Central Seireitei

[admins]

A single question posed, asked by two, directed at one. To the address, the recipient Commander Shihaimono remained silent, the once snow-stormed chamber fading into the soundlessness yet still freezing all the same. As the massive beast known as Daigo loomed in the near distance, still the Commander remained turned away from Fuyuko, the white of his haori, and the black insignia of the First Division, all her vantage point would allow her to see. His face and spiritual expression were hidden from her; it was Daigo’s sharpened grin and unrelenting, primal glare that would give the Head Vice-Captain any chance at inferring the state of her Commander’s disposition.

“You are here,” Commander Shihaimono finally spoke in his characteristic apathy. “Because you deserve to be; for your crimes–”

At this declaration, the snow-storm, which had once suddenly ceased, returned with even greater ferocity as it consumed the large chamber; unlike before, the snow curled around both the Commander and Head Vice-Captain as it sought to drown them in an unfathomably painful cold that whispered Death’s wishes. It was Commander Shihaimono’s exertion of his own spiritual pressure that fought the biting cold as best it could, forming a small bubble around both him and Fuyuko.

“You dare come here and lie!?” the beast interjected, his growl of a statement amplified around them, one uncomfortably made whilst still grinning. “I knew from the moment I found you out in the Rukongai that you were a coward who’d run from his mistakes! No little dove,” he changed the person of his address at the end of his statement. “This Captain of yours who you follow, is the one who should be here chained up like the scared mut that he is. It was you,” his focus returned to Shihaimono. “Who murdered that Tsunayashiro pup, left him to bleed out and die. And for what? Over something as fickle as love? And instead of being a Soul worth a damn and standing by your stupidity, you came running to me. For my help. To save you from the milk you’d spilled. When that little brat of a Shihoin came for you, I was the one who took responsibility for your mistake; I was willing to go to war with all of the Soul Society for you and Kenta.” Daigo’s eyes pulsated with raw, unbridled blue power. “And in the end, you were too afraid to stand by my side!”

To that, Shihaimono replied resolutely. “Your crime and ultimately your downfall has been your impatience, Daigo-sama. Of that, you’ve taught me well.”

Daigo’s attention switched to Fuyuko, his devilish grin everpresent. The storm of cold and snow ceased again. “You should kill him now, little dove, or he’ll be the end of you.” He began to cackle, a laughter more akin to a beast’s guttural growl. “I can’t trust anything this mut says, so tell me, what of Kenta?”​

 

[Amaya Munetoshi]

Fuyuko watched the white of her Captain's haori in thought, waiting for some acknowledgment or words to be directed toward her question. However, that did not come forth; instead, her Captain addressed Daigo.

She closed her eyes, taking in and focusing her senses on his words. She watched the world around them turn white from the flair of the Captain in front of them once again at Hitoshi's words. She could feel her Captain's spiritual pressure wrap around him and herself within its protective bubble. She listened to Daigo's words as he spilled what Hitoshi was unwilling to tell her before listening to the comments directed at her.

She opened her emerald eyes, thinking about what happened 10 months ago and the threat she had made into a promise to a deed she would stain with her hands, possibly someday. She was about to respond till she heard of Daigo, no longer wishing to listen to what Hitoshi was saying to him, now directing his attention to her about Kenta.

She looked over Hitoshi's shoulder at the giant of a man in front of them, thinking through her words as she decided the best course of action, starting with a sigh.

"What happened in the past is just that, the past. You have every right to bear the biggest grudges and hatred towards the one in front of you. However, we are not here to bare fangs and reopen wounds. As for my Captain, His own crimes and bloodshed will come to light. He already knows where I stand and what I will do."

She spoke in earnest as she moved forward and around her Captain. Sure, he said to stay behind the invisible line, but someone from the outside needed to handle things, or they would be here all day.she decided to move around her captain, staying within the protect of his pressure as she gazed up at the man.

"A lot has changed within the 102 years you have been sent here. Central 46 has pardoned you of the crimes you were charged with and approved a reunion with your zanpackuto. My Captain here is no longer Captain of the Ninth. He is now Captain Commander. Captain Kenta had once held the title of Kenpachi. He was slain in battle 10 months ago. The Gotei was sent into a civil war, and still, to this day, we have lost so many good Shinigami and captains. So many families have been torn and nearly destroyed, my own included."

