Sairento's Fight For Survival(Open to those over one hundred)

Sairento stood slowly from the crater that he had created using his bankai. So that's what power felt like. He smiled at Yoruichi, waving to show that, he himself, wasn't injured. Which amazed him to no extent. He noticed that the spare reitsu that usually surrounded his body wasn't as large as it usually was. He was happy that he had the spare spiritual energy. He knew if he didn't have such surrounding his body, he wouldn't have survived his bankai.

He slowly climbed out of the crater, noticing Yoruichi arguing with one of the men from the facility where he had lived most of his life. He noticed him drawing his blade as his eyes widened. He brought his arm up slowly, screaming out for his tutor to duck. As she did, he released a purple cero straight at the man. Upon contact of the cero to the male's arm, it was blown off, disintergrating.

The man cursed, grasping his blade with the other arm, running at sairento. Sairento's muscles hurt, so it took him a few seconds to finally raise his katana shaped blade. The attack was blocked, but he felt the sting within both of his shoulders. As the male drew his blade back, he shunpo'd from where he stood, appearing above the male. His arms raised, as his hands tightly gripped the blade's hilt. He brought it downwards, feeling it contact in the middle of the male's skull, as he pushed downwards. Upon his blade hitting the ground, the purple reitsu covering his blade had caused the man from the facility to be reduced to spirit particles.

He slowly stood from the position, releasing his bankai. The katana widened to a large blade, the blade then sliding through the hilt, an opening in the bottom allowing it to come back out there. The wolf head replica on the bottom of the hilt closed once more. His reitsu pulled out of the blade, coming back into his body, him huffing. He hadn't been able to rest yet and the last of that fighting had taken a lot out of him. He sat upon the ground, noticing that Yoruichi had run out of the training area. He began re-wrapped the bandages around his blade, standing to place the blade between his shoulder blades. Wouldn't be long before they came for him.

Sairento calmly walked out of the training area, shifting his gaze around slowly. He had to think of a way to escape. He knew he could open a soul gate, but he just need to make sure that no one would know it was him. Seconds later, a shinigami stepped through a gate, leading to Karakura. This was his chance.

Reacting quickly, he ran forth, hearing shouts of "Stop him!" and "close that gate!" But before the other shinigami could react, he dove through the open gate, it closing behind him. He sighed, seeing that he had come out just above the karakura high school. His form softly landed on the roof of the building, him then shunpo'ing to the next block, continuing on foot from there. He could tell he was near the park, shaking his head as he told himself to continue running. He stopped at urahara's shop, looking inside. No one was there, but he could tell that Kisuke had soul candy's and gigai he could use.
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A few minutes after entering the shop, he slipped into a gigai he had fashioned in his likeness. He had experience with this sort of thing, living in a facility can teach you things. He smiled as he slipped into it, lowering his spiritual pressure greatly. He then grabbed a soul candy, slipping it into the pocket of his shinigami robes. He thought about it, then he walked to the back of the shop, looking around. There he found what he was looking for, clothing. He only found one thing to his liking, but there was no shirt to it. He shrugged. Oh well, he thought, at least my tattoos will show. He had gotten them on his last visit to the human world and felt very proud. He also had piercings, which he didn't get human's fascinations with them. Either way, he slipped out of his robes, pulling on the purple robe-like pants, slipping the soul candy into the pocket of which. He then grabbed two purple fore-arm guards, slipping them on. Lastly, he grabbed his Zanpaktou, slipping it between his soulder blades, wrapping the bandages between his under arms and on top of his shoulders, like a human backpack. He shivered slightly at the cold steel on his back, then turning and exiting the shop.