Southwest Seireitei

[Elk]

BOOOOOOOOM

The Gran Rey Cero connected with the Shiba Manor, a pink and gray mushroom cloud reaching toward the sky, high enough that the clouds hit the Sekkisekki barrier before bits of rock and wood began to descend onto the former manor grounds that the Shiba clan once held.

The Shiba Manor was no more.

Once her blades pierced, her body—that all-too-familiar feeling of hitting nothing—had her eye shift back as the chain wrapped around her neck. The chain would repair itself to the blade, as he spoke. Though there was no wheezing coming from her, as the moment the chains connected, her hand began to twirl both his zanpakutō and the chain around her forearm.

Once he was pulling, her body pushed back, causing the tension to loosen, pushing Kazuki’s balance off-tilt. Then she pulled with a force that made the chains around her neck screech as if metal were grinding against a hard surface. The chains around his arms began to sink and dig into him, dragging him closer. With the two connected by the chain, her body twisted around, and thanks to her hand holding closer to the axe blade, she had more than enough room to stab directly into his heart with the spear portion of it. Her eye followed up with a Cero Córnea right through his skull.

Yet his attack would still come through. As the blade came forward to slice into her forearms, it would be met with both her Hierro and its unique physiology Cuerpo Versátil. This defense had shattered his 3-meter-long blade along her forearm, sending the fragments throughout his body.

As for that Cero from her eye? The Cero Córnea wasn’t just some one-off—it had been building up ever since their encounter, as that spark in her eye followed by the glow was her building the Cero Córnea from the very start of their battle.

All the while she had kept his blade away from the entire blood splatter that would have splashed onto it.

“You should have defended the bakery, Kaaazzuuuki.”

Those chains disappeared as she pulled her zanpakutō out from his lifeless corpse, letting it fall down into the division, letting him rest with his brethren. Her eyes shifted over to his zanpakutō as it began to fade into its normal katana form, before shifting over to another signature—one far stronger than Kazuki’s, but unknown to her.

“A captain?”


Her eyes stared at the man; he had no haori on him. At this, her mask lowered as her eyes began to narrow, watching both him and his chains closely. As he began to Shunpo, she too would disappear from sight before the chains began to encircle her.


As he began to Shunpo, she too would disappear from sight before the chains began to encircle her.

Where she appeared next was high in the sky, still holding onto Kazuki’s zanpakutō, pointed down at him.


“You’re not a captain, but you’ll serve to demoralize your comrades even further.”

“Come, Shinigami, show me that you’re better than your him.”


Her eyes shifted over to his chains, then back to him, narrowing before she appeared in front of him—her zanpakutō extending upward to stab him directly in the throat. Yet another image of her appeared toward the side, swinging Kazuki’s zanpakutō at the man’s arm to slice his hand free from his zanpakutō. All the while, static still filled the air, while her image up in the sky had disappeared, and the static still hummed throughout the air.

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[Adonai]

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The rumblings of explosions are what rock the Seireitei down to its foundation. Shinigami scramble as the invasion they had been warned about is currently underway. The Shinigami are caught off guard, having to scramble to reunite with their divisions or to get their divisions organized for a counter offensive. So far things are looking okay at best. Taro Date is currently cleaning himself off with a towel his hands and body stained with the blood of what he deemed to be useless Shinigami. The last batch of Shinigami had put in paperwork to transfer to Tenth Division but he made sure that they would never reach it. He has no reason or need to directly lead his Division because he has drilled an always be ready mentality into them. The combat-happy Eleventh Division is more than ready for this scenario and chomping at the bit to put their harsh training to the test. The neighboring Division of Tenth was rocked by a massive explosion, by this point Taro was adjusting his Shihakusho, placing Kurogane on his left hip. As he began putting on his Haori a plushie arrived bearing news about some sort of sticker that it attempted to put on Taro. The man grabbed the doll and tore it in half, tossing its remains and its sticker onto the ground.

”Do not dare think yourself important enough to casually touch me, trash.”

As Taro walked outside, he could see his Shinigami confused about the dolls as well. Some already have the stickers on, not wanting to seem defiant against the order of a fellow Captain while others held the plushies at blade point.

