The Beginning Of The End

An island. An average sized island with beaches, an inner area of lush grass and fertile lands, and of course one can not forget the beautiful trees. At least, that's what this island would look like. Instead, one could see the scarred lands as a dystopian future from a battle long past. Perhaps, not so long ago. The sands were partially glassed over by an extreme heat that had originated close by. There were obvious signs of a massive battle with debris, ash, and destruction littering the area. But alas, this was all already known by everyone present. It was then, the people came into view. Several robed figures stood on the beach head of the former war zone. Some of them, extremely powerful yet some not so much. Above average strength, yes, however there were a couple that seemed to tower over others in strength and it is all but disconcerting. As a soft breeze flew in so to, did a figure in the distance.

This woman was barreling towards the group with great speeds. The marvel that was her hat seemed to stay planted upon her head even though she was moving relatively fast. The woman had stopped off to change her clothes and cut her hair slightly, as she needed the fresh outlook, and look, considering how droll this had been until this point. The woman adjusted her uniform slightly as her speed increased to make sure she got to the area before anything was to happen with out her. She sure didn't want to miss what she felt was looming on the horizon. If the weight of the air was any consolation, it would be an amazing war that any Saiyan would be stupid not to interject into.

The woman's lips parted once more to begin a wickedly innocent smile, the idea of being able to fight in a war was thrilling for any full blooded Saiyan warrior like herself. Even more so, that she was General to the Saiyan Imperial Army. A tittle that was not begotten by pushing papers or kissing ass. It was fought for, and killed for. No General was ever taken lightly in the Imperial Command chain. No, for every Saiyan knew if one were to rise to General it was through shear will of power, strength, and cunning. Something new Saiyans were able to grasp but understood when push came to shove. Nanaomi had but one regret, and that was her lack of assisting soldiers. She could order up a full battalion easily, but they might not arrive here in time. It all depended upon the situation looming overhead. The woman's eyes were now bright with a joy that she hadn't felt since engaging in the war with Rota, the other Champion of the Saiyan Imperial Army. The woman's blood boiled at the thought of engaging in combat with highly talented and large strengthen individuals. Even more so than her love of science and energy. Perhaps this was her downfall as a Saiyan.

The lust for battle may never be quelled, to the point that she may one day become bored with the life she is living. Perhaps that day will come, but it was not this day. As she grew closer, the woman could feel the pressures of the two largest energies wash over her. Their natural presence was overwhelmingly orgasmic in the sense of their shear ability. She could almost not contain herself, the joy was almost escaping her lips in a most innocent and unwarranted smile of devious pleasure. Perhaps, being a Saiyan was both a gift, and a curse. For one such as Nanaomi it aided in her research and allowed her to travel to new worlds in search of different technologies forgotten to time. Or even find ways to create new technologies. But it was also a curse, as when the imminent looming of battle crossed the horizon, the poor woman was unable to help her intense pleasure and want to partake in such an act. It was arguably, a Saiyans natural gimp, to be a battle ridden brute. The pride they hold is so strong, that it often times wills them to do things that are insanely stupid. However, it's also to be said that a Saiyan's pride is a wondrous thing as it pushes the individual to keep going forward against all odds. Even if those odds would otherwise kill them. For a Saiyan is nothing with out his Pride. Or so they are taught at an early age.

Nanaomi was unlucky enough to catch the very end of the situation. Seeing the doorway, she sped through with great force, making sure to catch up as quickly as possible. Luckily, she made it just in time to feel a two massive pressures roaring against each other. Just before reaching the exit, the woman set foot upon the ground with a the soft click of her boot signifying she was beginning to walk. With out hesitation, a blade was drawn forth and suddenly engulfed in a purple energy. With her left hand resting upon the tip of the Saya, her right gripping the tsuka of her blade tightly, the woman's visage had finally appeared before the group of Shinigami. The two warring captains seemingly locked in an endless battle that had only just begun. A joy to think of at least. It was then that the tall, six foot two woman spoke up from behind the Senkaimon. "Yare yare, Anata-tachi wa haya sugimasu. Sukunakutomo watashi wa koko de sore o tsukutta." The woman said before running her left hand through her hair after having picked up her cap for a small moment.

Upon resting the cap back on her head, the woman came full view of the group surrounding the senkaimon. She stood six foot two in height. Her clothes were marginally different from before when she appeared last. Her tight uniform top, black in color with silver ornate, intricate details ranging form a small pendant upon the tip of her tie all the way down her coat and even past, across her skirt and boots. She bore a somewhat shorter skirt now, reaching only to the top middle of her thighs. Atop her skirt, she bore a rather large belt with a firm silver buckle that bore the signature design of the Saiyan Empire Elite. Below her skirt, she sported long stockings that would reach up just above her knee, leaving a most attractive Grade A Zettai Ryouki. her feet, were adorned with long black boots which, could, be zipped to the full height of her stockings however she instead liked to leave a small overhang at the top. The clacking of her heels stopped as she caught some of what had happened. It was then she spoke up once more.

