Central Seireitei

[Adonai]

Kuwashii is no dull girl, if she were she wouldn’t have survived for this long in the war. Her spiritual senses may not reach out as far as others but she can sense when something is close to her person, such as the Cero forming behind her. With the state she is currently in, it causes her to move in a frenzy, acting before thinking, instincts urging her to move, to survive. All the white hot flames begin pooling back to her blade at this moment as she begins turning her body to address the Cero behind her. With her flames returned the blade begins to swing, her Captain calls out to her to watch out, an appreciated warning. The blade erupts as she uses Yūmeijin in that same new style of erupting all of it all at once.

The flames collide with the still growing Cero and create an explosion that sends Kuwashii flying away from under Cazador before the yellow light snaps down around her, crashing through debris and into a ruined building. The building remains silent until the debris begins to stir, her blade erupting from beneath it all and sending chunks of rubble into the air. Kuwashii climbs out, huffing and puffing with exhaustion, injured from the explosion and close to running on fumes. She hasn’t trained herself to use her Shikai ability in that fashion and as a result it has drained her quite quickly. She stabs her blade into the ground, using it to help her stand as her Captain engages with the Espada and once more she is reduced to a mere spectator. She clutches the handle of her Zanpakuto tightly, on the verge of tears after fighting and striking as hard as she can only to see the enemy still alive and unphased.

She wants to scream with frustration and rage but she must internalize it, she can’t risk distracting her Captain right now. Too weak to help Otokogi in his final moments, forced to watch and eventually rendered unconscious by the constant Reiryoku sapping lightning of the Shiba’s Bankai. Too weak and told to stand down by an Arrancar in Naruki, forced to merely spectate. Too weak to help in Tenth Division against the Espada that attacked, forced to watch as her comrades fought tooth and nail against her. And now, once again, treated like a child too small to reach their target as Cazador, metaphorically, held his hand on her head as she swung wildly at the air and now, once again, forced to spectate. These four things mean one thing, that she is weak. Undeniable proof that she is indeed weak, there is nothing to dispute this fact.

She almost relinquishes her grip on her Zanpakuto when she remembers one single small victory, a victory in the sense that the goal was not to defeat the opponent but survive against them. Kisho Date, a man who others wouldn’t so casually cross blades with who hails from a clan that most people avoid all together. She outright attacked him, fought against him and survived. She fought well enough to earn his attention. She has to survive this, she still has to learn more from him but what more can she do? She has enough energy left to release one more Yūmeijin attack… But what if it isn’t enough? What if it's the tipping point of annoyance from the Arrancar that makes him attack her all out? What if it distracts her Captain and gets him killed? So many factors to consider. She grits her teeth and her massive blade hits the ground along with her falling to her knees. The answer is quite simple and she can see it plain as day, no amount of false motivation can steer her away from it, she either does nothing and spectates or she flees.

She wants to prove herself so much and yet all she has done is fight outside of her weight class, clashing against giants who barely recognize that she is there. She picks up her Zanpakuto and leaps backwards onto a partial rooftop. Her foot slides backwards and she leaps back again to another. She can’t do anything more but leave…Then she hears an ethereal sigh in her mind.

”You are frustrating, child.”

”Shut up! I’m-”

”You are having conniptions, on the verge of crying, and running away out of fear. You are a weak, impudent child.”

Kuwashii remains silent and watches from afar as her Captain combats the Espada. Perhaps her time in the World of the Living has done more harm than good. Masquerading around as a teenager, doing things human teenagers do so often that she forgot her standing in the Seireitei, in the pecking order of the spiritual world. She stands out among humans but among her own peers she may as well be another grunt. Her Zanpakuto is correct.

”Go back to being silent… Stop telling me the obvious…”

”Oh? And I began speaking with the idea of bestowing a gift unto you. A gift you can only use once given your current level of exhaustion. Care to know what it is?”

Kuwashii doesn’t speak, her eyes still locked on the battle, trying to learn something more practical rather than solve riddles. Her Zanpakuto chuckles, the sound of it echoing in her mind as he speaks once more.

”Zōge-iro Chōten (象牙色 頂点: Ivory-white Apex)”

”What?”

She looks down at the flaming blade whose weight she is finally starting to feel for the first time in ages.

”Say it out loud.”

”Zōge-iro… Chōten?”

”Again! With more gusto so I can hear you! Along with those fabled words you’ve been wanting to say for decades now!! Take this portion of my power and become useful for once in your damned life!”

Rising Star

Whatever nefarious deeds Cazador has implemented against her Captain are beyond her since she had removed herself from the vicinity. However, she returns, not as close as last time as she feels a flame burning within her, a flame telling her that she needs space for what she is about to do. She holds her Zanpakuto with both hands, and raises it above her head. Her Reiatsu surges, spiking higher than normal, a spike that is the herald to one thing and one thing only…

”BAN-KAI!!”

The flames on her massive blade go out and a secondary light source shines down on Second Division from directly above their heads. Something boiling and churning with heat and plasma, something that Kuwashii has admired for ages, a real, true to life, White Star.

”Zōge-iro Chōten!!!”

The White Star churns above, causing an aurora borealis to form in the sky immediately above them all. Aside from the sudden increase in light and a slight increase in temperature this orb in the sky has done nothing yet, nor has Kuwashii because she knows she only gets one attack with her Bankai before unconsciousness takes her. She watches and waits quietly, betraying her earlier reckless bravado that gained her nothing. Be it as a distraction or as an attack she will aid in bringing down this Espada, even if it kills her. For the sake of the Soul Society.

”Just one opening… Just one attack… That’s all I need… Come on…”

The clock is ticking, will she be able to find that fabled opening she is hoping on or will her Bankai display go to waste as it slowly burns away her remaining Reiryoku while it is active? Only time will tell…

 

[Adonai]

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God Queen

The Right Eye of the Soul King allows Valiosa to see up to ten seconds into the future, no more than that. Those ten seconds do not let her see just one future but multiple spread out like a massive feast. The Left Eye of the Soul King allows Antonio to manipulate the future of his own actions and interact with inorganic matter up to Ten Seconds in advance, no more than that. Again, those Ten Seconds are laid out like a feast before him and he chooses the one that leads to the best outcome, even repositioning things based on where they may end up in various futures. In written form these powers sound quite complex, but in action they are anything but. They are quite simple when performed. Combined these two powers can grant the user to change fate itself, just as Valiosa has done with her brother, by healing him and restoring his regeneration factor.

