Finally today was the day. The day for Tengen to join the Kyoshinja a secrect civilization specifically of his kind... Vizards. He entered the Dangai world u M detected by any guards or scouts protecting the Grand Hall. He moved quickly keeping his reishi low and staying off the straight paths. Once he reached the walls of the hall he would quickly use his shunpo to sneak into one of the open windows, "Infiltration Successful." He would laugh quiet louder then he fully intended which alerted the guards.  

He was now being chased by the guards in a full speed shunpo chase inside the walls of the Grand Hall. This day couldn't have been better. He decided it was time to get the attention of the leaders of Kyoshinja or at least one. He would then hop out an open window again heading to the top of the Hall. There he would release his Vizard Mask causing a high spiritual pressure to cover the Grand Hall. He would then take it one step further, "Phase with the moon..... Shiroi Kiba!" The immense spiritual pressure would cause the rubble and small rocks in the area to raise and scare off the guards. As he unsheated his sword it transformed into its shikai form a big  silver  blade with wolf fur for the hilt. This spiritual pressure would surely alert the higher ups of the Kyoshinja.

Vai'el might as well have appeared out of thin air. There he was. Just appearing in front of this man. His infiltration wasn't as successful as he would have liked to think. Vai'el was better than that. He had spotted the man before he even found a window to get into. The leader had just decided to see how far the man would get. He had some...basic skill. He surely wasn't even apart of the Onmitsukido though. If he was Vai'el might just go back and resume command. Clearly incompetence was in control of his original squad. He highly, highly, doubted, however, that this man was an assassin. He couldn't be. The Vizard stood in front of the other male with folded arms. His blue eyes looked at the man with analytic coldness. The guards stopped their chase and looked to the leader. They knew better than to be here. Making themselves scarce, clumps of reishi began to form on the side of Vai'el's face.

He said not a word.

When the mask was formed, the leader casually slid it on. His reiatsu blasted forth, carrying a chilling wind with it, and easily dwarfing that of the other man's. "If you have a death wish, then please...continue to allow your weapon to be out in front of him. Otherwise, put it away. He doesn't permit weapons to be released in such a manner before him...You have twenty seconds." That was all he would say. His finger would begin to tap along his thigh, keeping track of time. This man would need to learn the order of things. If he refused, that's fine. Everyone within these walls knew who was the last person to cross. Nobody here, save one, have even seen Vai'el's Shikai, let alone his Bankai.

As Tengen felt his spiritual pressure be smothered by this mans he knew keeping on this path was rough and dangerous. He released his shikai first swiping it to the side before returning it to its rightful place. He pushed his red hair off his mask before removing it and reverting to his original state. Tengen had gotten what he wanted but he didn't expect someone like this. This spiritual had to be one of the strongest he has felt since departing the Soul Society. He would the bow to one knee lowering his head as well causing his hair to fall once again before he spoke, "My apologies Sir I jusy wanted to get you attention. I was wondering If I could join your clan. Tengen wondered if he already over acted. His Vizard form caused him to be alittle off at times...

"..."

The Vizard was silent for a moment. Was this guy for real? He went through the trouble of finding this place, infiltrating it's walls, and then running about like a barbarian just to have a chance at joining? Vai'el knew nothing of this man, other than he was a rather...headstrong fellow. He didn't seem particularly concerned with the possibilities of anything. Vai'el could have killed the male without a second thought, and without much of a problem most likely. Did such things even occur to him? Or did this stranger just decide that he was going to rush in? Vai'el truly wasn't sure how to respond. He debated just full on attacking the man, but then he had a better idea...

He wasn't terribly impressed with the ease of which this strange Vizard submitted to his demands. Sure he was clearly faced with he leader of his people, but he was also in this man's home. Not only did he seal his sword, but he also removed his mask. Vai'el found him to be too...trusting. He wished to see how far this trust would go.

The older man turned on his heel and began to walk away. He was curious to see how this intruder would react. The guards had already cleared the area, knowing Vai'el to be perfectly capable of handling himself. As far as Vai'el could tell, this man had several options. He could feel insulted and attack Vai'el to prove his worth. He could walk away a defeated man, at which point Vai'el would simply never accept him. He could also just follow Vai'el and begin blathering about how much he wanted to join, or walk in silence. The first and the final options were the only ones that concerned him. Vai'el was an assassin. He wouldn't let anyone into his family without first understanding how they think...

