Test Number 1: Damien vs Jinbu

DamienKiyoshi: “Gong..” It has just turned noon as the last of the midday bells chimed from the local shrine, locals and tourists alike flooding into this one beautifully painted building, paying respects to their respective gods. One such god was the ‘Shinigami’ bringer of death, reaper of souls, “What a load of bull..” Thought one such god sat upon the roof of these run down shrine, “Nothing but cattle, I have the right mind to slay you all and cause some real contenders to show up.” He’d chuckle to himself, what could be seen of his purple hue’s through his thick onyx black locks darting from person to person, before taking a deep breathing and exhaling slower, calming his body which had been tingling at the tempting thoughts running through his mind. The male was named Damien Kiyoshi, a shinigami.. Of sorts, currently residing in the world of the living, having left the Soul Society and it’s beliefs behind, becoming a lone nomad you could say, scouting for the unknown and the strong. He leaned back against the tiles of the roof, basking in the afternoon sun, soaking in it’s ray as the day around him just went by, this was the life, no obligations and no worries. Damien himself wore an outfit still somewhat reminiscent of his Shinigami days, his top a sleeveless kimono top, black in colour, an overcoat over it, almost like a pajama top, once against black with the his clan symbol printed between his shoulder blades. Upon his bottoms he wore just some black loose fitting pants, tied of at the waist and just below his knee with purple rope, his feet housing a pair of open toed rubber shoes. Across his back lay his Zanpakuto, a black long bladed tanto, laying across the bottom of his back, attached to the outside of his overcoat by two clips leaving the hilt to his left. The shrine itself, just a single building in the middle of a forest, a few meters between the tree line and the building itself, with an open path way leading down to the local graveyard and past that the main road connecting them to civilization. After a little while of just waiting there, a few hours had passed and his already olive skin seemed to be tanning a little darker, “Time to leave I guess..” He’d jump to his feet standing on the edge of the rooftop before stretching his arms and feet out, loosening his limbs and looking around at his surrounding, making sure he wasn’t being followed or crept up on.

Naekkoya: "Ah, if only, if only..." Jinbu sighed softly, having taken interest in the World of the Living. Of course, that was only because there was said to be a Vizard hanging around that they wanted to re-recruit. As the Lieutenant of Squad 13, a watcher over the World of the Living, it was his job to come out and speak to this Vizard. That doesn't particularily mean he was interested in the man, just his people were. Dressed in the usual garbs of the Shinigami, including the sleeved kimono top in black, and black hakama as well as the socks and tan sandals, he also wore a black overcoat, his zanpakutou hanging at his side underneath the white sash on his waist. His brown hair resembled that of his mother's, a little wild but swept to the side with the back going as long as his shoulders, one would say he was an odd one. Not to mention, he had tattoos on his face, a reminder of his sad passing of his mother in the many years, tear drops underneath his ocean blue eyes, which seemed to flicker ever so often. He passed through along the people, following the flow up to a shrine by a graveyard, interested in what they worshipped. Of course, none could see him, few may be able to sense him, very few indeed. Reaching the shrine, he took a look around the area to find they simply did prayers to the death gods, something like him perhaps, praying to family who made it to the other side. He merely chuckled at this before taking notice to another nearby. Oh, an unfamiliar presence, of course, so this must be the person he was looking for? A smug grin grew upon his face as he stepped out and looked above to the shrine nearby, one that seemed rather misused, old and untouched. "Well, well, well! Look who I found! A Vizard!" He chuckled, leaping forth until he was at the old shrine, standing beside it. "Mind coming down for a quick chat? I'm sure you don't mind speaking with someone like me."

DamienKiyoshi: His attention was quickly claimed by the person who addressed him, and spoke towards him. His body quickly turned to his directions nodding but never speaking, stepping off the roof onto thin air, creating a platform made of reishi underfoot, creating a staircase which appeared and disappeared as he stepped and stepped off of them. About half way down without any sign of hesitation, a grin take over Damien’s face, in the next moment a mask appeared, purer white, with purple trimming, the whites of his eyes now black as his spiritual pressure peaked for but a moment.. “Hado #4..” Damien would murmur under his breath, instantly vanishing from sight into an augmented Sonido moving around the targets flank until he was directly behind them, his chest could probably be felt upon the person's back, his left hand having a no incantation enhanced charged Hado prepared to be fired by having two fingers his middle and index finger pointed towards the shinigami’s hip, pointing somewhat diagonal tilted so the blue lightning strike would pierce the body, blowing a hole diagonally through their abdomen, entering above the left hip, and exiting just to the side of the right breast. Damien’s right hand had also moved, to somewhat cage the target in between both hands, his right hand moving to full palm thrust into the right side of his head forcing the body into a wildly spin landing limb on the floor if the attack landed 100%. “Byakurai..” Damien would whisper under his breath if the attack landed or not, if it didn’t he’d quickly take in his surroundings searching for the direction the person had escaped in and turning his body towards it.