By just holding the eye and channeling its power Valiosa rewrote the fate of one person and now there is a host of others waiting to have theirs undone as well.

Suzume’s would be the most fitting considering her usage of strings and needles. She acted too slow, waiting on the retreating Antonio to be engulfed in the Negacion light instead of making her move before he regrouped with Valiosa. She pulled on the threads of fate only to metaphorically hear the closing sound of scissors on said string. Her needles clatter at her feet, no longer embedded in Antonio and none reaching Valiosa as she healed her brother, nor any in the eye she held. The Garganta closes, sending Antonio home as Valiosa turns to look at Suzume with the most smug look of arrogance on her face. She didn’t need words to tell Suzume that she failed, however that smug look was enough to rub salt in the wound. The future that Suzume foresaw of severing Antonio’s head with the light of Negacion would not come to pass, not in this timeline and thus the power of the Almighty becomes apparent and most concerning.

”Like me you see the strings of fate. But fate is not yours, it is mine.”

The Left Eye changes hands, moving from one of her three right hands to another, climbing higher and closer to where no one wants it to be. But she is not done playing with the strings of fate. Yes, she has used both eyes before, in her sealed form but her sealed form lacks the Reiryoku needed to properly utilize the eyes, but in this new form she has more than enough to work with, enough to torment these Shinigami with an abstract horror that they cannot comprehend. The man who has been attacking her with his water Zanpakuto halts her Bala and sends them back to her. This tactic of return to sender gives her a fun idea. The Balas return but she cancels them out once more by matching the energy output, a trivial thing to do when she knows her own strength. The waters remained trained on her but the Dean didn’t account for her speed, nor did he account for the fact of his Reiatsu being ineffective. That bluster of Reiryoku may have worked on a Shinigami but against an Arrancar whose Reiryoku already outweighs his it comes off as nothing more than a tantrum in the eyes of Valiosa. When she heard him broadcasting his message she thought this was good, it occupied him long enough to do what she wanted to do next. In the next moment her massive head is behind Shizukana, her entire serpentine body weaving through the rubble of the First Division.

”An arm swings, a fan flaps, feathers of a bird are set loose. Stinging, sickening poison, nerve shackling poison. The bird flies with broken wings.”

Valiosa then vanishes via Sonido, that massive gargantuan monster vanishes with blinding speed unfit for something that large. Shizukana may attack Valiosa while she is speaking but her words are ethereal, they hang in the air long after she is gone, they are heard whether she wants to hear them or not because they tell a story, a story of the future. A bird flying with broken wings, her attempt at striking with her exploding feathers fall to her feet much like Suzume’s needles except not only are the discharged feathers crumpled at her feet but so too is Shizukana’s Shikai now broken, the feathers of her fan broken and bare of any fibers. But she must make haste as all those feathers she launched intended on detonating and they are now all gathered right at her feet, ready to explode and unable to soar in the air. And then a flash of red light forms in front of Fuu along with strange orbs that seemingly grant her flight?

"Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation-"
"Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation-"

The second sphere is what grants her flight it seems.

"-flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man-"
"-flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man-"

Then a third.

"Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south."
"Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south."

A fourth.

"Hadō #31. Shakkahō"
"Hadō #31. Shakkahō"

At the end of it all a fifth sphere flies towards Valiosa who repositioned herself before Fuu, while she was saying the spell incantation in tandem with her. She even casts her spell at Valiosa however, perspective changes, Fuu is now in the crosshairs of her own attack flying directly at her, her orbs failing her and causing her to plummet to the ground. Falling helplessly without the ability to make footholds, how does she hope to avoid her own attack? Was her plan to create harmony among the discourse of her supposed allies fool proof? Perhaps she never anticipated herself being the one to throw her own plan off course.

”Seldom do those who fail accept their failure as their own. They seek others to blame. So, who do you have to blame, save for yourself? Felled by your own hands.”

Valiosa floats whimsily through the air, light as a feather, her serpentine body crossing the sky, casting shadows upon those who she has dealt ill fates to. As she said to Suzume, fate is hers alone. She has not forgotten about the dog man who has stood idle, scurrying around more like a rodent than a fearsome canine. There is no fate more suiting than that. She looks at him and covers her mouth with one of her hands and lets out a laugh in his direction. A Dog man pretending to be more than what he truly is, a rat. Her body dances and floats through the air when suddenly a massive eye ball hits the ground, hers. Then a sickening, wet, pop is heard by all combatants and her Reiatsu begins to spike and climb. The Left Eye of the Soul King has been socketed.

The Almighty

”Ara, ara, you are faster than before.”

She jests towards Yūichirō as his water seeks to gouge out her eyes, impale her hands, body and tail.

”But it doesn’t matter.”

Speed vs speed, the speed of her Sonido vs the speed of his water, what triumphs? The answer is simple, the speedster with precognition always wins. The booming static of her Sonido moves her and places her in front of Yūichirō who continues to try and hide his presence despite Antonio proving that he can still very much be seen. The water crashes behind her, faster even than her Sonido is her hands, despite her size she still moves as if she is many times smaller as she swats the Dean down out of the air and onto the ground below, into his own running waters. She has not forgotten the water that crashed behind her that attempted to impale her, she backflips in the air, holding her hands up to the water, caressing it as it forms into an orb before her.

”He entrusted us to Esmerelda, we became her aids, studied her, watched her victories and her failures. We know how to break a Shinigami, you aim for their Zanpakuto.”

She isn’t wrong as it was proven earlier when Antonio specifically targeted not only Hideo’s arms but his Bankai as well. She continues to caress the orb of water with her six hands, all the water in the area that had returned slowly flowing up into this orb. Once she had collected all of the water, all of Yūichirō’s Bankai, she turned her gaze towards his comrades. She smiles at them as they may still be dealing with plights of their own, be it their own attacks redirected at them or their own inactivity. She giggles maliciously as she holds the orb in one hand and mocks the Dean’s words.

”Umibozu Hitama!

Then, that same javelin attack consisted of water erupts towards the likes of Suzume, Shizukana, Fuu, and Hyoroshi. It’s funny how fate works. Shizukana sought to sow chaos by attacking others with her Zanpakuto but it seems like Valiosa has twisted that into something much more malicious, something much more than mere pretend. That increased speed seeking to impale each and everyone of the Shinigami gathered there to fight or maybe flounder. The Dean will find control over his own Bankai stripped from him, at least long enough for his own waters to kill his fellow Shinigami. There is no unity among them, they all seek to take her head, to claim victory and be crowned saviour of the Soul Society. It’s laughable really, they are behaving more like Arrancar than Shinigami.

