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Standing in the meadow, Mikhail closed his eyes and inhaled as the wind blew through his lean form. When the breeze calmed into nothing but stillness, the unusually tall Captain exhaled, releasing any and all tension that had been held within his body. Today he was to push a Lieutenant to his limits, testing his powers to a point where Mikhail would be able to decided whether or not he was worth teaching Kido to. After all, Mikhail was a Kido master. His knowledge of spiritual energy, Chiyudou, kido, and the physical body were nearly unrivaled. His time was precious and limited and would be spent teaching only those worthy of learning. Deep inside he hoped that Kiwishima was worth teaching but he knew not to get his hopes up.

Mikhail stooded in a very simple, casual "street" stance like if one where to stop mid-walk. He turned his head to face the sourse of the sound from across the meadow and waved the child over. "It'd be best if you started this off. I'm afraid that if I were to have the first strike that my lack of restraint might end the battle before it were even to get started." He sounded so cocky then. So arrogant and full of himself but in many ways it was justified. Mikhail knew little to no self restraint. He wasn't one to typically toy with an opponent or taunt them. No, he demoralized them by stating the pure unrestrained truth and then backed it up full force. He lived by the addage said by Theodore Roosevelt; "Speak softly and carry a big stick". Mikhail was the walking epitome of that statement and lived up to his nickname as "Soviet".

Typically when you think of a man 6'7" you don't think of someone too particularly agile or swift but with Mikhail, you get both. A a physician of sorts his knowledge of the anatomy and how the body works is unsurpassed. This infinite and indespensible knowledge led him to medical discoveries that allowed him to manipulate his own body in ways that allowed it to function in a near reverse fashion. Every joint and socket in his body can be dislocated and relocated by shear willpower. Mikhail however has even more surprises. As a medical Shinigami he's had plenty of encounters with toxins and poisons. With such a track record of exposure he's gradually built up his own immunity to the most common of them, his body naturally able to fight them off and expell them via his pores and other bodily excretements. Even more impressive is his adeptness in battle. With his knowledge of the bodies key weaknesses and pressure points Mikhail is a very strategical fighter though he prefers more spontaneous methods of battle over thought out concrete plans.

In this case there was not much time for any planning of the sort. Instead he had to use his head in order to quickly and efficiently figure out a way to get the better of his welcomed aggressor. Just like me, he prefers to use his hands over his sword. Intriguing. Slightly perplexed by the rarety of a hand-to-hand inclined opponent not of the 2nd or 7th Division Mikhail could do little but smile and beam with glee.

As Kiwishima came at Mikhail in a pleasant display of acrobatics, Mikhail was able to follow his movements and his attempt at an elbow strike upon Mikhail's collarbone. Reacting swiftly and efficiently, Mikhail held out his right hand, slightly bent as if he were attempting to catch Kiwishima and fired a near harmless kido. "Bakudo #8. Seki." Creating a perfectly spherical ball of Reiatsu in his palm, Mikhail was effectively attempting to stop Kiwishima's elbow and send his body, which had rotated towards him, in an opposite rotating spin away from himself. He'd then move in on the Lieutenant and strike.

The knee Kiwishima had carelessly but amply fired into Mikhail ribcage effectively sank into the meant, cracking two ribs that had been hit on the crest of either curve of bone. The knee push the two halves of the bones back into his lung, a quick stabbing pain consuming his torso. Grasphing the Lieutenants leg with both hands, Mikhail used Seichuu no Netsu Chiyudou #7 to quickly cool the muscles and nerves within his thigh. Viciously he was attempting to cool the muscle and then yank on the leg with great force, tearing the muscle and ripping his tendens and tissues to shreds in Kiwishima's right leg. "I'll tell you right now, Healing Kido are more than just for healing." The cold hard and stoicly statue-esc Captain was malicious in his fights and even his spars. It wasn't that he took things too seriously but his mind switched from its normal day functions into instinct. It mattered not that Kiwishima was a Soul Reaper much like himself, right now in Mikhail's mind, the Lieutenant was no different from a Hollow.

As emotionless as the 4th Division Taichou came off as, he was really just exuding emotion, his expression typically somber or stoic sometimes read hurt, not physically but emotionally. Mikhail was not one to make bonds with others and was often why he was so emotionally distant. While like most people he is intune with his emotions, Mikhail refrains from expressing them through words or actions and instead wears them on his sleeve through his expressions and mannerisms. The history behind it went back to his days in the Academy and his first year as the 4th Division's Captain. In those days he trained to be a healer, wanting nothing more than to make up for his moral sins while living by treating those who were hurt by the likes of which he was all to familiar with. Mikhail during those days was good friend of Death's. While Soul Reapers were already technically dead, Mikhail liked to think of this as their second life of which when they died again were recycled into existance only to live again. He tried hard and often failed to remove his personal feelings from those he was meant to treat. When his patients "died" he felt grave lose and sorrow. Despair would consume his days and only when he was forced to kill a fellow Shinigami, one of his subordinates of the 4 Division who had defected, did he understand that his emotions were his weakness. From that point on, he sealed them away within his heart, voiding them from his mind and becoming who he was today.

Smirking wildly, Mikhail took a weightless jump back out of the smoke that resulted from Kiwishima's failed Hado attempt. But then, out of no where a spike in the subordinate's Reiatsu piqued Mikhail's interested. He came to the quick realization that the Lieutenant had released his Shikai form which not was located in for seperate positions, each one containing identical signatures. Chuckling softly however, Mikhail spat out a phrase and then snapped his fingers only to disappear from sight and from spiritual presence. "Bakudo #26. Kyakko." In a bright flash of light that quickly dissipated, the Captains form was gone, all traces of his presence erased. The target that had been headed for him with deadly accuracy just barely sped past him, the Taichou intelligently performing a shunpo to move just inches from where he had previously stood.