She spoke in earnest. She was getting a bit tired of being called a little dove, but there was no way in hell she was going to fight a captain over a damn pet name. She hoped she wasn't that petty.

This was a situation she thought she would never have to find out or deal with herself. To her, it should have been a simple transition of pardoning a criminal back into the Shinigami rankings. However, she has found much more to the situation than she was told. Maybe Hitoshi had brought her to help him stand firm in this situation. Perhaps she was there to prevent more bloodshed.

"I can tell you more of what happened if you wish. However, let's get what we came here to do done and welcome you back into Shinigami society. I am willing to pay your weight in Saki if that gives enough incentive to put a pin in the bad blood between you both."

Fuyuko often learned at a young age that talking over drinks or even offering such things can help distract and calm down one's situation enough to move towards neutral ground to move this situation along. This was not something she had in her schedule for the day, nor was she ever expected to be watching these two, and finding out even more was hidden from her, even if this was not something she needed to know. She was going to make Hitoshi and Daigo spill on this situation at another time because the boy was the curiosity, wanting to get the better of her along with her unnatural photographic memory. She can forgive, but never could she get herself to forget anything.

Her emerald eyes watched Daigo before looking over her should to her own captain. This situation was out of his hands and now into hers. She could only prevent bloodshed on either side and get what they came to do done.

"It will be alright, Captain. I can handle this."

She spoke softly towards him before turning her attention back to Daigo.

" So what do you say. Will you accept what this little dove is willing to offer for your cooperation?"​

 

[admins]

Carelessness was a dangerous trait that placed the careless in precarious, and often deadly situations. To be issued a command by her Commander, the Shinigami with the greatest authority within all of the Gotei 13, was a matter of critical import; to ignore such a direct order was a show of blatant insubordination, whether out of comfort, negligence, or ignorance it mattered not, for the consequence would be all the same. Fuyuko Munetoshi, a woman who held the title and rank with as great respect and importance of a Captain of any of the Thirteen Imperial Court Guard Squads, had made a terrible decision unbefitting of her stature. If she mistook Commander Shihaimono’s cautiousness as a means solely to protect her, then she would need to accept the title of fool. The imaginary line had been drawn for the protection of both guests, established by the Commander and trespassed by the Head Vice-Captain. In her hastiness, did she not stop to think that in any moment of peril that may befall her if she were to ignore his warning, what might her Captain do? Did she believe him willing to let her die at the hands of this cold beast before them? Questions of which she should have already known the answers to.

The exchange that followed Fuyuko’s trespass into the beast’s den happened with such speed that a blinking eye would miss it entirely. The moment she stepped beyond that line, her words were cut short as she felt a powerful tug pull her backwards; a blurred frenzy took place that would elude her eyes save for the shocking consequence of her outmaneuvered Captain. The sound of an unsheathing blade; a deafening roar; then a shimmering light, a surge of her Captain’s Reiatsu, and finally one colder and more powerful dominating over it. All those proposed words, lost to a different timeline. As the force pulled her back, and she stepped into the safe-zone, did the scene finally become clear to her.

Before Fuyuko stood the beast known as Daigo, sharp-toothed grin large as ever, and within his enormous grasp resided Commander Shihaimono, held up by his throat. A shimmering light outlined both the Captain-Commander and Daigo’s powerful arm that held him high up in the snowy air. Fuyuko would know the Captain-Commander’s Shikai as it glimmered and shone bright within the winter cold storm. Had he released his Shikai in time to protect himself from Daigo? Why was he not fighting to free himself, then? No words came from the Commander, instead wrapped in dead silence.

Deep, guttural laughter escaped Daigo as his glowing blue eyes looked down upon the Head Vice-Captain. “And what will you do, birdie?” was all he said, replying in jest at the last thing Fuyuko’d been able to get out before it all went to shit. No longer under the protection of the Captain-Commander's Reiatsu, Daigo’s monstrous spiritual pressure circled around Fuyuko, entrapping her; an attempt to force her way through would lend futile, and foolish for the the cold storm of white and blue snow was beyond her capabilities to circumvent. The situation had been turned on its head, a once carefully crafted interaction to have been supervised by the Commander now left to danger’s device. Every moment counted, and every decision critical beyond comprehension.​

 

[Amaya Munetoshi]

What was going through Fuyuko? Disobeying orders was never an option. Following, Listening, Obeying, was something every Munetoshi had beaten within every inch of their reality, such disobeying was a big offense to the blood pumping in overdrive through her veins. Thoughts were once formulating to words and an ignorance of complacency. What was going through her mind to allow any fiber of her being to have moved beyond the imaginary line. Death was a welcoming option for such punishment of disobeying.