”How Hollow like you’ve all become… Perhaps it's time to end this, yes?”

She flies high into the air, very much aware of the soul membrane above. She extends her second right hand and aims it straight down at First Division. She draws blood from her palm and the moment a droplet of blood falls free it is suspended in mid air, captured by spiritual energy and coalesced into a new stage of power. Gran Rey Cero, the blue/green energy of this attack hums and warps reality around Valiosa. She has no reason to engage with everyone in a one on one battle, not when she can clear the board in one fell swoop. The Shinigami are now in a bind, their inability to work together has turned their actions as individuals against themselves while also being assailed by a Zanpakuto attack from one of their own and now a great looming beast seeks to wipe them all out in one go.

Should this attack land, Central Seireitei will become nothing more than a crater of blooming ash and destruction. The gates of Muken will have the rays of the sun cast upon them for the first time ever. This is the Shinigami’s final chance, should they rally they must find a way to stop Valiosa from doing the unthinkable because once she is done with the Central Seiteitei she will move on to the other quadrants until there is nothing left.

”Good luck~~ ♡”

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[Nobody]

The Shinigami find themselves drowning in desperation. Those facing Valiosa are desperate to survive, desperate to defeat her to save not only their own skins but, their home as well. Then there were the members of the Second Division, now in stasis...desperately fighting a quiet battle to survive. The young girl, desperate to grow stronger, to prove herself, and then her Captain..desperate to protect both his peers and his young subordinate, even if he himself cannot recognize it.

In their desperation they all behave differently, some within the Central flounder about against an insurmountable threat, the young girl here uses the power of her zanpakuto to propel her out of the reach of the golden orb alerted by her senses while also warned by her doting Captain.

"That wont be-"

The cero within the negación sphere detonated violently, its destructive power contained within the sphere, fortunate for those within the division grounds. Still suspended in place, the espada turns to face the meandering halos in their descent. Since moving directly above Kuwashii to attack her with his Cero Negación, Cazador has not moved or drifted one way or another. This places him in a unique position to notice the movements or, rather the descent of the halos altering the temperature, noticing the change as they drew closer.

"Rude to the end, tch."

His well of reiryoku erupted into reiatsu, blanketing the entirety of the division grounds. As if birthed from the flaring noxious flame coat, three pale golden rods were formed, sprouting from the noxious flames. Those present and incapacitated are aware of what this is, but due to their current state they are unable to pass the information they hold to the Captain that now protects them. With nary a word the rods shoot upward, little more than brief golden streaks. Peculiar however was what took place after their ascent. The Captain, as a Kido master should be familiar with this scene, but only from the perspective of the shinigami. Those three streaks, mid-flight and mere moments away from impact with the hovering and drifting halos, suddenly multiplied into a hundred each.

The spectacle places the Captain in a dilemma; focused on protecting the fallen Captain and his comrades, watching over the young girl, and now his halos in the path of hundreds of golden spearing rods. The Captain should be aware that there is no stopping their movements, their sheer number making them appear as twinkling stars once rising high enough within the air. Still, the Captain has proven himself to be a man of focus, and with all that has been laid upon his plate perhaps he is still able to keep tabs on the Espada and see it; two neon green cero charged and swollen in front of the Espada's eyes. Despite Cazador's nature the Captain should be able to tell, that his enemy outclasses him in terms of raw spiritual power. That well of energy, further amplified by both Resurrección and the blood of the Soul King within him focused into these two cero.

The cero merge in the middle while being expelled in the form of a singular destructive beam. So certain in his Bankai's power, it is perhaps that certainty that could very well spell the Captain's end. The beam punches through the air towards the Captain, threatening to also force its way through him and anything behind him. Due to the very nature of how the beam is fired it is natural to assume that it is also a moment where the espada's vision if but briefly, is obscured. It is an opening that is frighteningly inviting, though for the Captain, he has many hurdles to overcome before he can potentially exploit such an invitation.

In the midst of all this, Cazador and those present in these grounds are bathed in a white light. While Cazador has not said anything he, perhaps like the Captain recognizes the weight of this reiatsu that now lingers above them. 'A Bankai?' He concludes to himself. Things have, once again grown increasingly chaotic within the territory of the incapacitated Second Division's Captain. Perhaps they now find themselves in the final throes of this conflict..

One way or another.

 

[Nobody]

The Dean of the Academy had endured much, a lone bulwark against a seemingly insurmountable enemy. Alone, without support from those who should have rallied to his side he struggles, almost in vain to hold the line and repel the threat against the Seireitei. At every turn, his efforts seem to go unrewarded, his bankai weakened and then weaponized against those he would call allies straits couldn't be more dire. That is until this mountainous foe began charging up an attack they couldn't afford to allow to pass, the strongest of all cero.

In the midst of this despairing chaos, a heavy fog swept into the area. It advanced as if it were alive, obscuring the area in both its passing and approach. From so high up piercing the thick foggy veil visually would be quite a task, or rather should be. Reaching out to sense and detect what was going on within would reveal what should have been obvious, that this creeping mist was anything but natural. As the fog passes, the massive sphere of water can be seen with extended jets stretched towards four separate jets of water, two separate quadrants. The living fog does not slow or shift its trajectory and continues rolling through Central seireitei until finally it reaches the area of the lone soldier.

"Gyōja Kuchiki-"

The voice calls out from within the fog before the young Kuchiki himself rushes out to stand at his senior's side, body turned towards the area of the enemy as he stares towards the growing orb of destruction lingering in the sky above them like some sort of apocalyptic sun. The entirety of the mist that had been lingering in the air flows upwards and, perhaps unexpectedly begins to merge with the Shihoin's weakened Bankai.

"-present and accounted for to face the enemy."

Rather than responding to the Tenteikūra broadcast remotely, Gyōja now present answers directly. Both he and Yūichirō posses water-type zanpakutō, and while the Kuchiki possessed no Bankai to contribute in terms of fire power, perhaps he could combine his water and the properties of his shikai with Yūichirō's Bankai. Having not been present for any of the battle here, Gyōja is unaware of the weakened state of Yūichirō's Bankai. Having seen the giant water sphere, and sensing the threat of the enemy, in his approach he pondered on the best methods to help against the enemy. With no Bankai himself he truly felt powerless....and then Captain Date's words echo within his mind.

