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☪ Open Battle (Kenjutsu/Taijutsu only)
☪ Rei's R&R
☪ Official
☪ Customs allowed
☪ Terrain: On a misty lake, the waters below us stirring rampantly with strong winds and rain. After eight (8) posts into the battle, the mist thickens and visibility becomes extremely low, the water stills itself and the strong winds and rain cease.
☪ Rei's R&R
☪ Official
☪ Customs allowed
☪ Terrain: On a misty lake, the waters below us stirring rampantly with strong winds and rain. After eight (8) posts into the battle, the mist thickens and visibility becomes extremely low, the water stills itself and the strong winds and rain cease.
Note: Indented portions indicate a shift to first person point of view. I haven't roleplayed with this biography in about a year, so this will be a RP heavy battle. Don't expect replies to be quick.
"Do not tempt me, boy!" Howled the furious farmer to the man with his cane raised ready to strike him - A man who could not have been any more than nineteen years young mind you. The old one carried a booming and harsh voice, yet it was his appearance that truly spoke volumes. He had fallen prey to anger - Such a useless emotion, as evidenced by the trembling of his closed fists and the intensity of his breath. A single cold bead of sweat ran swiftly down the side of his face, as the scowl he had managed to hold soon gave way to one final, drawn out sigh, revealing a much more forgiving countenance than the one he had adopted only moments ago. The old one lowers his cane and places one hand on the young man's shoulder softly, almost whispering at first: "The storm's nearly here, and the last thing I need is for some kid talking back, acting as if he knows more about protecting these crops than me!" *Smack* He swipes the young man in the face with his cane unimaginably fast, as they both begin to move away from the vast field into their unimpressively dull but warm home.
At a short distance away in hiding, the
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listens into their quarrel with an emotionless bearing. Yes, he had come for the old one; Despite his relative harmlessness (Bar his cane combined with the excessive passion for growing food of course), the old man had fled the Koga Region after attempting to steal the life of the Daimyo. Genji Ryu, the clan head of the Yakuza shortly after tasked Ulquiorra with bringing the old man back - Alive, preferably, so that he may be publicly executed. And yet in spite of carrying the weight of a mission on his shoulders, the Espada couldn't help but ponder as to why the old one restrained himself from hurting the young man more severely. In truth, the old man was a murderer whose' reputation for a short temper preceded him, so why? Why spare the life of this trash, this boy who had inadvertently felled the old man's precious crops and insulted him? No. This was enough. Ulquiorra no longer wished to wrestle with these pointless thoughts. And so, as the dark clouds began to loom over the muddied, somber area, producing the first pitters and patters of water, Ulquiorra casually zipped up his coat and confronted the old one, appearing before the two individuals seemingly in an instant. Ulquiorra, mere feet away from the two, addresses him as the rain begins to pick up, yet, regardless of the fact that he had previously decided to keep these... festering thoughts to himself, asks a question that appeared to have crawled directly out of his subconscious and into the world of spoken word; "...Why have you spared that man's life?" He points toward the young man, holding this position as he awaits for a response. "What the **** are you going on about? Get out of our way." The old man replies, prompting Ulquiorra to swiftly grab the young man, unsheathe one of his wakizashi and point it toward the neck of his now petrified hostage. "I will not ask you again." He presses the short-sword into the boy's neck slightly, drawing blood as the boy shrieks in pain. "OKAY OKAY OKAY, calm down! I don't know what you're talking about, I-I-I-I'm sorry just please let my son go!" You could practically feel the compassion and concern from the old man's voice... and this utterly confused Ulquiorra. "...You are Iwahara Togai, a man wanted in the Koga Region on multiple counts of murder and attempted murder on the life of our current Daimyo. When this man crossed you, you fixated on him with killing intent... but then stopped. Why? "...I... H-he's my son, I would never do such a thing to my own kin! L-look just let him go, have a heart will y-..."For a brief moment, only the sound of rainfall crashing onto the cold, mucked earth can be heard. But if one could peer in and listen ever so closely enough, they would hear the faint, faint exhaling of a man's final conscious breath.
The old one falls on the frigid, sopping ground - motionless. The Espada had without warning struck him in the back of the neck with but the flick of his left wrist.
"A heart?" Says Ulquiorra, "A heart is nothing but a faint and delicate ember waiting to be snuffed out by the powerful winds that possess this world - that are in charge of this world. Your eyes are blinded by the illusions of this "heart" - But my eyes see everything. Nothing can escape it. What it doesn't see doesn't exist. That’s how I've always fought. That's how I've always lived. What is a heart? If I rip open your chest, will I find it there?" He presses into the old man's flesh with his bare fingers. "If I crack open your skull, will I find it there?" Grabbing the unconscious man by the head and lifting him up as he says this, Ulquiorra takes one more look at him almost as if awaiting for a response before throwing the body over his shoulder. Now, these kinds of things would seldom happen to Ulquiorra, but it appeared that he had been so absorbed in his conversation with the unconscious man that he had failed to take note of the young one screaming his lungs out directly in front of him.
"FATHER! What do you want with him?! I-I'll kill you!" The boy charges toward Ulquiorra tiredly, terrified, and trembling, causing the Espada to unsheathe one of his short-sword once more and point it toward the one who had now stopped and stood right before him: "Are you afraid? There's no one here to protect you. If you choose to come toward me once more, it's over. You will die. Alone here, where no one can touch you." The young man simply quivered and stared at him in response, as the rain continued to pour down and the winds abruptly picked up in speed. Ulquiorra sheathed his sword and disappeared from the area as a flash of lightning and crash of thunder rolled over the land.
All that was left for Ulquiorra to complete his mission was to return to the Land of Iron with the man he had been lugging over his shoulder. And regardless of the fearsome winds and heavy rain, he had determined that the quickest path to reach his destination was a shortcut across a vast lake located within the isle of Eko Shima. As the Espada travels across the restless waters which proved to be quite difficult, he spots a figure at a distance, though he could not make sense of what they looked like in detail due to the natural mist obscuring his vision from a distance.
He knew the figure would come to approach him, and so he simply stood there, waiting for this mysterious encounter to begin.