He would quickly use his shunpo to gain a certain burst of speed. While dashing forward he would unsheath his sword anger and disappointment flaring in his eyes, "I have tried my hardest to impress you I pour all my soul to blade and mask and you blow me off!" He grip his blade with such passion and intensity his spirit could be seen in his eyes. He would then commence to raise his blade while still talking, "I didn't ask to become a Vizard... I didnt ask for my father to betray me. I didn't ask to be hunted down by the soul society for doing the right thing... I just want to be apart of something more again! I.... I want to belong." Without know it Tengen would have raised his blade to Vai'el's throat without being aware of his actions. He completely knows he over stepped his boundaries this time but he didnt care he needed to get this out.  He needed to let this man know how he felt and his reasoning for being here. Whatever action he tool would be fine to Tengen .

The Vizard made no motion to move. He wasn't worried about this. In fact, as he heard the man stepping forward while shouting, he turned to face him and his blade. The leader of the group stood still listening to these words, though the fell of deaf ears. Everyone here had left during the exodus of the Soul Society. Some people he picked up after, and those people had all gone through similar torment. Vai'el didn't have time to babysit anyone. He was a leader, not a guardian or parent. He wasn't holding anyone's hands. He didn't when he ran the Onmitsukido, and he wouldn't now. If you couldn't hold your own, know what you stand for, or see something through to completion, he didn't want you here.

So. As the blade began to close in on the Vizard's through a small circle of ice would form and block the blade effortlessly. The Vizard just stared at the younger male as the ice held firm against the aggression. "Is this truly all you are capable of?... His tone was flat, even, but it wasn't mocking. It seemed to be more of a 'Are we done here?' question, rather than one designed to antagonize and draw a reaction out of. Though the Vizard Leader did wish to see more. None who were in his service got in just by attacking him, though just about all of them had at one point. He needed to know the strengths, the weaknesses, and the quirks of all who served him. Vai'el believed the only way to truly understand a beings power was not to witness it, but to experience it. On top of that, the only way to truly understand a man's heart was to fight him.

"You say you tried hard to impress him, but he detected you before you even entered through the window. You say you wish to belong, but here you stand...unwilling to take the steps necessary to belong here. You are a boy with a mask and a sword." --he casually pushed the blade aside and the ice dissipated-- "Show me that you are more than that..." The voice of the man was flat as he spoke these words, but the feminine echo behind his own voice seemed taunting, challenging, and the way the last words fell off one might even say...lustful? Vai'el spun on his heels again and resumed walking down the large corridor. He had no intention of grabbing his blade. He needed to test this boy out though. If he attacked, then maybe he was worth saving. If he broken down, then he is too far lost.

Tengen eyes would start to become glassy and wet. He expressed all of his feeling and this man still dismissed him. He wouldn't let him get away with this... Even if he is defeated horribly he will fight till his last moments of consciousness. He would wave his hand across his face once again reactivating his mask. He then would stare angrily at the man while he activated his shikai, "Phase with the Moon, Shiroi Kiba!!!" He would then raise his blade again to chest level turning it sideways and placing his palm on the back of the blade. In the front he would gather a large amount of red reishi with a black lining into the shape and size of a basketball in the center of the blade of the opposite side of his palm,  "Is this what you want. Well you got it...." At that last word the ball would swell now the size of a medicine ball and fire it forward, "Cero!"

The Vizard Leader continued to walk, even as the man released his blade. He sighed again. He turned as the intruder charged his cero. Vai'el formed his own Cero, holding back the majority of it's power, so as not to kill the poor boy, and fired at the same time. A brief explosion occurred, but with a simply Hado #1 from Vai'el, the smoke cleared. He stood behind Tengen, a mere five feet away. [color:753c=3399FF]"You lack focus. Also, he already told you to seal your blade. Did he give you a command to release it? If you wish to stay here, you'll need to learn how things work. He isn't running a charity. This isn't an orphanage, or a shelter. This is a base. This is an operation. We have rules, his rules, and you will follow them, or you will leave. Whether you leave via death or on your own two feet is irrelevant, and he simply couldn't care less."

He began walking again and this time motioned for the younger Vizard to follow him.