”Agree to the stickers or don’t. I don't really care. However, by my order k-”

War Is Hell

He stops talking as he notices smoke rising from the Shiba Manor. He narrowed his eyes trying to sense the Last Shiba but he sensed nothing. He began chuckling but that erupted into full on laughter as he realized the Shiba Woman was annihilated by the rogue Gran Rey Cero. He runs a hand through his hair as he composes himself.

”Ah, this is good news for the Date indeed. Anyway, by my order kill all intruders and those who are aiding the enemy army. Burn, maim and kill. Leave not even scraps for carrian to feast upon.”

His men nodded and began to filter out of the division to go reinforce the other Divisions. As the front line fighters of the Seireitei it is Eleventh Division’s duty to do combat with the enemy above all else. With a flicker of Shunpo Taro vanishes from where he was standing and places himself on a rooftop to gather intel on the situation of the Seireitei. He stands in silence, his eyes still closed as they always are.

”Only fodder have died, no important cogs have failed, yet… These Arrancar do indeed have fragments of the Soul King, that is the only way to explain such strength. It matters little.”

Taro speaks with what seems like unfounded confidence as if he knows the outcome of this battle even though it has just begun. He speaks with such confidence because he knows what he himself is capable of and what the Date have in their back pocket as insurance. His gaze shifts to Tenth Division and he just looks in its direction, sensing the battle and merely observing via Reikaku. While a bulk of his Division fanned out to reinforce others there are still a sizable number of Shinigami left in Eleventh, he leaves them on standby so that orders may be given by his absent Lieutenant and Third Seat. This, however, is not on his mind as he is focused on the fight going on in Tenth Division. In this situation he should fly to their aid and fight with them, working together to take down this threat but he chooses to watch. Is this some sort of self sabotage or treachery? No, it is merely the Date way of fighting.

There is no honor in combat, those who observe honor in a fight hinder themselves and starve themselves of victory. Victory and the survival of the Seireitei are all that's on Taro’s mind, if Tenth manages to defeat this Arrancar, then good, if not then he will arrive to finish off the weakened Arrancar himself, thus allowing him to save the majority of his strength for other threats. With this being the closest Arrancar to him he keeps an eye on it, wondering if he can sense a pattern in their Reiatsu to determine what Fragment they possess.

”How utterly pitiful… Everyone is floundering and struggling with this Sand Scum as if we were not trained and bred for this. The weakness of our Machine is apparent today more than ever. Oh well, so long as things do not get out of hand WE can properly rebuild the ranks with more useful cogs.”

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[Takamura Raizen]

Takamura’s boots struck the stone courtyard just as Captain Taro Date’s voice carried across the division grounds. His uniform—sleeveless, weathered, and marked by combat—shifted with each precise step. Bruised, but composed, he arrived amid the tension just in time to hear the captain issue his first order.

“By my order, kill all intruders and those who are aiding the enemy army. Burn, maim and kill. Leave not even scraps for carrion to feast upon.”

As the captain vanished in a flicker of shunpo to the rooftop, Takamura stepped forward. Around him, the reserves stiffened, awaiting structure. Without missing a beat, he began issuing commands.

“Split into detachments. I want every entrance covered. Establish fallback lines and keep the interior clear. We hold this ground until the Third Seat or Lieutenant gives the next order.”

The Eleventh moved quickly under his direction—trained, deadly, eager for blood.

Then—

A blur of motion from the corner of his eye. Takamura’s hand snapped out, catching the small plush figure mid-air. It dangled from his grip, twitching, and holding a sticker in its tiny paw.

“ATTENTION: PLEASE ALLOW THESE STICKERS TO BE PLACED ON YOU! PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THEM OFF! BY ORDER OF THE FIFTH DIVISION! PLEASE STAY CALM AND DO YOUR BEST! BEAT THE ENEMY! KNOCK ‘EM DEAD!”

Takamura’s brow furrowed. He didn’t release it. Not yet.

Then—above—his captain’s voice echoed once more:

“Agree to the stickers or don’t. I don't really care. However, by my order—k—”

The moment was enough. Takamura sighed and loosened his grip.

“Fine. Do it.”

