7th Division

[shane]

It would seem antons fight had drawn some attention. He was the new guy after all. Amongst the crowd, 2 in particular would normally stand out, but here, they were able to blend quite well. The dancer like lady, with the nice rack, that had been the judge of antons strength earlier, and the fukutaichou of the division, sitting of course so his helmet wouldn't give him away.

The lady herself had blended in to the crowd, the only part visible to anton, would be her head, and that was only if he were scanning the crowd. No tellign if he could actually pick her out. Still, she, along with the fukutaichou seemed interested in this little battle. It would seem she had placed a bet with the fuku. She on anton to win, and the fuku on the opponent. But this bet wouldnt entail money, or rations. No it was about duties. Whoever won this little wager, would get to be the one to show anton to his next level of training. Something they both enjoyed to no end.

[superbob]

Twisting the bokken between his fingers, Anton crouched down and got ready for the sparring match. Letting his senses take in everything surrounding him, he noticed that this little sparring match generated quite a buzz since it now seemed that most of the 7th division decided to see what the rookie had.

”Alright boy, lets see how long you can last” the man said as he lunged forward with both hands on his bokken, swinging down, the attack aimed at splitting anton’s head.

The attack was easy to read since it came directly in, and the man wasn’t that fast. Bringing up his own bokken to block it, he realized what this man excelled in, and that was strength. But, strength along wouldn’t help this man win since all you needed were tactics to beat strength. By quickly shifting his weight, Anton was able to redirect the attack off to his right side and into the ground. Following through with the movement, he landed a solid kick to the side of his face which knocked him off to the side.

Pressing the attack, he jumped forward, striking out with his bokken across his body. His hope to catch the man off guard didn’t pay off as his bokken was easily blocked and parried.

Strong was an understatement for this man as he easily threw back Anton’s attack with just one hand on his bokken. Then, by just turning his hips, he twisted his wrist and swung the bokken sideways, connecting with Anton’s side, lifting him a bit off of the ground and off to the side.

The power behind the attack was amazing as it actually lifted him off of the ground and a couple feet through the air. Landing on his feet, he gritted through the pain as he parried the next downward strike off to his side again. The counter attack was different this time as Anton shifted his weight forward and with one quick step, he launched his knee right into his opponent’s solar plexus.

It was a solid hit and it was evident because his opponent doubled over, so he used this chance swung his bokken at his head. Well, once again his attack was blocked but this time by the man’s hand.

While expected, the punch was still incredibly strong as it rocked Anton back on his heels. Looking around, his vision was quite blurry and darkness had began to fill the sides.

Stumbling backwards, he put up his left hand to his now quite bloody forehead to try to wipe some of the blood out of his eyes. These futile attempts were replaced by the need to end this match soon as Anton took one deep breath and then lunged forward.

Instead of blocking it, his opponent decided to counter attack and attempt to end it with one swing. Once again, the actual swing was quite easy to avoid as Anton side stepped the downward attack and lashed out with his bokken. The wood connected solidly with his face and it cracked a bit, but Anton didn't stop there as he used the momentum from the swing to turn his body which allowed him to land a spinning roundhouse kick to the same spot the bokken struck. The flurry of attacks toppled the man off to his side and onto the ground.

"Very good boy, very good. But, before it seems like i'm actually having a hard time with such a low recruit like you, i'll end this match" he said as he stood back up and grabbed the bokken. With his excess strength came quite a bit of speed as well and in two incredibly quick steps, he was next to the boy as he planted the wood of the bokken across Anton's back which knocked the air out of the boy and sent him staggering.

I guess this is my limit then Anton thought as he stumped to the ground and couldn't move or breathe. "It was fun, we should do it again sometime" he added as he finally caught his breath. The rest of the group, eager to see the next sparring match, gave him his zanpakutou back as they carried him out of the ring and to a place where he could recuperate from the match.

[Nicho Kiennes]

"Perception is a bitch but i guess we never really spoke much whilst you were Fuku, i always do this to 7th members. Don't take offence, just carrying on an old tradition i suppose. Although perhaps you actually consider that statement, what do you really know other than what you see? Anyway enough crap can i have this one too? Nicho grinned at the guard who was ignoring him, "Nothing much but if there were lingering side effects of the were-virus then i would like to study him to the data the Quincy gave me before i killed him. There might be an interesting mutation of the virus lingering in his genetic make up that may need to be addressed. The cure was after all developed by the Quincy not me. I must be sure that there was not a hidden plan behind it, it would look bad if another scientist got one over me."

