Disclaimer: The ideas and concepts used in BLEACH belong to Tite Kubo, as well as any regular characters. Most of the characters in this story belong to me. Thank you.


Jin recovered as much as he could in his anger and faced down his foe. In his madness, he saw two of Senshi, and one retreated into the shadows of his blurred sight as the other made the dash forward to fight. Jin brought up his thick blade and blocked Senshi's powerful stab, treating it like nothing. He roared at Senshi and wound back his arm to hack at him. Senshi dodged as Jin swept his sword through the air, throwing a powerful gust that moved the rain from the grass below it. Jin was stuck on his knee from the pain. His body was still recovering from the mighty blow Senshi inflicted.

Jin looked up and Senshi vanished. His vision danced with the warped visions of air that bent and ruptured uncommonly, only through his eyes, from the madness of his pressure. Jin's body froze the skin around its wound, still a wide and deep wound in his side, for protection. His whole chest hardened as well and creaked as Jin stood up on both feet. His skin was hardening from its state of mud into a hardened clay, an earthly rock density to protect him even further.

"Come out" Jin growled. "I'll beat you to pieces!" Senshi heard his threat from the shadows at the border of the forest line. He stealthily retreated, leaving the wild man alone in the clearing to sniff at the wet air and search. Jin's head whipped around, his bangs flying wildly, and he locked onto the void of shadows in the forest. He moved into it and stalked in wide steps after the silently retreating Senshi.

This boy's mind rests in his blade, no doubt Senshi thought. He has little head about him that isn't focused so intently at chopping me down. He's more of a wood-cutter than a swordsman, but he has power. I know that he has power and nothing but. His body and his soul, they are one. I can do no more harm to him with my sword alone than I could to a pool of wet clay. He cannot be touched by the likes of me....it seems I've drawn the unluckiest lot in my opponent. A man like me, who rests all his faith in his sword, cannot fight a monster with no blood. Senshi took to the trees and used his pressure to rest safely over them, sitting on the leaves of the trees and overlooked the rest of the scenery. He was not so far away from where he started as he could see the distant starry light cast by Horoshi at his battle.

I must wait his madness out Senshi planned and attack when his mind is lucid enough to know pain again... Jin stalked underneath the trees and reached the end of his trail. There were leaves on the forest floor spread in such a manner that suggested to Jin where his enemy had gone. Even in his less-than-lucid mind state, he knew where Senshi was and aimed his head up with a quick jerk of his neck. His body slowly straightened and hardened as he stood static. Jin gripped and regripped the metal handle of his butchery blade in his hand and contemplated with his shallow thoughts his attack. Then, with a whip, he threw his sword up through the leafy canopy. It blasted right past Senshi, followed by a trail of leaves ascending after the heavy blade. Senshi was stunned with fear.

"RUGH!" Jin shouted, an animistic bark. He jumped up and reached up through the leaves, gripping Senshi by the back of his sash. With something firmly clutched in hand, Jin waited to fall and threw Senshi down to the ground just as his feet planted to the grass. "HAA!" Jin shouted with a more conscious effort of excited emotion. "I've got you now! You can't run from me any-" This Senshi disappeared just as before, and in his confused madness Jin was forced to stand back up with a total vacancy of through on his face. His blade came spinning back down through the tree canopy and smashed into the ground, breaking the solid dirt into a split crater. Jin sat down in front of his sword, his bangs limp from the rain over his face, and swept them back.

"Maybe this man" Jin thought "has some special power that I don't fully understand...." As Jin thought, much out of his character, Senshi watched him from nearby, a stern glare on his face and his blade drawn in the shadows. Jin scratched his head, but found the practice neither alleviating to his confusion nor aiding him in his thoughts. He began rubbing his head with both hands, ruffling his soft red hair at the sides of his head in a vain attempt to stir up thoughts in his mind. Still, his head was too cloudy to think properly of anything. "Maybe it's just an illusion...." Jin thought, resting his tired head on his fist and his elbow on his knee. "Maybe....."

Jin's thoughts were interrupted. His astute senses picked up the approach of Senshi from behind who had abandoned all his stealth in favor of a full-forward rush. "Die, you knavish fool!" Senshi shouted. He jumped through the air and powered a stab Jin's way. Jin was caught in the act of turning to stand when he was pierced between the ribs through his thickened skin. Senshi landed and pressed in, spinning his flat, double-edged blade and finally drawing real blood. Jin didn't instantly react to the pain. He just stared down at the blade caught in his body and the attempts of Senshi to pull it out.