The plushie leapt up and—rather than apply the sticker to his chest or shoulder—slapped it dead center onto his forehead with a cheery hop.

Takamura blinked. Reached up. Tried to peel it off.

“...Of course it won’t come off.”

He exhaled and shook his head, turning his gaze back toward the rooftop. The captain stood, silent and watchful. Takamura took a few steps forward—then stopped at the base of the structure.

He didn’t look up. He didn’t speak. He knew better than to approach uninvited. Orders would come. They always did.

So he waited—sticker and all—with quiet readiness and bruised patience, the storm within him still settling.

Then, wordless, he turned on his heel and walked back to the courtyard’s center. The stone beneath his steps felt heavier now—not from fatigue, but from anticipation.

His detachment followed, silent and sharp, fanning out behind him like drawn steel waiting for its sheath. Every man and woman among them carried the same tension in their shoulders, the same thirst in their eyes.

Yet behind him, hushed snickering began to stir—barely contained chuckles passing between a few younger Shinigami. One nudged the other, whispering behind a gauntleted hand.

“He’s still got it stuck to his forehead...”

“Looks like a damn festival prize...”

A low, irritated growl from Takamura’s throat silenced most—but he didn’t stop walking. He simply spoke without turning.

“You want to lose all your teeth? Keep talking.”

The laughter died instantly. A few cleared their throats. Others straightened up. No one brought it up again.

Takamura came to a halt at the edge of the gate, twin blades drawn in one clean, silent motion. The sticker still clung defiantly to his forehead—bright, ridiculous, and untouched.

But there was nothing funny in his stance. Only purpose.

“We hold this line.”

Not for glory. Not for pride.
Because it was what needed to be done.

The wind stirred. The gate loomed. The storm waited.

Arriving from the Rukongai >>> Southwest Seireitei (11th's Barracks)​

 

[Inkmasterru]

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Kazuki knew every inch of his weapon, it's weaknesses, it's strengths. With and without the abilities that it possessed, a testament to the bond he possessed with Kyoki Chizuki. A testiment to the hundreds of hours he trained with her. After all he sacrificed his mastery of Hakuda, of kido for Hohō and Zanjutsu. So he would feel the moment the tension that was supposed there, gone.

As Emillia pushed back, his body lurched forward as he pulled to meet no resistance. Rather than trying to regain his balance, he chose to follow the natural motion and fall forward. As he fell, thoughts flashed in his mind, an audible tsk of annoyance escaping his lips.

"Her... reflexes... they're too fast. Even with this perfect set up... she was ready for it, how? I am sure I... completely caught her off guard."

Yet he had no time to complain as the exact moment his body was at a 45 degree angle. He lifted his foot, channeling reiatsu into it and slammed it hard into ground. Launching himself off the roof with shunpo and in the process breaking the rooftop. Creating unstable footing just as Emillia pushed her body back. As she attempted to pull with her one arm, she will be met with resistance as Kazuki was using the weight and momentum of his whole body vs one arm. The arm slamming into her chest as she was lurched back.

It was true they were connected by chain, but that handicap went both ways and Kazuki was more experienced in its ways then Emillia. As she turned to stab Kazuki, she will find that he was now out of range, yet still in range of her Cero. Kazuki stuck in mid air as he leaned back as hard as he could, while twist his head out of the way as it went off instantly. Hardening his skin with reiatsu, concentrating it all on his head. As it burned and carved a bit into his right eye and the side of his head, severing the hair knot he had dangling in front of his face as it plopped to the ground below.

Before Kazuki vanished with shunpo avoiding the shards of his own blade as they shattered against her forearms. Only a few that ricocheted off, nicked him in the torso and leg.

"Her skin too? I understand arrancars Hierro's are tough... but to shatter my blades? Yet that usually means her... regeneration is on the weaker side."

Reappearing on the ground as the chain yanked Emillia hard into the roof, expecting her to slam into it face first. Yet he wasn’t waiting on expectations. The moment the blade touched the blood stain formed from her carelessly wrapping around her wrist. The puddle will Ripple. Before a giant 7 meter blade, the size of a car came out.

Colliding with her body, shattering endlessly as fragments came cascading down, flying all over. Her vision completely obscured by fragments and the blade slamming into her face. Using that distraction to form his hand into a knife blade and cut through his own chain, before retreating and landing in the pool.of blood.

