A supernatural chase (open)

[Darkoda]

Midday in Seireitei was probably the busiest time of day in the city. Shinigami could be seen everywhere one looked, heading for a quick bite, or simply chatting with fellow comrades. Even the rooftops were used as a makeshift highway, for the Shinigami nimble enough to traverse the buildings without making a fool of themselves in front of what was likely at least half of Seireitei.

On one of those rooftops, anyone simply glancing would see a tall, dark skinned shinigami with purple glasses somehow leaning on the air and in a deep discussion with himself. The more adept would be able to sense the solidified spiritrons that the shinigami was using as a makeshift wall, and the ones with a closer bond with their zanpakutos would realise that the shinigami was most likely talking to his spirit. Or maybe he really was crazy, there were enough nutjobs in Seireitei after all. The few that actually knew him would be shocked that at noon, Darkoda Shin was not eating some poor restaurant out of food. He must be in the midst of a serious conversation to warrant temporarily forsaking food.

"You are not faster than me Kumori."

Standing a few feet in front of Shin, invisible to all but him, a purple haired fox girl was standing, giving her partner an amused smile at his belief that he could actually outrun her.

"Then explain your inability to keep up with me in your own spirit room."

"You don't walk, you teleport everywhere. I can sense you fading in and out of my spirit room."

It seemed that for once, Shin was actually winning a fight with Kumori. Shin's trademark smirk started to appear on his face, until Kumori started growing a smirk of her own.

"Oh really now, why don't we settle who is the faster one?"

The kitsune flicked her hand forward, and Shin was suddenly falling back as the spiritrons he was leaning on destabilised. Even though Shin's only visible reaction was slightly raising his eyes, Kumori could hear the stream of curses he was saying in his mind as he scrambled to keep from falling off the edge of the roof. It took some fast reflexes and a lot of effort to actually pull himself back on the roof, especially since someone was keeping the spiritrons around him from solidifying no matter what he did. He barely regained his footing when he was sent off the roof again; this time due to a shove from Kumori.

"Tag, you're it clumsy one."

Shin was a bit annoyed at getting thrown off a building twice though, and responded to Kumori's taunt with a flying kick aimed straight to the face, which she effortlessly ducked under.

"Heh, come on now, I know you can't be that slow." And with that, Kumori, vanished in a burst of Shunpo.

'Catch me if you can, little boy.'

'You want to play, fine, but remember, you started this.' Gathering spiritrons to his feet, Shin raced after his crazy zanpakuto spirit. He was going to beat that kitsune at her own game, and anyone who got in the way.... well it sucks to be them.

[kensei]

A man of roughly five foot ten walked down the streets of Seireitei with a annoyed look on his face. Face it Sagara, you got your ass handed to you because your nothing more then a pathetically weak kid! Shut your mouth Kasai or else im gonna come into my spirit room and kick your ass! You giant tin can of fire! The man had blood red hair that was formed into a pony tail and extended down to his mid back, except for the bangs that went down past his eyes all around his face. His golden eyes showed just how made he really was. Just face the facts Sagara, you are the most pathetic shingami in the world to lose a two on one! Even after I lent you some of my power! How could you do such a disgraceful thing! Now he had pushed Sagara over the edge. “LISTEN YOU OVER CONFIDENT PIECE OF ROSTED SHIT! THE ONLY REASON I LOST WAS BECAUSE I HAD TO FIGHT A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE BEFORE HIM!” At the moment he noticed that he was being watched by almost every shingami in a ten mile radius. “WHAT?!” He yelled to all of them as they all seemed to start whistling and keep walking. Hahahahaha! Nice going Sagara, you are now the most crazy person in Soul Society. Sagara rolled his eyes as he kept walking down his path.

Just when he thought his day couldn’t get any worse he was knocked down by none other the Shin. “YOU!” he yelled as he fell to the ground, only to have him step on his face. Not only did shin step on his face, but what seemed like hundreds of shingami’s steeping all over his body as they went about there business. What a horrid way to die! he thought to himself as he was being trampled on by countless shingamis. It’s the only death that you disserve Sagara, but I don’t wana go out like this myself Sagara’s eyes filled with anger as he pulled out his zanpakuto. “BURN KASAI!” As he pulled his zanpakuto out a wave of fire hit everyone walking over him. He pulled himself up and then sealed his zanpakuto as he made his way that shin was going. Making sure to step on a few people first though.

