Northeast Seireitei

Takamura Raizen

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The storm didn’t come with thunder. It came with violence held in check.

As Michiya’s revolver cracked—six shots fired with cold precision—and the forming rings of Bakudō #79 encircled their target, something else fell.

Takamura
He landed on a nearby rooftop—elevated just enough to see it all unfold—already wreathed in his Shikai, twin blades alive with rippling arcs of silver lightning and spiraling currents of wind.

His Reiatsu didn’t roar. It hummed, low and pressurized, coiled like a blade held at the throat.

He didn’t posture.

He just moved.

One blade swung through empty air.

No contact. No impact. Just motion.

Then—
CRACK—!

The air around Gallieno fractured.

Three slashes of compressed air pressure laced with lightning erupted from unnatural angles—screaming in like the atmosphere itself had turned on him:

One split across his right flan, skipping past the ribs with a thunderclap. Another carved down into his back from behind, trailing arcs of pale silver, the third burst upward from below, hammering into his midsection with a spiraling shock of wind and electricity

They didn’t follow his blade.
They didn’t follow logic.

They followed the storm’s rhythm.

The moment Michiya struck, Takamura made sure there was no safe breath to follow.

Lightning still dancing across his blades, he shouted—his voice sharp and cutting across the chaos, aimed at the two a top the massive manga beast.

“Let’s kill this abomination!”

Then, to Gallieno—his tone still rising, final and thunder-laced:

“You wanted blood!”

Wind screamed behind him. Static cracked between his fingertips.

“Let’s see if you survive taking mine!”

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As devastation descended upon the Seireitei, many had fallen and more were injured. Few divisions had managed to stay out of the crossfire, amongst those was Eighth Division. They’d received orders from their third seat to see to the injured and deceased. Now was their time to move, and move they did, like a well oiled machine without needing those in charge to tell them when to move or where to go. They simply needed their orders and they would take action as they were needed.

Their neighbors of Ninth Division now descended into battle and like thieves in the night, Eighth Division slipped in and out unseen, retrieving those who had been injured or killed already both within the division and on the way to it.

The members of Eighth Division were fast and efficient, simply figures lurking at the edges of the battles upon the Seireitei. Some effortlessly scooped up the injured, toting them off to Fourth Division for care while the rest collected the dead. Half of those charged with the dead broke off from the others, heading toward Twelfth with the bodies of fallen arrancar. The remaining carried their fallen brothers and sisters to the waiting archivists in Eighth.

The members of Eighth were silent and reverent as they laid their fallen out, their zanpakuto’s resting across their chests. Most of the dead were young and inexperienced, but a few older shinigami peppered the fallen ranks. Eighth Division filled with the sound of hastily scrawled names on rolls of parchment.

Two figures, clad in all black, moved faster and more silently than the others. One had been dispatched to Thirteenth while the other had made their way to Tenth. Now they returned with the deceased. Instead of taking their bodies over to the others, they approached their mistress.

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Suzume Feng remained on her rooftop, a lone figure observing what she could of the devastation occurring to the west at their neighboring division, Thirteenth, and the encroaching danger descending upon Ninth Division. The silence of her division felt bitter sweet. She’d kept the young Yume from returning to her division and now she wasn’t entirely certain that was a wise decision as a vast number of Eighth Division members returned from that direction carrying the dead in their arms and on their backs. She swore softly under her breath, her voice whisked away on the wind. For the first time since Hideo left the walls of their division, she turned her back on war waging around her.

Her feet gently slapped the ground as she jumped down from the rooftop. She strolled along the dead, recalling most of their faces and names, even if they had yet to become anyone of renown. As she slowly walked the lines, two of her own slowly approached her. One was Inei, the man she’d entrusted precious secrets to earlier in the day and the other was Amaya, the woman who had been sent to ensure the supplies they’d sent to the Rukongai made it there safely. Both dropped to their knees before her. Both were carrying bodies. Inei held the body of a white haired shinigami on his back, while Amaya cradled the body of a blue haired boy in her arms.

”Mistress, what should we do about them?”

Amaya’s voice felt almost too cold and detached for the moment, but Suzume would expect nothing less from her. Suzume pulled a scroll of paper and quill from her sleeves.

”I will record their passings personally. Thank you Amaya and Inei.”