At this point, despite how focused Kazuki was on this battle, felt Jinnosuke arrive just in time.

"Oi, Pinkie, Baby girl. Hope ya brought a friend... 'Cause you just stepped into a real bad date."

Kazuki smile, though slightly twisted by pain, grew into a grin. His vision on through his right eye gone, relying on reikaku to fill on the gaps. But it was spotty as this was something he did not practice. He muttered under his breath as he formulated how to get his blade back.

"Took ya long enough... Jinno."

As he stood there, a stuffed toy halfway tried to avoid wetting his little feet with blood. Giving up as it jumped and slapped a sticker on Kazuki's leg. Kazuki stood awkwardly as he kept his attention on Emillia. The creature comedic arrival and departure breaking the tension slightly. As it yelled while running away from the battle.

“ATTENTION: PLEASE ALLOW THESE STICKERS TO BE PLACED ON YOU! PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THEM OFF! BY ORDER OF THE FIFTH DIVISION! PLEASE STAY CALM AND DO YOUR BEST! BEAT THE ENEMY! KNOCK ‘EM DEAD!”

 A sweat bead went down his head at the encouragement coming from the stuffed toy. His voice coming out confused, yet his focus still on the conflict. The static in the air felt as he touched low, readying himself for whatever is to occur next.

"Th-thanks... will do?"​

 

[Itami]

The crackle in the air wasn’t static.

It was tension.

Jinnosuke felt it in his teeth as his body halted atop shattered stone. Sparks snapped around his arms, coiling into the chain as Asahi-Yūgure spun wide behind him in an endless arc. He hadn’t stopped moving since the moment his Shikai had triggered, and now the battlefield shimmered with the dangerous gravity of a killing dance about to begin.

Kazuki was still standing. Barely.

But it was enough.

The Arrancar’s Cero had left its mark on the courtyard, on Kazuki’s face—and on Jinnosuke’s patience.

And then she spoke. With his friend’s blood on her blade.

“You’re not a captain, but you’ll serve to demoralize your comrades even further.”

“Come, Shinigami, show me that you’re better than your him.”

Jinnosuke laughed at her, bold and tooth filled.

“Pinkie, baby girl— I don’t have time for all that paperwork, Captain’s just a title and I’ve only ever been able to be me, baby.”

Jinnosuke would listen to the messages being sent around seireitei, before taking off his phone and throwing it over into some bushes. His muscles bulged, his eyes seemed focus, keen, his senses were heightened.

“ All over the seireitei shinigami are laying it down for the sake of their home, coming together in times of need to show how strong the power of hope can be. That shit makes me feel good, baby!”

No matter how much he talked, or seemed like he took this lightly. He had never let his guard down, he couldn’t be surprised. This is what Jinnosuke Yamazaki was made for.

She struck then, a two-pronged assault: one image of her thrusting with the halberd, the other swinging Kazuki’s own stolen blade for his arm.

Jinnosuke made a choice in that heartbeat.

He let the blade come.

Kazuki’s zanpakutō pierced his forearm with a wet crunch, biting deep into muscle. His fingers flexed, locking around the blade, trapping it in his flesh. A wince never came. Instead, his grin widened as blood rolled down his arm in rivers.

“Hope you packed a lunch, sweetheart. You’re gonna be here a while.”

His body turned with power and grace born from brutal experience. Asahi-Yūgure came around like a guillotine, intercepting the halberd mid-swing, sparks spraying outward as the massive greatsword braced the blow.

He was holding both of them.

The original. And the shade.

The chain of his Shikai had already begun its work. Links coiled like snakes around the battlefield, some latching onto limbs, others finding leverage in the air, pulling taut and straining like webbed roots around both Emillias. It didn’t matter which was the real one—he would find out soon enough.

But for now, both were trapped.

And so, the pummeling began.

He turned on the shade—the one wielding Kazuki’s blade—his free hand cocking back before crashing into her side with a thunderous fist. The shockwave of the blow sent cracks spidering through the tiles below.

She sonido’d.

He shunpo’d.

Again. And again.