[Jukuma]

Days of terrifying turbulence were unfolding in the past days for the 5th Division in Sereitei. As the ones responsible for the defense of the entire Soul Society, their reputation hadn’t been precisely the best after the invasion that took place months ago orchestrated by some of the top Espada. None of the members of the Division really had the chance to show much cooperation and this had resulted in much criticism from others Squadrons. Yasuo himself, despite being the Vice-Captain of the Division didn’t even realize about the invasion in time and now authorities were making of this a great issue. The fact that it showed incompetence as a model to the lower ranking members of the Squad or that he displayed great lack of responsibility and ability for someone as high-ranking were just some of the many arguments that had been stalking him lately.

It was probably due to this that his Captain had appointed him to petty missions around the Sereitei. Although he hadn’t been demoted of his rank, the trust that was placed on him had definitely gone down exponentially; he was no longer let into some of the key defensive plans for the case of another Arrancar invasion (which, by the way, was becoming an actively discussed issue in the whole Soul Society) and his conversations with his Captain had decreased in number and relevance overall. Now, Yasuo was condemned to fulfil the uninteresting and probably unnecessary task of patrolling the streets of Sereitei with the sole company of unranked Shinigami in need of training divided in different areas. This, summed to the criticism he had received in the past weeks, had resulted on a frustration that was leading him to drink more, talk less, and ultimately sleep very little, which concluded on him being always in an extremely bad mood.

Yasuo’s deteriorated figure walked along one of the roads, his head at the same altitude as his chest while his eyes shifted from one group of Shinigami to the other. His job would’ve been more fun if at least there was some turmoil around the area, but all he saw was boring Death Gods doing their boring jobs in their boring lives. “I don’t deserve this, right Shirogarasu? It’s not my fault those hollow showed up!”

“…” It took a while for the spirit to respond, but after a few seconds of distracted silence, the sound of the crow-like entity resounded on its owner’s head. “You weren’t able to read a reiatsu several times greater than yours; I can’t defend your case at all.”

“It’s good to know I can always count on your absolute support, Shiro.” The Shinigami murmured in a tone of greatly exaggerated sarcasm. His relationship with his Zanpakuto, although full of mutual trust when it came to battle, was somewhat bad. Shirogarasu wasn’t a very communicative being, while Yasuo promoted conversations between the two if only so that they got to know each other better. “Sometimes I wonder if it would’ve been better to go down a rank or two instead of this, at least that way I could still…”

“There’s a spirit manifesting itself.” The Zanpakuto interrupted, revealing what he had been meditating a while ago. “It’s just jumping around from ceiling to ceiling with its owner, like the two of them are playing. I think they are coming this way too.”

Yasuo came to a sudden stop; if what Shirogarasu said was true then he had a reason to stop that team. In the first place, running around from ceiling to ceiling was dangerous when there were so many Shinigami coming and going in the area, and secondly, the walls were there for a reason and it wasn’t to be ignored. It wasn’t like Yasuo agreed with the logic behind that rule, but he couldn’t afford to ignore his own duties anymore.

Quickly thanking Shirogarasu for the message, Yasuo jumped on the ceiling and, once he caught sight of the dark-skinned Shinigami, he took advantage of his convenient positioning to quickly leap in front of him, blocking his path with an imposing presence and forcing him to stop with a sign of his hand. “What’s the rush? I don’t know what they taught in your Division, but here you have to take the roads.” The pirate-like Shinigami claimed in a routinely manner, like he was too used to doing that to actually enjoy it anymore.

[Darkoda]

'Come on Shin-chan, it's going to take more than that to catch me.'

Kumori wasn't kidding when she said she was fast. And she taking full advantage of being incorporeal to everyone but Shin or another zanpakuto spirit, by diving into the crowds, weaving between and through people without a care in the world. Shin did not fare as well, he had to go lower to keep track of the kitsune's movements, which resulted in a few shinigami having to dive out of the way of the speeding assassin. One unfortunate soul didn't move out of the way, and suffered the unpleasant feeling of having their face used as a ramp by Shin to jump back on the rooftops. That guy looked familiar thinking about it....

'Hey Kumori, do we know that redhead?'

'The one you just stepped on? Wasn't that the guy you fought at Division 11? Sagara was his name.'