"Damnation!" Senshi exclaimed. "My sword is stuck!" He tried pulling with both hands, but neglected to stay mindful of the foe his sword was stuck in. Jin's eyes went wide and white with a mindless rage. His arm was wound up over his shoulder with no blade in it. Jin's leg slid forward and his body curled over his shallow wound. His elbow flew down into the flat of Senshi's sword, snapping it from his body. Senshi was stunned and speechless. Jin then plucked the blade of the sword from his wound and held it like a needle between his fingers. He wound his arm back again and swung with a growl, to the side, aiming at Senshi's neck. Senshi blocked with what he had left of a blade with both arms. Jin rose up a leg and shouted as he stomped a foot into Senshi's face. Senshi was thrown back and flipped head over heels once before smashing into a tree. Jin approached with his hand palming his thin cut.

"It doesn't hurt" Jin growled. He pushed his hand through his skin and gripped his second blade. He pulled it out and drew it over his head. Senshi looked up with both fear and heated anger, unable to move away as Jin sliced both he and the tree against him in two with the force of his arm. Jin stepped back from his victory and lowed. He looked around and walked to his second blade, still defensive and cautious. The Senshi that had been cleaved along with the tree was gone and the tree split in two directions from its perfect cut. Jin reached down for his second blade still resting in the broken ground and looked up with a glare at Senshi, still alive.

"Such wild power" Senshi began. "I can only imagine by how much that power shall increase with two blades wielded."

"Shut up, damn you" Jin said as he took his other blade in hand. He stood at full height and gripped his blades in his hands, holding them between his index fingers and thumbs while the other hands were extended out in a flair to accompany his apathetic expression. "Man, I should start swinging for your face so you'll stop talking at me so much! You're obnoxious as hell! Hasn't anyone ever told you that?" Senshi huffed.

"You are a cruel child, aren't you?" Senshi said. "But it hardly matters to me what mad thoughts of me you have ready to race in your head...."

"You see" Senshi began, "it is not within my power to harness the powers of any other realm. My aura has no substance. It is pure strength and power, a Combat aura. Hence my ability..." Before Jin there stood an anomaly that his fight-drunk head could not make sense of. Two Senshi's standing beside each other, the second one having walked out from behind the first as if he had always been there. These two were perfectly identical. The sheathed swords hung from the same side of their hips and the curls of their blond mustaches were turned up in the exact same way.

"This ability of mine" Senshi proclaimed "is the power of my sword! The will of mine to surpass my ultimate opponent: Myself!" Both Senshi's posed in a mirror of each other with their backs together and their arms framing their heads with tight, muscular flexes.

"GEMENI!!!" they roared. Jin looked down at them, his head tilted back slightly, and he grinned.

That just means more than one to kill!!! Jin thought with a mad amount of glee in his voice. He grinned and stomped his feet to the ground, letting out a breath of air as a shaky, dark laugh...


Now with the wound in his stomach frozen shut with ice, Suichi pressed forward and roared as he attack. He swung his chain sword, with only the sharp tip able to cut or pierce, and engaged Horoshi in a deadly back-and-forth. Suichi swung then drew back to block. Horoshi swung only to draw back and block as well. Suichi stepped in with his swings just as much as he stepped back for them, trying to keep his range for his small range to find some target. Horoshi only advanced, forcing Suichi to lose ground and power in his defense with each attack. Suichi mentally commanded his chain to extend from out of his hand and lengthened the grip he had without lengthening the reach of the solid chain-sword itself.

Now he used both hands and managed to draw with Horoshi's power as they swung. They met blades in a simultaneous downward slash. They held each other at bay, pressing against each other, but Suichi's weakened body lost first. Instead of giving in to his enemy's force Suichi took in a deep breath and breathed out a thick, icy mist to mask his escape. Horoshi's eyes weren't fooled and he followed Suichi through the mist. He swung blind and grazed Suichi's side.