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"And your Zanpakuto, it looks water based, you didn’t think to use it to mitigate any of the water she was conjuring?"​

Gyōja knew he could not control a Bankai but, perhaps he could help amplify it somehow...combine their powers like water merging into a greater body of water. With the power of the bankai with Aojūkiri's waters and abilities added to the mix just maybe..

Now standing next to the Third Division's Third Seat Gyōja points his right hand skyward with index and middle fingers extended there is a mixture of blue and yellow energy gathered and focused at their tips. His jaw strained, breathing heavy as veins rise along his arm and neck. It was as if he were holding a great weight.

"I-don't know the situation, nor do I have a Bankai to contribute but I've merged the mist from my zanpakuto Aojūkiri with your bankai!"

Blood trickled from his nose as he held the spell in place while informing the Dean of his actions. He knows time is of the essence, and as it stands it was just the two of them readily available now to deal with the threat.

"Looks like she's charging up a Gran Rey Cero. We can't let her launch it! I've combined the two strongest spells I know while rushing here, we have to focus every ounce of power in one point, perhaps we'll be able to disrupt the cero and cause it to backlash buying us some time!"

Sweat trickles down his brow and forehead, the strain of the fully powered combined spells growing all the heavier on him, yet he held fast. Not. Yet. It wasn't time to release it.

"At your mark, sir."

Though by all accounts, the young Kuchiki outranked the older Shihoin it was Yūichirō who had been here fighting the enemy, Yūichirō who had a better assessment of the enemy and their abilities, Yūichirō who had held the line and strove to take command in a situation rife with chaos. He would defer command to Yūichirō.

From what little he could ascertain from observation and second hand intel alone, Gyōja determined this was the best short hand plan they could utilize quickly to address the situation. With the powers of their zanpakuto combined, if they combined their kido as well and focused on the King's Cero, they might just be able to pull something off. Gyōja held, firing only the moment Yūichirō gave the word.

 

[Elk]

He had been hesitant to move. While he was forced to retreat, he had gone as far as the edge of Central Seireitei. His head turned back as the beast began to speak, talking to Suzume about fate. At this, his eyes narrowed as her words echoed throughout the Seireitei. Yet something seemed to glisten in the distance, far beyond Valiosa herself. A reflection of light caught his attention, causing him to narrow his eyes.

“The Sōkyoku!”

“It’s been set up?! Since when?!”

“Take me there immediately!”


The guards carrying him stopped to look at one another, eyes shaking for a moment, before both used shunpo to carry him away. First to the edge of the rooftops—then another step, the hill’s shadow looming over them. The next moment, they stood atop the hill, much to the surprise of the Kidō Corps members.

The sight of an injured, armless Shihōin was an odd thing to behold—his clothes ragged and bloodied from the fight.



“Well, well, well!”

“Looks like someone hid you guys here long enough to set up that beauty of a weapon.”

“Power of a million Zanpakutō?”


His voice echoed throughout the Seireitei, still carried by his cousin’s connection through Central Seireitei. His tone was heavy—yet smug. It was cut off shortly after, but not before drawing attention.

“We were ordered to wait on cap—”


“That doesn’t matter now! Start unsealing the Sōkyoku!”

“I’m not asking as a member of the Seireitei, nor as a noble of the Shinigami. I’m asking as one who lives here—who fights to keep balance.”

“All of you have the power to help. It may save us!”

“You six—get into position and start unsealing. Be prepared to unleash the Sōkyoku! Wait for orders not from me, but from below!”

“You three—start drowning out the Arrancar in noise with Tenteikūra!”

“You—connect us to the ones fighting!”

“The rest—start working on Kyokkō! We don’t want the Sōkyoku coming back to hit any of us!”


A nod followed as the six members of the Kidō Corps moved into position, each undoing the seals on the Sōkyoku. Each massive rope that was released ignited, flames racing along them toward the halberd. Its light burned brighter as the Arrancar below charged its Gran Rey Cero.

In that moment, a voice rang out.

“Everyone!! Get ready! The Kidō Corps is here to help with the Sōkyoku!”

While he spoke to his cousin, three other members of the Kidō Corps began drowning out his voice to Valiosa with nonsense, chants, and any other noise they could muster—each attempting to prevent her from hearing Hideo’s words.


“This might be it! She’s pouring everything she has into that Cero—and from the feel of it, it’s enough to level everything and everyone here!”

“Everyone—pour everything you’ve got into taking her out! Damage her, set up barriers, fire off spells or your Zanpakutō abilities at her or the Cero!”


By the time he finished speaking, all but one of the ropes had ignited, and the halberd itself glowed a fiery red. In that instant, a blanket of Kyokkō swept over the hill, concealing everyone atop the Sōkyoku. Their bodies vanished from sight, while the beams that would normally hold a Shinigami for execution held no one.

Within the frame itself, however, stood Valiosa—perfectly centered, as if captured in a photograph.

A perfect target for the Sōkyoku.

“Unleash it if her attention turns to us.”

His voice was somber as he looked down at the Arrancar below. His jaw shifted back and forth, a grating sound escaping it. If he could, he would have clenched his fist. Instead, he watched and waited—for a response—as the communication was now set up both ways.

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[TherosAestas]

Suzume didn’t react when her threads of fate that weaved throughout Antonio were severed. In fact at this point she didn’t care that the wretched toad escaped, because she felt the tug of threads pulling taut. She would have ignored them, let them be until her bankai deactivated, but she could tell the body on the other end of them was very much still in the vicinity. Suzume swore under her breath as she disappeared from where she stood, just barely avoiding the attack from Yūichirō’s zanpakuto.

As Valiosa rose into the air, Suzume reappeared further away, her gaze following the beast before landing upon the Sokyoku, just beyond her, and the flames climbing higher upon it.

”Hideo..”

A breath caught in her throat, painfully so. She knew that if Valiosa turned her attention toward that hill then Suzume would lose her better half. She also knew those currently gathered needed to work in tandem, something they had been struggling to do thus far, but someone had to hold her attention. Suzume raised her hand up toward Valiosa, her hair fluttering free behind her as if caught in a breeze. An orb of yellow quickly emanated from her raised hand.

Her voice rang out in the open communications between the shinigami present, soft and resigned.

Suzume Feng. I’ll do what I can to hold her attention.

”Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle!”

Her eyes narrowed as lightning crackled out from her hand.

”Hadō #63. Raikōhō!”