Oh, that redhead. He wasn't going to appreciate getting stomped on either, ah well, not like Shin particularly cared. He did care about the guy who suddenly jumped in his path though.

“What’s the rush? I don’t know what they taught in your Division, but here you have to take the roads.”

Shin looked down at the guy with non-visible interest. He looked like.... well he looked like a pirate basically, between that black bandana, ripped sleeves and scar. Shin's gaze focused on the Vice-captain badge the guy had. Oh great, Inner defense.

"Don't you have better things to do with your time than chase after someone jumping on the rooftops? Like, I don't know, actually doing your job and making sure we don't have another hollow attack?"

Shin may have been just a bit annoyed with the 5th Division for failing to notice the Espada attack until it was far too late, thus being indirectly responsible for the subsequent rescue attempt, and the death of their captain. He actually liked the easygoing guy, and it was ridiculous that after that incident, the Vice captain could actually be bothering with trying to enforce some ancient rule that not even the captains followed.

"Go bother someone else, I have better things to do with my time. Along the lines of stabbing myself in the eye." With that, Shin took off with another burst of Shunpo, continuing his chase after Kumori who chose to wait around while he was talking with the pirate.

'You know he's likely to be pissed off right now.'

'His own fault, wasting time on nonsense instead of actually doing his job properly. Now on to more interesting matters.' Shin pointed his finger at Kumori and muttered something under his breath, smirking when Kumori's arms were suddenly bound in spiritual fabric, with some iron shafts keeping it in place.

'Bakudo #99, Seal. My latest toy, have fun.'

The smirk vanished when Kumori ripped through the fabric with a little effort though.

'Really now, if you want to bind me, at least use a spell you've mastered, Shin-chan.' The kitsune then once again dived into the crowded streets, forcing Shin to the ground after her.

"Well, at least I'm on the ground now you incompetent pirate." Shin just couldn't resist shouting that out.

[kensei]

OOC: Sorry its so short!

Sagara jumped onto the roof tops as he made his way to catch up to Shin. It is time he paid him back for what happened and won his honor back. How are YOU going to catch up to him, you don’t even know shunpo! Patience! I will fallow him till he stops! As he said this he jumped into the air and flew off after him. It’s a good thing we aren’t near the gates right now. He passed a Vice captian of the most incompetent division in the world, inner defense. He had to almost fight the espada to get them to go back to hueco mundo cause they couldn’t do there job! Slowly the distance between sagara and shin was growing greater. “ILL KILL YOU DARKODA SHIN!”

[Jukuma]

((OOC: When I said the Inner Defense could not do their job I meant they weren’t able to defeat the Espada...which they tried. I haven’t read the whole arc but Akuhei had not joined the site yet, so t is assumed they did put up some resistance. Point being that the only one who didn’t do his job was Yasuo, don’t attack the whole Division or else Chanchan will be mad at me...))
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"Go bother someone else, I have better things to do with my time. Along the lines of stabbing myself in the eye."

Normally, Yasuo’s reaction would have been a violent response and an instant chase after the wrongdoer, but the part of himself that still cared for the little bit of decency there was to his name somehow managed to keep him from going berserk. Yasuo’s face darkened into an obvious expression of contained wrath as he looked down to the floor and counted from one to ten in a low voice. That he received criticism from his superiors was one thing, but that a Shinigami with a rank clearly lower than his own was something he didn’t tolerate even in his days of best mood and this was certainly the worst time for that to happen.

“As if anyone would enjoy doing this kind of crap!” he murmured to himself, even though the other Shinigami had already left, he felt that if he didn’t say it out loud he would end up beating somebody, anybody up. “Everyone knows I can’t read reiatsu at long distances, I don’t get reported on the invasion and nonetheless it’s still my entire fault! And that doesn’t give weaklings the right to look down on me like that!” He turned around to see the Shinigami pursuing an invisible opponent further in the distance, using techniques on what was nothing more than thin air. “Given the situation, I have to enforce these laws anyways so don’t think you are getting away just because you act tough.”

Yasuo was finally recovering from the wrath attack and preparing to follow the offender when yet another Shinigami, red haired this time, passed right beside him jumping at a considerably fast pace after the dark-skinned individual, letting his reiatsu run totally free. Now it wasn’t rage but monotony and tiredness what got over him; as if he didn’t have enough with the first malefactor, now he had to deal with a redhead that publicly attempted to kill a fellow Shinigami as well.

