Test Run Sequence #1:Exposure [Satoshi | Inv]

HHe couldn't figure it out, and it irritated him. Man, some of these things were difficult. Satoshi was focusing his attention on his drink, not being able to simple twist it in order to open it like normal beverages usually were. Fuck it, there were far better drinks out there that requires way less concentration. Though he couldn't help but feel slightly ignorant for practically giving up. The Vizard dropped the bottled tea off the water tower and watched as it fell...And fell..And fell until eventually shattering into thousands of shards of glass along with one soggy mound of soil and grass. Physics..how disappointng.

Looking around from his position, he could clearly get a good silhoutte of all the buildings and hills that layered the area. Ever blue moon he liked to pace along the River until he reached the water tower, where he focused on the stillness of the world for once instead of how fast things moved. But it was a rarity that he couldn't afford anymore. He knew this was the last time in a while he was coming back. Maybe even never. Regardless, he knew that moving on meant burning bridges.

Sliding his foot forward, it peaked off the edge. The Silver haired man jumped off the edge with a small hop, his hands in his pockets as he accelerated to the ground. As his body slammed into the earth, his legs quickly bent to absorb the impact, the ground underneath slightly splintering from the brutal landing. He glared at the kicked up dirt for a moment, regarding the easily kicked up soil. Moving on, the man's hands slipped into his pockets as he stepped over mounds of dirt toward the road that wrapped along the River.

As he got on the path, he couldn't help but think of how peaceful it was recently. Usually, the hollow activity would be insane. Especially around Karakura with all the spiritually aware beings with immense spiritual power. The more you think about it, more hollow's should be around just for his own self being there...Silence. How beautiful it was.

So beautiful that a soul had actually resided on the side of the road, staring out into the river and back-drop of Naruki City. The man's eyes shifted to the soul slowly, and did his pace. As he approached, the Soul had glanced up toward the man for a few moments, not realizing that the Vizard could see him. After it had clicked in the plus' mind, it surged from its position in complete fear and confusion, and stumbled to her feet.

"Errrer..Uh..You can see me?" She cried out as the Vizard slowly got closer without a word. "Wo-WOAH! Stay away, or else!"

The short, female soul with black hair put up her fists in defense. The man couldn't help but crack a grin from this, until it disappeared along with a Flash-Step.

Before the Plus could comprehend what had even happened, the Vizard's hand was on her shoulder, towering over her at 6ft5. As his head tilted town to meet her frozen gaze, his silver hair came to his shoulders and drooped down with the head position change.

"Yu gonplei ste odon." The man spoke in a long lost tongue of humans known as Trikru. It meant 'Your fight is over.'

Satoshi's hand went to his sword, his other hand grasping with bone-breaking force to the soul's shoulder as she tried to move away. She screamed in horror as she saw him going for his Zanpakuto.

"DON'T, YOU'RE CRA-"

The Vizard quickly drew his Odachi, lifted it, and brought the massive hilt of the blade onto her forehead. A blue symbol tattoo'd it for a brief moment, a blue light enveloping her feet. The Soul's attitude suddenly changed completely as if she had reached enlightenment. (Or smoked a bowl). Her gaze then re-fixed on the Vizard.

"Thank you." She spoke softly as her body quickly faded into the light blue energy below her.

He nodded back to her. It was to his understanding that just because your general agenda was going to cause a lot of bloodshed, that didn't mean you had to. The Vizard found peace and balance in himself by trying to help Soul's. He felt other people were too un-trusting and self-interesting in their own powers to help them out without every piece of knowledge to know they aren't being dishonest. He hated disloyalty.

This brief moment of quiet had been immediately interrupted by a large gleam in the sky. He frowned for a moment before looking at it, thinking he was just seeing things. But to his surprise an object began to descend at an accelerated rate toward the earth about 120m away from his location.

"Out of all things.." He said dully. He sat upon the ground, resting his arms against his knees. He wanted to see how this played out. The pod had hit the earth with a rather loud collision based 'BOOM'. A few moments later, the pod had opened to reveal a form inside of it. It soon awakened to step out in what seemed like one hell of a confused cross-dresser.

"Well..Didn't see that one coming."

Mist had rolled out of the Vizard's mouth as a sigh escaped him. He slowly but swiftly got up and brushed off his shoulders as the man spotted him with a rather crude sensory ability. His own sensing abilities could feel the layer of reiatsu that washed over him as it collided with his own senses. 'Mm, so he's looking for me?' He thought to himself, but the sensing seemed rather too brief and random to be targeting only him. It seemed as though he was picking the first sign of life that he came into contact with...How strange. There is no doubt that Satoshi now had no questions about this situatio, but after a moment of silence, it didn't seem the other individual was in a very talkative mood. Right to the point, fair enough.


