Emblazoned.
She felt emblazoned as she cut through wave after wave of Hollow-kind that approached her or neared Namakizu’s limbs. Limbs that had already laid waste to the wave of creatures that she had trapped within as an attempt to cut down the enemy’s numbers and to defend the city of Karakura, the same fate befell the second wave of Hollow, Gillian and Adjucha alike.
In twists and tangles they grew to acclimate to their individual enemy, easily* decimating the smallest abomination to the greatest Gillian that emerged from their respective Garganta within Namakizu’s bunker who loomed overhead swallowed by the charging of their malicious Cero in preparation of the destruction of more humans as well as their home doomed to fail once Namakizu impaled them. This was how it went, like clockwork destroying the numbers that chose to manifest inside of her makeshift prison until suddenly Omoni noticed Namakizu’s shell break beneath the might of a captain’s assault and a finely timed Cero. This left Namakizu’s shell to withdraw in response to being bombarded by Kasu’s extraordinary lightning back into its original club-like form.
Easily, Hageshi could have handled everything easily but yet again others were interfering with her efforts.
Easily, because Omoni Hageshi was able to do something most soul reapers were incapable of doing. Periodically, she was able to
attain a level of power that did not normally reflect her own that was dependent on a very particular factor. Unseated or seated it didn’t matter to Omoni. She had never been concerned about the rank that she was initially placed in because at her core, the matron was an almost primitive type of simple. As such, Omoni had never attempted to present herself or her value to the captain of the tenth division or any captain for that matter. Nearly a permanent fixture in the land of the living, she had met her captain a total of three times since she had been stationed in the tenth and assigned to protect the city of Karakura. Furthermore, It had also been the same amount of time that she had returned to the Seireitei as well and this was made to be completely on purpose.
The grumpy oni charged with protecting the land of the living that never sleeps with a really bad temper, this was the moniker that she had earned among her “peers.” As if they could be called peers. In reality they were more like face-less voices that mumbled their rumors and gossip wondering who this woman was that refused to share a space with her brethren in the barracks. Mumbled, because no one had the stomach to complain about that to her face anymore confidently than a worm might have.
Truly, what Omoni cherished above all was spending her days in the human’s domain. She loved the sky, she adored their customs and strange clothing as well as the various products and devices they had their hands in building. They surprised her everyday like a constant source of entertainment for which she found was bringing her a sense of peace in a world of irritants. It just happened to be that Omoni had a stupidly short fuse and was quick to erupt upon whoever or whatever was in her immediate vicinity and so, purely to avoid unnecessary conflict, she had decided she wanted nothing to do with most of her fellow reapers. There was no real sense of camaraderie when it came to Hageshi as she discovered that she and everyone else was better off if she handled the enemies that plagued Karakura on her own.
She thrived in isolation.
During one of those few and far between meetings with her captain, it was seen fit that she remained in Karakura indefinitely. She was a one woman show, and it was decided that she live there amongst the humans and respond to whatever threat reared its ugly head accordingly and this was because her captain put his trust in her unorthodox method of deploying her Reiryoku.
In pertinent to labels, Omoni identified as a
‘Subconscious’ anomaly both the intensity as well as devastation and the very level of her spiritual power could be incumbent on what her subconscious perceived and how it perceived the world around her. Verily, In the case of an unmanned consciousness, most experienced being born with volatile pools of energy that reacted to a certain trigger rather than being able to rely on traditional approach of concentration. For them, there was virtually no control over the amount of power that they were able to produce and maintain which would prove difficult to coexist with for most without the iron will of Omoni Hageshi.
To be endowed by her own spiritual power was akin to breathing for her, especially when her rage built itself up because it guided her. It directed her towards her desires which had become skewed and altered once she became influenced by her consciously increasing anger and that proved to be enough to alarm her special brand of subconsciousness.
For omoni, it was anger. The more infuriated that the woman got, the more exceedingly violent both she and her spiritual power became to the point that in some cases if she got angry enough, the unseated officer would display levels more closely resembling that expected of a vice-captain and have even reached that seen of a captain’s in the most emergent of circumstances. Of course, the rate at which such an occurrence happened was rare and it would present itself in very unpredictable ways during the flow of battle that she, an unyielding warrior, was capable of finding amongst the chaos infesting her mind.
Omoni panted her rage and the blue flames of her irately unstable reiatsu licked around the corners of her lips as if she were some kind of dragon beginning to breathe fire. First, that pompous pompadour wearing fuck had been late to meet her in the living world. She’d counted on him being there and that meant something to her but she had managed the crisis without him like countless times before. After that, he proceeded to taunt her to the point that she had nearly thrown a car at him and then to add insult to injury he’d bossed her around and made off with the fight he knew she’d been waiting for, nay, destined for!
The adjucha charging full force at her did nothing to hinder the way that she all out launched herself toward its open jaws and awaiting talons.
““WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?! WHO DID I PISS OFF?! I MIGHT AS WELL HAVE WRITTEN MY OWN OBITUARY BEFORE STEPPING THROUGH THAT DAMN DOOR! — OH THANK GOD.”
Dashing past a hysterical shinigami that seemed to be losing all composure with every passing second and whom donned an eye patch, Hageshi’s eyes had locked with her opponent’s and although the spawn’s leer was intended to be intimidating, it was greatly overshadowed by the infuriated mania exuding from her instantaneously.
She was mad.
She was mad at that damned adjucha but it was not because of the death and destruction it had been summoned to cause…it had been because
it was in her way. A flicker of hesitation on her adversaries' part would have been understandable for the figure barreling toward it should have looked more like a monster than it did. There was more hunger in her eyes, void of fear as well as more frenzy and astronomically more ferocity radiating from Hageshi and in the throes of her animosity she had currently amassed the amount of power to prove it.
