Recent content by Hyoroshi Iwamura

For one brief moment, a pause stripped away the air. Iwamura glanced Kuwashii up and down. She'd yet to either advance or falter; she was scheming up a plan, no doubt. The inference of such, for once, ground particles of irritation into his marrow. In this brief interlude, he couldn't help but...

Hyoroshi stopped and stared at Kuwashii with a lone eye. She's decided to allude to it outright, he thought; her evasive maneuvers had been a deliberate gameplan to gauge his strength. She hadn't the strength to face him head on, as she herself admitted in essence. He was, indeed, about one...

One hot, heavy exhale plumed from Hyoroshi's mouth. The sensors in his nose and mouth were blanketed by the tang of his own blood; he squinted, allowing him a narrow peek into the magnitude of destruction he'd wrought before him. He was already aware of Kuwashii's status; he hadn't felt...

Hyoroshi yanked himself away from Kuwashii in the same moment; the heels of his steel boots, the last survivors of Shizukana Kurayami, shoved into the dirt as he landed. His gaze, half-lidded, perused the aggression in Kuwashii's movements and rebukes. Peacock theatrics, he thought. Nothing more...

Iwamura blinked once at her. His placid expression held steady as his eyes searched her face, as if looking in the mirror for something he hadn't seen before. "Forgive me, Fifth Seat Hakunetsu," Iwamura rumbled as he rose with an exhale. "Though in my defense, us in Eleventh are expected to be...

Peace. A strange thing to have experienced over the past ten days. Hyoroshi knew where it was coming from--and precisely why he was all but alone in this perception. It was not the type of peace to come after a great, well-earned accomplishment, that jovial boundlessness that swells the soul...

Whether it was wishful thinking or an inadvertent thought casting a veil over his vision, Hyoroshi Iwamura was kicking himself. Of course. For a moment he had truly believed he could approach the level of the duo inside the container; that he could have ended this madness by his own hand. How...

Conscious consideration erupting and fragmenting with the quaking earth and caving buildings, the crescendo between two monsters had realized; the belly of the beast surrounded Iwamura right then. Indeed, as he stepped onto one rooftop in particular, the rubble-remnants of its half-pulverized...

Well, who were they?

Once more Iwamura brought himself to a stop, this time as a steadying measure against the Date's latest onslaught. His feet remained firm atop one rooftop, the two orange sensors in his skull measuring each hairline fracture in the balance of the fight with a befittingly inhuman precision as...

Fur strands on the neck stood rigid; a brisk breeze tinged with foul Reiatsu rustled the rest. A mass of white and black and two dots of orange, Iwamura stood several rooftops from the blackened battlefield alone, though not unaccompanied. Reikaku and nostrils alike discerned the members of the...

Hyoroshi was gazing squarely upon his Captain's face when Yuichiro made his strange, and to Hyoroshi, unnecessary request. His pulse, which he only now realized had quickened during his debrief, relaxed as he shut his eyes. "You misunderstand, Captain-Commander," Hyoroshi rumbled. "Those...

For a brief moment Hyoroshi is still before Kisho Date; the office's careening double-doors had missed smacking Hyoroshi's snout by centimeters. His placid gaze lingered on the man physically younger in appearance yet, remarkably, over a century his senior. Ishiko's presence, one he had been...

Heavy footsteps quaked dust and particulates, steel boots clunking against stone floor abound towards the 1st Division. His gait hurried though even in tempo, Hyoroshi strode for his Captain's office alone; with one measured assertion Ishiko had been ordered back to the barracks at speed...

Hyoroshi lifted his mammoth arms onto the table, elbows bent, and loosely wove his fingers together in front of his snout. By a fraction his eyes narrowed, though not with antagonism. "You misunderstand, though that is on me; I apologize for that." Hyoroshi was conscious of Ishiko in his...