Such a punishment never came, however a whole different one Fuyuko would never have allowed in any reality came to view. She felt a force pull her back, sending her back into the safe zone, away from the monster in front of her, but at the cost of something no subordinate would ever wish to befall by their own hand. It was her actions that put the world in front of her in slow motion. Her captain was in danger, forcing his hand for her safety, risking his own life within this bad blood situation to a monster. Her eyes couldn’t keep track of their movements, she heard a blade unsheathe, meaning that was her captain’s own, she heard a roar from the man

“HITOSHI!” She screamed as loud as her voice would let her.

feeling her eyes widened letting the situation dawn on her. Immediately her body wanted to rush forward however that was not possible with the massive snow storm of reiatsu circling her, preventing her movement forward, it stood between herself and them. Her mind raced into various situations and scenarios. Shikai? No, it wouldn’t work, She wasn’t strong enough to handle any captain in her current state, even one without his zanpakuto. This was evident from the situation her captain was in by her hand. Kido? Possible but unlikely, This resistance was hard enough to try seeing through or sensing either one with accuracy. Any attack she launches could result in her captain’s harm. Negotiations? Not possible in her mind, She had nothing to give but her own life. Her blade, her body, her mind, her spirit were all for the Seireitei to the badge and the position she was given. She at one point earned the position without a doubt but now was it one she should have? No Shinigami would ever allow their captain to be in such a situation. She really allowed herself to grow soft and blinded to her position and what weight it held.

She heard his words strike through her like a knife. He was taunting her, She watched his cold eyes and the monstrous might behind each word through her wide eyes. He wanted to see her crumble, to plea. To break

What will you do Birdie.

Fuyuko calmed herself down feeling like she was going to suffocate. “Shikai is out of the option…attacking will result in his harm…kido could work if he wasn’t in harm's way.” She whispered resting a finger within the lining of her mask as she closed her eyes. She wished this was easy. She never needed to face a hollow or Arrancar or anything outside the Gotei. Security and control was all she knew, following orders to a T. Die for the Gotei, the Seireitei. Hold the line for one’s stronger to take point. She got too comfortable being protected. She lost her sharp edge and hold. “I don’t…” She whispered in response, looking down towards her zanpakuto hilt, resting her hand on it. Shibori was no help, there was no advice the spirit could give cause how could it. She was its wielder and stained it in the blood of her enemies and allies. She felt her fingers twitch in annoyance of her indecision. She remembered this feeling ten months ago. Hours into the morning only to find the death of one of her squad, of a gate guardian. She was weak then and helpless just as she was now.

It's just like that morning…I failed her, just like I failed him. She spoke to her inner thoughts. She could still feel the blood of her former squad member on her hands. The Woman didn’t deserve that death. A lance zanpakuto, one blow to the heart. Her device, ringing once, locked. She remembers that small room with Kiniko and Nanami, all receiving hell butterflies from their captains then the announced order of the commander. All those innocent Shinigami, the battles of captain on captain, friend and foe, a growth of a once myth becoming reality. Vizards.
"All their blood is on my hands."

she whispered, feeling the memories, which hitoshi defeated the commander then that other Shinigami with ease. She remembered their words, she remembered the pressure of Kenta and Oto.

She closed her eyes, stayed in her heart and resolved. He couldn’t leave due to the chains that confirmed him in that room, She couldn’t take him on with this storm of frozen death swirling around herself. There was no way she knew how to tame this monster or do as he requested of freeing him into Shinigami society. Her only option was her captain. Only he could set right the wrongs she did. She couldn’t piece together why he wasn’t fighting back, why he released his Shikai but did nothing.

“Smile…”


She whispered to start off her plan pointing two fingers towards the two. Captains. She focused on the light of her captain’s Shikai. It showed through the storm within it showed where the arm was connected, It showed her exactly where her target was..
"Carriage of thunder, bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six ! Bakudō # 63: Rikujōkōrō.”
She allowed the incantment to escape her lips as a yellow spark formed at her fingertips only to be released in its full might as six rods of light sliced into his mid -section.

