The Shinigami didn't leave it too long to find his Fuku Taicho. Or rather the man didn't leave it too long to find his Captain at all. It was such a relief not having to search for this man. Izanagi really had no intentions of chasing after him either. The Captain had a lot of work to do, one that was quite pressing. The Gotei 13 found themselves in a tricky situation. Having access to the other dimensions wasn't such a bad idea after all. The Captain watched the Hell Butterfly as it disappeared through the hallways. The Captain's hazel eyes was now set on the short Fuku Taicho. The Captain and his Lieutenant shared one thing in common. And that so happened to be their appearance. It was also very fitting, that the younger looking one is the Fuku Taicho. The Captain looked no older than 18 years old and was quite the character. As the Fuku Taicho approached him, the Captain smiled. His Fuku Taicho was very straight forward which is quite refreshing too. The only problem that Jushiro found, was this man forgetting his place. "Ah Sumi san, that so called meeting was quite the intriguing one. It seems that the Gotei 13 will be preparing themselves for war now. Our emphatic Sotaicho, saw it fit to try and invade Hueco Mundo and Karakura Town. It is very easy to get to Karakura town, but Hueco Mundo is a problem. As such I was put in charge of finding a way to open a Garagunta. This means that there is a ton of work for me to do. The Chief of the Kido Corps should be lending a hand too. Sumi San it seems I will catch up to you later then. In the mean time please entertain our guest when he arrives. Try to explain in the most polite manner. That he will have to wait for me to arrive before proceeding any further. Any problems, you may inject one of your special potions into him. Just keep him at bay for the moment as I got to work. There is also one more thing, I will be sending you to Hueco Mundo too. So go and prepare yourself for battle, just don't die Sumi San". . The Captain explained to his Fuku Taicho after patting the man on the head. Sumizome should be smart enough to know not to disturb the Captain now. The man was heading for his office and once there he would begin his work.
Garagunta training.
The cunning Shinigami known as Jushiro to his peers was once again hard at work. This time his task would require him to do a lot more than think. Reasonable actions will be required to obtain, the very thing that has been so illusive. The Shinigami needed to find a way to travel from one dimension to the other. Jushiro’s research would take him to the Juunibantai complex. There he was behind a desk, typing away at a certain keyboard. One that possessed far more keys than a normal keyboard would. It was light years ahead of what most scientists was used to. The Juunibantai technology was truly one of a kind, which most didn’t compare to. The hazel eyes Captain paused for a moment and placed his hand on his chin. His Zanapakuto sat right beside him; the pair wouldn’t leave each other’s side. It was a troublesome situation, analyzing and running tests on everything. Jushiro needed to find a way to convert his own Reiatsu into something dark. The Hollow race possessed the kind of Reiatsu, something Jushiro hoped to replicate too. However since he didn’t have the abilties of a hollow or a hybrid. The man would have to do things the hard way this time round. It is such a bother to be put in charge of such a task. To make matters worst, everyone seemed to have been in a rush too. The Juunibantai Captain was expected to produce something worthy. The man couldn’t say he appreciated this at all, but it was a challenge. It was disgusting to think that, if he couldn't accomplish this. His fellow Shinigami would look down on him; this meant the man had to conjure up something. The Captain’s hand soon extended to a cup of sake that was placed in a cup holder. This whole process might take a while, patience and determination was the key. Either way the Sotaicho would have to repay him for this one day. Maybe the man could give his body up for experimentation. It would be fascinating to see what makes him so powerful. Jushiro could even possibly replicate that power and use it during battle. There are so many possibilities; the Captain had time to research all these things. However the most recent request would require him to remain focus on a certain task. The cup of sake was then lifted towards the Shinigami’s lips and the man took a sip. The taste of sake was enough to get him going. It was like a form of energy for the man. He needed the brain power at this moment, but there was also something else. Inside the room there was a certain fragrance. The smell of a very illegal and alluring substance was at work. They generally say that, a few puffs of the marijuana changes one perception. The simpletons who generally didn’t understand a thing will get smart. The power of the marijuana was never to be underestimated at all. The Captain soon placed the cup of sake back into the cup holder and sighed. His eyes soon drifted onto the splif that was ready to go. The Captain soon picked up the white stick, which had green stuffing inside. The man who now had a fox grin on his face sniffed it, he took a long one. He was already getting high off the scent alone. This should lead to a very interesting scenario indeed. The Shinigami figured that he would have to go to the absolute extremes to accomplish anything. The grip on the Ganja stick was then changed. It was now held between his thumb and index fingers. To be more specific it was held in his left hand. The Shinigami soon brought forward a torch out of nowhere. It was like a mini flame thrower in a thin, what could go wrong? The Captain soon decided to set the Ganja stick ablaze, which turned out to be a disaster. Not only did he set this illegal substance ablaze, he also burned his eyebrows. The torch exploded in his hand in a comical fashion. The Captain soon tilted his head to the side as if facing a camera. His hair stood up straight and only his eyes had any color apart from black. The Shinigami decided to try again, this time finding himself a bigger Ganja stick. His weed stick was now 12 inches long and was set ablaze swiftly. The man took a quick puff and exhaled smoke. The smoke transformed into a dancing