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Hunting the Hunter
"Hey, slow down a little!"
Mikado spat as he sped through Naruki City at breakneck speeds as though he were a bat out of hell. Giving chase to a Hollow that had unusually high speed and above average intelligence, he tried his hardest to avoid any civilian casualties as the humongous beast he was hunting lept from building to building, it's Minotaur-like shape leaving a trail of property damage due to its hulking form and heavy feat. Whether through the trees or atop the entire apartment complex. With every step it caused something akin to a small earthquake, it's stomping sending a reverberating shake through much of the surrounding area.
The Hollow stopped abruptly, before turning on its heels in Mikado's direction; its jaw opened wide, to the point where cracks could be seen at either edge of its mouth. A large crimson orb began to build within it, with another deafening roar the large wave of energy was let loose! A sonic boom could be heard all around as normal humans scattered about frantically from what to them was an abrupt crash.
To make matters worse, nearly the entire area was bathed in an eery red aura as the blast tore through the area and headed straight for Mikado. "Shit!" He swore as he thrust out both hands, palms facing toward the energy wave itself. Did he attempt to catch it? To stop it's barreling through the city with his bare hands?
"Here goes nothing," Mikado whispered to himself as he emitted his reiatsu in the form of blue flames and shot them towards the oncoming wave. The fire swirled around the attack, not meeting it for a head-on collision which would undoubtedly do more harm than good. As the fire engulfed the Hollow's energy, creating would best be described as a fire tornado, it soon began to shrink down in size and ferocity moment by moment. The spiritual fire began to incinerate the blast that it had carried within itself until it was reduced to nothingness. With that disaster averted...
"Ok, that's enough playing "Mr. Nice Guy"," Mikado spoke with a steely resolve. Unsheathing his sword from the sheath strapped across his back. The base of the blade began to flare up into the sword itself, completely. With one motion of, Mikado was able to appear in front of the Hollow and deliver a clean, vertical blow that would split the Hollowfied mask in half. The creature let out a screech as it was slain, it's body breaking down into ash.
However, a noise that almost sounded like a teenage girl crying within the scattering dust of the monster that formerly stood in her place. Wearing a yellow sundress and sandals, she attempted to wipe away her tears to no avail as she sobbed. Her brown hair was a matted mess as it fell around her shoulders, due to her placing her head in her hands in desperate fear.
Mikado walked up to her and placed a calm, yet reassuring hand on her shoulders. She looked up towards him, tears streaming down her cherub face. "I- I don't know where I am." She told Mikado, trying to catch her voice from breaking.
Mikado only smiled at her, "You're in a better place, now." He assured her before he took the Zanpakutō the Central 46 presented to him after the realization that he had none of his own hit them. With a small tap to her forehead, Mikado sent the girl on her way to the Soul Society. Her body was bathed in white light before dispersing into the afterlife. Mikado's smile at a job well-done soon fell from his face as he turned to look over his shoulder.
"You know, talking to a person is always better than staring at them from afar. Especially when you're this obvious about it. So come out now, I promise I don't bite."
What a clever lad. To think he had finally caught onto her presence after being oblivious all this time. If anything it showed steady growth on his behalf —so this was what the Central 46 had come to feel so indifferent about. An entity who could adapt so instinctively to his surroundings… yes, this one had trouble written all over him. Mikado Amarante, as he were named, was nothing more than a red flag in the eyes of the Soul King.
"My, my, seems you're far more observant than I gave you credit for," the words of Asahi Kurosaki echoed through Mikado's approximate vicinity. Where the sound of her voice was coming from was exactly unknown, but the form of a highly voluptuous and well endowed woman eventually unveiled itself from within the shadows —literally.
Asahi's form surfaced from the shadow of a nearby building, rising slowly until the entirety of her shapely, hourglass figure could be comprehended in all. Said bust was tucked into an elaborate black and white kimono-esque robe, not unlike that of the standard Shinigami garb yet noticeably different. She bore wild, vermilion hair, assorted into a bun with an eyepatch of all things covering one side of her face. Her visage, while intricately woven with defined cheekbones and sharp, attractive features, bore strange marks and patterns, almost as if conveying another language in and of itself. A katana was strapped at her waist.
She was now sitting on the roof of a tall building, the thickness of her left thigh crossed tightly over that of her left; both limbs dangling of the edge. Asahi feasted her immediate gaze upon the substitute shinigami from her place above, a sly smirk playing along the softness of her plump, pink lips. Her hands broke out into a gentle applause.
"Perhaps you're strong, but I don't know that yet. I couldn't muster much of an opinion on you nor truly gauge your strength through your battle just now. So might you display it for me again one more time?" Her statement was neither a question nor a suggestion. Nay, judging by the action she made henceforth, it was a command.
For with another clap the sky darkened; the air itself directly above the curvaceous red haired woman began to crack, ripple, and weave, until a portal blacker than even the darkest night shattered into reality. From within, a far more menacing threat emerged, firstly showing its hands as it tore open the portal further until its long mellow stature could step into the current realm.
It was a Gillian, supposedly summoned through the power of the woman sitting casually atop the building. But if that were true, then it was more than probable that she too was behind the mastermind behind the attack of the minotaur hollow Mikado had just silenced moments prior.
What was her intention in bringing further harm to Naruki City? Only time would tell… but for now Mikado had a challenge in the form of a Menos, which was wasting little time in getting to know its new surroundings. A red ball formed at the hollow's beak, its mark set on the substitute shinigami.