"So, about that out numbered thing. After being here and feeling your energies, I can assuredly say I can wipe ninety percent of you out in a single instant. But, I have a feeling bloodshed is something demon boy doesn't want. So, come at me all at once. That is, if you don't want to be wiped out in an instant."

She said with a wicked smile, her Saiyan blood now boiling hot with a rage of a thousand suns. Her very energy began to spike while staying in base form. She was thrilled to see a fight other than Saiyan versus Saiyan. It was so disgustingly boring to fight one's own kind. They all seemed to do the same things over and over. It was like fighting a child. But this, this was enjoyable for sure. She could spend one instant, wiping out every Shinigami except the three that posed a real threat. And that, is exactly what she did. A large portion of them charged toward her with reckless abandon. The fools. It was almost like an old Japanese samurai movie as they all fell in seemingly an instant behind her, after what appeared as though she didn't move. In reality, she had sliced each and every one across the chest just deep enough to cause a debilitating wound but not strong enough to outright murder them. Most of the rest seemed to have fled from her onslaught. A sad thing to see, for sure. But the final three remained.

With the power house occupied a small distance away, it left these two young Shinigami to face off against Mikoto and herself. She knew nothing of these two save for their meek appearance. But she could feel their power was much stronger than their appearance let on. That was easily discernible. And because of that, she let actions do the talking. Well, save for the next sentence she was about to speak. "Well, with the small fry all but taken care of, how about we deal with the real warriors of the situation. I'll let you choose which one you want Mikoto-san. I'll take the other one. Preferably the stronger one. But if you want to take your chances, be my guest."

She said, her blade hand almost twitching for a fight. Her eyes narrowing upon the two shinigami before her, as if to challenge them outright for a fight two versus one. Except, she knew that wouldn't be fair to Mikoto. So, she'd allow him the chance to war along side her. A privilege many Saiyans would dream of having. Almost on instinct, the woman's left hand reached to her visor where she clicked the button, giving her an overlay of the land, and all energies present on the field. She increased the range until she saw Tenjinsai's signature. But what's more, it seemed she found something even more enticing than what she was already thrusting herself into. A battle so intense, so, bewitchingly enjoyable, this could very easily be where she wanted to be. With out hesitation the woman spoke up, the scanner still active as she crouched slightly, never letting her blade touch the ground.

"On second thought, I see something really fun up ahead. I'll let you have this one Mikoto-san. I'm sure you can easily wipe the floor with these two. Sanimasen."

She said, as her body instantly bolted through the air towards the location of the strong powers. She might end up slightly late, or perhaps slightly early. She wasn't sure. But she knew she had to reach there. Too much fun would be had with out her. And boy did her Saiyan Blood fuel her passions right now.

Nanaomi had arrived a little late. Though just fast enough to hear Sansuka congratulate Tenjinsai. A soft smile appearing on her lips as he mentioned there being too many Bushinji for meetings. Nanaomi couldn't help but chime in at that statement. "Oh, I know right!? I was SO confused when I arrived. I'm like, Bushinji this and Bushinji that. And then I was like, Who is who again?" She said as she trailed off a little bit before returning to her current thoughts. "But yeah, they need special names. This whole, Captain Bushinji thing isn't going to work. Lets see. If Tenkai is the father, that defaults him to older, so then he OBVIOUSLY has to be Jii-sama." She nodded with a firm movement as if to proclaim her statement as the obvious truth. Sansuka would chime in shortly after. "Hohoho, I think I like that. How about you, 'Jii-san.'" He said, with a soft, sly smirk as if to poke fun at Tenkai slightly. A thing he did often when in a good mood. However, he made sure never to do it often enough to cause an argument. Nanaomi's eyes light up as she spoke out, "If that would work, gah! So much confusion.." She said, snapping her fingers before continuing. "Instantly gone like that." By being preoccupied, she hadn't realized people needed healing. She would abruptly realize that, there were several people who needed attending to. And her stash of beans was starting to run dangerously low. She'd have to make them count soon. For now, it was enough to toss willy nilly. Well, maybe.

With that in mind, she would reach in and take out a hand full, tossing a bean to Tenjinsai, two to Tenkai, and three more to Sansuka. She would nod softly before speaking, "Have them eat those. One per person. They'll heal up nice and quick back to full health." She said. Her eyes scanning Sansuka now, as she could feel he had strength that rivaled that of Tenkai. It was staggering to think three of the strongest people she'd ever met were here in front of her right now. It was almost enough to make her blood boil with excitement.