“People really don’t care at all for those rules, do they?” Shirogarasu, who had still been present all that time, asked his wielder without interest.

“How did you guess...?”

"Well, at least I'm on the ground now you incompetent pirate." He heard the shouting in the distance.

Something inside of Yasuo’s head ringed and marked the limit of his patience. An evil grin covered his face while he punched the palm of his left hand with his right fist as his fiery eyes directed themselves to the two Shinigami. “Infraction of traffic rules, riot promotion disregards for authority notice and disrespectful mannerism towards a superior; other than the lack of respect its pure bullcrap but I think I can get away with a small beating.” The ViceCaptain murmured with a wicked tenor to his voice.

“What about the redhead?” Shirogarasu asked, more out of curiosity than concern.

“Bah, I’ll warn him while I wipe the floor with the four-eyed freak.” The pirate-like Shinigami said without giving that as much importance. He took a racing start position and, after building up some strength on his legs, he disappeared in a flash, going after the two Reapers.

[Darkoda]

“Hmm, is this really as fast as you can go?”

Kumori was having very little effort keeping ahead of Shin. She was literally skipping in the air, and still moving faster than her host who was running full force after her.

“If this is all that you’re capable of, then how do you intend to keep up with real Shunpo?”

“What are you going on about?”

“I meant this.”

Okay, that was surprising. On the meant, Kumori completely vanished from sight, and was right behind him before she finished her sentence. The surprising part though, was that this time, Shin was sure that she actually moved that fast.

“This is real speed Shin-chan. I suppose it’s my own fault for not telling you that Shunpo was a bit more than simply gathering spiritrons from the beginning, but really, you should have noticed something was off long ago when everyone was fully capable of keeping up with you somewhat.”

She had a point there. Shin couldn’t help it if he was dense with things that concerned himself, that was what Kumori was supposed to tell him about. The part about her practically lying to him was a moot point; Kumori never did tell him things without messing with him a bit. Damn evil fox.

“Granted, you are definitely moving faster than someone with no practice, and you are quite fast in your own right, but you aren’t keeping up with the evil fox demon like this.”

Very subtle way of saying that she violated his mind yet again. The smirk just adds to the mystery, not obvious at all.

“Fine, fine enough fun at my expense, are you actually going to tell me everything this time?” Seriously, time to get to the point. This wasn’t helping him become the fastest being in existence any.

“So impatient, I already told you how.”

At that she grabbed hold of Shin and they both vanished. Shin was having his first experience of real Shunpo speeds, and needless to say, he was a bit disoriented. That only lasted about half a minute though before he started focusing and was capable of seeing the objects he was flying past, instead of a series of blurs. It had quite the thrill to it, moving so fast that everyone appeared to be standing still, feeling the very air give way to your pace.

“Step one; gain a good enough reaction time to be capable of following these kinds of speeds. You already have that so we get to skip to step 2; build your endurance and speed until you can move at these speeds.”

Kumori finally returned to her original skipping pace, and Shin noted that they were only about fifty feet or so ahead of the pirate and the redhead, although Kumori was clearly going faster than both of them. He knew that the redhead was following him for awhile; even if he didn’t feel his reiatsu he would have known from his promises of death. If he wanted to get beaten down again, he had to at least catch up.

“I circled Seirietei twice during my little lecture Shin-chan, you looked like you were enjoying the rush.” Well of course he was; he liked going fast, he never made any attempt to hide that.

“Here’s a test for you; keep away from your stalkers. You should be capable of that at least.” The kitsune then threw Shin straight forward, at which point he quickly righted himself and stood floating in the sky; he was expecting something of the sort long ago from her.

“I suggest you start running unless you want them to catch up.” There she was, ahead of him already.

“Tch, I’m not wasting my time on those clowns.” Gathering even more spiritrons than usual, Shin took off after Kumori.

