"Spirits of water, heed my call and enter this brawl..." Swirling water spiraled about the glowing whip. "My shiki aren't here to reek havoc, Commodore. My ofuda is much more focused..."

The shinigami's eyes were still hard, but something in his voice said that he really didn't want to do this. In his heart, Tsuzuki had always disliked fighting. It reminded him of his sins of long ago. Gripping his right hand around the whip, he suppressed the thought to focus. Whirling the whip of water above his head, he gave the marine a look as his only fore-warning.