Just then, Sansuka would snag the three beans, giving one to Mikoto, one to the OTHER Mikoto, and one to the third Shinigami Nanaomi forgot the name of. Though, she didn't blame herself as she only heard the name once. After a soft shrug from Nanaomi, it was almost like the blink of an eye before Sansuka had appeared next to her, his arms resting behind his head as he leaned slightly back. "Yare yare. So what's a pretty young Ryoka like you doing in a battle zone like this?" He asked, a hint of flirtation skirting the edge of his voice as he caught glimpses of her, scanning her from head to toe. Nanaomi, however, seemed slightly less interested as she began to watch to make sure everyone was attended to. "Well, just helping out Ak-erm, So-Taicho Bushinji." She said, her obvious slight struggle with the use of ettiquate as she hadn't needed to in a long time. Sansuka's voice chimed in shortly after. "Oh? hoho. So-Taicho Bushinji? Aren't we the Pretty little Princess. I didn't peg you for using proper ettiquate my dear." Nanaomi smirked softly as she spoke up, "Well, sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do." Sansuka's eyes lit up brightly as he heard her say that. A soft chuckle escaping his lips. "This is true. This is true indeed. Speaking of which! I think it's time for a round of drinks. I don't know about you guys, but I am THIRSTY!" He said, snapping his fingers. Almost an instant after, two young Shinigami had appeared with two large silver trays bearing the Setsune clan symbol. Setting the trays on the small tables they brought with them, the two girls would pour a cup of tea for every person and lay them out on the trays, where the smaller girl, would hand Sansuka a cup of Sake which he then held before looking at Nanaomi. "Arigato." He would smile softly. "Well, have some! I'm going to have Sake!"

One of the girls chimed in and spoke softly. "I really don't think that's a good idea. You know you can't hold your Sake." Sansuka scoffed lightly as he spoke, bringing the cup up to his nose and smelling the beautiful aroma. "Oh shush! That's a total lieeeeeee" He said before his eyes started to slowly fade. His now inability to stand was quite obvious inebriation and, for the most part, seemed to be before he even took a drink of the drink. His wobbling body caused the taller girl to scoff and respond in kind. "Don't say I didn't worn you." She said, before backing up with the smaller girl and staying a safe distance away, making sure anyone who wanted the hot jasmine tea would be given it with out fail. Nanaomi, on the other hand, sipped part of her tea and watched Sansuka intently, her eyes scanning over every aspect of his body as she spoke. "Well, I guess the man can't hold is Sake. He didn't even drink any and he's drunk! Haha."

Nanaomi had started to glimpse into the aspect of what made these people so interesting. Perhaps it was Sansuka's innate ability to generate a kind, calming aura around him. Or perhaps is illustrious attempts to be over the top comedic, or even perhaps his ability to know when a situation needed to be handled with hilarity and, well, tea. Maybe, but it could also be what every Shinigami held in their heart. Whether they knew it or not, a call for peace. Many people in history wanted war. There were so many that strive and fought through wars. But yet, they sought peace as well, through a bloody and unrealistically obscure ideology. Yet, they all sought peace in their own way. Perhaps it was this kindness. This, innate subconscious want to find companionship that drove most creatures to do as they did. In this small, neigh brief moment that allowed her to feel what it was like to be among friends. Not just subordinates, betters, teachers or even bosses. No, this was what it felt like, to have proper friendship. A warm, wealth of a feeling that Nanaomi had never truly felt before aside from the love she had for her parents. A feeling that was too often discarded for one reason or another by the Saiyans. They weren't a race of unfeeling cold hearted bastards. Not by birth. It was by social choice. A choice nearly forced upon all Saiyans at birth. A social standard to give no feeling, no interest, and no thought outside of war and breeding. Socially, they had no concept of love or friendship. They had only mating, and war. Destruction, or blood.

It was a hollow existence to live, but it was, Saiyan life. Nanaomi almost, smiled genuinely at realizing this. This is exactly what she needed to bring the new Saiyan Empire into. An age of golden prosperity through kindness, friendship, and a little bit of war. They were, after all, a people brought up solely on war. They couldn't just drop arms with out a massive civil war which they had already just about quelled. Being jostled from her thoughts, she noted that everyone had left except Mikoto, Tenjinsai, and Sansuka. Of which, the drunken disorderly Captain was now receiving his orders from his Captain. "Hai *HIC* Bushinji-sama." He said before the man seemed to stumble towards his barracks. What fascinated Nanaomi, however, was that through all of his stumbling. All of his incoherent footwork and obviously inebriated actions he never once spilled even a single drop of is Sake. Nor did he drink any. Her eye perked before the two ladies grabbed hold of him and the three of them disappeared into a shunpo towards a direction which Nanaomi could only assume was the barracks. That left Tenjinsai and Mikoto. Of which, Tenjinsai simply disappeared shortly after heading towards Division One, and the Captain's Meeting hall. Of course so as to not be left behind Nanaomi would enter Rapid Movement, her race's Shunpo equivalent, to follow the man closely. They moved at a moderate pace which allowed them to get there in quick time but also allow them to not speed as fast as they could. For Nanaomi, this felt like a fairly fast walk at least.

