Just Another Day on the Job [Alexander]

Today was a normal day for Daichi, proprietor of Honoka Fabrics. He'd just delivered a bolt of cotton to a comic convention downtown, as material for a cosplayer to make emergency repairs. That was where he got most of his business, if he was honest; there aren't many fabric stores that do delivery. Still, when you could take rooftops most of the way to your destination with just a gust of wind to accompany you, it wasn't exactly hard to make these deliveries. In fact, he had to pace himself so that he wasn't suspiciously fast. He'd spent a bit of time browsing the convention today, and now he was strolling back to his shop to pick up another order, taking the streets and walking at a normal pace to fill the time until his delivery was expected. Specifically, he was taking a detour through the Naruki Square, since the parks were pretty easy on the eyes, when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and the feeling of Hollow reiatsu brushed against his senses. "Nooooo. No no no. Not here." He'd been hiding his own spiritual pressure for the sake of people walking close to him, so there must've been a separate reason for them showing up, but Hollows went after the tastiest human available, and Daichi wasn't using Soul Synchro yet. Aware of the fact that ditching his body here would be... bad, to say the least, he grabbed a scrap of cloth from his delivery bag and tied it around his mouth and nose so that if this wound up on the internet it wouldn't immediately come back to him.

Exhaling deliberately, he let his energy start to bleed out, the lieutenant-level reiatsu seeping into the air around him with a hint of a blue glow and the scent of sea foam as his spiritual power ran up against the limits of his human body. The results were immediate as he pulled out his now-ringing Soul Phone; there were four hollows, and all were gravitating his way. Sure enough, large creatures with black bodies and bone-white masks began to approach through the trees, salivating over what they thought was a rare and lovely morsel. He waited until they were all in sight before moving, using Shunpo to appear a short distance away and repeating the process to bait them to the simple concrete depression in the ground filled with three inches or so of water; when that water froze in the winter, this would be an ice skating rink, but right now, it was a spot of ground where he had visibility and no innocent bystanders directly in the line of the fight. The first Hollow to catch up and attack was met with a Kihon-enhanced opening to an offensive kata, the absolutely bone-shattering punch slamming into the Hollow's torso and staggering it back. Not letting up on it, hoping to take one opponent out before the other three showed up, he leapt into the air, leaving a trail of reiatsu behind him as he brought his foot down on the mask, hard. Obviously, this Hollow had been more hungry than powerful, because it worked, and one opponent was felled and Daichi put up a guard and readied himself for the three remaining Hollows.