All that reishi was countered by Jiriki's own, resulting in a cancelling shockwave. A small smile crawled up the man's face, as he retracted his sword and stepped back. "Well done, Kaemon Kruosaki." He congratulated.
Jiriki sheathed his sword, his eyes inspecting the blade that Kemon now held. "I expected nothing less. After all, you were much stronger than the other two participants of this training. It is only natural for your inner spirit to retain itself."
"I sincerely thank you for this, Jiriki." Kaemon replied, not sounding grateful at all. "But now that I am alive, I must see my son." I'll do what I please
"In due time, you will. You see, your son, along with his family, are helping the Soul Society close in on this organization...." Jiriki walked a few steps, until he was back to back with Kaemon. "I wish to test your strength against your son, in the hopes that he is worthy of fighting me. If he defeats you in battle, then you will be permitted to re-join him again."
"I've prepared ahead of time just in case of insubordination. You see, those container storage tanks weren't just helping you recover; they also pumped a chemical toxin within your body, as with the other two participants. If you fail to comply with my orders, that agent will automatically activate, melting your body from the inside out." Jiriki explained in monotone. "The only thing your son will see of you is nothing but a hydrofluoric mess."