How can he follow me? Suichi wondered. He burst out of the mist and back into the bright silver light. It must be this kido he used. Somehow it lets him see through illusions perfectly. I'll have to use something else, in that case.... With Horoshi out of sight, Suichi stabbed his chain into the ground and summoned it back up into his hand, like a needle and thread going through solid ground. The slack of the chain fed from Suichi's arm and was hidden as he walked in front of it, his body blocking it from view. Horoshi appeared once more and attacked Suichi with a running slash to the side. He pushed Suichi away and, before Suichi could engage him again, Horoshi attacked the threaded chain.

"Snare!" Suichi shouted. His chain coiled back around his arm with a whipping speed. Horoshi drew his blade up just as the chain snagged through the air to catch it. Suichi glowered at him for beating his trap but quickly set up another one. He disengaged the rigidity on his chain as a blade and drew it back around his arm. Then his forearms met and the chain was transferred onto his left forearm, the mark of his offense. "Yarinohara!" Suichi threw both his arms down to the side. His chain was thrust into the ground with many quick bursts of dirt and holes in the ground marking where it went. His chain was still attached to his arm, a short and continuous bracer that coiled around in a cross and a grip in the palm of his hand. He clutched the metal tight and pointed at Horoshi.

"Up!" Suichi commanded, and he flicked his wrist with two fingers pointing up. Horoshi glared down at the ground and jumped away just as a spike-tipped length of chain shot up with deadly speed from below. It fell down and whipped itself at Horoshi before it was drawn back into the ground to snake its way around. "I'll tell you this: this technique of mine is a one-battle use. It takes a lot of energy to divide evenly between each chain in the ground and move them around at will, and even more concentration to control them all at once. I've never used this in an actual fight, only in an assassination, so I wonder how well it can hold up to an experience fighter...." Suichi's arrogant grin and tired, confident eyes were met with total spire from Horoshi.

"I'll kill you" Horoshi lowed. He took his sword to his side and rushed forward. "I'll kill you with my Joushou Hoshi Shuurai!!!" His sword gathered a glowing light of energy as he ran. Suichi aimed his hand forward and turned his palm up, arming his spearing chains beneath the dirt. Suichi summoned up three with three fingers. Three lengths of chain shot up at Horoshi's sides. Then Suichi summoned one more and began to turn his body. The finally chain was up right in Horoshi's path. The boy tried to sidestep it, but as Suichi spun he let his arm fly out and the chain made a likewise whipping motion, lashing Horoshi's back and snaring around him as Suichi closed his palm. It brought him back to the center of the trap, surrounded by four chains all under Suichi's command, each bound to one of his fingers which he straightened in his hand. Horoshi's blade stopped its glow as he brought it up and glared from chain to chain, waiting to see the strike so he could block it.

"Shobatsu: Yottsubibu Semeku!!" At Suichi's call the chains all thrust at Horoshi together. The body managed to save himself as much as he could and retreated so that his back was unharmed, but he could only block two chain spikes besides that. The other two stabbed into him, one in his side and the other through his gut. Horoshi grunted and was silenced by a building, burning spittle of blood crawling up his throat. The chains retreated at Suichi's order and snaked through the ground. They all burst up under his hanging arm and formed the continuous chain that hung with a spike from his middle finger on his left arm again. Horoshi fell coughing and groaning to his knees with his sword stabbed into the ground to prop him up. He heaved breaths, tired and injured, gasping in pain.

"Damn, kid" Suichi said. "You've got some high resilience, you know? I killed Hollows with less of a pain threshold than you."

"Shut up" Horoshi growled. He stomped his foot and forced himself up to a full stand. He swilled the blood in his mouth around and spat it on the ground. He took his sword at his side and slid back, preparing another charge. Suichi panted from the lack of energy and grabbed the tip of his chain in his right hand, preparing to draw it out tight to block his attack. Horoshi's blade, held with the tip near the ground, began to glow once more and all the light of Suichi's vision was drained so that the sword was brighter than even the brightly glowing air surrounding him.

Is this a trick? Suichi wondered. That light kido is still active, I can feel it, but it's not bright anymore. Has the light become energy inside of his sword? Is such an active kido spell possible? Horoshi growled and bent his knees, building up an explosive force in his legs. He dashed forward with mad speed and drew his sword up, ready to cut down with it. Then he stopped outside of his own range, stomped into his attack and powered his sword down into the dirt. The glowing arc of light in the air hummed with a bright whine of sound and all the light gathered at the arc's apex.