Without missing a beat she used her free hand to pull her zanpakuto from its sheath tossing it into the air above her. Her eyes and focus never once left those monstrous eyes. She knew her target, she knew where he was, she could tell from where she felt her captain. She allowed the spells to release and form in quick succession.

Eight black holes emitting spiritual energy formed around Daigo Shimojima. A ninth black hold manifested in near perfect synchronization of the first. Containment was the name of the game and no one lived by that game better than Fuyuko. Both were to at least get control of her mess up.

She caught her zanpakuto bending her knees slightly while speaking the final part.

“Bakudō #79. Kuyō Shibari!”

Just as quickly she entered Shikai with her final word

“ ...Shibori!”

She could feel an annoyed silence from her zanpakuto spirit granting her its help. She knew it wasn’t happy with her, she wasn’t going to be surprised if her captain wasn’t going to be happy. She needed to be prepared. She needed to be fast any little second the storm let up and she knew where she was heading. She had her plans set and plenty in her reserves, The ribbons and blade of her Shikai flowed after her glowing in preparation.

Thankyou Shibori…

She dashed forward towards the Storm of reiatsu between herself and them. It was all or nothing. She was prepared and set for what may come. She steadied her blade and resolve. Daigo was the predator, she wasn't about to be his prey without a fight.​

 

[admins]

Within those ferocious, cold eyes Fuyuko would find an intelligence that would seem uncharacteristic to the beast of a vessel within which it existed; the words with which she would use to describe the sensation she experienced then, as a victim to Daigo’s uncompromising glare could only be: Calculating. Dangerous. Dire.

The Head Vice-Captain found herself in a predicament of great consequence, and also immense urgency. Every passing moment a precursor to extinction; every breath wasted to the devouring cold; every brooding thought lighting the path to a dead-end. Time was not on Fuyuko Munetoshi’s side, and yet, as admirable and righteous as her cause was, each word spoken and each thought manifested worked to ferry both her and her Captain to an eternity in Hell.
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“Shikai is out of the option…attacking will result in his harm…kido could work if he wasn’t in harm's way.”​

Crack.

The sound of crushing bones?

The storm of snow raged on as the Head Vice-Captain hesitated; as she looked down at her Zanpakuto; as her fingers twitched.
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"All their blood is on my hands."​

Crack.

Bones cracked, louder, but unlikely for the Head Vice-Captain to hear, yet her eyes closed the same. If only she would look upon her Captain and the creature who held him at its mercy with greater focus, with a clearer mind in the hopes of understanding the situation at hand. Within all of that introspection, was Fuyuko trying with all she had to understand why, oh why, was her Captain not fighting back? Why wasn’t he calling out that fabled word, and releasing the true power of his Zanpakuto upon this great beast? Her answer would tragically come to be realized soon enough.
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“Smile…”​

CRACK.
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"Carriage of thunder,”​

CRACK.
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“bridge of a spinning wheel.”​

CRACK.​

“With light, divide this into six !”​

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Bakudō # 63: Rikujōkōrō.”​

CRACK!

A spark of yellow, a fading of shimmering light, the Commander’s presence muted behind the storm; which came first mattered not, for the six rods of Shinigami magic were born from sacrifice; a mighty life for a fully-incanted spell. Long chains fell to strike the snow-covered floor, its rattle lost to the howling cold. All of which the Head-Vice Captain could not see nor hear, for the snow-storm around her roared with unforeseen ferocity.

Had her Rikujōkōrō hit its mark? Those monstrous cold eyes that she swore she looked into, were they truly there, seen through the ravenous storm? Or were they simply a trick of the mind, her eyes playing games?
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“Bakudō #79. Kuyō Shibari!” ​

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“ ...Shibori!”​

With all her strength and courage, Fuyuko Munetoshi launched herself recklessly into the winter storm with Zanpakuto drawn and released; believing to have found an opening, she pushed right through the cold onslaught by sheer determination and will…finding the beast’s Reiatsu to be surprisingly forgiving, the snow and ice no colder than when she was protected from it; had the Head Vice-Captain truly done the unthinkable? Had she, in all of her failures, found redemption? The moment she arrived to where she’d seen Daigo and her Captain, she was met with immovable resistance, all of it focused on her blade; tug as she might, with all her strength, her Zanpakuto would not budge. Then suddenly, the snowstorm receded, vacuumed into a single point at the middle of her Zanpakuto’s blade, revealing the situation at hand.