Each time she tried to escape, his massive hand met her again. Elbow to temple. Palm to chest. Knee to hip. Bone-deep strikes that made the air wheeze out of her with each brutal hit. His chain followed suit, curling tighter, strangling momentum, gripping steel and soul.

And then the real Emillia. Still caught.

Still fighting.

Jinnosuke pressed her with Asahi-Yūgure in a relentless onslaught—sweeping arcs of monstrous weight, each swing meant to crush defenses, not cut. His blade sang as it collided with her halberd, every clash a thunderclap of pressure. The ground beneath them cracked and heaved.

Two fights. One rhythm.

The chain binding them all.

Jinnosuke, bloodied and laughing, stood at the center of it.

And then with a final pull, he wrenched Kazuki’s blade free from his arm, his blood cascading in a red fan. He spun and flung it toward the ground where Kazuki stood, letting it embed point-down in the dirt beside him.

“Take better care of her next time,” he called over his shoulder.

“She don’t like strangers.”

10TH DIVISION
>>>>>Posting Order: Emillia -> Kazuki -> Jinnosuke -> Omoni <<<<<

 

[Lovely Lady]

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As the battle at the tenth division raged on, another one of its humble operatives arrived to become witness to the devastation the Arrancar had caused. Although buildings had been reduced to rubble, her steps possessed no modicum of hesitation even as she walked by piles of the corpses of her fellow Shinigami. Soul reapers still dying wailed their regrets and curses unto the world but still she walked on and she walked without haste. There was no sense of urgency coming from the lazy looking shinigami and compared to the other blatantly powerful signatures currently clashing amongst one another, her’s was decidedly low. It drew no attention because it wasn’t worth attention and to those who were able to sense whether or not someone was trying to actively suppress their Reiryoku to appear weaker than they were…there was no discernable sign of such deception.

Broken hands reached out to grab for her but she avoided them, still approaching the conflict and no cerulean eye’s gaze was given to any who tried to stop her as her vision was locked onto the fight in front of her. With whatever sort of senses they were still capable of calling on they could tell that she didn’t have the strength needed to face the foe that had felled them with such little effort and knew she was walking directly into the open jaws of death. The lone woman ignored their gargled pleas even as they ceased to live moments after remarking their unintelligible sentiments. They were all dead then.

There was no sorrow etched into her face for the lost, she didn’t care about them. Nor was there a notion of sovereignty but this did not mean that her face was expressionless. All of this time she had been processing, processing the appearance of such incredible enemies, what that meant for her and processing the words that she had been accosted by back in the Rukongai.

"That’s all you Shinigami are good for! Death! So go die!”

"Pulverize and Purify. Namakizu.”

Knuckles strapped to her fists became engulfed in the blue flames of her reiatsu, its hue was directly in contrast to the scarlet fires still burning in all directions from the result of the enemy’s barrage of Cero. From these partial gauntlets, a lengthy cudgel was born and it was grasped tightly in her right hand.

She walked and walked, lifting the spiked bat so that it would rest on her shoulder.

She walked even as Jinnosuke’s Zanpakuto’s exponentially long chain now cut through the air around her, ignorant or willfully so of debris it caused when it crashed through structures that still remained. These collapsed as she strolled by, she was still walking all while narrowly avoiding Asahi-Yūgure’s ever changing, ever moving links. As she passed another pile of bodies, her left hand reached out to take hold of two of their collars. One was missing a limb, the other was somehow still perfectly intact

She walked.

Until she was gone and in her place, there was a sizable crater that shattered once more in response to the sudden and direct eruption of a burst of rapidly rising power and vibrant blue flames. The once unseated member’s meager power level had sky-rocketed into something rapturous that reflected one deserving of a far greater title than she likely had. Had someone searched their minds to make a comparison, that of a vice-captain they have sensed in the past suited the level of strength and power radiating off of Hageshi. The closer she got, the more angry she became.

She was beside herself with excited outrage because not only had those responsible for destroying her home in the human world made a move that delivered them to her, and delivered the fight that she had been craving unto her as well. Anticipation for this ecstatic, nay marvelous collision of weaponry, energy and fists had been all that drove her to come back to the tenth division that day.

But there he was.

