Severe Discipline for Your Actions Bankai...(closed rp)

The room was massive, half the size of a foot ball field with an amphitheater like seating arrangement all around the chambers. The seats were purple velvet with golden frames, fit for a king. The burgundy wall to wall carpets running even towards the stage. The stage was a four foot high stage that was also carpeted and a large desk known as a bench with three large chairs was behind it. Behind this still hung three banners all bearing the Misaki crest. At the left of the stage was a thick metal door where the criminals usually come in from. The walls were painted in a soothing light green and the ceiling had a cloud machine that generated clouds to float across the ceiling. Large and tall burgundy drapes hung from the ceiling to the floor behind the stage to give it an appearance of a real theater. The clothing that the people who were wearing was a stark contrast to the color of the chambers itself. The robes they all wore were all white, long sleeved and was long enough to be just above their feet. There was not much talking happening in the chamber and everyone grew silent when the metal door was opened as Bankai walked in with two guards escorting him and they carried him to the prisoner docks. He wore the ceremonial black robes with a red trimming on the sleeves and on the fringes of his robes. He stood there as emotionless as ever as the tribunal of the Misaki clan came out from another door behind the stage. Among the crowd was all of Bankai's family that belong to the Misaki clan as they all looked at him and he simply stood there staring off at a blank spot on the draped behind the stage. Among the three men that made up the tribunal was his father Misaki Abura. Tall, with graying hair that was once black and grey eyes he walked in and took his seat on Bankai's left. Only when he began to speak did he look at his own son.

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"Misaki Bankai, you have been charged with a serious offence of physically hurting Elder Katsumi with a slap across his face. Do you deny these charges?" said Abura as he voice boomed throughout the silent chamber.

"No your honor."

"We are fully aware of your meeting with the Commander General. Quite frankly you are to be thanking the Gods that you were not executed by his orders. I am unaware for the reason for his leniency against you but you will not have such allowances here Bankai. With the Misaki clan, especially as how you are the leader of the said clan, you are supposed to know better. You know the laws of our clan and you know that we are the ones to set the example for other inhabitants of Hanagakure and now you have placed your own personal relationship with Elder Katsumi and allowed it to blind your judgement both as a Lieutenant of Hanagakure and the leader of the Misaki clan. We will deliberate for five minutes as to what your punishment will be."

This was indeed serious. Bankai realized that now. Whatever the case may be, he was sure that he would not be executed for this matter. All he knew was that he punishment will be severe. Reading the archives as a child, he new that there was a high possibility that he would be physically scarred after whatever it is they decided. He resigned himself to whatever they had to throw at him. After five agonizing minutes of waiting, the three judges returned to their seats, and it was his father that was the one that gave him the sentence.

"Misaki Bankai, we the tribunal of this noble house sentence you 20 strokes with the birch. The sentence is to be carried out immediately. You will be removed as the head of the Misaki clan and demoted to a commoner and will no longer be allowed to live within the Misaki compound. Your property will be given to your family until you have proven yourself worthy to once again be called Misaki. From now on you will wear a mask so we will not see your face and your name will be removed as well. We cannot have someone who is an outcast from this family carry around the Misaki name. Call yourself what you like, as long as we decide you are not worthy your name will be stricken from our record books and you will remain only in our memory. May you have mercy on you in this life."

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Bankai was treated like a common criminal as the guards came and handcuffed him and carried him to the Birch room. The room was a normal thirty square feet in size. There was nothing fancy in this room and it said nothing more than despair for what he was about to go through. Bankai's face hid what he truly felt which was worry and actual fear of this place. The entire room was white and had white tiles all over the floor and half way up the wall. No doubt the white tiles were of course to show the victims the contrast of the blood that may seep out of their wounds as they were being struck by the birch. In the dead center of the room was a bench that was bolted down to the ground and four hand cuffs made of metal to keep his hands and legs secure as no doubt his body will writhe in pain with each strike from the brutal whipping. Around the top of the room was a viewing balcony with large tinted glass that Bankai could not see who was behind these windows watching at his execution. The doctor walked into the below portion of the room where Bankai and his captors were. His purpose was to make sure Bankai does not die under the severity of this whole thing. He checked his vital signs and made records of them. Then another masked hooded man came into the room and in his hand was the dreaded birch. The birch was made of both birch twigs and willow that was previously soaked in salt water over night to make the lashes ever more potent. Bankai eyed this intently with the executioner noticing and laughing at him. He was then stripped of his clothes which added even more to his humiliation.

"Worried much little boy? Been waiting a long time to see you fall." he snickered as he grabbed Bankai by the neck.

He pulled him towards the bench and bent him over on the bench and strapped him down. The doctor then came and recorded the time and took his vital signs again noticing Bankai's heart rate had been on the rise which was understandable under the current circumstances. Beads of sweat streamed down his naked body. Stripped of all his dignity and treated like a dog for just slapping an Elder? Did his title as head of the Misaki clan had any weight behind it at all to begin with? If being disciplined by the Commander General was not enough. Bankai honestly thought that he would have been flogged but not like this and not made a spectacle like this either. For the first time in a long time, Bankai was getting angry as his chakra grew but it was too late. He was strapped down into the bench with all his dignity out of the window.

As the executioner drew back his hand and struck Bankai on his back with all the force he could muster, the first lash, second, third fourth, fifth. Bankai thought this would never end as he felt a jolt of electricity throughout his entire body as his mind raced back to the time when he was in the tank again, floating in the liquid that gave him his light abilities. But this time, for the first time since it happened the visions of his subliminal thoughts finally surfaced. He could feel as if his chest had gotten tighter and he realized his chest was being pressed in by a mechanical arm and amazingly pulled it back out to its original size. It repeated this process and Bankai could feel his entire body getting warm. As he looked down at his own body he could see it glowing and the water around him was getting hotter and hotter but yet he remained the same temperature. He looked to the outside of his containment unit and there was a man with a lab coat on, his face was obscured by the shadows of the room but he somehow looked familiar to Bankai. As he looked to his right, as he always did in his visions, now he could see who it was in the tank next to him. It was a woman that looked like she was in her mid twenties. Again this woman felt familiar to him with her long flowing blonde hair and her blue but vacant eyes. It can't be that this woman could be his sister. No way...he thought as the liquid around him started to rise even more in temperature. Soon, enough cracks started to be seen within the structure of the tank and it gave Bankai the will power to escape from the tank with a powerful burst of light energy which sent the man with the lab coat scampering.

The birch was now singed and melted with the glow of light around Bankai's body which was now dying down as he came to. With the shot of pain that he felt throughout his body but the execution was done. The doctor came and checked his vital signs again and he was removed from the bench to the sick bay to recover.

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