"JOUSHOU HOSHI SUURAI!!!" At Horoshi's roaring call the light energy blasted as a laser straight through Suichi's chain and his chest. Once the beam of light had died the bright, silver hue of the field came back from the shining starlight spheres above and cast a dark shadow on the ground where Suichi fell. Horoshi stopped in his violent, rushing rage long enough to take a calming breath and clutch his bleeding wounds. "Take that...you bastard" he said through his panting. Suichi did not move at all. In the silver starlight that hung in the air, the world and its powers considered him dead...


While one battle seemed lost and another drew itself to a draw of power, a third battle seemed to tip its favor with the wild and aimless shinigami who fought like an animal. The golden-armed Hoji stood in a moment of victory, his arms wound and his body stepped back while is for, Kakugari, painfully recovered himself and propped his body up with his sword.

"You are a powerful man" Kakugari said in an unamused growl. "I admire...your skill."

"Tch" Hoji scoffed. "You should do less of that and more planning. You're gonna need to whip out some incredible crap if you're gonna keep up with me, man."

"Indeed I shall!" Kakugari announced. He swung his sword onto his back and slid the flat edge along the bulging length of his shoulders. Hoji stepped back and wound up a punch that knotted so tight it caught the air and stirred it around viciously in a tight ball. Kakugari let out a calming sigh of air. Hoji stepped forward and punched his blast of air at Kakugari. "Wrap me with your sanctity, and let those without peace know of the grips of hell. Hold, Hajijoui!!!" Kakugari blocked the blast of air with a thick, brown leather cloak that curled around his hand and up over his shoulders. His sword became a long and thick mantle lined with fur colored like tanned leather on the outside and invisibly black on the inside. It wrapped around his neck with a thick matting of fur as a weaved knot and brought about a second wind to the warrior's face.

"Hahahahaha!" Kakugari laughed. "Lo and behold, you crazed, animal-man! This cape of mine is the integration of my power with the forces of all nature that is not of this world! It is my desire to build order in a chaotic land. Hence, this sword of mine and the soul we share hath manifested into a cloak of binding powers, capable of capturing and devouring the energies of Hollows and shinigami alike! This cape thrives on stolen energy!!!" Hoji looked personally scorned by Kakugari's ability. He hopped back and made a slash in the air which traveled as quick blades of wind right into Kakugari's cloak. "FAH! Don't waste your time, fool! It shall be short the work I make of you! Nothing escapes the hold of my cloak! No Hollow or shinigami lives once I have encased them with my power!!!" Hoji retreated into the trees and sped away. Kakugari gave chase, his mighty and deadly cloak billowing around him as he ran.

That's all kinds of not fair! Hoji thought. What kind of power lets him eat other people!?

You weren't listening, Hoji Torakaze began, connecting to his mind through their combined energies. He devours power. It's more than likely once he catches his prey he saps all of their pressure from them, then uses his sword to kill them in their weakened state.

Tch! Hoji scoffed. It's still crap! Apart from that he can block my ranged attacks without trying. It's a weapon and armor for him! That sucks!

Not at all dissimilar to what you wield Torakaze said. The gauntlets you wear are both a weapon and armor, but just like armor they can be worn down in the length of a fight, and like any sword the blades of your claws can dull. Can you see now, with what little you've been doing, just how much those blades had dulled? Hoji took a look at his claws as he ran and saw that the sharpened edges had lost their golden shine.

So I'm limited in my expenditure of power Hoji thought. You useless bitch. You need to train more!

It's hardly a matter of training Torakaze explained as much as it is an inborn limit. It's something that you have to work on, not I. I am merely here to help you and to grant you power. It's up to you how they are best used. Hoji stopped running and slid on the ground with steady feet. He could feel Kakugari approaching and jumped up, taking to the tops of the trees. Thunder shook the sky and lightning flashed in the distance. Hoji turned and was now out of sight of the previous guiding star light, far and away from his friends and where they were fighting. He couldn't even see the road he traveled on, despite how closed passage was where the forest was surrounded by hills.

Tch Hoji scoffed internally. He's got a lot of guts to try and sneak up on me, if that's what he's doing... Suddenly a breeze shifted Hoji's pigtail and he turned. Kakugari leaped up through the leaves with his cloak held in one hand and he threw it at Hoji, engulfing him with a wide stretch of the ethereal fabric. Hoji saw himself consumed by a great darkness that stretched out all around him as the cape flew past him and hooked back in like elastic, coiling itself into a tight but empty knot. Kakugari's menacing grin fell when he saw that Hoji was not within his grasp. Instead, he flew straight up, clawing the air to soar through the wind of the rain. With his claws gripping the air itself, Hojji stopped high up and waited, staring down and panting hard.