There was Jinnosuke Yamazaki and in a glance she could tell that he and another she did not recognize had already set upon HER fight. HER fight that had been stolen earlier that week by none other than the man who had DARED to steal it from her again. HE was taking away the astronomical amount of payback that she had planned for whatever Arrancar was unlucky enough to cross her path.

Hageshi’s spiritual power rose to further heights the more she lingered on the fact that he continued to betray her in the only way she knew he knew would drive her out of her mind with anger, making everything so much worse and not just for Omoni.
Her Zanpakuto had extended at this point and had demolished its way through hundreds, possibly thousands of corpses while she soared into battle like a violent comet, lit on fire by the blue flamed reiatsu.
Naturally, Omoni was not a fast reaper but she’d long learned to utilize anything and everything that was available to her to make sure her lack of exceptional speed was not a hindrance and how the two, Yamazaki and Hageshi, had conditioned themselves to fight alongside one another was one such method of her unorthodox adaptations.

“YOOOOOOOOOOU SOOOOOOON OF A BIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!!!”

Omoni Hageshi roared past Jinnosuke and Kazuki with such force the two could have been blown off of their feet.

The space where her elbow connected with the joints of her forearm and bicep was tightly clamped down upon Jinnosuke’s chain. As she passed them, she and the cadavers were drenched head to toe in the wave of Yamazaki’s blood.
In a split second particularly slowed down purely for terrifying and arguably comedic relief, her head did not follow the path of her body so that she might impale her comrade with a significantly seething ‘look’ that said something to the degree of.

‘I’m gonna GET you.”

Before the chain took her onward, carrying her through the air as if it operated in the way that a conveyor belt would.

No words were afforded to Emilia as just as she was coming up from a wide arc slightly above, her body covered in red and shadow with a single blue eye aglow was all that the Arrancar would have been able to see. Instead of witty banter, Omoni threw one of the bodies that she had transported with her directly at her adversary. This move smelt heavily of a temper-tantrum as a single body being tossed at an arrancar could do virtually no damage to it.
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10TH DIVISION
>>>>>Posting Order: Emillia -> Kazuki -> Jinnosuke -> Omoni <<<<<​

 

[Elk]

For all of Kazuki’s attempts to avoid and deflect her attack, it would be done in vain. He had already committed to taking the hit—even tried to harden his skin—though such a feat for a Shinigami wasn’t physically possible, even with control over their reiryoku. The only way that would be possible was if he had been an Arrancar.

Furthermore, Cero Córnea was in the hands of a master—its power concentrated and condensed to pierce through his skull. Even tougher opponents wouldn’t be able to come out unscathed. They would suffer severe head trauma, cognitive degradation, and more.

Her Cero Córnea still burned through his skin and right through the right side of his skull and brain, vaporizing both until it pierced through the back, hitting the brainstem—delivering him a quick death.

As the chains wrapped around her bodies, and his elbow came flying at her, the first image of Emillia disappeared. Then the second image too would quickly disappear as he swung at it with his zanpakutō.

By the time the male Shinigami finally took note of the fake-outs—

—the real Emillia...


Had been moving this entire time—that static hum? That was her rapidly moving, keeping that static going at a consistent pace, until finally she found her opening. She appeared from behind the male Shinigami, her body lowered, feet firmly planted into the ground as she drove her halberd zanpakutō forward into the male’s back side, piercing through flesh and muscle as she began to lift him with leverage and momentum.

Kazuki’s zanpakutō stuck in the ground beside them, its Shikai form now gone—and its usefulness in demoralizing Tenth Division gone as well.

“You’re all becoming disappointing…”

Yet her eyes shifted over to the ever-growing reiatsu signature coming their way. From what she could tell, this new Shinigami was somewhere in between Kazuki and this male. Still, this Shinigami came flying forward, and Emillia turned toward the woman.


From what she could tell, the woman had released her Zanpakutō’s Shikai—its tendrils extending outward, dragging several bodies with them. Emillia’s brow lifted slightly as she watched the woman fly toward her and the male Shinigami.

A body was chucked, the male Shinigami’s midsection began to glow pink before a Cero was unleashed toward the female Shinigami, completely destroying the body that was tossed at her and the male.
She herself would toss the male Shinigami aside, just as another signature struck her—far, far away.