Where she once saw Daigo, she found her Captain’s limp body. Captain-Commander Shihaimono, leader of all Shinigami, was such no more; his neck was crushed, strangulated to his last breath.

Next to her, a towering beast with sharpened teeth grinning in delight; the six yellow beams of Rikujōkōrō that pinned his torso were yellow no more, faded to a lifeless blue-gray, long disintegrating as its particles fell to the snow-covered floor. So too the same fate befell the nine black holes of her Kuyō Shibari, their strength waning into the cold of nothingness at the hands of the beast’s unrestricted Reiatsu. But most critical for the head Vice-Captain was the fact that around Daigo rested the Sekkiseki collar no more, the chains that once shackled him, alongside the many seals, left winding on the cold floor. In one giant hand the white-haired creature held a small item that once shone a vibrant spiritual power, now faded into a crushed gray powder. And in his other titanic grip rested Fuyuko’s Zanpakuto, the area in which he held it turning into a frozen blue-gray as it crackled with pain. All of the winter storm which had once raged about this room, had been focused into the beast’s long-nailed grasp that gripped her blade, and Fuyuko’s Zanpakuto was to pay the ultimate price. With a show of unbridled strength, Daigo tightened his grip.

CRACK!

The Head Vice-Captain’s Shikai shattered at the middle, a thousand shards falling into the snow below, leaving a once shining Shikai, halved and broken. The power of a Captain-class Shikai had fallen victim to the focused might of a being far beyond its capabilities.

“Consider my oath fulfilled.” Daigo said, but to whom, and what did it mean? Not long after, the frame of what was once Daigo faded as it began its transformation into snow.

Then, the deafening roar of a creature let loose shook the very foundation of the 6th Level of the Great Central Underground Prison, as its source made its way up to the surface.​

 

[Amaya Munetoshi]

What was the Vice-captain ever thinking to have thought? She had a sliver chance in hell to take on such a might, even a sealed one. Her consequences showed themselves clearly through the veil of ignorance she had once kept her eyes blindfolded in.

Through her words, her mind was focused while her senses were high. She could feel every crack ringing into her ears, every lost breath with every crack. She was lost in a single mindset, to correct a wrong she knew would never be whole again.

She expected pain, cutting, and cracking, bleeding, a scream. Something to be ending her story; that was how these things go, right? However, that end never came, at least not to her story. She found a sight and force completely different. The Monster's Reiatsu wasn't harming her; it felt just as cold as it had been when she was protected by her captain's own. Then she noted an immovable force keeping her zanpackuto from moving forward. She felt a towering figure to her side as from her blade, she saw the monstrous teeth of the man taking both her kido as if they were tissue paper. Her emerald eyes moved back forward, widening at the sight of her captain's body limp in the snow, void of life.

Then, a realization came forth of the monstrous hand holding her blade. As much as her instinct said to let go, her hand refused as she heard the final cracking and a roar of Shibori as the once shining Shikai shattered under his might.

The world felt like it slowed to a stop as all sounds but a single phrase seemed to come to her ears as the mountain of a man moved past her without a single thought of ending her along with her Shikai and captain.
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“Consider my oath fulfilled.”​

"Huh?"

She breathed in shock stumbling forwards some, no longer feeling a resistance. She took two steps stopping herself from tumbling further into the room remaining behind the once imaginary line. Her emerald eyes watched her captain's body before slowly looking towards her broken Shikai " I lost....Them both..."She whispered to herself looking between the two sights.

Was she suppose to feel sadness? Anger? Happiness? Sure all would have worked but she felt nothing of which she knew. Logic said sadness, but nothing came out. "What is wrong." she whispered to herself tightening her hands into a fist.

"Now is not....the time..."She whispered "Later...."She whispered "you can break...later" She told herself softly her emerald green eyes felt misty at the sight of her captain

"I am sorry hitoshi, may you have mercy on me when my story ends, may the cycles continue to guide your light into a better life from this one."

She whispered tightening her fist, feeling her knuckles burn along with a sharp pain in her palm.

centuries of living within the lineage she called her childhood helped her learn to separate and preserve such feelings and memories for safe keeping. Mending and breaking only to rebuild and learn to manipulating her mind and feeling, to compartmentalize into a box, never to be seen and acknowledged again within the archives of her mind.