"That was close!" Hoji stated. "That damn cape...how far can it-" Before Hoji could complete his rhetorical inquiry, his thoughts were answered. The cape was stretching again, further and further up, thinning out into sticky gripping nodes. Hoji clawed at the air and moved to the side but the cape did not follow. Hoji started running through the air straight down like a tiger on solid ground, racing the cape down to its owner. I think I get it. It can only move in one straight direction at a time, and it can't stretch unless he throws it himself! If I can land a good, solid blow on him I should get an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow!

Hoji landed on the leaves first and wasted a second recovering his lost balance on the lofty surface. Then, with a growl, he pounced forward just as Kakugari's cape returned to him. With the other hand, unseen by Hoji, Kakugari took the outer side of the cape and whipped it around to block Hoji's attack. Hoji grabbed at the top of the fur-lined fray and vaulted over the cape and into perfect range with a fist drawn far back.

"TCHEEEEYAHHH!!!!" Hoji delivered a powerful straight to Kakugari's face, pulling himself into the punch by pulling on the cloak which was ironically Kakugari's guard. Hoji pressed into the cloak, kicked off of Kakugari's guarded arm and rolled over himself with leaps and flips through the air to get a good distance from his foe once more. Kakugari grabbed his face with a hand and kept his cloak around him as much as he could. Then, parting his fingers, he glared Hoji down.

"Animal bastard" he growled. "I shall devour you!"

"TCH!" Hoji shouted. "Try it, ass!" He posed with both palms turned up, his index and middle finger pointed out with each hand, one arm forward and the other curled up and back behind his head with his whole torso turned sideways and a wide parting of his legs. "I'll rip you to shreds!!!"


Their fight had only just begun. Shin and Netami clashed again and again under the dark sky of endless rain. Shin spun his scythe over his head and around his arms while Netami took his sword in one arm and threw slash after slash with the full movements of his body. Shin's deathly black weapon met against Netami's menacing sword in a perfect draw of raw attacking power. Shin backed away and came in spinning his body, winding his scythe around his side and swinging it out with the gathered energy of his own movement powering it into Netami's guard. Netami refused to give any way but he felt the force of the attack regardless and backed away, spinning his sword in a loose grip around his body.

Then he rushed in again with a stab. Shin blocked it with the shaft of his scythe and was pushed back. He took both hands facing the same way and spun the scythe so hard it hovered in the air and blocked a myriad small cuts that came his way. Shin caught the scythe, let it slow as he spun it between his fingers and drew it back to his side like a sword aimed to the ground.

I sort of get it Shin noted. His sword has such power that each time he swings it cuts an uncountable number of times. Each attack is either one tremendous swing or a bunch of small ones that I can't see. It's just force flying through the air....impressive.

Don't squander your time admiring your enemy Shikei lowed. He has the advantage over you! Come up with a way to balance it out!

"Huah!" Shin grunted. He spun away with a slide and rotated his scythe around his back. Netami charged in and drew his sword up. He swung it down hard onto the shaft of Shin's scythe. Shin was crouching down low under his weapon and pushed Netami's blade away. As he rose up he felt his scythe shift in his loosened grip with each cut it deflected and he kept his body turned to the side with his head poised down and forward. His scythe was spun full around as it deflected each tiny slash Netami's blade had thrown. When Shin's feet met his body stopped its slow rise and his legs slid apart which his scythe held in its natural position. He charged in and swung, forcing Netami to defend. Shin swung his scythe again and let it leave his hand into a single-handed grip. His scythe spun around his back came back into his right hand, left his left hand and followed through with another slash into Netami's guard.

Shin repeated his attack pattern, swinging and freely letting his scythe spin on its own motion around his body, the power of each slash increasing in power each time. Netami lowed and timed his blocks with Shin's accelerating swings. Shin spun with his scythe, around one way then changed direction and guided his scythe with only the arcs of power he pushed through when the scythe spun in Netami's direction.

"This is the ultimate scythe-fighting style" Shin said. "My Saishuu Serifu. It allows me to attack endlessly!"