With her eyes, scanning the surroundings as she passed buildings, walls, and even sections of places she'd never seen before, her attention was drawn to a large plateau in the distance that hung over part of the city. Next to it, was a large, massive towering structure that seemed to scrape the very sky it reached towards. With out thinking, she couldn't help but point to the place and inquire as to it's origin. "That, is quite the interesting place. It seems almost like a tower out of a fairy tail. Where a princess would be locked away for eternity, guarded by a horrible fire breathing dragon." She perked a brow before jesting slightly. "I don't suppose you've locked up any Princesses lately have you?" Nanaomi chuckled softly. Her mind wandering back to the thoughts of her bag among other things. "If I'm going to spend a prolonged period of time here I will need to acquire some space for certain, things. I may even set up a temporary farm for the Senzu beans, depending on how long I am to stay. I am starting to run low." Her mind seemed to wander after speaking this, thinking towards previous adventures and how they compared to being in a place beyond death. It was interesting to say the least. It was only now she realized the implication as to where she was. She was literally, in the Earth's perception of Heaven. It was dreary to say the least. Full of war, strife, battles galore, civil conflict, but at least they had beautiful architecture. That was definitely a large plus for Nanaomi.

"I do enjoy your architecture. Perhaps I could learn from this. These stones are quite interesting as well." She said before suddenly realizing there was something off about the stone. It felt, odd to her. Now that she could feel the minute traces of this odd feeling, she could feel an even more intense feeling coming form the tower, and surrounding the whole of the city. She would speak up, once she felt this odd void of energy. "Wait, what is going on? That tower, and a surrounding area of the city feels like, I'm not sure how to describe it. Almost like there's a void of energy around the city and that entire tower as well. What, even is this place!?" She asked, startled by her sudden discovery. She had been so preoccupied with combat and survival that until now, when she had time for a leisurely stroll around the Seireitei, that she could even feel the void of energy. It was impressive, somewhat scary, and highly interesting to her. If she could get a hold of some of this thing that generates this field of null energy, it was possible she could create some sort of deploy able barrier. Or better yet, perhaps a specialized prisoner shackle that could force who ever it was placed on to drain their powers. This was possible, and thought to be one of her next projects. Something this big could go a long way to turning the Demon Subjugation backup plan into a reality.

Nanaomi's mind once again wandered. She could do so many things, accomplish so many projects. She just needed to find a way to control her own stupidity and lust for pain and battle. If she could, it was possible this woman could attain a level of scientific development that could topple modern science. She could even restore power to the entirety of Earth, probably even set up a gigantic space ship even! She had, the ability to reach a pinnacle of scientific technology to date and even farther. Her mind started to wander to things she could easily solve. Such as teleportation devices, the ability to create a Zanpaktou like apparatus that operated in a similar fashion to one but was all technologically based. It was possible, given enough time, that this woman could find the key to becoming the next Mayuro Kurotsuchi. With out all of the white weirdo makeup and stuff. Perhaps that would be what Tenjinsai wanted her for? She wasn't entirely sure. Though she doubted he knew of her technically savvy skills. Her mind would jump back again to the scouter she held in her coat. A small perk of her brow lead her to an interesting idea as she spoke up once more. "I'm not sure what it is you actually require of me. But if it means anything, I'm quite adept at technology as well. My main field is actually energetic composition and application.

Er, basically I find it super easy to understand how energy works. It's why I was able to easily set up a device to read even your energy and generate a numerical value to it based on a predefined database of previously scanned entities. Granted, it's currently broken due to the fact that it wasn't able to handle energy to the quality or size of yours or your father's, so I'd need to repair it. But I could easily mass produce these. It would allow one to get a general idea of how strong an opponent is going into a fight. However, I have noticed that white it calculates battle power easily, it also can't understand if a creature has an awoken skill. In your case, I believe you call it, Shikai, I think I heard someone mention?" She said, her brow perking up once again. It was interesting, and vastly curious to think that she might be able to one day even learn to make that near perfect to be able to detect a possible shikai, Bankai, or other Awoken skill of similar nature.