A rather redundant walk just had to turn into something as messy as this. How unexpected...And so so fun. At first, he had absolutely no idea what or who this man was. He could sense his presence, but it wasn't anything he had encountered before. It was something felt so weirdly cold and empty. As if it was a life-force that wasn't alive. Something artificial perhaps? Or perhaps he was truly undead. But then after a very brief train of thought, he decided he didn't actually care what or who he was. He was going to learn to behave like a god damn human right here, right now. And if he decided not to, this was going to be a very brief introduction for the sword-wielding newcomer.

As the Vizard focused, he could see dots that weirdly began to float in a pattern around the new figure, and then a surge of energy had arisen from him. In small signatures, but enough for the man to immediately focus all of his attention on the situation. But then, the circles started growing bigger as he realized they were growing bigger...Rocks. Flying right at him. However, it didn't take long for the figure seeming to use them sped forward himself.

Ah..How dis-interesting. Satoshi could clearly see the lack of speed the movements were, following his trajectory with relative ease. But regardless of that, the former Shinigami could tell quite well that the man was being lethal. Especially with a sword bigger even bigger then his own Odachi. Yet, he had no desire to waste his Zanpakuto's time trying to kill this man with it. This was purely an un-explained occurance, which the man was known to have trouble controlling himself in. His 'other' self was just below the surface whenever a fight sprang. But something about this time was slightly different...He felt as though he was so disrespected by this man's sudden sword swing to his shoulder had obliged him to stay sane enough to crush him with his own eyes and hands, not his other self. The broadsword wielding man had approached rather quickly, but it wasn't anything surprising. He had met people who'd have you believe they could teleport.

As the newcomer fell toward the Vizard with the sword swinging at his shoulder, he knew it was time to move. That sword was most definitely not a zanpakuto, and if he could sense the Vizard, he was going to make sure he didn't underestimate it or him. In reaction, the Vizard twisted his waist with tension, his feet sliding in movement as it disappeared in a 'whish' of wind and slight amounts of soil kicked up. nis body flash-stepping in inmeasurable speeds, he had surged his legs with energy as he moved BACKward and LEFT from the man's attack to his RIGHT shoulder. Aiming his Shunpo toward a nearby shack, another 'whish' had appeared just as fast it had dis-appeared. The Vizard adjusted his position on the roof, his right side now facing the man, his white hair had blocked out portions of his golden-eye as it glared at him in killing intent.

He then noticed his shoulder had felt a bit raw, must have been one of those rocks. He made a face of disgust as he spoke. His voice a mix of clear and firm intent, but a naturally soft and smooth nature.

"I will speak no words of your goal today. I will speak of the out-come that comes from attempting to carry it out." The man was expecting the newcomer to interupt his words at any moment with another attack, keeping himself ready. This wasn't going to be too difficult, especially since the speed comparisons were practically comedic.

"I do so implore you to proceed with your mistake of believing I am someone you can insult, especially so openly. Because then I can promise you the understanding of hell and pain more then I could to anyone else.

His pale faced lowered, and eyes locked onto the other man's as his expression grew immenseley darker, his hands going behind his back as his fists clasped eachother. He felt as his hidden-weapon shifted under his arm, almost as if wanting to fight.

"If death is your destiny, then let it be carved."

Walking up with a rag around his shoulders, and a piece of metal the length of his own body seemed to give this man more then enough courage to simply land in the middle of the human world, and swing his weapon right at him. The Vizard's palm was placed upon his neck, pushing up and outwards as he cracked it left and right.

At first, he couldn't actually tell if he was being serious. 'Was he saying I didn't get out much, after coming in on a fucking escape pod, with a poncho and a broadsword aimed at me? Either this man was one bad case of hypocrite, or I gotta pick up on my 'drop from outer-space culture' His head filled with thoughts of annoyance, before instantly dissipating when he saw the man actually ready to make another move.


"Well buddy, if your tactic is to sit there and bore me to my knees I gotta say it's been effective so far. . . "


Satoshi started talking in the middle of the other man's sentence, attempting to cut him off in boredom. "Talking is redundant. You've been warned" He spoke

He really wasn't in the mood to hear anybody's half-baked insults before a fight. It was as if every enemy in existence had expected some kind of sarcastic remark before a battle as if it was the most playful practice battle in the world. The guy just swung a god damn sword the size of three ogre toddlers. He chuckled to himself at the man's remark, as if a warning to 'back off or die' was anywhere near the intent of trying stall for boredom.

But alas', it seemed this was a necessary scenario for the confused Mexican. As it were, this situation couldn't be avoided simply through talking. His poncho-wearing pal obviously had a confused sense of morality when it came to swinging a massive sword at. It almost made you want to fix it yourself, but Satoshi decided toward more of a plan B. The figure before him began to surge forward in a rather impressive, but predictable amount of speed. It seemed this person hadn't quite grasped a movement technique at the speed of a Shunpo or an Arrancar's Sonido.