She lifted her left hand up seeing her blood stained fingertip and palm. She closed her eyes, calming her mind and heart. She had a task at hand. She felt the hilt of her zanpackuto fall to the ground with a clink within the snow covered floor.
moving through the monitions of the seal on the ground before allowing the kido to activated

" Bakudō #77. Tenteikūra (天挺空羅, Heavenly Rickshaws in Silken Air)."

She kept calm and centered before allowing her words to ring out through her message to the surface. She had to get help, She couldn't face Daigo alone, she had to ensure her mistake was corrected one way or another. She didn't care the end result upon herself and would accept whatever fate held in store once her actions were known.

This Is Head Lieutenant Munetoshi!

Captain-Commander Shihaimono has been killed.

Requesting all available Captain level Shinigami for assistance on the capture of Daigo Shimojima to the Great Central Underground Prison Immediately.

All Squad 1 Members are to set forth all precautions, Let none but those of Captain inside the barriers, let nothing out at all costs.


She ended the kido with a sigh. relaxing against the door frame of the once sealed chamber, which was now home to both her zanpackuto and her captain. She had a feeling Daigo was not going to come after her again cause if the monster wanted to end her, he had many chances to do so. She just needed to get out and ensure he remains in the prison. He was powerful without his zanpackuto, she wasn't about to see how he was with it.

She looked back towards her captain's body and broken zanpackuto.

" Sorry you two... I have to go, I hope someone heard me.."

She whispered pushing herself off the wall as she disappeared racing off towards the same direction of the monstrous roar. She couldn't sit by, she had to see the end through.​

 

[admins]

A tempest of ice and snow unleashed its fury upon the First Division, unsettling the very foundation of the division as the beast's spiritual pressure wreaked havoc upon the Great Central Underground Prison. The initial, unassuming rumble escalated with alarming speed, transforming into a quake that reverberated far beyond the prison's confines, capturing the attention of all within its reach. As the formidable source ascended towards the surface, the air grew colder, and from the unseen depths of nowhere, a cascade of snowflakes began to fall, arresting the entirety of the first division in awestruck stillness.

"It's... snowing?!" echoed the incredulous exclamation, spoken by many and pondered by all.

Within the central bastion of the First Division, where the Captain-Commander and his highest-ranking officers orchestrated their commands, the bite of winter manifested more profoundly. At the headquarters' entrance, one officer, stationed in a position of authority, gazed upward, perplexed by the bewildering scene unfolding before him. Almost simultaneously, the beast materialized in the distance, and the Head Vice-Captain's urgent message resonated within his mind. Shock enveloped him, intensifying as the distant beast rapidly closed the gap. His throat constricted, whether from anticipation or something else entirely, became certain as both the pain and his perilous predicament finally registered.

Suspended high in the air, ensnared by the clawed and colossal hands of the sharp-toothed creature, the officer found himself subjected to a deep, guttural inquiry. "Where is Gokkankiba?"

Only silence met the creature's demand.

"I know you're afraid. I can smell your fear," the beast continued, delivering its words with a calm, cold, almost serene demeanor. "If you tell me, I won't hurt you. That, you have my word."

Moments teetered on palpability as the First Divisioner, desperately grasping for air, stammered in response. "The… ahhh… what?!"

"The Zanpakuto of those imprisoned, where are they kept?!" This time, the creature demanded with ferocious intensity.

Gasping for air, the First Divisioner managed to utter, "Ahhh... the... ahhhhh... Second Divi—"

The beast, having gleaned all it needed, vanished as swiftly as it appeared. The officer, released from its grasp, found himself sprawled on the snow-filled ground, finally able to draw a breath once more. Moment’s later, upon the Second Division did a tremendous snow storm come crashing down; the Division’s very foundation came under assault, buildings, structures, and everything in between crushed under the might of a white-haired stranger. The spiritual pressure of the newly released prisoner roared indiscriminately across the entirety of the Seireitei, and beyond the great military’s walls, for all to feel the cold embrace of winter; the storm expanded beyond the Second Division, snow beginning to fall in the surrounding quarters. Those who lived beyond three centuries would surely recognize in bewilderment that Daigo Shimojima was a prisoner no more. Members of the Second Division were assaulted, one by one and many by many, those who complied left reeling for air and those who refused, slain without remorse: the single question posed to them all.

