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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...

Hyoroshi's section of the table, once sated by the gentle slurps and munches of quiet consumption, was now completely silent. Hyoroshi's attention had flicked to this Rokka Kyōraku before his second sentence could start. The gaze was unrelenting but not hostile--merely contemplative, though a...

Where the room began to spark little fireworks of conversation, for a long moment, Hyoroshi's voice was not among the chorus. The questions and topics cooking in his mind could have sated everyone here; his empty stomach was but a void demanding a meal without the slightest flutter against...

Hyoroshi's nose twitched faster than his eyes could flick to the gathering entourage in the front lobby. Like the rainbow-spectrum of their hairstyles, the other guests' scents varied to the point of tasting like nothing and everything in particular; observing them with a quick, placid slant of...

2 Hours Since Destruction Averted Silent, suffused, Iwamura sat in the front lobby of the Fourth Division Barracks. Anyone who recognized him and attempted to borrow his attention would instead be struck into silence by the peculiarity of his distant, almost absent presence. His eyes were...

‘Ineptitude.’ Such was the simple truth of the matter for the Shinigami of the Seireitei. They were all unequipped, unprepared, out of their league. Everyone was heaving, begging through spell, ability and movement for someone, anyone else to help them see this day’s sunset–but they were...