Chapter Three.
The ground remained scorched for hours after the incident. Captain Sonaka reportedly felt 'bemused,' and ordered a company member to bring him five more cups of tea, which he dispatched with remarkable vigour. After he finished his drinks, he ordered his lieutenant to join him in his room.
"What have you found out about the assailant, Honten?" Jakara injuired.
"He simply was a nobody, Captain." Honten replied, "He took twice as long to graduate as an average soul reaper, and barely finished at that. I asked around for anyone who knew him, and no-one knew of any grudge he bore towards you."
"I already realised that his actions were not his own, and I know that his powers were not his own," Jakara sighed, "and this confirms it. We either have a traitor amongst us, or some unknown enemy has appeared, and he has the power of possession and power projection." Jakara slumped into an armchair he had stolen from someone in the world f the living, a concerned look on his face. This whole affair puzzled him. The spiritual pressure from the explosion seemed familiar, but it had been tainted by the spiritual pressure of the possessed man. It was times like this when he wished there was some kind of a scientific organisation in the soul society. It would be nice if someone could analyse the reishi in that area, but no such group existed.
Suddenly, a short soul reaper wearing a black ponytail entered the room. "Captain, Third Seat Föra Krig has arrived from the world of the living. He returned from the human world as soon as he heard about the attempt on your life, sir." Honten raised his head, as if to sniff the air. He did indeed feel Krig's energy approaching, a violent and raging mass that always was present unless Krig restrained himself. A stranger would have thought it belonged to a seven-foot axe-wielding monster of a man, and then would have been surprised when a young teenage boy appeared in a flash in front of the messenger. You could also notice that Krig wore a robe in the same way as Jakara, and they both wore their swords bound to the outsides of their leftt thighs, even though Krig was left handed. As you could tell, Krig was one of Jakara's discples, and Krig respected him very much.
"Sir, tell me who is plotting against you," Krig growled viscously, "and I will hound him until the end of time if I have to. And when I find him, I will break mountains to kill him, if I must."
Jakara grinned, "Nothing so drastic is needed, Föra."