As the lightning lashed out at Valiosa, just in time to strike her forming gran rey cero, a cloud of dust and debris kicked up around the small shinigami. Though the others could not see her, they could still hear her through tenteikura.

Fate belongs to each of us, to mold as we see fit.

Her voice falters only a touch as it addresses one person in particular.

I will die before I see you taken from me.

Somewhere on Sokyoku Hill, tucked away behind Kyokko, one last act of desperation and devotion was enacted. The armless Shihoin would feel the strings being pulled for him. He had done enough. Now was his time to rest. The members of the kido corps that remained could finish the job. An invisible force seemingly compelled him to flee as far and as quickly as he could, but he would know that it was Suzume willing him to live.

Once the dust settled, Suzume was nowhere to be seen. Though she was very much still present as was evident by Dankū being erected before those present. Suzume never stopped moving, her voice just barely ghosting on the breeze by Gyoja’s ear, ”Tomi still lives. She’s in fourth.” She’s unsure how the Kuchiki feels about his squad mate but she knows if it were her squad mate then she would wish to know, and she hoped this little revelation may help bolster his resolve.

The command is yours, Captain Shizukana! Fire when ready!

Finally coming to a stop for just a breath of time, the ground shattered beneath Suzume’s feet as a massive amount of spiritual pressure and electrical energy coalesced into her right hand.

”Hadō #88. Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō!”

A gigantic beam, easily dwarfing the already short shinigami, burst forth from her palm, aimed directly at Valiosa and through her cero. The devastating beam of energy exploded upon contact with the attack, sending thousands of needles out into the cero, where they would embed into the reiatsu that formed it. The very fabric of Valiosa’s attack would be unbound from within, picked apart, thread by fucking thread.

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[Lovely Lady]

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“Those fighting the threat within the Central Seireitei, I will do all I can to keep this communication link active. It is two-way so you can speak back to me as well. I need a roll call of who is present and in this fight, state your name and rank immediately!”

There would be no time for her to introduce herself. He did know her, but that wasn’t the point.
The feathers shattered, gathered near but were not detonated. Those that aimed for allies missed their marks and Erasing or Changing their intent would not wrench her ultimate control over them and Yurusarezaru. Remnants of her first failure had gone by now and so the only things she had been focused on, concentrating on, had been those feathers.

”An arm swings, a fan flaps, feathers of a bird are set loose. Stinging, sickening poison, nerve shackling poison. The bird flies with broken wings.”

Was that her future?

It went without saying that This was no time to grimace from another folly. No, she’d not let it hinder her forward drive. Her progress. Perhaps her biggest weakness would turn out to be one of her largest advantages.

She’s used to failing, well accustomed to self hatred and shame. The weight of it was what kept her moving. She and her dream.

Her dream to see that one day, Shinigami and Arrancar would be able to sequester a peace unlike any seen before. In the past events she had come to a conclusion that it was not only possible but attainable.

This heavily depended on obliterating the now. Out with the old in with the new. The current climate wasn’t going to be able to partake in her vision and so she set it to her mind that they’d have to have the honor of dying for it instead. As well as for the rest of their unforgivable actions they’d taken in this horrendous fight.

As much as it would repulse others, The entire slate did need to be cleaned. For better or for worse, she desired the same as this Valiosa did. Shizukana Kurayami was prepared to usher in a new era of serenity, of balance no longer curdled by bloodlust or predjudice.

For this to happen, the current regime needed to be purged.

This was undeniable. From both perspectives.

“Bankai.”

There is no hesitation, in the midst of the most clandestine opportunity. The venomous typhoon in her heart was given life, in the true skyscape above the false goddesses crown.

It came down like a blanket, encompassing all of import. Its shower felt refreshing, chasing away the burning intensity of the battle and the sear of the apex Annihilating orb of destruction. The Gran Rey Cero.

The storm the enchantress had conjured was not kind in nature. It was unassuming, cold and absolute. Yet, Only those with a specific shield upon their bodies were spared from its sickeningly overbearing obsession to wash away the unclean and eventually bring about healing and regrowth.

The light of her broken Shikai was easily overshadowed by Yurusarezaru’s foul agenda and a freshly restored fan that became drenched and hung listlessly in her firm grasp. He descended to strip not only Valiosa’s gargantuan power but also her flesh and her bone. He had long since deemed her to be unclean, to be unworthy of the privilege to live and continue spreading her rot.

The rain was not at all giving, it took with acutely meager discretion but it was the zanpakuto’s greed that designated how much skin it burned through with a potency beyond capable of melting through the most durable of hierro. Its properties caused healthy cells to become necrotic and triggers system wide decay. Both she and the eye were subjected to its torrents. The drops collectively cut through body and soul rapidly. All of which heavily amplified by the fact that she put her all into it, forgoing any other spells or significant usage of her spiritual power.

In addition to its corrosive acidity, Yurusarezaru’s cleansing waters wash away all of the enemy he had designated , case in point the presence and hindrance of the powder Valiosa’s wings shed. At the same time, anything the powder had come into contact with would find themselves cleansed of it along with its effects. It was capable of abolishing and assimilating. The latter was something it did to elements and comrades already present, blessing them with his puritanical ability.

Thirdly, an entirely new option had presented itself to her. Unbeknownst to her and likely most, until her downpour touched them.
A crowd of Kido Corps members had been within the vicinity, cleverly hidden from the eyes of enemy and ally alike for their protection and the protection of the single most weapon capable of bringing the atrocity before them to an end.

The Soyoku. It was an antiquated ancient weapon only utilized in the direst of times against enemies. Bitterly, At times against their own. This time however it appeared to be poised, positioned and ready to unleash its Devine judgement unto the scourge that had boldly come to claim its promised land.

It was then that the sound of an unfamiliar voice chimed through the chaos. It pierced through the calamity of the fighting. It deafened explosions.

‘The command is yours, Captain Shizukana! Fire when ready!’

Like a bell, its sound rang out and activated something inside of the Captain but not only because of the words it spoke. Shizukana had not been the only person to take note of the corps members presence, evidenced by Suzume’s call to her.

That was the kind of outcry that deserved an answer.

A miracle could not begin to describe it. To think such a means of retaliation had existed, for how long mattered little compared to the fact that it was primed and at the ready.

Sharply after, It is then the minds of the accumulated agents began to ring in response to Shizukana’s urgent voice. Her battle cry echoed to them. Shaking the members to their cores, instigating action!