pony before his eyes. The Captain was no doubt freaked out, but for some reason he could finally think about what he wanted to do. Jushiro tucked away the blunt between his lips and began typing away. The computer was set to search the archives for something in particular. If Jushiro was ever to create a Garagunta without hollow powers. He would have to somehow find out more about the Hollows. He knew a whole lot about them already. But he didn’t yet know how some aspects of their powers worked. What was it that made these creatures tick? The Captain smiled even wider as the weed began to take effect. The man had finally found what he was looking for. Now all he had to do was take the time to read and understand what he was looking at. There was already a Kido spell that dealt with this dilemma. It was hidden away within the archives, how could he have missed this? If anyone was aware of this, then that could cause a few problems. The Captains past predecessors wasn’t so useless after all. That still didn’t mean he’d tale back what was said about them all those other times. On the screen before him are the various ways to go about creating a Garagunta. The easiest way would be through the use of a device. But after analyzing the situation, it wasn’t at all practical. What would happen if that device was destroyed during battle? How would they escape the enemies then? The Captainn rose from his chair and took his blunt with him after a few moments. The man would appear in a very spacious room. One that would be able to contain the rift should he create one that is. The Captain positioned himself in the room and began meditating. His Shinigami soul was the key to this very thing. He had to somehow corrupt his soul. Only by changing his Reiatsu properties could he possibly open this rift. The Shinigami started off by focusing on his desperation and pain. The man was hoping to channel it coherently and then convert it. For a moment he needed to give into the darkness of his soul. He had to create it on his own; this was a dangerous thing indeed. Since should he loose himself and betray his soul. His powers as a Shinigami could desert him until he found his way again. The spell could prove to be a very tricky one, but who knows. The Captain was intelligent enough to understand a few things. There he was lost in his own mind, trying to visualize the Garagunta opening before him. His Reiatsu began flowing out and was slowly transforming too. It was happening at an alarming rate, it was also one of the principles of Kido. Otherwise, how could a Shinigami possibly learn that many Kido spells? The Soul and Reiatsu properties had to change to suit the requirements of the Kido. The Shinigami already knew the name of the spell. The Incantation was also remembered based on what he had read earlier on that monitor in the office. The man began thinking of the spell; his Reiatsu was also being channelled cautiously. He didn’t want to go overboard at all, with this one. Such a thing could end in disaster for him, that didn’t matter now did it? The Captain’s Reiatsu drifted into the darkness, it was part of what he needed. The next part would require him to follow through and create a pathway. This pathway would no doubt lead to being their transport. There was one thing that puzzled the man though. When did the Senkai gate become so useless? Couldn’t they have found a way to extend the range of the Senkai gate? Everyone was overstepping their boundaries these days. So why not take it one step further? This would mean that the Shinigami would remain exclusive also. The Captain’s focus was on the spell and with his mind focus on the kidou. It was now time for the Captain to make the first attempt. His Reiatsu felt dark and tainted as he began the incantation for the spell.
“The guardian of the south pathway is blocked, the guardian of the north rejoice. The guardian of the west screams and the guardian of the east shows the path”.
The Shinigami whispered, his Reiatsu had reached breaking point. There was a slight tear in space and as the man opened his eyes something overwhelmed him. The Captain suddenly passed out and was carried off somewhere. The man was now in a dreamlike state which wasn’t such a bad thing. The Marijuana in his mouth rolled away and the ball of fire at the tip died. The Captain could hear something or rather someone calling out to him. It was the voice of a child, that same annoying voice of a certain brat. “Hey stupid, what do you think your doing? If we didn’t intervene we would have lost you to the darkness. How dare you attempt such a thing and not consult us first?”. The Captain found himself scratching his head as he laid there. He could tell he was at the playground, his eyes drifted to the side before the man sat up. The brat and her guardian were standing a mere seven feet from the Captain. Well the older male was standing, whilst pushing the child on the swing. It was at a moderate pace, one steady enough to conduct a conversation. “Well I wasn’t worried at all, especially since I have you both. Isn’t that right Kyouji, Nasamakki? But I guess you know what I was attempting don’t you?”. The male soon spoke up instead of the mouthy brat, which was rather rare. Kyouji was more or less the spokesperson for Jushiro’s Zanapakuto. No wonder Nasamakki was always miserable, since the brat didn’t give him a break. “Izanagi Dono, you should know better than to do such a thing. It is unsafe and dangerous to say the least. I must say on this occasion I wanted to wait a little longer before bringing you here. In any case don’t you think you’ll be needing our help Izanagi Dono?”