Her shoulders began to rise and fall in a rapid manner before laughter burst out from her.

“He’s HERE!!!!”

A pink beam of light shot out into the sky as her reiatsu began to spread through the area where the three combatants were.

“WHERE IS YOUR CAPTAIN!”

“WHERE IS JUSHIRO IZANAGI!”



Her hand gripped tightly around her Zanpakutō as her brows began to scrunch together, her breathing growing heavier.Her fingers curled tighter—tight enough that the scraping of metal could be heard—while her reiatsu continued to flare upward.

>>>>>Posting Order: Emillia -> Kazuki -> Jinnosuke -> Omoni

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[dem0nzlust]

Michiya continued with the 11th division clear within his sights, moving with urgency from rooftop to rooftop. From a distant view, he could see they all were prepping to make a move, although, left him quite curious as to why they weren't deployed yet, being Soul Society's main military force. Everything Michiya gathered or heard about Captain Date showed that he was one of the main leading forces, making sure the Gotei 13 was prepared for this exact scenario, so why were they remaining stagnant? He soon began to wonder if Captain Taro had the same gnawing feeling in the back of his head that brought about the second inquiry, which Michiya wished to get input on.

"I am Lt. Michiya, and I have urgent business with Captain Date."

In the same breath, Michiya announced his arrival; the second his foot touched ground, he was already gone like a whisper in the wind. His footsteps warranted no sound or presence, with his spiritual energy completely masked to keep his movements concealed from the enemy's radar. The only signification of his presence came from his announcement to the 5th seat, Takamura, before he gracefully shunpo up onto the rooftop, where Captain Date remained watchful from what he could only perceive. He heard all the rumors and read the reports on exactly what kind of man Taro Date was, along with previous actions carried out by the Date Clan. He came to a graceful halt 5 feet behind Taro and set the locked case down where it awaited a biometric scan to unlock it. He first awaited acknowledgment to speak in respect of addressing a Captain, but if no signs were given, he would just continue to speak.

"Here is what you requested from my Captain, unfortunately, she worked tirelessly without rest for over ten days straight, Captain Date."

The choice of words revealed he knew what the case possessed inside, but gave no indication or detail to outsiders on what it could be. He gave a bow to his head, pausing for a second before he spoke up again.

"In short of Captain Harai's absence, if the 12th division can help coordinate a counter strike, we are willing to share our gathered information as well still have the Bakudo #77 connection established. May I speak freely?"

The entire time Michiya spoke, he never lost concentration on tracking the ever-changing information streaming to him. He kept an accurate visual map of every known person and the foe(s) they faced, and readings of their spiritual energy to discern which squads were in more need of reinforcements. With all this information being processed in his head at an astounding rate, one thing still puzzled him was how the enemy knew exactly where to strike, and how to seal away the Garganta breaches into the Seireitei to prevent any other incursions.
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[Adonai]

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”I do hope Captain Harai is doing well. She possibly does her best work while in a lab so her not being out on the field is for the best.”

This line from Taro may come off as odd or strange to Michiya considering what he knows about the Captain. Maybe given the fact he eavesdropped on Taro and Shibuya’s conversation ten days ago he could have already expected him to speak this way. He doesn’t turn to look at the Lieutenant, simply staring forward towards Tenth Division. His brow twitched when he sensed the first loss of life in that direction from a sizable source of Reiatsu. The twitch was one of annoyances that a group of high level Shinigami are struggling to take down a single Arrancar, even with a Soul King fragment. He looks to the left and then to the right before centering his gaze back on Tenth, he was wondering where their captain was during all of this.

”A counterstrike? Don’t make me laugh, these Cogs can barely coordinate with one another within their own division. Hope of a unified front is meaningless. The disease runs so much deeper than we ever knew. Training, sparing all of it pointless because those routines lacked the fear of death. War is upon us and fools are dying because they have been playing pretend all this time.”

Taro’s gaze shifts to the Southeast, the Academy destroyed and Kido Corps under attack. He takes a few steps in its direction until sensing another Arrancar’s arrival, it seemed to be in conflict with the one rampaging followed by Shizukana arriving to aid the newly arrived Arrancar. Odd and very strange… He takes a mental note of this and returns his gaze to the Tenth Division.