“By Captain of the Fifth’s command!— FIRE THE SOKYOKU! I repeat! FIRE THE SOKYOKU!”

In the last second made available, in a coordinated effort to stop Valiosa, Shizukana’s final exclamation erupted from inside of her. Not to anyone she faced in this fight but the ones that she could not see and that could not see her. Not clearly, not enough to see the fear in their eyes, or in her’s.

Utilizing the initiation of communication, she presumed her rank and being the only present captain around would secure the corp’s cooperation in this definitive moment of need. It all hinged on this.

There was no need to flex her own supply of spiritual power. She had nothing to prove to Valiosa and she had no want to intimidate. So she did not, she applied what was necessary that she had saved to execute her actions instead. Honed by the gravity of her station both current and past. Resolution seasoned by experience and driven by the need to see what would happen out to the end. It was the end for some one.

Behind this ferocity was the beating heart of determination and desire to redeem herself for all of her heinous mistakes that had led her and those on the battlefield to that day.

For Shizukana, this was meant to be her salvation as much as it was her punishment. To face a byproduct of her mountain of mistakes. The Monster of her making.

Whether it killed them both, it didn’t matter to her.

As for her third seat, currently entangled with the battle just as she was, she trusted him to be able to govern himself and make the decisions that he was most confident in. Everyone was going to do their best in the small window of time they had to make a move.

If anyone was going to survive this day to see the next then everyone had to work together. Luckily, she and Iwamura were more than used to working together. They both had a special horse in this race and they’d see it through til they crossed the finish line.
A bone yet to be picked.
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Posting Order

Hideo, Yuichiro, Antonio/Valiosa, Suzume, Shizukana, Hyoroshi​

 

[Jushiro Izanagi]

The masked Captain had intended on casually guiding the halos into range and letting their cold do the rest. That was the plan. Plans, however, only survived until the battlefield revealed its teeth. The moment Cazador’s Negacion membrane peeled away and his reiatsu compressed into something deliberate, Izanagi knew the window had closed. This was no longer posturing. This was commitment.

He halted the halos mid-orbit.
Not retreat….. reassignment.

The appearance of the first three rods confirmed what Izanagi had suspected since his arrival. Negacion was not being wielded as a barrier, but as a weapon. Their ascent only sharpened the truth. When they multiplied, when the sky itself filled with ascending gold, Izanagi did not flinch. The way the Espada wielded Negacion as a weapon raised suspicions. And Izanagi would be foolish to think that the three roads were just that. A few scenarios came to mind in regards to how they might be used. Explosion perhaps? Controlled projectile of erasure? Would only three be enough to subdue the halos? That would be tricky considering the speed at which Izanagi is capable of moving the halos. It’s more difficult to hit a moving target. He needed to be ready to act, to be able to adjust and in a prompt manner. Their multiplication did not cause panic.

Negacion rods were not meant to be blocked. They were meant to touch. So Izanagi did neither. Orange light snapped into existence around his hands, not shields, not walls, but boxes. Hako Okuri manifested in rapid succession, not enclosing matter, but segments of trajectory. The spell did not contest the Negacion. It did not attempt to suppress or overwrite it. Hako Okuri acknowledged the rods completely and then reassigned their location.

Dozens vanished mid-flight, sealed inside angular prisms that closed with mechanical finality. Some were displaced downward, kilometers beneath the Second Division grounds, buried where Negacion would find nothing to erase but stone and silence. Others reappeared elsewhere, not scattered, not random but precisely.

Izanagi did not remove all of them. He removed enough. The halos vanished next, folded cleanly out of the sky by Hako Okuri before a single rod could graze them. They were not weapons at that moment. They were liabilities. Izanagi treated them accordingly.
At ground level, beneath collapsed stone and frozen earth, a broad, low box seals around Kagi and the others(two) individually in a single volume, bodies, rubble, and ice included. No compression. No resistance. The spell folds inward and vanishes instantly, delivering them far from the battlefield, already en route to medical containment. He figured that there are fourth division squad members out and about seeking the injured. Their removal costs him no pause, no focus shift. It is done in the same breath as everything else.

Then came the pressure shift. The Cero began to form.

Izanagi did not raise a barrier. Blocking implied resistance, and resistance was exactly what Negacion sought. Instead, he turned what had already been committed.

Boxes unfolded again not in front of the beam, but within its path, angled, partial, precise. A Hako Okuri prism intersected only a fraction of the Cero’s forward mass. That segment vanished mid-propagation, displaced laterally into dead air where its coherence unravelled without spectacle. At the same time, other prisms collapsed inward. Negacion rods already sealed, already stolen from their trajectory were released into Cazador’s space, reappearing along the vector of his own attack. Izanagi did not force them forward. He simply returned them where momentum had already been declared.

Saturation relied on panic. Izanagi offered none. With the immediate threats misdirected and the battlefield thinned, his attention finally settled. The halos still turned, waiting. The temperature still obeyed him. Redirection was complete. What followed would not require kido.

The opening existed only because Cazador committed to it. And it may well be a trap, however, Izanagi needed to seize any opportunity given to him.

The twin Cero surged forward, its pressure carving a path toward the space Izanagi had already abandoned. Frost slid beneath his sandals as he moved laterally, unhurried, Kamishimo folding space around him rather than resisting it. If the beam adjusted, if it reached where it was meant to reach, it would find nothing waiting.

Movement in this case was precautionary. The Hako Okuri prisms collapsed but not head-on. They formed obliquely, intersecting only fractions of the battlefield, precise wedges of space rather than shields. Segments of Negacion rods vanished mid-ascent, their trajectories preserved, their vectors untouched. Izanagi did not stop them. He relocated them.
The boxes reopened inside Cazador’s claimed space. Not behind him. Not around him. Directly along the path he had cleared for his own attack. The rods reappeared already moving, their momentum intact, their angles unchanged, now converging inward instead of outward. A collision course, not an ambush, the difference mattered. Negacion did not need guidance. It only needed contact.

Above, the halos resumed their orbit, drifting back into position as the temperature plunged further, reclaiming the sky inch by inch. Izanagi did not wait to see the result. He continued to move, cold trailing in his wake, ensuring that even if the Cero completed its path, it would arrive to absence. In the midst of all this, he sensed the changes in Kuwashii’s Reiatsu and for a moment he didn’t want to believe what his senses were telling him. She’d now stepped beyond the threshold of a regular Shinigami. The young star was on a path, emboldened by something unknown to Izanagi. His eyes did not deceive him, the orb in the sky belonged to Kuwashii.

