Emi looked on in dismay as Ghost made his attempt one more. Again, nothing but power and excess. Even worse, the attempt partially amounted to an imitation of her own much less wasteful effort. Simply charging at at situation headlong was a sure fire way to die in the face of real threats. The straightforward were predictable, the predictable were fodder, ineffective, sloppy. She had no need for plumbers in place of surgeons. Ghost was proving himself to be the former. The core of this training, beneath the surface was preparation for mission that required the kind of finesse and display of expertise Ghost apparently lacked. Even moreso dedication and care for the craft.
Her frustration was nearing its limit, and for the slightest of moments her reiatsu would spill out into the room and with it a wave of dread, a mere hint of the terrible force she contained within her and what would come had she last control. Yet, she striffled her emotions. Sheathing then as she would her weapon after a long fought battle. Out of sight, out of mind. She spoke.
“Why do you think I chose this trial?”
She called out to everyone, though her center of focus was quite clear. Despite that she didn’t expect an answer.
“I did not invite you here to see how strong you were. Anyone could be strong, I’m living proof of that. Strength, is meaningless here. What we do is not like the rest of Gotei, simply fighting whatever enemies may come. If it’s your goal to be a musclehead and show off your strength, then the door is right behind me.
We, are not soldiers. Or rather, the Grand Chief I am looking for is not a soldier. I want I desire only Masters. Not just masters of combat, but of Kidou as well. One master of this art is worth more than 1000 of the best soldiers gotei could offer. One well placed spell and their ranks would crumble. You may think you can just get by pretending to care, by just going through the motions merely imitating what you’ve seen, but not here. Imitation is not skill. Not mastery.
The types of threats sealed within the great prison are not like some hollow that’ll just kill you and maybe a few others. The threats we are sworn to ensure never see the light of day again are those capable of easily decimating the entirety of Soul Society single handedly. They are deathless, titans, devils...gods.”
Again, that same coldness in her voice emerged once more as she turned to Ghost.
“You think power will stop them? You think power is why they were imprisoned to begin with? Do you think, as you are now, for what you just showed me right now is anywhere near what will be required for you to go out and capture one of those creatures? You’re probably unfimaliar with the ancient ruined burried deep beneath the Seventh Division before it was destroyed. If you are, it’s likely you never wondered who it was that created them, or even how those beasts came to be imprisoned there.
It was the Kidou Corps that created. Thousands of years before our time. The same kind of prison we are the guards of. When the Seventh was lost, I was the one that moved each and every one of those monsters, and improsoned them all here. Strength was not what allowed it. It was my mastery of the same imprisoned them originally, that allowed me to accomplish this. There are others out there. Slumbering, waiting for their moment of waking and the chance to bring ruin to everything. Our duty, our real mission is hunting them.
If you think that mere strength is enough for you in the face of true threats abandon the thought here and now. Here, only the wise will prevail.”
Her eyes narrowed, her speech was nearing its conclusion. Despite that, she would not ease up. Though her body and appearance betrayed her, her grip was ironclad. In a lot of ways she weileded the same unflinching authority her former master once did. However, unlike Solus who was much more like a mallet in his approach to things, she was the surgical knife. Small, fragile looking, but a blade of nigh unparalleled sharpness. A blade that so finely balanced life and death on its edge. Emi was that blade. One who despite her looks, could easily save, or slaughter.
In this case, this moment would end in slaughter.
“Ghost, you have failed to display the Mark of Kidou Mastery. The position of Kidou Grand Chief is not fit for you. For the moment you are dismissed. Or, would you rather that be permanent? The Kidou Corps have no room for those who cannot take their mission and duties seriously, and as of now I’m not yet convinced you’re capable of that. So the choice you need to make is simple... get real or get out.”
Her hardline stance on the matter was as unwavering as her aura she projected. There was too much at stake for her standards to be anything less than the absolute peak.
”To the rest of you...”
Again, a wave of dread would radiate from Emi, as her tolerance levels for underperformance had now reached their absolute floor. Yet rather than speaking with that some cold tone she had adopted up until this point, this new tone was empty. Not empty in the sense that it was missing something, but that she literally spoke in such a way that it would give the impression that further disappointment would result in her sending failures to the void. A never-ending pit of suffering and squalor, a blackness worse than death that none would ever return from. True, and utter oblivion.
This was the sovereign underneath. A new breed of monster. One of her master’s making, and one far deadlier. One that would bite out the throat of its own mother, and feast on its remains, not for food, but just for the simple fact that she could. A nighmare in human form.
“Take pride in your work. Any other halfhearted attempts beyond this point... will be corrected.”
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It would come in a blur, and seek to lay waste to them all.
In a flash, the beast sought to let loose a calamity crafted by its own hands.
Its sole purpose to leave nothing but charred remains and ash...