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"I'm okay Kana, there's no need for the doting..." Hyoroshi grunted without a drop of disparagement in his voice as Shizukana fretted over him. His good right arm was a fluffy, protective scarf upon Shizukana's neck and shoulders as he leaned upon her. In truth, Hyoroshi felt the same relief she...

Heavy footsteps pounded against the weathered wall shingles, Hyoroshi rushing with deep, somewhat labored breaths from the northwest towards the heart of the Seireitei, his one Shihakusho sleeve ripped off and tightly wrapped over his shoulder and inside his armpit; soaked red where the hole in...

The rush Hyoroshi was feeling, that swelling of focus and fortitude from the sudden and rapid improvement of fortunes, a hallmark of instinctive arrogance that was starting to speckle even his mind wine-red in the inferno of the moment--that second wind, at seeing the chaos of the Date's Bankai...

No verbal response was had, but Iwamura didn't need it; the Reiatsu of his comrades was flowing strong, a little shaken, but unabated. He allowed himself a single whiff of brevity that draped itself around his adrenaline-charged wariness like a warm coat, taking just the edge off the gnashing...

Upon the rooftops Hyoroshi watched the fireworks unfold, silent with an odd tepid look on his face. His blades spun around, around, around, second upon second, now into infinity, the permanence of an agonizing fate dancing across the entire Zanpakuto with its blinding, white-hot brilliance...

It was a strange thing, the fear of death. Hyoroshi had tossed it aside the moment his white-knuckled fingers first clenched the blade. To most, it was an invaluable quality for a man of the Fifth. Now he was here, staring it down in her face unflinching as she appeared, the geyser of water...

Hyoroshi's blood ran cold yet his expression steeled; he was well aware of the heights these Arrancar could reach from the research he'd conducted, but to think of Captain Kasu being felled with such ease, even caught off guard, felt almost criminal. Indeed, he thought, he mustn't let their...

<HOURS EARLIER> "I know what it is you want right now, mutt." Hyoroshi's expanse of a chest lifted and lowered with deep anticipatory breaths. He hugged the wall at a fork in the road, his ears and nose at capacity with sensory data gushing into his skull from across the Seireitei. The Group...

“Everyone, we are under attack by Espada-level threats that have invaded Soul Society, and from what I can discern, they are targeting divisions. Return to your divisions with urgency and try to bring back as many samples as possible…I repeat, the war has begun!” Hyoroshi was halfway through...

Hyoroshi stared at his Captain. His face was statuesque; his gaze yet held a wordless understanding. It was rearing its ugly head again, that insatiable brutality in her, the very same that gave him pause from ripping her apart in West 78--one and the same as his until that very moment. The...

Iwamura's gaze lingered from Kazuki onto his entering Lieutenant. The way he cast his sideways glance, the one visible end of his lip tilted down ever so slightly--Iwamura had noticed the disdain in Oyuki's Reiatsu almost immediately, and it was as if his orange eye was pressing a silent plea...

A weary sigh parted Hyoroshi's lips of their own accord. The past ten days were a deluge; sitting there in his office, the mundane task of watching his printer whirr and spit out pages was the closest thing to a reprieve he's enjoyed. His hope was a chance to pull away for even an evening...

'I knew they'd come swinging...' Landing upon a rubble-strewn rooftop, Iwamura chided himself and dropped to one knee with a wince. He had just dispatched the second Menos with an unbridled Kagamibiraki, tearing the towering creature in half height-way, when the Vagido clapped through him; the...

Amongst the sea of spiritual signatures that flooded Karakura Town, a second Senkaimon Gate faded into the physical plane. The Gate's soft shimmer illuminated a space of the night several hundred feet in the air near the center of the city. Its wooden doors rolled open with a gentle rumble, and...

Iwamura heard the loud thud behind him, smelled the wretched stench of charred flesh as he ascended into the Tenth's barracks. It was a pungency he was well-acquainted with, well enough to discern that it was a clean burn; Kazuki's wounds were seared over as quickly as they were blown open, a...

If Oyuki was on a coin, Hyoroshi would be on the other side. The corpse of his hesitant positivity had long been abandoned, decapitated by Kishō's unceremonious interruption; yet as he watched the bloodthirsty wolves and the erupting volcano, and as Oyuki remained as much of an ice cube as ever...

The tension had been dangling on string's end for a few seconds when, in the distance, a hulking black-and-white humanoid rounded the corner and charged straight at the gathering. Hyoroshi was beyond the point of physically panting, sweat drops dangling from innumerable hairs and exhaustion...

"Lieutenant Gekka. Welcome back, sir." One seated member, his voice unabated, had straightened from his military bow and was staring down at his superior. He was by far the most conspicuous of the group, standing quite literally head and shoulders above the next tallest man at the gate...

Personnel File: HYOROSHI IWAMURA Character Name: Hyoroshi Iwamura Titles & Aliases: The Beast of West 78 Actual Age: 426 Apparent Age: 27 Birthday: June 4 Origin: Soul Born Race: Shinigami Gender: Male Height: 8’6” (2.591 meters) Weight: ~580 lbs (263.08 kg) Allegiance: Soul Society...