“Bankai?”.

In addition to this, the situation in Central was becoming more dire by the second. The ginormous threat wasn’t going away and the Shinigami in direct confrontation seemed to be having trouble dealing with it. The longer the confrontation between the trio of Izanagi, Cazador and Kuwashii continued. The longer it will take for Izanagi to lend a hand. His breathing quickened for a moment, panting before bringing it under his control. While his execution of the kido was seemingly flawless, it still required use of his Reiryoku.
With all that said, Izanagi maintained his focus, ready to move, ready to act. It is with that spirit that some of the negacion rods seized by Hako Okuri didn’t completely vanish. Izanagi held them in reserve away from view, not necessarily to be used against Cazador.

“Soukyoku? Not a bad idea, let's hope it works”.

Alongside this comes a vicious downpour, one that Izanagi experienced earlier on in another location. Luckily he still had his protection against it.​

 

[Hyoroshi Iwamura]

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‘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 disjointed, uncoordinated. It was as if each group of combatants were babbling their own languages. Even Captain Kurayami, beloved to Iwamura, the woman who found his humanity and decided to cherish it, the one who could never truly lose his trust, seemed to act upon an odd calculation when she turned her Shikai upon him.

The daggers of her feather-duster rocketed in the thousands towards him. He pivoted immediately, launching from the ground and booming as a blur in-between a bundle of buildings still, at least partially, standing, cast into their stark shadows. Concealed by the structures, Iwamura swung his blades around and around where possible. In blistering thought-intuition, cutting through the remnant husks of once-dignified streets and allowing the feather-daggers to level structures behind him, his mind raced:

‘Must be a diversion–but what’s the goal–won’t work, Kana–everyone must rally– overwhelm with strength–if I can just–’

The commanding, yet coldly reassuring voice of Yuichiro Shihoin doused Iwamura’s mounting friction, though the looming, effervescent threat of Valiosa kept him sprinting atop a relatively-intact wall. Shizukana’s feathers reacted in kind, quitting their pursuit and crashing into the ground behind him. In the distance, the very sunset light the Shinigami were seeking painted a portion of the sky in Yuichiro’s shame and indignation.

“...Those fighting the threat within the Central Seireitei, I will do all I can to keep this communication link active. It is two-way so you can speak back to me as well. I need a roll call of who is present and in this fight, state your name and rank immediately!”

Iwamura’s eyes narrowed just a tad as his striding feet carried a little more vigor. The Dean was piecing something together.

“Hyoroshi Iwamura, Third Seat of the Fifth,”

he mouthlessly responded after Yuichiro had finished.

“Ready and able.”

For one moment his steel-clad feet skidded to a stop on the wall. It dawned upon him at once that he was in the typhoon’s eye. For one moment, no attacks were careening his way, no allies were within reasonable reach. He could smell, survey and sense everything; Feng’s and Kurayami’s voices as they held their own, Hideo Shihoin and the Kido Corps activating the Sokyoku, Gyoja Kuchiki arriving and rallying to Yuichiro’s side in support of his efforts. All together, though clunky, the stage was being cobbled together.

Hyoroshi glanced upwards and found Valiosa’s gaze staring back. His body tensed for an attack.

The serpent merely laughed something wicked.

For one moment, it was the truth exposed to the world after the layers of rationality and obfuscation were finally peeled back.

‘Ineptitude.’

Such was the simple truth of the matter for Hyoroshi. There were no more forced ideals, no more denial, no more parlor tricks. Here, standing upon the precipice of the world, he could see his own reflection, the cowardice framing the fur on his snout; the fear of retribution from ancient sins etched into his very marrow.

He was, after all, a mere beast.

‘So you’ve woken yourself up. You’re finally coming around.’

Iwamura’s eyes blew open just in time to snap to the monolithic javelin of water leaving Valiosa’s hand, aimed straight at him. The voice of his Zanpakuto Spirit was a solemn church bell in his head; with his allies at last starting to work together, his part to play was set.
His eyes settle into a crooked, almost wretched tranquility he can't recall experiencing before.

‘I accept your offer, Boukuno Kibakigane.’

Hyoroshi sprinted forth, spun his blades once, and again, and again; and then he was off into the air, the wall exploding into pieces behind him, his body a bullet fired with the full force of his titanic strength. Not a second later the water spear whizzed over him, piercing air inches above his head and crashing into empty ground behind him.

To everyone who looked at him, they’d be unable to see the person–only a blindingly-bright beacon of white-hot light, its source identifiable only by the torrent of Reiatsu billowing and whipping off of Hyoroshi’s form. The very air around and behind him was bathed in a nigh-imperceivable heat, shimmering like a comet’s tail, as he closed the distance within seconds and crashed feet-first atop her gargantuan tail, near its end. While the blow may not be enough to seriously harm the Espada, the sheer weight and force behind the landing pushes this relatively-lighter segment of her body down towards the ground.

Yet, of more concern to Valiosa would be a searing agony radiating from her tail; Iwamura had swung both blades into her flesh as he landed.

“Kattō Gokuji!”

Without delay, an inferno of white-hot and shimmering, invisible flames explode from her skin for dozens of feet across and blast-melt her to the bone. Simultaneously, black chains matching the immense heat of his blades, firmly embedded into the skeleton of her tail, shoot out and latch onto the closest piece of land they can find while continuing to relentlessly cook her.

All of this occurs in about a second. Yet, Iwamura doesn’t miss a beat; he lurches forward into leaping strides up her tail, slicing and slashing into her body over and over, the same infernal explosions sizzling the air melting and dissipating entire sections of her flesh with each contact. All the while, he remains deathly aware of Valiosa herself, using Shunpo to blitz up her tail past any limbs, obstacles or attacks before continuing the onslaught. More and more black chains follow suit as he continuously swings, blossoming from her scales like obsidian cobwebs and anchoring her to the ground.

By the time the swinging stops, mere seconds after Hyoroshi had landed, countless chains; sturdy, taut, and blindingly-hot; extend along the lower regions of her tail. The gashes and slashes, languishing paint upon a decrepit canvas, gape further open by the bubbling, melting flesh consumed by dancing heat and flames.

As if a hound of Hell itself lashed out and flayed into her.

“Onibi.”