. Listening to the guardian speak was like an echo of Kyouji’s voice. The Captain really couldn’t be bothered with this nonsense. He could do without any of this constant scolding, even if it was from him own Zanapakuto. The Captain soon stood up and looked at the two and smiled at them. They did have a point though, but they also reassured the Captain of one thing. He knew that his Zanapakuto would be there to maintain the balance. Without that balance, then there was always a chance that the man would fail. If the Shinigami did fail, then he’d be the one having miserable days. Izanagi seemed certain about that, Nasamakki would love to switch shoes. “Ah hell I was hoping you two wouldn’t do this right now. I’m busy or at least I was busy trying to work on this Kido spell. As you both now, I have to find a way to open a Garagunta. I already suspected it would be difficult, but I was hoping you’d lend a hand. I’m hoping you don’t let me down, besides If I fall to the darkness. Kyouji can no longer have any fun and you Makki san would be even more miserable too”. The Shinigami explained with a grin on his face. His Zanapakuto spirits needed to get their priorities straight. The Shinigami was sure that they would comply with him. The thought of things going peer shaped for them both didn’t sound promising. “Oi dickhead, you better let me come out and play later. Or else I will torment you if you don’t. At this moment, any opponent would do, so you better make good on your promise”. Who the hell does she think she is? This brat was speaking as if she was the adult, she was really too spoiled. She was beyond help at this point, Jushiro can only blame himself. The Captain soon scratched the back of his head in agreement and sighed. It was now a done deal and all Jushiro had to do was get to work. “As long as you two remember your role in all of this. I shall see you soon enough, I might even let you take control during a fight. That’s if your a good girl Kyouji”. The Captain smirked as he started drifting off again. Everything was being reversed, now that he was heading back. The Shinigami soon woke up, his eyes was now staring at the ceiling. The Shinigami then released another sigh, the situation was indeed vexing. But Jushiro knew that things would work out for him and so he rose to his feet. The man was confident in himself now, this made him want to get this over with now. The Captain took his stance, his fist folded. His index and middle fingers soon extended and his hand also rose. His Reiatsu began flowing out into the room once more. The darkness was there in his soul, but it was being held back. It was being kept in tact by other forces at work and so the man made another attempt. The Incantation was said more confidently and more proudly now. “The guardian of the south pathway is blocked, the guardian of the north rejoice. The guardian of the west screams and the guardian of the east shows the path”. The Shinigami paused for a few moments, his Reiatsu danced on the tip of his fingers. His hand moved up and down and across, zig zagging through the air. “Kuusho”
The Captain whispered once more, before making another slight motion. His hand drew across the air as if drawing a straight line. Strangely enough his fingers did seem to draw a white line which then turned into a dark one. The Captain soon smiled as he stepped back for a moment and cocked his head to the side. The camera zoomed in closer to his face and the Shinigami blinked comically. The man focused on this dark line that was created and slowly it began to widen a little. The Shinigami soon placed his hand on his chin and straightened his head. Walking from side to side, the Shinigami began inspecting this tiny rift. There was something strange about it; it wasn’t quite ready for use yet. The tiny rift soon began closing up which was rather vexing too. It resembled a zip being pulling up or across to seal the open space. That was the reversed effect of what Jushiro wanted to have happen. The Shinigami came to a stop and blinked once more. The man soon looked down at the Ganja stick once more and picked it up. It was once again set ablaze without any hesitation and the man pulled the smoke in. The smoke was then exhaled and the Captain gave a nod and smiled. The Shinigami soon raised his hand once more. His index and middle finger once again extended and Reiatsu was being channelled. The man started off once more by saying the Incantation to the Kido Spell. “The guardian of the south pathway is blocked, the guardian of the north rejoice. The guardian of the west screams and the guardian of the east shows the path”. There was once again another paused, the Captain felt a little high. That however didn’t prevent him from calling out the name of the Kido. “Kuusho” the Shinigami said simultaneously with his hand drawing a line through the air. The line once again turned dark and the rift began to open wider this time. The Shinigami’s Reiatsu was also in check. This meant that the Shinigami could keep it stable. There was now a huge gaping hole in the room. One that felt empty and lifeless, the man struggled to keep it opened. That much was evident as the rift started closing after a few moments. The Shinigami was however determined to keep it opened and so he did without fail. His Reiatsu flowed out into the dark abyss and it was now his own little world. The man maintained the spell or rather the Garagunta, wondering what would emerge from behind it. The Shinigami was also curious about what was on the other side too. Tilting his head to the side, the man puffed the blunt once more and stepped inside. It felt strange walking into such a thing; he was now in between dimensions as it stands. The Shinigami soon visualized Karakura town and decided to go there. Using his Reiatsu he would create an exit to the town. And after walking a little, the man finally came upon the exit. The sound of the town, the humans, it was so refreshing. The Shinigami didn’t spend a lot of time on this thing though. He was still standing inside the bounds of the Kido Garagunta, deciding not to emerge. The Captain inside closed this rift and changed direction. Reishi particles formed perfectly in order to keep him from falling endlessly. The Shinigami now had his eyes set on the realm of the Hollows. His hand soon extended, it was like opening another exit before him. It was funny to see just how much he could manipulate this space. Hueco Mundo was at last in his sights, the man was merely 2 feet away from stepping onto the sandy plains. He was quite tempted to do it, but he decided not to at the moment. The Captain took another puff and the smoke was exhaled into this lonely world. Hueco Mundo never seem to change at all, it was depressing to say the least. The Captain felt the need to return home and so he did. The gapping hole that lead to Hueco Mundo closing as he turned around and left. It was like walking through a door at times, after closing one another would open.