"Does it?" Netami said. He stopped Shin's scythe dead in its rotation with a flat kick to its curved, flat edge. With Shin stopped and the shaft of his scythe straight across his back, laced between his arms, Netami kicked it down and swung his sword in high with a decapitating aim. Shin slid down the shaft and let himself fall to the ground. The single powerful attack made by Netami produced only one massive stroke which blew a gust in the air. Shin grabbed his scythe and kicked himself up. He and his weapon were upside down with Shin holding onto the shaft behind his head, and with that balance he kicked Netami square in the jaw from below. Netami stepped back and then leaped away when Shin tried kicking again, this time with enough power to spin his body and pull the scythe from the ground. He became a quickly rotating saw in the air that flipped itself over and landed on its toes and one hand for balance.

Shin grinned. Netami was already charging in again with a destructive, wanton drive for blood. Shin brought his scythe up straight and blocked the immediate quick slice to his neck. Netami's blade caught on Shin's scythe and was deflected away with a push. Shin rushed forward, dodging the invisible blades from the sword by outracing them, and came in low. His scythe swept across the ground in an uppercut that led Shin to stand straight and blew Netami's guard up with a snap of his wrist. Netami winced at the pain, focusing away from Shin just long enough to lower his guard. Shin stepped in, let his scythe stay up in the air, took the shaft in both hands steadily and jabbed Netami with the flat butt of the shaft, right between his collar bones.

"Die!" Shin growled. He stepped forward as Netami staggered back and brought his scythe down with a crash to the ground. Netami's body was exposed to the attack and was cut from inside his shoulder down through his thigh. Shin let his scythe spin around and lurched forward in a crouching walk to deliver another, horizontal attack powered with the hold of the shaft against his back and under the pit of his elbow. The blade was smashed into Netami's sword and they stood off for a moment before Shin spun away in a leap and held his scythe behind his back with firm pressing hands and gentle fingers. Netami looked down at his skin and saw that blood was drawn from the shallow, skin-deep cut. He looked up at Shin with a seething glare and a wicked grin.

"I've never been hit so early in a fight before" Netami admitted. "That's good. For a man like you, that shows a lot of promise, a lot of real potential."

"Yep" Shin flatly said. He took the end side of the shaft and swung his scythe in a wide arc along the grass to bring it up in front of his body again. Then he let his legs drift apart again and held his scythe in a natural position. "I'd say it's hard to judge a fighter from the first couple moves in a fight, but I don't doubt your abilities. I'm sure you've killed men stronger than me before, right?"

"I don't know" Netami said. "How strong are you?" He gathered a thick aura of darkness in his right hand. His fingers curled around the power and gripped it in a fist. Shin set the shaft of Shikei into the wet ground, ready to dodge. Netami thrust his palm forward and let out a crackling, black pulse of energy. Shin slid to the side and his scythe's shaft changed its position. Using the ground as a solid point and his scythe as a pivot, he pulled and pushed his arms with enough force to pull his own body to the side. Netami's power hadn't all left with that one blast and he fired another. Shin dashed forward and began running, weaving as he did, for Netami.

"Makai..." Netami began. Shin swung his scythe straight to the side and interrupted Netami's kido. Their blades were already drawn to the side enough for Shin to plainly see Netami's seething orange eyes behind his draping black hair. Shin grinned. It was so sudden and unexpected of a movement, and one so full of killing intent that Netami's mouth fell open in surprise. Shin pulled himself on Netami's sword, which stayed firm in his grip like a tree in the ground, and once again used the pull-and-push force of pivots to power his forehead into Netami's face. His scythe shaft was turned so much from where the blades were hooked that even it was rammed into Netami's shoulder.

Once Shin's blow had landed sufficiently and his body had powered through enough for even Netami to falter backwards he unhooked his scythe and jumped far back. Netami landed on a knee to save himself the shame of falling on his back and held his mouth, panting and breathing hard through his nose.

Son of a bitch Netami thought. This man charged headfirst into me! Literally! He's...completely unafraid of death, isn't he? To Netami's thoughts Shin only smiled and furrowed his brow, ignoring the pain of clashing two hard heads together so listlessly...


Yarinohara: Spear Field

Joushou Hoshi Shuurai: Rising Star Attack (or Lightning)
Shobatsu: Yottsubibu Semeku: Punishment: Four-Tailed Torture
Hajihoui: Holding Cloak