He shrugged and sighed before Takashi's voice blabbered at him over his com' piece. He ignored it and carried on talking to Kaisen.
"That and i never understood torturing someone without an intent of knowledge being involved, i never have once done it for fun or for any other reason than to extract data. Especially to torture someone who is simply mentally or physically ill, kinda seems counter productive. Especially since Axel did far worse things as a Taichou and was never so badly punished for it, i mean fine i was always cleaning up his mess, but come on Kaisen. You 7th might relish the idea of blood, battle and self torture but you all do it willingly, this is not the same."

Nicho sighed and shook his head sending his red hair flying about. With a shrug he clicked his tongue looked on into the division.
"Despite common belief there is method to my madness you know." His words were mocking as he grinned at the 7th Taichou. "Anyway sometimes the old men have to show their faces. Wouldn't like people forgetting me."

[shane]

"now who would want to forget you? you're such a great guy" kaisen said mockingly, walking past nicho, taking in his words. A now amused, yet cocky smile playing on his lips.

"It would seem you focus on only what you yourself can gain. If it doesnt benefit you, then why carry it out. Or atleast, thats the understanding i get from what you just said. But We are not taking over his punishment just for shits and giggles you know. There have been others that have gone through the same treatment he is getting. It shows ones true metal as a shinigami. It tests their will. You must not know as much about our torture expert as i credit you to. You see, physical torture he does, when the recipient needs it. Toughening up, or punishment on some occasions. But his special abilities, allow him to get into peoples mind. They are tested, to see if they can hack it. Sometimes, they cant. And most often go insane. But sometimes, just sometimes, when theres a strong willed, excellent specimen. Their resolve grows. They try harder, push further. Seiryoku is a bti extreme. But he can be rather effective too." kaisens eyes moved to the door, as the hooded seiryoku pulled mikama behind him. He had been cleaned up since the 6th display, his student uniform and all. In fact, the only noticable difference, would be mikamas mental exhaustion, as his body was in fairly decent shape.

"He's all yours, mister scientist." kaisen said, grinning, as seiryoku gave nicho a rather unpleasant look. Not in an attempt to intimidate. No that would be pointless. Rather a look of disgust, for having been interrupted midway through his fun.

"Later" kaisen finished, appearantly dismissing nicho, and his new test subject from the division. He didnt intend it as a flaunt in jurisdiction or power, rather, he had more pressing matters, and this man, that had been his mentors rival, was rather annoying. And definitely a distraction, as he couldnt trust the mad scientist. Turning his back, he dismissed seiryoku back to his duties, and turned to walk to the small taichous office. It was time to catch up on that blasted paperwork they were so fond of giving him.

[Nicho Kiennes]

Nicho took the boy and sighed at his state. "Sadistic crap legitimized by florid prose, doesn't make it right." With a sigh Nicho wondered what he would do with the boy now. Supposed he could take some blood samples amongst perhaps some verbal communication. raising a hand ropes of Reiatsu wrapped around the boy and lifted him into the air slightly. Nicho wasn't that tall or physically strong, there wasn't much point in carrying a dead weight body about.

"Later." Nicho replied to the last word given by the 7th Taichou and walked over the bridge and out of the 7th. He'd head back to the 12th and wait outside the gate until things were over. He had some equipment with him for a variety of situations.

[godslafco]

(I guess I have time for this now....)

Rayf staggered back into the division, his mind blanking on where he actually was before. He walked with the sort of desperation that indicated that he had been in a tough situation, but his body was not covered in cuts or wounds of any sort.

Where he had been, and what made him look so desperate was forgotten. He was in the 7th now, after his hiatus from active duty, Rayf stumbled farther into the division.

Bumping into a shinigami, Rayf looked around, the crowd in his face perking a deep instinct. The instinct of valor; apparently, seeing a fellow shinigami being attacked by senior comrades sparked this feeling in him.

What he would do though would be nothing. He would hope for the best but he wouldn't do anything as his fear still overrided any noble feelings he had.

