Raiding the Stands: Flushing out the Opposition

Shigeru Yuudai, his brother Teruo and Tyrell Nishiki sat in the background of the waiting area, as they pulled out of their scheduled fight with Team Hope in the first round in order to watch for any signs of Averian. So far, Yoshiro Kazuki and Kusaka Kori had said that an Arrancar, possibly Averian, had been watching their fights.

Right now, it was the second round fights and Yoshiro's Team were facing off against Team Nexus. Tyrell watched as Sojiro Kori and Aki Katsu fought, though he soon turned away as he wouldn't get a chance to see the result.

"Guys, we should probably start by searching the crowds. We'll each wear a cloak and hide our faces. Hopefully," He said, turning back to see Sojiro firing off a double Kidō attack, "we'll get this done in time to watch the other battles." Sojiro was his mentor, and worry painted his features as he watched the closing moments of their fight.

"Come on." Shigeru said, gruffly. "I'd rather not wait to tomorrow to find Averian." He walked off, Teruo stepping up to Tyrell's side. "He'll be fine, even if he doesn't win. Yoshiro will be pretty pissed off at seeing one of his best friends beaten, so don't worry too much, eh?" Teruo squeezed his shoulder and nodded, before turning to follow his brother.

He was right, so Tyrell turned to follow them. He hated not being able to help, though. Sojiro may have been the annoying, dutiful Shinigami who recruited him into Soul Societies military all those months ago; but he'd proven himself a good, trustworthy friend and a stalwart ally. "Good luck, Sojiro." He ducked out of the room and caught up to the Yuudai brothers.

"Okay, time to strategise." Teruo said, and a sour expression crossed both Tyrell and Shigeru's face. "Are you being serious?" The two answered in unison. Tyrell grinned and continued on. "We find Averian or his generals, kick them about the place, then head back and report to Kenji and Yoshiro." Smiling, Shigeru put his arm around the red-haired youngster. "You see this kid? I think ol' Shigeru done good findin' him! I couldn't have put that summary together any bloody better myself."

The two bumped fists, though Teruo shook his head and separated them quickly. "Think what you both will, but we need to plan our approach, or the entire crowd will know what we're planning. Tyrell," The youngster raised his head, flexing his large muscles, "you follow around the northern stand and move inward. Shigeru," He looked around, smile still there from earlier, "you go eastward and move inward as well. I'll take the west."

Tyrell rolled his eyes and rested a hand on the hilt of his zanpakutō, trying his best not to visualize himself strangling Teruo right there and then. "We get it. I'll take the south - I mean the north - and move inward." The mistake was purposeful, and Shigeru being the annoyance that he was, picked up on it and laughed. "I'll see you both back here, then. Keep your wits, guys."

The atmosphere went from friendly and fun-loving to serious in the space of a few seconds. Shigeru put a hand on each of his allies shoulders before each placed their hands in the middle. "Since were not going into a decisive battle, I'll give ya the shortened version." They chuckled, knowing what was coming. "Have faith that our blades will not shatter. Have faith that our hearts will not waiver. And even if our paths should diverge, we all share a heart of iron." He smiled again.

"No "Swear that even if the ground beneath us should be rent asunder we will live and return to this place again" gonna get thrown in?" Tyrell said with a wry grin. "Well," Shigeru began, "I seriously doubt the grounds gonna get torn asunder and all that, so I left it out. But, for Tyrell's benefit, I'll say-" Teruo thumped him in the ribs. "Be proud of how you have taken that chant and turned it into nothing more than an amusement for you both." He sounded and looked angry, so both dropped the subject. "Let's go." Teruo said, vanishing with a Shunpo.

Tyrell and Shigeru shared an exasperated sigh before Shigeru too vanished and Tyrell took to the skies with a powerful leap. He still had no talent for Shunpo beyond using it to float. His senses told him that Sojiro had lost, though he hadn't went down without a fight. Yoshiro was fighting now, and by the feel of things, he'd just donned his hollow mask. Taking off towards the north stand of the arena, Tyrell lowered himself and reached for a discarded cloak sitting on a nearby seat. Sure, it was stealing, but this scouting mission was important.

Extending his senses outward, Tyrell stopped and made it look like he couldn't get a good view of the battle before moving on so it would give the appearance of a spectator trying to enjoy the match for anyone who caught a glimpse of him. "Now... where are you, Averian?" He felt like calling his name and seeing whether he jumped up or anything, but that would just blow their entire plan. "And it'd work so much quicker too." He sighed and took an empty seat as Yoshiro and Adam Martinez continued their fight.