[kensei]

Sagara yelled furiously as he saw Shin vanish and, he tracked his movements as he saw them go around all of Seirietei and then almost instantly was back infront of him. Now that is a shunpo. Shut up, I know he is faster then me, and that spirit of his is eve faster. Now how am I going to get to him fast enough. Sagara had also noticed a rather strange looking fellow falowing shin as well. “That guy looks like a pirate..” “Hahaha, he sure dose, doesn’t he? Said Kasai standing right next to sagara. “THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” he said as he looked at the demon of fire. Standing at near six feet with blood red armor and blades coming from the back of his armor and his legs, he held two black swords that where burning with a eternal flame that seemed to come straight from the pits of hell. What I thought I would stretch my legs and show you how to actually catch someone you weak little shit. AS kasai said this he instantly was in front of Shin’s spirit. Hello fox. SEE HOW HARD WAS THAT?! he called back to Sagara who now was burning with anger that Kasai was showing him up. He then ran at a new speed filled with anger and hatred. The hell is he talking to anyway! Fucking guy talking to the air again. Unless it is another spirit.
OOC: once again i am sorry for it being short i just dont know what to add.

[Jukuma]

Yasuo had never been trained on the usage of Shunpo. It wasn’t just the extent of simply not being good at it, he hadn’t even been able to figure out how to perform it correctly by watching it the dozens of times he had so far. It was however, a good thing, that Shunpo wasn’t made for persecutions or escapes.

“Shunpo takes time to cool down for about one or two seconds after being used and during that time the user is either still or doesn’t move as fast... Which means if I move” Yasuo murmured to himself so fast that it was impossible for anyone to understand what he was saying had it been audible to any of the presents in the first place. “I’m faster than him, I’m faster than him!” he concluded while a small vein on his forehead began to grow to a dangerously greater size.

“What are you murmuring?” the voice of the extravagant crow sounded inside of his head with far more clarity than his conscience at the moment. “If you need help, I...”

‘Shaddup!’ he thought back to silence the voice in his head ‘Who needs help to catch a fly like that one?’ he then smiled widely as his face began to switch into a more sadistic expression.

Yasuo was well-known in his Squad for two different things, one was his aggressive behavior and his little patience, except for serious occasions, and the other was that, far from being a balanced fighter, he was lacking skill in techniques such as Kido, Shunpo or reiatsu reading (as shown very recently); however, he always managed to make up for it with his physical abilities. Other than probably his Captain, he was unparalleled in terms of physical strength and swordsmanship in his Division, and his reflexes allowed him to fight evenly with opponents slightly faster than him. Why was this relevant to know? Because even in running, he was able to take on practically anybody solely with his raw physical strength, and it was this that qualified him as a Vice-Captain despite his lack of displacement techniques.

After taking in a big, deep breath and leaving his mind blank for a second to concentrate his strength on his legs, he pushed himself against the roofs with terrifying strength repeatedly with both legs and soon reached an acceleration and, consequently, speed, that was hard to believe was it not being contemplated at the moment. He was putting so much strength into it that every time he stepped on one of the rooftops, several tiles would fly off on random directions. He was, however, running on a straight line and only God knew if he would be able to turn given the momentum he was building up now. Nonetheless, the distance between him and the other Shinigami that had had the guts to insult his pride further than the humiliation he already felt was decreasing little by little.

“You are truly a beast, Yasuo” the voice inside of his head murmured, showing a tone of annoyance or exhaustion rather than admiration.

‘Run, run, run...’ was the only word that the Shinigami repeated over and over again, his eyes fixed on a now fairly close target.
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((OOC: we need a twist, this is getting a bit monotonous...))

[kruzy]

Sake was scanning yhe gates as he sensed a bit of activity around the Seireitei. Knowing that there wasn't a captain for inner defense, he thought that what other captain should intervein and find out what was going on. If somthing was in the seireitei, they must've gotten through the gates in the first place, meaning it was his responsibilty to find out what it was anyways.

With a sudden disperse in the air, he was gone. He followed the sense that became three shinigami running through the city streets and roof tops, as if a total playground.

"Kids.... they should be re-building things, not playing tag.." He muttered to himself. Easily catching up to the first two running... he stopped about twenty feet in front, then sensed the other shinigami running in front of them, and ackwardly vanished in front of the two... the appearing in front of the lead man.

Sake's zanpaktou shuddered, telling him that basically there was another being present, yet un-seen to the other soul reapers.
"Must be a lowly tag with a man and his zanpaktou's natural form" He guessed thinking to himself.

"SO....... you three are just playing around? does this meet as a training experience, or silly game of tag?
Sake said aloud to the the lead man (Darkoda).

Sake's white robe blew in the wind, as he folded his arms over one another. Standing directly in the path of where Darkoda was going to be heading. Also giving the other VC and squad eleven member to catch up.