Where, oh where, was Gokkankiba?​

 

[Kuu]

Centipede #2 arriving from N.W. S.R.D.I. HQ to Central, 2nd Division HQ!
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'Winter?' the snow and cold catch the centipede off guard, making it pause mid-step, caution washing through its thoughts. An order from Shibuya to be careful.

Out of all the scenarios playing out, this is the one they know the least about, the most dangerous to walk into blindly. Two knows it will likely die here, and it's scared. It doesn't want to die, but it also knows any information that it can get will be vital to helping Shibuya help everyone.

It continues on its way, following the trail of bodies left in the source's wake.

Two crawls up a wall in an attempt to blend in as it feels the spiritual pressure of the perpetrator getting heavier, closer. It's movements slow as it catches a glimpse of the man, bulky and huge and scary and a monster and 'I want to leave, I want to go home, I want to live, I don't want to be here,'
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[Amaya Munetoshi]

Fuyuko stopped at the exit to the 6th level of the prison. She could felt the temper of the air change. Daigo was out of the prison. She looked forward in silent thought before heading back the way she came. So much for holding him within the prison till help could arrive. Then again what did the woman think was going to happen.

It did not take long before returning to the room where her captain and zanpackuto laid as she watched both of them in silence, listening to the tapping of her sandals on the floor turn to a crunch as she first picked up the pieces of her zanpackuto. It was mad, at least she knew she would be if she was a spirit like Shibori. Once ensuring she had all the pieces of her zanpackuto secured she moved towards her captain's body.

"Come on, lets get out of here.." She whispered lifting him up. Who thought it was her to ever need to carrying a consequence of her mistake. She moved to the entrance of the cell before dissappearing as she raced through the various levels of the prison.

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Once at the entrance she saw the barriers finally being formed as she sighed landing outside them looking around. There was evidence of the snow storm of Daigo along with the quiet talks of the squad as they moved around seeing her surface with their captain in her arms. She closed her eyes taking in a deep breath, expanding her own senses to the world around her. There were no captains near by, none seemed within her range of detection. She could feel the raging battle of a few away.

Her train of thought came to reality as a unseated officer ran over to her.

"Head lieutenant! We didn't get the barriers up in time... The commander? Is h-." Said a shocked subordinate.

Fuyuko watched them as she looked around without a single word for a few seconds "Which way..."She asked sternly.

"Which wa-" Asked the subordinate getting cut off.

"Where is that snow storm head." She confirmed again in the same sterm tone.

"T-T-The second...He is looking for the zanpackutos." Called out the once posted guard moving to them rubbing his neck

" He is looking for his zanpackuto. "She spoke under her breath looking in the direction of the second. More will die, they all won't give in like some of the others, Kagi, Be careful, your squad needs you more then that battle. She thought to herself looking at the subordinates around her that gathered in worry of the captain's body in her arms.

Letting out a sigh, looking at the officers around her before listening to the next messages from the captain of the fifth. It was even more dire then she thought. There was a battle of bankai raging out of control. She felt Kagi's own disappear slowly. So he had to be alright. She knew the fifth squad captain was fine and Ohei was going to be alright. They were some of the Gotei's best.

"All available Shinigami, Half of you, head to the northwest and northeast quadrants. Help the Evacuation. Help the Injuired. Make yourselves useful to ensuring any and all lives can be saved. The rest available, Head to the Second, do not engage. Help any and all injuired of the second. If Captain Senko is there, you listen to his call to a T. Now go. "She declared as her order spread through the first division officers.

"Right." Called out the officers heading out as she herself was going to have to sit this battle out. Her zanpackuto wasn't useful. She wasn't useful either. She headed inside to the central command within the division. She needed to by her time and wait for Shibori.​

 

[KagiSenkō]

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Since leaving the Northwest district of the Seireitei, Kagi has made it his objective to reach his destination as quickly as possible. The Captain had been bouncing from one problem to the next; it was unlike Kagi to leave one job unfinished, which that job was either detaining the raging beast Densagi or killing him. Deep down, Kagi wanted Otokogi to handle the problem the way he should....alone. However, the outcome he wanted was for him to succeed.