In an act of abrupt change, Just before closing the gap and clashing with the line of adjucha, Omoni leapt into the air and Namakizu’s malleable bludgeon coiled around her body completely. It sealed her up to a sharp point which then drilled into the earth and in an instant, she was gone. Her chaotic Reiryoku fluctuated giving away her position, and that would have been an important oversight had she intended to hide from her enemy.
Once underground, the spines on Namakizu acted as a way to propel her through the ground at a far faster pace than she was capable of physically so much so that she cleared both the armies and the line of approaching adjucha with ridiculous ease. As far as her ability to know where she was going went, her constant vigilance over the city of the Karakura had her fighting on the land under their feet as much as she was living on it. Undoubtedly, She sure knew how to get lost in the big city but when it came to her arsenal of excavation tactics, she knew the bowels of Karakura like the back of her hand. At the very least, she had developed a rather elaborate tunnel system that stretched the entirety of the city through which she could use to fight the occasional hollow or travel to different spaces in a quick amount of time.
Full speed ahead, Omoni beelined for her real target and left the rabble behind for the multitude of shinigami who were arriving to contend with. After all, in her target’s own words…she did
‘have bigger fish to fry.’ That was what he said, wasn’t it? Yes, her fellow shinigami Jinnosuke had stated earlier that they did have bigger fish to fry and so naturally this could only mean that her opponent she was burrowing furiously toward was Yamazaki himself. The same Yamazaki that was currently indulging himself in the fight that he had CLEARLY stolen out from under her, the same Yamazaki that was reportedly assigned to her squad and her oldest friend from her days in the academy. Yes, in one spectacular explosion, she broke out of the ground by his side and began to attack him both verbally and physically. Although she did not employ her shikai against him directly, Namakizu acted as more of a weapon of intimidation and damage rather than an actual weapon meant to hurt him. It hadn't been the first time that she had attacked Jinnosuke and so, she adhered to the way that she usually unleashed her anger albeit this time she seemed a tad bit more serious as if her reality had passed from a sensible one into a senseless and deluded one.
"YOU…”
At this point, Omoni’s pupils had disappeared as her eyes had become a glow with her signature cerulean reiatsu. A mindless shade over her forehead to her nose gave the oni a much darker and arguably frightening expression as the rubble and debris fell away from her like it were specks of dust instead of the boulder-sized mess that it was.
“YER’ DEAD! YA’ HEAR ME?! YA THUNDER STEALIN’ FREAK!!! YER’ DEAD!!!”
Omoni lifted her cudgel into the air, which had instantly swollen to the size comparable to a bus over her head simultaneously placing her free hand around its hilt. With a single heave, Namakizu connected with the earth between them and marked the beginning of a storm of impulsive devastation. The ground broke apart in haphazard sections, spurred on to collapse and then implode under the weight of Omoni’s skyrocketing spiritual power. The fires of her reiatsu burst through the cracks and sent the land into the sky. From this storm a tsunami of flames and gargantuan debris alongside rapturous spiritual power aimlessly crashed into the already shattered portion of Karakura but on the same hand, it’s overbearing waves and shear mammoth size would also pulverize not only Yamazaki but also, indirectly, the arrancar that had ignored her previously to do battle with Jinnosuke over herself.
Her duties were lost to her, the sanctity of being brothers and sisters in arms had ceased to exist for Omoni at this point and as she thrashed her Zanpakuto wildly. Its tentacles extended and flailed around as madly and relentlessly as she did by slashing and stabbing. Avoiding their strikes could have been child’s play for such a powerful arrancar but in tandem with Namakizu’s wrathful waves of decimation, the accuracy of evading them would have suffered tremendously due to the disorienting clouds of dust and manic destruction the storm of unchecked power had created.
Omoni’s spiritual power had spiked once she’d finally gotten her hands on Jinnosuke, to the point that if they hadn’t been staring at her, they could have sworn a Lieutenant-class level soul reaper was amongst them. The fury driven Hageshi wasn’t even paying attention to the invading Arrancar, she was out for blood and it wasn’t Hollow. In fact, this was so true that she turned to look at Ximena through the carnage of both of their making and gave her a scowl that could have stopped a charging Rhinoceros in its tracks.
Again, as she glared at Ximena, Hageshi’s Reiryoku spiked once more approaching such a dangerous level that besides herself, no one near the three of them could remain on the ground. Unlike Lieutenants or Captains, Omoni was not given a seal with which to contain her power and keep it from generating at dangerously colossal levels. In response to this, the displaced earth rose into the air around her, spinning enormous slabs robbed of their gravity of concrete and other hazardous material around her person as her spiritual power persisted on increasing, so imposing was Omoni’s presence when before she had been considered to be mediocre at best.
“Ya best go back ta’ where ya’ came from. Or I’ll make ya’ wish ya’ had.”
NOW the arrancar was getting in this monstrosity’s way. She was getting in her way to brutalize the source of her irate mayhem, Yamazaki. There didn’t seem to be an outright desire from the grumbling shinigami to pursue Ximena at all, as far as the enraged Omoni was concerned, the arrancar needed to make her exit and leave Omoni to her business unless she truly wanted to apart of it. The fight had been ruined for her, further adding to Omoni’s erratic unrest and until the Arrancar did something to prove to her that she was worth being considered a worthy opponent again, the angry soul reaper refused to acknowledge her as anything more than an annoyance, an obstacle that had better Get. Out. Of. Her. Way.
" I ain't gonna say it again."
