Oh shut up, Mazra hissed to the spirit of his blade, you know as well as I do that appearances can be deceiving. A haughty chuckle echoed from deep with Mazra as Ikusenkai managed to be condescending without so much as a word or look. Quickly pushing the matter of his rather trying partner aside Mazra peered into the shop once more, unknowingly leaning further and further out from behind the cover of the stone wall. Mazra could only watch as the young woman chatted for a moment with the shopkeeper before turning around and head towards the back of the store. At this moment Mazra became torn . . . there were two options available to him. He could either take his report now and go back to the Soul Society where he would no doubt be reprimanded by those above for his lack luster performance but they would all say in the end that it was to be expected considering he was from Fourth Squad. On the other hand, Mazra could enter the store and follow the young woman who, he was pretty confident, hadn’t seen him. Of course this option had an aura of death and doom around it, after all Mazra was chasing after a being that was exponentially more powerful than himself with absolutely no idea what it was. For all he knew this could all be a trap and the woman WANTED him to follow her so that she could KILL him and TAKE HIS POWER. Now that’s just ridiculous . . . Mazra flailed suddenly, waving his arm at the spiritual bird trying to get him to be quite, but Ikusenkai was right; Mazra had suppressed his spiritual power to the best of his ability, the chances of the woman even knowing he was there was a thousand to one. I mean, he could do. After all, he was quite gifted in spiritual repression. All Mazra had to do was keep quiet and hopefully things would pass. With a snort that echo of a final decision Mara quickly burst into the shop, a rather dramatic entrance that was seen by no one, and charged at the back of door giving a mighty war cry that was less mighty and warring and more cry.
Mazra lifted his foot and gave the door a powerful, manly kick that would have been very impressive for him had he not been in the human world. That said, lost in the heat of the moment Mazra had quite forgotten that as a spirit he lacked the ability to interact with the human world. This fact turned the rather impressive and awe inspiring kick into nothing more than an elaborate way to fall on his face. Which he did, right at the feet of the invisible demon. Upon face planting into the ground three things happened in rather quick succession that, when looked back on later, Mazra would swear shaved about 50 years off of his afterlife. The first was a rather predictable Idiot . . . from Ikusenkai. The second was the spiritual presence that Mazra had been following had disappeared, in its place was now a miasma of demonic energy. This solved his question about what the being he had been following was but immediately lead to another question, where was the woman. While given only a split second to take in his surroundings Mazra had noticed that the ally was empty. Finally, the third thing that happened was that Mazra came face to face with the Primara Espada. Of course, at the time Mazra did not realize that this was who the child was; the child that was standing on the edge of a building who had just released a massive and quite evil spiritual presence that Mazra had never felt and hoped to never feel again.
It was at this point that Mazra decided to quit.
Upon the appearance of another powerful entity, this one even more overwhelming than that Demoness he was following, Mazra’s mind suffered a mental break. He was a healer, not a power wielding maniac like so many others were. Mazra was a good boy . . . he lived a good life and was a fine upstanding member of the Gotei 13. Over his years as a Shinigami Mazra had sent hundreds of spirits on to the next world. He was the Lieutenant of Squad 4, the squad dedicated to helping people. So how in the world could he have accumulated enough bad karma to have this day go as bad as it had, “I must have been a politician in a previous life.” Slowly Mazra pulled himself to his knees, his eyes empty of everything. The rather traumatic events of the day had scoured the inside of his soul clean. With even more pain staking monotony he pulled himself to his feet and turned to look at the child for a moment. “Hi.” Then feeling yet another spiritual presence more powerful than himself, if only marginally, Mazra forced himself to turn and look for the source. And there it was . . . a man dressed all in black with a massive earth shattering sword on his back. Slowly Mazra’s eyes slid shut and then opened again, repeating this action of blinking at the pace of a snail several times. “I must have gone crazy this is all a hallucination.” That being said Mazra turned his back on the sword wielding man, the invisible demon, and the powered child and walked over to a corner of the alley where two buildings met. He pressed himself as close as he could to the buildings so that the cold gray walls were all he could see, “I can’t see you, so you can’t see me.” This was accompanied with a rather . . . psychotic giggle as Mazra’s mind grasped to one of the most basic of its instincts, hiding. Unfortunately instead of drawing upon the years of battle experience and power at the disposal of the Shinigami, it had decided to go for the method that babies used to hide; as if covering his eyes would somehow hide him from the three powerful beings.