Battle at the Base (Ayumu, Kasai)

[Jachimaru]

Jachimaru returned to the base with the door in his hands, expecting the base to be completely destroyed by the sparring match between Ayumu and Kasai. To his surprise, however, the base was fine; although it seemed as though the two had yet to start their match. "Umm... C-could you two... wait until the door is fixed... before you start?" the Vizard asked nervously as he began to work on replacing the door.

As he was getting the new door set up, his inner hollow spoke to him. "Ya know, wouldn't it be better if ya just killed the two and say you got back too late? Just tell Hatora they got out of control or somethin'?" the voice said in a dark tone.

"I don't think anyone would believe that. And I have no reason to kill them yet. I'll just wait until I get a good opportunity." the vizard thought as he put the hinges together and made sure the door was sturdy.

"A good opportunity? What the heck do ya think this is? It'd be easy to take them out, especially since they don't even suspect you!" his inner hollow's voice called out, ringing through his head.

"I appreciate your concern for my vendetta, but it seems like your blood lust is making you impatient." he thought as he closed the door and looked through the base. "Uh... H-hey guys... th-the door is fixed so, uh... just don't go overboard?" he called out nervously, knowing the two would likely get out of control regardless.

[ayumutakeuchi]

Ayumu was a bit less enthused than he imagined his other Vizard brethren to be, training being one of his least situations. This was especially so when fighting against other Vizards, for he knew too well that he would have to fight all-out if he had any hope of keeping his pride.

Ayumu skulked around towards the front of the base, ready to begin sparring with his training partner, just as Jachimaru entered the complex. The skiddish Vizard nervously went about replacing the door and politely asked if the two wouldn't 'go overboard'. "Pssh, as if. Its inevitable with the bunch of us, that someone's bound to go overboard and out of control," Ayumu whispered to himself as he took off his sunglasses and fitted them into his brestpocket of his shirt. The Vizard didn't mean to be disrespectful, he was simply in a bad mood. Ayumu's eyes hung low as he slouched forward a bit, and his visage looked so thorougly disinterested it almost seemed angry.

His other hand in his pocket, he pulled his zanpakutou from its sheath, brandishing it clearly before his comrade. ""Well then, lets get this over with," Ayumu stated somewhat lazily to Kasai. ""I'll let you make the first move. I'm not one for making the first attack, its just not my thing."