Fight
Releasing of shikai within the barracks was forbidden, so it looked like the fight was going to be a regular old party. The man was entirely over confident and excited; not that I couldn't say I was feeling the same. I could feel the rush of adrenaline as we faced each other, swords raised and ready for some bloodshed.
The sound of swords clashing and cheers for blood were the only things heard in the 11th division.
I kept surprisingly alert, even with my lack of sleep. My animalistic side seemed to come out when I fought; it really got the blood pumping. I think it was the one thing Ukitake couldn't manage to wheedle out of my system; he had given me the confidence and experience to fight, although his suggestion was to avoid it if I could. I guess that was one lesson that didn't sink in too well.
He was strong; I had to admit that fact. His movements were wild and erratic, hard to predict but easy to avoid once I realized what he was going for. It seemed his strategy was to attempt to wear me down until I was a bleeding stump on the ground; he was in for a surprise. I didn't like cowardly strategies like that, while fighting you should shoot for the kill spot.
I didn't like to play with my prey.
His sword swung by my shoulder, ripping some of the cloth and sending a few strands of hair into the blowing wind. My hands clenched tighter around my sword in annoyance, I was faster than he was but my pattern might be easily detected within the first few moments of this fight. I jumped forward, ducking under another strong swing before smirking in triumph as my sword sliced his abdomen.
"Damn!" I heard him yell out as he jumped back, clutching his bleeding wound and glaring at my dangerously. It looks like he was finally going to take me seriously.
His sword rapidly clashed against mine; he was still working on his fatigue strategy while at the same time exerting more strength. I gave him no time to strike again, grabbing onto his sword with my bare hand before my sword cut through his shoulder like a knife sliding through butter. He let out another cry of pain; I head butted him and sent him flying back on his sorry ass.
As he lay on the ground, the crowd went wild with cheers and praise. I slowly approached the fallen shinigami, holding my sword to his throat as he looked up at me pitifully.
"You won; you don't have to kill me!" He was new, that was for sure. Words like that were what got you shunned within this Division.
"Sorry, there's no mercy for the weak." As I raised my sword to finish him off, a bright flash of light stopped me. Everyone looked up towards the sky in confusion; it was growing brighter. Everyone's attention was focused on the sky; the whimpering excuse of a man used this chance to make himself scarce, and watched as the light divided into four separate lights.
It looked like there were some intruders.