[Darkoda]

Kumori stopped right in front of Sagara’s freaky armour wearing zanpakuto spirit, giving him a cheerful wave “Hello armour guy. Educating your wielder on how to do things properly too? Im sure that Sagara can’t be any worse than dealing with the gullible one I have to put up with.”

Kumori probably had more to rant about, but it was put to a quick end by Shin stomping on her head.

I can hear you Kumori.

Shin wasn’t crazy enough to stay in the same general area after doing that though, thus he quickly made himself scarce.

Really, it’s the attack of the loons today; first Kumori, then a pirate, and that monkey Sagara to complete the three stooges. What’s going to happen next?

He heard the distinct sound of roofs being wrecked, and glanced behind him to see the pirate charging at him like a rabid bull. It didn’t look like too much of a problem to deal with, he could have simply started twisting around, but it was so much more fun to just knock the guy off-balance.

“Bakudo # 61, Rikujōkōrō”

Getting stopped by that Bakudo would be uncomfortable at best; getting it slammed into you when running at full speed was going to hurt. Shin was hoping to loss of breath and extreme chest pain.

His musing on the kind of pain the pirate would be in was cut short by the intervention of another shinigami, and a captain to boot. At least it wasn’t his vice-captain; he really didn’t want to explain this mess to him.

Figures, now we add Captain sarcasm to the mix.

"SO....... you three are just playing around? does this meet as a training experience, or silly game of tag?

“Well, technically it is a training experience, at least for me. Those guys just want to kill me for some reason.”

It wasn’t a lie – it really was training for him. It didn’t start that way, but it was training right now. And he didn’t need the other two clowns catching up to him – that could only end in a very destructive fight and get him into real trouble. Beating them up sounded fun, but not worth getting Tsuno pissed.

[Jukuma]

Yasuo was finally beginning to catch up with the four-eyed bastard that had disobeyed him a while ago; his legs moved faster every second and he was getting more and more aggressive with each step he made. He was building a lot of momentum and it was hard to tell if he would be able to stop even if he wanted at that point, but he was a bit to concentrated on his target to actually think about that and his plan was more around the lines of losing speed by crashing against him.
'Run, run, run...run?' Yasuo’s repetitive trail of thought was interrupted by a sudden stop of his persisting prey as he got closer. He barely had time to react to what was going to happen, but as soon as he noticed the guy with the glasses was doing what seemed most likely a kido, “Tch.” he had time to curse something in a low voice before he landed one his right feet on the next ceiling.

"Bakudo # 61, Rikujôkôrô", said the man with the sunglasses while pointing his hand at him.

With the speed Yasuo was moving at, when he pushed forward with the only feet he had in contact with the rooftop of the building, he was propelled up in the air with enough velocity to dodge the six, yellow shining rods that appeared where he had been seconds ago.

He had used way too much strength at that moment and his jump displaced him not only past the man that had insulted him (to his interpretation) earlier, but also past the Captain, whose presence he still hadn’t noticed. ‘I can see why I lack respect from people, but now he is just underestimating me...’ he had time to think while in the air. ‘I guess I’ll have to explain him the reason why I am Vice-Captain and he isn’t.’ he continued thinking while resting his hand on the hilt of his Zanpakuto.

As soon as he landed on a building behind Sake, he turned around with the clear intention of charging once again, but the image of the newcomer distracted him and forced him to stop. He was surprised when he recognized the person judging by his white haori and the fact that his head was bald. “C-Captain Kruzyama!” he murmured in a low voice, letting go of his Zanpakuto’s handle and standing straight.

"SO....... you three are just playing around? does this meet as a training experience, or silly game of tag?"

"Well, technically it is a training experience, at least for me. Those guys just want to kill me for some reason."

“Tch, like you didn’t know.” Yasuo responded, not able to hide his tone of annoyance and resentment towards the seated officer. On normal conditions, he would have shouted those words and continue the process of beating up the crook, but with a Captain in front, he thought it wouldn’t be the best course of action to take. “I don’t know where you got it that you could ignore your superiors when they address you, trash.”

[kensei]

Sagara fell to the ground and said. “YOU WANT ME TO CATCH UP KASAI!” He yelled as he started to run across thee houses. Proving to be just as slow as flying, so with his rage he started to jump forward, gliding across the tops of the houses. In under two minutes he had already caught up with them. “Darkoda! You little piece of shit! Its time for some pay back!” As he said this he cracked his knuckles.