Iwamura came to a stop upon her tail and, pressing the agate spheres tipping both of his blades into her scales, pushed off of her while thrusting his arms downward. At once, two overlapping holes several feet in diameter are punched clean through Valiosa’s tail as Iwamura launches himself back down its length. He stays low and close to the appendage, continuing to Shunpo the minimum distances needed to get around any potential attacks, until he reaches his original landing site–now little more than charred bone. Only then does he push to make his escape, leaping off of the bone and rocketing away in-between a grid-like bundle of buildings still standing.

‘It’s in your hands now,’ Iwamura declared to himself as he stole a brief glance up at the gleaming, mounting power of the Sokyoku.

‘Very well. We will talk once this is over.’
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[Souris]

🕊️ Fuu Shiratori🌸
🎵 The Almighty and the Seamstress 🎵

The disorder among the defenders was rampant. The earliest solution was simple - unity against the threat at hand and yet here they were. Fuu shouldn't even be a factor in this battle, her presence in most cases would be better spent on recovery efforts... but this factor drew her out. The severity of the destruction and the evolution of the monsters that made toys of the Shinigami's own base was a mockery to the whole organization. The Seireitei needed the few soldiers that were willing to march to an orchestrated beat rather than succumb to solitude rhythms.

Especially when dealing with someone like Valiosa.

The power to decide fate was fearsome in the right hands and even more so in the wrong ones. It was unfortunate because the latter was the reality. That very ability to reach and pluck at the future that best serves their mistress, guiding the Shinigami onto their worst possible timelines.

A story unfolding to which Valiosa held the pen and the paper.

A story where the Shinigami only owned their names.

She could see everything she needed.

Unless.

Valiosa was an Arrancar, a powerful one, one bolstered by the Soul King's essence, a truly terrifying combination - this was fact. But she was not truly omnipotent, a contradiction to what she and maybe others likely believed in the moment. No soul could ever truly have dominion over absolutes, everything and everyone had their breaking points. There was always an answer to the questions, a bottom to the well. The scope of the usage of her power was that first condemning evidence and the second... well the second piece was coming into view.
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”Like me you see the strings of fate. But fate is not yours, it is mine.”​

The scales of fate quivered with those words. An intangible set of eyes watched as the skew of destiny changed.
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”An arm swings, a fan flaps, feathers of a bird are set loose. Stinging, sickening poison, nerve shackling poison. The bird flies with broken wings.”​

Another utterance as the monster played with her food. The serpent shifted through rubble and dirt, yet so did the shadows at the corners of her eyes.
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And when her attention shifted to Fuu...

Valiosa's parroted words were accompanied by her world darkening more and more. This was as if her own words brought with it an enfeeblement upon her. Her eyes began to feel the subtle sting of the flowing air that drifted through the environment as forces continued to tug at her. Was the Arrancar poisoned by something within the mentor's waters? Or maybe it was a subset of the red-headed Shinigami's ability? It would be hard to discern with vision alone, especially with it gradually being eaten away.
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Trailing those syllables the darkness sprawls even more, her peripheral vision all but consumed by it. The intoxicating allure of the phantasmal night robbed her of clarity as well. Her vision blurring too from the gloom that had stricken her, obscuring the battlefield to nothing more than a haze. Though that wouldn't be the worst of it - as that darkness did not just remain with her sight in the present.

It clawed and grasped at the very foundation of the Almighty's grace. The visibility of those branching futures were tampered with. Valiosa would find paths shrouded and those glimpses she'd attempt shortened to a fraction. Whatever ailed her was not just messing with her eyesight but instead the very concept of her visual perception.
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The verbal mimicry continued despite the gloom and with those matched words, the playful intent of Valiosa continued to be put on display. Paired with the name of Fuu's own spell, she placed the Shinigami in the path of her own attack. A look of surprise overtook the Vulture's face from the sudden change. A transition that felt not like any tangible experience she ever had before. It was instead something more akin to the observation of a changing television channel or the flipping of a page to a fresh one. It was as if she was a spectator to the world she existed in. Though that disorientation did not linger long enough to offset her reaction.

Fuu raised a foot and aimed it at the soaring projectile as wind began to coil around her pointed limb. In a flash those speeds amplified unleashing a coil of swirling gales. This spontaneous vortex was enough to offset not only the orb but also the subsequent explosion, unraveling the eruption within the core of the whipping tornado. Though even with the counter succeeding the winds did not stop, they instead lessened in intensity but enveloped Fuu's form, creating a consistent updraft. This quick thinking defused Valiosa's riposte and remedied the Shinigami's descent - but another issue arose soon after.

A water-forged javelin.
Another twisted alteration of the events.

The medic's response maintained its quickness, she tossed her last readied sphere, maintaining its red light. A functional missile meant to make an exchange with the corrupted Bankai's construct. As the crimson enveloped object barreled on way, its mission, at least on the surface, would likely be fruitless. A spell unempowered by an incantation would most often bear minimal to no effect against an attack from a secondary release, especially with a spell of such simplistic intent. Yet even with this reality, the tumultuous union bore fruit for the Vulture. Just before the collision, the unseen hands of Hachikazuki robbed the javelin of its constitution, allowing for its structure to be ripped away by the scarlet ignition..

While Fuu was caught up in preserving her own life, her allies too were subject to their own tribulations. The centerpiece of Valiosa's games being that of Yūichirō himself. The man who stood directly against her, the man who reshaped the battlefield, the man who would try to bring order to the chaos ensuing among his own ranks. The Vulture would heed his call just as she finished up dealing with her own issues.

"Fuu Shiratori! Reporting in."

She relayed through the two-way communications with her focus remaining on the larger picture. She raised her right hand towards her ear, grasping at the gold-earring that dangled and promptly breaking it off from its anchor. Just as she did, her spiritual presence intensified further as her reserves expanded in an instant. As that flowing river began to overflow, Fuu moved about that free hand through the air as if allowing for it dance in the space around her. The rubble that laid scattered around the battlefield began to lift from wherever it rested and when sent adrift matched the Vulture's orchestrating hand.

Just as the winds swirled around Fuu, gifting her protection and mobility from any stray danger, so did the rubble of buildings and walls throughout the battlefield. The broken pieces of the Central district were given a new life, a new purpose, one composed by an opportunistic soul. The medic soon enough halted her waltzing arm, which resulted in the floating pieces of the barracks ceasing their own dance but remaining airborne. With her sights locked onto Valiosa, she spoke once more through the Tenteikūra.

"Just say the word, Yūichirō."

And when he would - the barracks themself would have their own reprisal against Valiosa.