”Lieutenant, by proxy of having Harai’s trust to be her second in command I will show you some modicum of respect. The only information I have to give is this: These Arrancar possess fragments of the Soul King. Tell everyone to fight at their fullest strength and use all relics and options available to them. Do NOT treat them like regular Arrancar or Espada because they possess abilities that go beyond what we are used to fighting.”

In some regard could this information have helped the Soul Society beforehand? Could he have turned the tide of this war days ago if he had just told everyone this information from the jump? No, it would have made no difference. There would have been deserters who would have been too scared to face down a threat possessing a fragment of the Soul King. Arrogance would have run rampant among the upper echelon of their ranks assuming they could handle them still. From what he has sensed today he truly knows it makes no difference at all. His eyes shift to the sky and a most uncharacteristic emotion appears on his face, nervousness. He returns his gaze towards the Tenth Division.

”Now, Lieutenant, you may speak freely. Be to the point and precise, we cannot spare time on pointless idle chatter.”

Because of what he has planned he has to make sure his next choice is the right one. Garganta have opened up at or near Divisions except his. It could only be a matter of time before it does and when that happens he needs his Division to be empty so that all there is to destroy are buildings. Given the nature and function of Eleventh they are the easiest to rebuild since all they need are dojo’s, training courtyards and barracks. They could suffice with an open field and tents and operate just fine.

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[Jushiro Izanagi]

Arrival​

Finally, Jushiro had arrived on the scene and in some respects it may have been too late. The silver haired fox found himself standing perched on the walls leading into the barracks. The sheer devastation and destruction which befell his beloved division is unforgivable. The bent light kido finally began to dissipate and thus revealed Jushiro. His gold coloured eyes were locked onto his target. The same Arrancar that he confronted in Naruki City not so long ago. To think that this same Arrancar was the cause of all this. Jushiro could only curse his inability to deal with the issue at that point in time. However, it was becoming increasingly obvious that the enemy was far more prepared than the Shinigami were. Jushiro stood with his Zanpakuto in his right hand already in its released state. No words were directed to anyone but words were strung together in a low whisper. It would sound pointless ramblings but that wasn’t the case.

A Tremendous Loss​

On his way back to the tenth division, Jushiro sensed that Kazuki had perished at the hands of the enemy. However, he could not mourn, not yet. He still had Jinnouske and Omoni to protect. What about Kuwashii? He didn’t sense her presence which made him uneasy. The little star should never be harmed, especially not in Jushiro’s presence.

“Kazuki you fool, it seems you continued to fight the only way you knew how. Such a waste, I had high expectations of you”. ​

Jushiro had several thoughts plaguing his mind, some were enough to have him spiral out of control. That wasn’t his style, he was all about control in almost every aspect of his life. Only a fool would rush to their death. The masked man was briefly interrupted on his journey back by news of stickers. He managed to swipe a few, making sure to stick one to his arm. At the same time, he could sense all the different battles currently taking place. He also sensed the fifth division’s lieutenant was engaged in combat. The elemental properties of his Reiatsu was similar to what Izanagi felt back in Naruki City. The temperature was certainly much lower than normal, albeit there was a tug of war with all the explosions that kept going off. Neither hot or cold bothered Izanagi, he knew it all too well.

You Rang?​

The masked one followed Emillia’s movements through use of his eyes and his Reikaku capabilities. Keeping up effortlessly with her movements and that of Omoni and Jinnouske’s. It was now time for them to fall back and take on a support role. By the looks of things Jushiro arrived during the aftermath of a few significant things. Kazuki’s death and the destruction of the Shiba Manor. Things were beyond problematic now. And at the same time, it was rather simple. Kill the Arrancar. Jushiro figured that his soon to be opponent was now aware of his arrival. But that did not matter now. His eyes glowed behind his mask which was adorned with a devilish expression. Jushiro released a surge of Reiatsu which caused a shockwave, meanwhile the structures around him and the ground began to quake. He was beckoning the enemy to come and confront him.

>>>>>Posting Order: Emillia -> Jushiro-> Jinnosuke -> Omoni