Numerous events have unfolded, too many to keep up with, but each problem would have to be dealt with at some point while prioritizing between what is essential and what is not. First, Densagi, the Shiba warrior who has been hell bound on revenge, and that issue alone was all started by three captains, but there was one who added fuel to the fire, and that was the Captain of the 2nd Division. A man, an assassin whose only training since he was a boy was to kill his target quickly and silently, and yet he did neither to Densagi. Kagi's thoughts truly bothered him for not staying, but in the same sense, he understood that the Kenpachi's words to leave wasn't a command or an order but rather a request on his behalf to deal with the issue himself. Whether he lived or died, he wanted to handle it personally. Kagi could respect that rather than taking it away from him to eradicate the target.

His movements slowed as he traversed the rooftops until he suddenly stopped; the Captain had been just a few buildings away from his destination. Why has he stopped all of a sudden? His eyes trail behind him while his torso twists halfway, and he turns back from the path he traveled from.​

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"OTOKAGIIIIII!!!!!!"​

All he heard was his voice screaming Kenpachi's name with so much hatred and conviction behind the shouting tyrant. And what of this massive sphere? Was the Old man about to kick the bucket? There was enormous energy being built up, and Kagi could sense the flow of its power being pulled into one last strike. Was this the moment? Will the Kenpachi survive?

With each passing second, the giant cited the incarnation of a kido spell that Kagi had been familiar with and with all the energy he siphoned and his gigantic size. All that rage would destroy the man responsible and everything within the vicinity, if not the entire Seireitei. Not a moment later, Kagi's brown eyes followed the trailing giant carrying all of the burden and anger within the palm of his hand. And suddenly......


"BOOOOOOOM!"

A loud rumble echoes from the point of contact. It reaches even to the far corners of the Seireitei, but not only had there been a break of sonic waves expanded in all directions, but a vast blinding light of crimson and white where Kagi's hand would have raised high enough to block it from his view much as possible. Once it had calmed down, Kagi would have pulled out his communication device. The sudden feeling of Kenpachi's spiritual presence vanished. He could no longer feel his existence any longer. And now, what becomes of Densagi? He sought out what he came to do and succeeded. But now, his end does not justify the means. Densagi's methods led him to achieve his goal, which must also be moral and just. In other words, even if this was the outcome he so desired, it is not acceptable to use unethical or harmful means to achieve it. And by harmful, he killed a Captain and possibly other bystanders. And that alone is something Kagi hoped that it was all worth it.

"Yes. Captain, what is your request?"


"I need any available officers to contain the area of the NorthWest District immediately. Arrest Densagi Shiba on sight. Avoid fighting at all costs."

Kagi paused for a moment.

"Is that all, sir?"

"Prepare a Squad funeral for one, Captain Kenpachi Aoji of the 3rd Division."

He did not make any further requests and hung up the phone; he did care to wait to hear their reactions to the last request. As long it is carried out. In the meantime, his entire torso twisted back towards the front while he entered one previous push into shunpo. A moment later, he appears in the barracks of Division 2. From left to right, there was nothing but the bodies of all of the members and destruction. Holes in the walls and doors ripped off their frames. Seeing this did not cause him to show any emotion, but taking in the visage of his barracks destroyed and men and women slaughtered. Kagi held his composure while he couldn't sense the perpetrator at this time; either he was here hiding, or he already got what he came for, but there was only one way to find out.

The Captain had to step over corpse after corpse to enter one of the buildings along his path, which was nothing but pure destruction—and saw more crimson fluid painting the colorless snow beneath his soles. Each step sunk slightly into the snow while the scene of corpses reminded him of the time he returned home from a mission, only to see nothing but the bodies of his family laid waste on the floor covered in blood. His eyes widened just a bit, but with anger behind them, the thoughts and memories returned. Reliving that memory caused his body to react in a way where Kagi was showing emotion. He was no longer an emotionless being in this time frame but an angry soul. He traveled further into the building and through several corridors until he approached the main door for property storage. It was halfway open, and upon entering it, everything looked untouched; every zanpakuto placed in their place was still there except one.

"Gokkankiba"

Kagi utters the name of the zanpakuto of the being who wields it. First, the Commander is deemed dead, and the Kenpachi is dead, and now the person responsible for creating death in their path would soon meet the same fate as the rest....

"Daigo Shimojima."

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