fight him.
"And so they shall walk through the Vally of the shadow of death... only to find themselves doomed."
Goteshi said as his voice rippled off into the shadows, echoing under the wreckage, and even from locations just around him somehow still standing. The village was now indeed needed to be taken down, and the leader of this onslaught was more than happy to be the reason for it.

"...However, a shadow will be here, even after you die."

"..." Ennosuke didnt answer, because he didnt know. He remembered his past for a breif moment, a terrible picture appeared in his head, dakota and wolf standing over him his blood on their hands and faces. He took his spear and charged Dakota, going to stab him he aimed for the spine. It looked like he was breathing the own fire he controlled as he took the final breath to brace for the attack, and lunged forward.

The hooded man reached the outskirts of the village, now looking like an image of hell more than a formerly hospitable township. He felt several strong reiatsu's resonating from near the center of the village, so he checked his invisibility frequency and walked briskly through the rubble. He reached what seemed to be the center of the village, and saw a single shadowy figure kneeling facing him. He sensed the surrounding area and saw that 9 others were also kneeling reverently in a large circle around a clutch of buildings. The kneeling figures, 10 in total, were the blurry humanoids he sensed from far away. Each had the gear of an old traditional samurai, each with unique weapons. He stopped and stared at the larger shadowy blob that just appeared above the building and landed hard upon them...it felt too familiar to be comfortable with. He walked closer, making sure to keep away from the shadowy figure that just rose and walked past him to destroy yet another building.

As he walked closer, he saw another famliar face. Former Captain of Seireitei, Dakota Ferie. The hooded figure smiled, suppressed his reiatsu to invisiblity, and entered the shadowy mass right behind the Captain. The figure he saw waiting for them...made him smile in pure ecstacy.

Knowing Goteshi's old self wasn't a man that would lounge around or wait until the enemy had made their move, Dakota was already anticipating the sudden attack, although the angle surprised him, with a cunning back flip, he barely got away from the attack coming within centimeters of his body. In this process, he accidently hit the mysterious strangers disguise knocking the hood off.
"In- Ingfire...?" Dakota said to himself in disbelief looking at the man who had gone missing even before the seireitei fell apart. This caused him to lose a second of concentration but with Goteshi, he wasn't going to allow it to happen again. All focus went to him, he knew Ingfire could hold his own.
Rubbing his hand straight down the blade, Dakota went into Shikai, the tattered looking machete appeared with electricity running up and down the blade. Dakota lunged it forward with a semi circle twisting motion, knowing he was a good distance from Goteshi, but in this, caused a straight lightning bolt to jet at Goteshi.

The hooded man was knocked back as Dakota slammed into him. 's**t!' He lost concentration and his invisibility dropped, along with the hood shadowing his face.

'God da**** Dakota, couldn't greet me like a normal person with a hug or a handshake could you? Way to screw up again.' Yes, Ingfire Zathrian, the infamous Vizard Captain who disappeared long before the Seireitei fell, had finally returned.

{Flashback to years ago} There had been many a rumor that he had been the orchestrator of the downfall, yet he denies it wholeheartedly, since after he had disappeared from Soul Society, he had been in a near comatose state to fight his inner hollow for several years on end. After he finally succeeded, breaking his inner hollow's will once and for all, he traveled the world, training and fighting evil far and wide. He had been drawn towards a portal in a jungle in the Real World, which was emanating with ferocious spiritual energy. It had been hidden in the near buried ruins of an Amazonian Temple, but eventually he uncovered it and came through, but not before being ambushed by ancient Amazonian Spirit Guardians, who managed to scar Ingfire's face pretty badly after nearly breaking off all of his mask. Though once they were defeated, he thought they looked pretty dang bada**. {Flashback end}

'I'll leave this to you old friend, we can talk later. I'm eager to see your improvement.' The exCaptain stood, brushed off his pants and took a few steps back. He raised his hands and formed a bubble around him made of extremely fast vibrating air particles. This barrier is comparable in strength to the skin of an Arrancar, but would only survive one or two direct hits from an opponent like Reddeye, even his passed on self. Thus it isn't quite suitable for combat, only a minor obstacle to give Ingfire enough time to survive a surprise attack.

Dakota watched virtually motionless as the character of Goteshi seemed to climb the air without any diffuculty, sure, not a very hard skill to master after attaining air walk, but the way Goteshi did it just made Dakota stare in awe. As if he was watching a dark and morbid ballet, it was beautiful, yet terrifying at the same moment, Dakota loved the thrill of battle viewing it as the most mesmerizing art form there is. This beauty, however, may be his down fall.
Dakota watched as Goteshi went above him, and his dark shadow attacks began to race down towards him. Finally, returning to reality, Dakota's blade shown brighter with light caused by the electricity, he'd hope that the light would be an efficient deterent to Goteshi's shadows. The first shadow attack zoomed by taking some of the cloth from Dakota's loose haori over the arm holding the glowing blade. The light had done nothing, this was startling to know that shadows could become this dark. The saying that light can not exist without darkness, and vice versa, Dakota believed quite firmly that Goteshi's darkness may be an exception to this rule.
The second attack came racing down, Dakota looked as if he was in a free falling postion, except facing up and not moving an inch in either of the directions up or down. A quick barrel turn made it barely evadable, however, when the second one came, the momentum from the first would not allow him to move. The shadow attack hit Dakota's stomach straight on, it disperterted right there causing a shallow bleeding indention in his stomach. The attack may have been gone, but the energy used to carry it was not, the shallow hole in Dakota's stomach caused him to put his hand over it and the energy still coming from the blast shot him speeding fast only slightly lesser to the attack revently inficted.
As he went down, Dakota crashed through three buildings and finally landed on the ground hitting his back and suddenly flipping to land on his stomach. He wasn't there for long, he stood up, staggering at first and spit a little blood to the side. Removing the excess from his face with a look of scorn embroiled him his eyes, he said some words silently to himself. "Hmm... guess it's not safe to assume you're powers are like your former self's." Dakota said chuckling a little ignoring every bit of damage he had endured, it was little compared to the thrashings he's recieved before. One must remember though, this was just the first round of giving and taking attacks, and so far, Goteshi was winning.

Tokemaru took his hand off his zanpakto and approached his uncle, his expression was one of pity as well as understanding.

"What would I do? I would leave, I would go as far away from my loved ones as I possibly could if it meant that they would be safe from me. Then I would try to find a cure on my own or die trying." Tokemaru chuckled, it was an empty, bitter chuckle.

"You know we're alike, you and me. We both put people we care about at risk just by being there. You're disease caused you to go berzerk, and that THING that called himself Kuchinawa killed a man with MY body and attacked my family with MY body. And Kilala...that b*****d used me to hurt Kilala, do you have any idea how much that hurts? I LOVE her! But I have no need for vengeance because Kuchinawa is dead. YOU on the other hand, vented your frustration on people who were completely unrelated to your death, like me. Instead of focusing your wrath on the man responsible for your death, who tried to hurt him in the most cowardly way possible and that is where we are different. So, my uncle, where do we go from here?"