The Vizard stood up as the Broadsword wielder began to accelerate.

However, the Vizard had no intention of letting his foe get a secondary pure offensive. The Vizard's body whirled in built up potential energy, twisting his feet into the metal before performing his hand shot outward with a lethal force. A hand in the formation of a claw had met the air with a deep grunt from Satoshi, then without warning, his body whipped forward like a dart. Using his superior positioning, Satoshi took two steps, and rocketed himself off the shed in a whizz of intense speed using his Flash-step. Using his momentum to propel himself off the structure in order to get an upper-hand on positioning, he felt impatient to let this fight drag out for longer then it needed to. Satoshi had other things he had to do, and this was only serving to be an obstacle to goal. Though he did have to admit, somewhere in his mind he was excited to finally see if this was a challenge that he could have been waiting for. The only problem was, he was worried this man wasn't going to take him seriously.

The foe had rapidly approached Satoshi, not too far away from his own but with a noticeable lack of technique or agility. The Vizard had exited his flash-step before the mod-soul had managed to breach the distance himself, waiting until the black haired foe was coming up to two meters within his own position. The vizard's blade still sheathed on his side, Satoshi's fist had veered backward in a cocked position as his opponent flew toward him. Using his opponents own momentum from his increased speed, Satoshi kept his eye on his opponent's sword position to make sure it didn't suddenly change.

((Going to assume its in Kumo's right hand))

He saw his opponent's speed decrease almost as quickly as it increased, which he had appeared to use prior to a follow-up attack. And he was correct as the opponent's...Hair? Yeah, his hair had began to shift with energy levels, and he knew it was type to get as serious as he was getting.

Satoshi's body leapt forward with an immense speed, his fist was blindingly fast as it darted toward his enemy's sternum. As he did this, he could see the hair shoot out spikes that originated from his opponent, but it was aimed at Satoshi's midsection, giving Satoshi his own body enough closed distance to strike right in the center of his line of defense before his hair could cause any real damage. Left hand was at the ready to catch any sword swing or secondary defense this man had to offer.

His right hand whizzed through the air with the intent to connect with his opponent's sternum. Satoshi adjusted his body during the trajectory of the hair-spikes so that it would take more time to reach his mid-section, twisting his body as he punched to make himself seem skinnier.

"Ikkoutsu" He murmured

In any other scenario, Satoshi would be, at the least, befuddled. When a man could actually manifest his abilities to alter the state of his own body, it had to be some amount of jaw-dropping. But his mood was entirely spoiled by the Poncho-man's abrupt appearance. Satoshi realized that his speed would be an apparent factor in the conclusion to..Whatever this was.


As Satoshi's body had seemed to step directly through his opponent as if his own body transmuted into an alternate material. As he punched through, he ended up coming out there other end only half a meter in distance. He couldn't help but feel like there was some sort of catch to his bodily, "transformation" but that was something to be figured out later. Taking it one step at a time was a necessity in combat, especially when one of the steps is a lot more brain-consuming in terms of thought.


How this man attacked could almost be deemed insulting, especially including the childish remarks made by his enemy prior to the battle. It was time to get this over with, he had more important things to do. Almost immediately after the Vizard's fist began sprouting to the other side of his enemy, his left foot planted on the ground for foundation, his right foot sliding on the ground as his body began rotating for a second attack. Satoshi's body was nearly turned when he saw his enemy's hair form into, yet again, another snake-like mound of razor-hair. However, this time it seemed to be directing itself toward a more non-lethal, but long term wound infliction as it dipped below to reach for his legs..Not bad.

As the black funnel of hair surged toward Satoshi, his eyes veered toward the opponent's backside, realizing the mistake of a foe keeping his back turned, right hand swinging in a small arc before changing trajectory into a quick piercing motion aimed slightly above the tail-bone, firing toward the base of his spine to completely immobilize his primary functions. As his arm darted forward at immense speeds, a noise 'clicked' from Satoshi's wrist. At that exact moment, a foot long blade sprung forward at in-traceable speeds at the same time his arm shoot toward, clear oozing liquid splattered as it did so. The man's body finished rotating, his left hand shifting from a fist into a claw. The Vizard bent his knees ever so slightly, sending his left hand sideways into the path of the spikes with a claw strike. He wasn't sure how powerful a clump of hair was, but it didn't look very deadly at first glance. He had no other choice but to hope he wouldn't have to learn from this mistake, but he'd be a fool if he didn't expect to.

His palm and fingers raked into the side of the mound as he reached out, sliding along the base of the side whilst shoving it aside with force.