[Seiji's Log, #17]
"I've been traveling this lonely road for about a week or so now to follow-up on some intel I got from Kat. It's tough being the only sane man in an insane world, but someone's gotta do it. It had been a long time coming now, the chance to meet the man who had contributed 60% of Seiji's genetics. The man Seiji looked up to, the man... Known as Ika Mazi. The legendary figure, a beacon of those who protect the Soul Cycle... Such is the man who gave Seiji 60% of his genes."

Seiji monologued to himself as he wandered the jungles of Bogota. After pestering Kat for about a week, she finally caved and told him to go to Bogota to find what he sought. It was hot, humid, and Seiji was using his liquid nitrogen abilities to keep cool like an absolute boss. Suddenly, it occurred to him that Kat never said where in Bogota Ika was.

So some schmuck came into Ika's jungle, monologuing to his autistic ass self about how Ika was his daddy, and while Ika appreciated the proverbial blowjob he was getting from the boy he wasn't really into him turning up here, so Ika decided he was going to put the kibosh on that shit immediately if not sooner. Ika quickly popped into Seiji's thought bubble. "I don't know who you are or where you're from but please leave my jungle, please quit blowing me, and please quit being a cuck. If I were your father I would have suffocated you using your mothers cunt." Once Ika had transported that little mental message, he was disheartened to see that the boy was still continuing to travel in his general direction. Why in the fuck he was here was beyond Ika's comprehension, but by this point he couldn't be ignored.

Ika Shunpo'd out from behind a tree, biting down gently on a freshly lit cigarette as he looked the boy over. It was then that Ika saw the passing resemblance to himself and his cigarette fell from his mouth, seemingly in slow motion. I mean we're talking anime shit here dudes, this thing took three episodes to hit the ground as Ika's mind became a blur. Not another bastard..

Ignoring Ika's rather warm welcome of him (if you could call it that) Seiji blinked as he set eyes upon the person who had donated the majority of his genetic code. He could vaguely see the resemblance he shared with the man, but that was all it was. Vague. None of that mirror-image shit you normally see. After apparently three episodes of silent cigarette drop action, Seiji sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair as he locked gazes with the man before him.

"Man, looking for you was exhausting. I was starting to think Kat was just trying to get rid of me for a while, honestly but I found you so..." Seiji slowly leaned his back against the trunk of a nearby tree and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "So, what're you doing all the way out here... Father? I'm not particularly in the mood to just turn around and walk back at the moment. Might as well chat."

It seemed that the boy was blinking rather blankly in Ika's general direction, clearly enamored with the fine specimen that stood before him yet even Ika could see the vague resemblance between the two of them. After several episodes of cigarette drop shenanigans it seemed that the boy decided to run a hand through his own hair, prompting Ika to stare in relative disgust as he listened to the boy give him his story. Apparently Kat had told him where Ika was which also meant that Kat knew where Ika was and hadn't come which meant.. oh god.. Ika was going to need to be a parent here pretty soon in a couple of episodes and pretend that he cared about Kat, that was going to be both touching and annoying all at the same time..

Ika dropped his head into his hands and sighed, only vaguely keeping an idea of what it was that Seiji was doing as he slowly leaned back against the trunk of the nearby tree and crossed his arms in front of his chest. As Seiji asked Ika what it was he was doing out in Bogota it prompted a light smile on Ika's part as he spoke up. "Evading child support and child care. Other than that I'm thinking about what exactly I wanna do going forwards in this boring as shit world."

Ika's reply got a chuckle out of Seiji for sure. "That's... That's pretty good," Said the young Shinigami while scratching his cheek nervously. Truly, it was an excellent piece of comedic brilliance. "On the way here... I heard whispers. That you're putting together a team. Any truth to that?" Seiji would await his father's reply while contemplating the man's demeanor. Based on the number of episodes it took for Ika's cigarette to finally hit the ground it was safe to say Ika wasn't expecting to get a visit from him, much less any of his known children. This was especially true considering the man's expression when Seiji mentioned Kat was the one who pointed him in the right direction.

"If you are putting together some sort of team deal, I want in. Now, my siblings may have me beat in terms of raw power, but please consider the following. I have a penis, which makes me automatically better than Kat. Kazuku's still got me beat though." Seiji paused for a moment before continuing his train of thought, "I'm not saying I want you to be there for me or anything, I'm long past having needed a father in my life. All I want is to have the opportunity to fight by your side. You're a legend, and you're my dad?" Seiji stopped for a moment, flashing a proud smile. "What self-respecting warrior wouldn't want to join you?"

Ika watched as his son nervously chuckled about Ika's response to him, and inquired as to whether or not Ika was forming a team of sorts. Ika pondered telling him about it, and figured that a few details may not be the worst thing in the world. "As a matter of fact I am going to be creating a team of sorts but I need to be honest with you, I'm not sure that you're tall enough to ride the ride son." Ika listened as his son explained his reasoning behind why Ika should pick him over Kat and he couldn't help but chuckle lightly, at least until he heard a name he had never heard before. Ika raised an uncomfortable eyebrow at one name before speaking up. "And just who in the fuck is Kazuku? You know what, I don't care. Two bastards is enough, if I have another they can rot."