Mockingly the 4th Division Captain shunpo'd in a zigzag pattern, releasing and then sealing back up his Reiatsu only to do it again. He was creating false traces of his presence in order to confuse and force Kiwishima to fire off all his Fußball like weapons, each one would then dart about wildly in the meadow and allow Mikhail to sneak up upon and stealthly attack the Lieutenant with a specially crafted Chiyudou in mind. All this require that Kiwishima fell into Mikhail's little ploy or at least stepped into it part way. If the Lieutenant did not, then the Medical Master would be forced to use unrestrained and violent force to overwhelm and overtake Kiwishima. It was all dependant on one thing and Mikhail hoped that the subordinate hadn't grown too familiar with him just yet.

Stopping his Shunpo again to release a burst of energy, Mikhail felt his arms become ensnared and tightly strapped to his body. Hainawa! Mikhail was all to familiar with this Bakudo. It was a simple and effective binding spell that was strong and durrable but because of his adeptness with Kido Mikhail could have easily broken free. While he did not in fact break the Kido, Mikhail instead charged forward, twirling his form while jumping in mid air and essentially backflipping over Kiwishima's head. As he brought his legs over his head mid flip, Mikhail radically boosted his momentum and velocity and spotted the "ball" or energy that was heading back towards the Lieutenant. Seizing the opportunity and with careful timed precision, Mikhail wound up and slammed the top of his foot under the ball moments before landing on the Earth again. At near point blank range, Mikhail bicycle kicked the subordinates very own weapon effectively attempting to use it against him.

But often with most things, the outcome was left in the hands of fate. Mikhail knew very well that with most Zanpakuto forms after release that the wielder could often control their weapon and recall it with their mind. This would have proved a dilema for Mikhail had he not turned the balls recall into a sneak attack of sorts. The Taichou, very adaptive and inventive as he was always seemed to figure out some sort of way to turn a situation around and benefit from even the most insignificant seeming things. This is what made Mikhail such a successful and revered Captain. His ability to turn even the bleakest of situations around made him feared by many and respected by even more. Sure, he was the Medical Captain but that didn't mean he couldn't fight. Mikhail was confident in his own abilities so much so that he KNEW for a fact that he could easily go toe to toe with the Hakuda Master and Combat Specialists of the Gotei 13. Argueably, Mikhail was one of the more rounded of Captains, his knowledge and prowess in both Kido and hand-to-hand combat amoungst the most powerful.

Smiling brightly, Mikhail felt his leg sink into the Earth, a large crater of the ground created from the weight and force. "You tricky b*****d." Laughing softly the Medical Taichou grabbed his left thigh up towards the hip. Squeasing with just the right force and wedging his fingers into the joint, Mikhail dislocated his hip with a loud pop. "Ah, thats better." Grinding his teeth pleasantly, the Captain shunpo'd forward, this time at a much slower rate as he dragged along his limp limb. "I'm not so crazy as I might look. You see, putting that much strain and tension on your muscles trying to lift that much weight easily tears then to shreads. Your tendons are much more elastic allowing me to put more strain on them then on the muscle." Chuckling like some mad insane scientist, Mikhail decided it'd be in his best interest to immobilize his opponent and then proceed to end the battle swiftly.

Seeing his spontaneous plan through, Mikhail picked one of the most successful and effective Bakudo he knew. "Bakudo #61. Rikujōkōrō." Holding out his right hand, a bright light ominously glowed in his palm. Audible to the ear, a static sound quickly filled the air and 6 bars of golden light came flying towards a common target, that being Kiwishima. While Mikhail was intending to immobilize the Lieutenant and end the fight, he knew that killing the child was out of the question, after all, he invited the subordinate here. But Mikhail would do something torturous and lasting to be engraved in the memory of Kiwishima. We'll push his mental limitations to the max and see just what it takes to break him. The second he cries out in pain is the very second this fight is claimed as my win.

Walking over to Kiwishima Mikhail's face became awash with a sick twisted expression. Gently grasping the chin of the Lieutenant, Mikhail teased, ever so slightly touching his lips upon the cheek of the subordinate. As he did so, Mikhail transfered Reiatsu from his lips into Kiwishima's blood stream. Snapping his fingers, the Reiatsu would activate, sending a strong jolt of electricity through the heart of the Lieutenant. While it would be painful, there would be no adverse affects other than numbness in his limbs and uncontrolled muscle spasms. Continuing his cruel inflictions upon Kiwishima's body, Mikhail also furthered his touch.

Since becoming blind, Mikhail felt an increase in all of his senses but most of all his sense of touch. This was his what his special sight was based off of, like a mole, he felt vibrations in the air and earth to create mental "maps" or images in his head. Sense of touch to Mikhail was regarded as the highest form of sensuality as it was typically in Russian culture.

With all this kept in mind, Mikhail continued to torture and demoralize the Lieutenant. "Don't tell your Taichou." Opening the boys jerkin, Mikhail dragged a finger down his chest, leaving a burn mark as he went all the way down to the waist. Mikhail was exercising, or abusing his talents in Chiyudou to manipulate the Lieutenant to a point where he'd just be awake enough to feel the pain but not to move. In his mind, he'd incompasitate Kiwishima, do unexplainable things to him, scientifically related and then heal him up and send him back off to the 12 Division. As far as Mikhail knew, he was the only homosexual Captain. He therefore seized any chances he had to make advances on lowly shinigami like Kiwishima in order to arouse them and confuze them, make them second guess everything they thought they knew and then fall into Mikhail's guilt trip. It was a corrupt part of Mikhail's subconcious controlled by a being yet to rear its head. In all honesty Mikhail had no control over what he was doing and did it without thought.