[shane]

the divisions fukutaichou was the one to win this little wager. His form moving to the arena just in time to grab an arm, dragging him along.

"As i thought, that woman expected too much outta you." came the deep burly voice, as anton was drug through the crowd.

"She does that alot. underestimating brute force, and believing too much in the goodness of people. Theres too many around that will do ANYTHING to win." they came to stop outside what looked like a closet door. It was small, and out of the way. In all honesty, it looked so insignificant, that alot of the weaker 7th members who had moved up to that level, had no idea it was even there.

Opening the door, a secret staircase was revealed, leading down into the dank underbelly of the 7th. Anton would be able to get up by now, if he hadnt already done so. If he didnt, he'd simply be tossed down the stairs.

After a few moments of climbing down the staircase, the sound of metal clashing soon became appearant. The further down they got, the louder the battle seemed, even cheers could be heard now. Then, the stairs evened off, a door in front of them. The fukutaichou opened it, walking into the observation deck, of what looked like a gladiator style arena.

"ah, level 5. This is one of the greatest training arenas in all of soul society fresh meat. In this arena, you are pushed to, and beyond your limits. In life and death situations, is where the truly strong prevail. When your lazy ass is ready, this will be where your training picks up." The fuku stood tall, watching the proud warriors below, honoring their bravery, and dedication. He stood silent, letting anton take in the sights.

[superbob]

It took him a couple minutes to compose himself and he was just about to stand up again when a giant hand grabbed him by his back and began to drag him away. It wasn’t until he reached a wall with a very inconspicuous door that he was able to stand up and look at the man who dragged him all the way over here.

Once inside of the doorway and heading down the stairs behind the Fukutaichou, Anton could hear it, the sounds of metal clanging, below. The sounds of excitement and battle made its way easily to his ears and he could feel himself begin to get excited.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs and entered the second door, his estimations were confirmed as he looked down upon an arena where the men below fought not like shinigami, but gladiators fighting for the pure enjoyment of battle. When watching the sight, one couldn’t help but enjoy the spectacle of battle and to allow a primal feeling to take over.

“Lets do it then” Anton said with a smile as he looked back up at the fuku.

[shane]

the fukus smile was hidden, by the dark, mettalic mask that covered his face.

"you think you're ready now? HAHAHA. If you have the confidence, then go. Get in the arena, soon as this match ends. I have no doubt you'll have a challenger of equal skill in no time. You see, each challenger to enter the arena is read like a book, then someone of equal or close to the same ability, is thrust in with them. That way, eachc individual is put to the test. No one gets off easy. And theres no overconfident downfalls. But, injuries aren't accounted for. You're hurt? get over it. " the mans eyes had shifted back to the arena, as a zanpaktou cleaved the opponents head from his shoulders.

"Ah, looks like that fights over." he said, turning back to anton, to see if he would rest, and recover, or simply dive in head first.

((ok, simple enough, one on one fights here, for now. You can rp your opponent yourself, or ask pretty much anyone to make an npc to fight you. If you want me to, just lemme know. But anyone you ask, can make a npc for this arena. Only rules are, the npc is at the saem level as your main character. and No kidou or reiatsu. They will be a member of the 7th after all.))

[superbob]

“A fight to the death then, I see, you can’t get an exact level of someone’s power unless they’re forced to fight for their lives.” Anton said as the fight below ended with one of the fighters losing his head.

It was his turn to fight, his turn to survive so he jumped over the railing of the observation deck and landed in the arena below. Looking around, he could hear people watching but because of the way the arena’s lighting was set up, the crowd was almost completely invisible.

Drawing his zanpakutou, he held it loosely in his hand as he waited for his opponent to step forward.

[shane]

shortly after the new arrival landed in the arena, another walked in, cool as a cucumber. His breathing was steady, and his face showed a rather dull look. He was of average height, being about 5'10", and his build was a bit on the athletic side.

After a quick smile, upon seeing anton, he drew his zanpaktou, taking his own ready stance. He held his zanpaktou in one hand, his other out in front.

"Lets see if you do any better then that little weak display we just got, outside" the appearantly cocky man said, before charging in. His zanpaktou lifted above his shoulder, before swinging down, aimed to split antons head in two.