Ika placed his palm in his hands and shook his head lightly, as his son spoke about wanting to fight alongside him Ika couldn't help but feel a bit of pride well up inside of him. It was nice to be thought of in such haughty terms, but Ika knew that his intended path was one with very little room for emotional baggage, and he felt a pang of guilt as his son talked about joining him. He wanted to say no, but when he tried to say it all he could hear was his father's voice telling him the exact same thing all those years ago. Ika grimaced lightly before continuing. "I'll tell you what.. If you can make an impression on me with your abilities in combat, I'll take you."

This was going to be Ika's way to tell him no, even if he couldn't muster the will to tell him in words. He was going to beat the boys will to fight alongside Ika out of him, whether he liked it or not.

Seiji felt a genuine smile just barely tug at the corners of his mouth for a second. It was small, imperceptible, but he hadn't felt something like this in a long time. Perhaps even... Ever, really. Seiji grew up in one of the outermost districts with a mother who could barely feed herself, let alone him. Still, Seiji wouldn't exactly say his childhood was overall unpleasant. After his mother returned to Samsara the young man was lucky enough to get scouted by some passing Shinigami who took him in. He went to school, slowly began to piece together the truth of his bloodline, and even met Kat.

"Sorry, but I've come too far and worked too hard to give up now. Haaaah... Guess I'll need to put in some effort to make you acknowledge me here." Seiji let out a chuckle while running a hand back through his hair and exhaling. With his other hand, he drew his blade and uttered his call to his Zanpakuto spirit. "Bring about the endless cold, Reikokuna Ginko!" Seiji's hair turned to a powdery snow white from the roots to the tips as his blade morphed into a pair of gauntlets. From these extended a layer of metal which seemed to take his clothes and shift them into a skin-tight armor. Absolutely frigid air began to roll off of Seiji like he was a giant block of dry ice. A strange liquid began to coat Seiji's body afterwards, almost silvery-white in color. With all his preparations out of the way, Seiji charged forward with Shunpo while keeping his body tight and his hands up. He stopped right in front of Ika and would feint an attempted uppercut to the chin before Shunpo'ing again above Ika whilst leaving behind an Utsusemi. While above him from about 10 feet up, Seiji would fire down three solid nitrogen bullets at Bala speed and damage aimed for his father's left shoulder.

Seiji wasn't backing down. Nothing in his life so far had been more worth fighting for than his father's acknowledgment. That Seiji was strong. That Seiji more than simply existed as a passive entity within the Gotei up till now.

The boy actually thought this was going to be that movie moment where his father could accept him, where he could prove his worth in combat and make a name for himself. Where he could show everyone that they had been wrong about him including his father, and somehow make Ika change his mind when it had already been made up. Ika could see the excitement and expectancy written across Seiji's face, and it kept reminding him of himself all those years ago.. Ika was however interrupted from these thoughts when he heard his son draw his Zanpakuto from it's sheathe. His son's hair turned icy white and his body formed a skin tight armor, it appeared that it was quite a bit like Ika's own release form.. The boy's body was oozing an ice-cold substance and his body seemed to radiate with cold as though he himself were made primarily of dry ice.

It was at this point that the boy made his first mistake. Ika's mask had already formed across his face, Ika dodged the uppercut before realizing that the boy ha used Cicada. As Ika looked up he saw the boy rain three nitrogen bullets towards him. Ika was able to Shunpo away from two but one ended up lodged in his arm, freezing the nearby area until Ika could get it loose and remove it. A small grimace parted Ika's lips, and then a small smile of something he never thought he'd live to see. Pride, in someone else. Unfortunately for Seiji Ika still didn't believe in fairy-tail endings, and this one wasn't going to be any different.

Ika used the sound of Sonido to get the boy's attention as he warped behind the boy's back before using Shunpo to get to his front. Ika launched a straight kick at the back of the boys knees and at almost the same time, at Shunpo speeds he clapped both of his hands together around the boy's head. If this connected, his equilibrium was going to be devastated, and he was going to be lucky to stay standing. That would be the time Ika would show him just how drastic the gap between them truly was.

A complete beatdown. That was the only way to describe the onslaught of pain that Ika unleashed on Seiji. The sound of a Sonido drew Seiji's attention immediately and caused him to turn his head and draw his attention before he felt a shooting pain in the back of his knees before a loud bang and a crack filled his ears... Then nothing. The sides of his head and the insides of his ears were crackling and throbbing with pain. His sense of balance was utterly shot, and he felt his consciousness slip out of his willpower's grasp as he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Damn... It..." Seiji muttered a curse in a pained voice before he closed his eyes while blood gushed out of the sides of his head. The light of the sun ahd played a trick on his eyes: what he thought had been almost close enough to touch was a bird flying through the sky and utterly out of his reach.

It was a fucking massacre from the outset folks, that was one of the many ways one could describe the impossible ass-kicking Ika had just handed out to his own flesh and blood. The boy's knee popped and head seemed to crack as Ika quite literally clapped the boy's will out of existence, and left him laying on the ground. He could hear the boy muttering, stammering over his own words and trying to fight off the surrender of sleep but it was to no avail. His body had already hit the ground with a distinctive thud, and as Ika saw the pain etched across his boy's bloody face he knew that the deed had been done. It was as easy as he had expected it to be, not that it was any fault of Seiji's. His standards were too high, he was himself a standard that was unreasonable to reach for and yet still, he had allowed the boy to try and fail.

For now he would be returned to the Soul Societies squad four barracks, where he would have a very, very long nap.