Kyone Tenpouin - Missions (TRAINING POSTS)

Rukongai seeped with utter dread as two blades clashed against each other in a torrent of otherworldly blows. Cracks littered the earth below their feet, reaching far and wide to join with the shattered glass of broken windows and deadly silence in the distance. A single blade soared through the air as the green eyed warrior held the blade without a single hint of skill, striking out with slash after slash upon the second figure.

He finally punctured the human stomach and ripped his nodaichi upwards, cracking its way through bone as blood dripped downwards. Kyone looked at the corpse of his opponent blankly before turning to meet his other opponents, a group of six armed to the teeth. The Tenpouin knew he was going to win though, there wasn't a single doubt in his mind. Scum like this deserved to die, they were worse than the Hollow kind.

The first attacker roared forward, drool shining as he gripped an axe in his two bare hands. Yet, something happened. Spiritual pressure lashed forward, washing over the man as Kyone stared straight into a pair of fearful eyes. Finally the axe holding man fell to his knees, vomiting up his breakfast, shaking in sheer utter terror from the unleashed pressure, having felt nothing like it before.

His heart stopped.

The second man didn't fair much better, being sliced literally in half by the long nodaichi, organs falling to the floor in a rain of red. There wasn't a inch of pity to spare in the destruction of the now-corpse, a dry sigh echoing down the blood-tattered road. It was like a welcome, and an end, for the four remaining punks. Would they accept it? No, of course they wouldn't. Thus, their ends came just as fast too.

The third male was probably the worst off, steel penetrating straight through legs before being yanked out to let him bleed to death in a sea of agony. His cries could be heard through the entire district, his legs cut in half as a pool of crimson slowly spread around the twitching body. It took him exactly sixty seconds for him to die, and every single one was spent begging for release from this pain, begging for death.

The fourth and fifth were simply beaten by blows to the head, skulls exploding like balloons. They died the fastest, as Kyone did not want to let his sword get any more dirty than it already was. His green eyes slowly fell upon the sixth, final man. He could smell the fear pouring off him, a dark patch spreading down the crotch vicinity. Yet, Kyone could only shake his head and bring up his hand, clenching it into a fist.

“You do not give mercy to your victims, so neither shall I.”

With that said he caved in his throat, a single blow echoing down the silent streets.

Mission Complete.