Inei gently laid the member of Tenth Division at Suzume’s feet before helping Amaya lower the body from Thirteenth down beside him. They both bowed and like shadows in the night, disappeared. Suzume knelt gently beside them, inspecting them. She knew neither of them personally but she knew their names. The white haired one was the former Lieutenant of Tenth Division, Kazuki Sazanami, while the blue haired one was the young Senko boy, Keniro, the younger brother of a captain and unseated member of Thirteenth. She slowly wrote their names out on the list of the deceased before gently placing their zanpakuto over their chests. She didn’t look forward to informing a captain that his little brother was killed in action, but then again she suspected Kagi Senko may not care very much, or would at least see it as an honor to die in battle.

As Suzume gazed down at their oddly serene faces, a realization dawned on her. Captain Kasu Shinka’s spiritual pressure had vanished around the same time as the young Senko’s and yet none of her men had brought the captain’s body back. A chill ran down her spine as the thought that the monster ravaging Thirteenth had consumed the captain finally set in. Were all of the Espada that brutal?

”Gods have mercy if they are.”

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The ruckus from his bankai's punch spreads about the seireitei as dust, debris, embers and magma scatter and splatter about wildly. Kishō's eyes narrow as he stands atop his bankai then widen as his teeth clench the moment the Arrancar appears atop the colossus's head alongside him and Yugure.
”Riding atop a striding beast is no way to do combat, face me yourselves, cowards.”


"You dare defile her with your filthy feet."


Kishō's words are spat out like venom, his anger palpable. Primed to strike it is as the arrancar's fist comes barreling down towards the top of the constructs head that an eruption takes place beneath the trespasser, the molten liquid in the shape of an open palm thrusting upward. The Date does not seem to have paid any heed to those who had joined, doesn't show any hint of noting the spells being deployed against the enemy, or the other interloper's attempt at utilizing his shikai. As if locked in tunnel vision, the entirety of his focus seems to be on the filthy hollow treading his filthy feet upon his bankai. The force of the eruption is such that any other person would be consumed entirely, their body not only calcified but torn apart as well from the sheer force. This opponent however, in a far bulkier form may very well end up as little more than a living cannon ball, whatever damage could be done in that instant unknown if much at all.

Regardless, the most important thing at the moment was to remove the stain and stench of the mongrel from off his bankai. As the skies darken from the release of yet another Bankai the area remains illuminated by the glow from Mōsho-seki Jichinsai's massive form, then even further as a pair of elongated dragons composed of lava erupt from the bankai to consume and coil around the enemy while Mōsho-seki Jichinsai's large steps bring them away from where they had stood, massive hands moving as if to swat towards where the Arrancar should have gone from the eruption. Still, Kishō says nothing to his partner, the only other person he has acknowledged and allowed atop his Bankai with him. Any action or inaction on her part as far as he was concerned could do nothing to delay the inevitable; the destruction of this insect born of Hueco Mundo.

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Adonai

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”What?”

Gallieno’s fist makes contact with the magma palm that erupts from the golem and a shockwave is created due to the collision of both attacks. However it was Gallieno who would be thrown up and away from the Bankai, landing on a rooftop some distance away. He slips on the landing, that pesky Shikai of the woman still holding sway over him. He looks at his fist and in its current condition it can barely be called a fist, let alone a hand. A palm is all that remains after that explosive contact with the magma, but this isn’t to say it didn’t go both ways. The head of that Bankai is cratered in, a somewhat better fate than what Gallieno had intended which was to completely obliterate the head of the Bankai. The muscular man takes a step forward, with care of the effects of Yugure’s Shikai at work, and at that moment two elongated Dragons begin winding towards him, with the damage from just punching a meager eruption in the shape of a palm the damage these dragons can deal must be even higher than that. This is sure to be a day of miracles for this Espada.

Six shots ring out and strike him, they aren’t enough to make him flinch but enough to make him turn his eyes, a new player has arrived and as a result his muscles begin to reconfigure themselves before they are halted mid configuration. His eyes widen with shock as he sees the first black hole open up followed by several others with the final manifesting at his chest. Kido, he was well acquainted with it, used to protect, immobilize or harm and this seems to be the immobilization sort.

"Bankai...Shidarizakura Hakuoki."

The fabled words ring out and hit his ear drums, his heart palpitates with joy. Then there is a crack in the air, like booming thunder that erupts the immobilized Gallieno. A horrid cut lashes up his right flank and across his ribs, blood gushes out and the Arrancar’s smile grows wider. The second cut went down his back releasing more blood into the air and that's when the laughing began. A third strike came from below and brought a halt to his maniacal laughter as it hit his midsection, bile and blood erupt from his mouth but the look of pure bliss and glee were on his face. The rapid flurry of attacks took place with the impending doom of the dual dragons lurching closer in the background up until they became the focal point of attention.

”I will not survive this…”

His final words before the dragons deal the final death blow. He is encapsulated in the dragons, the heat burning away his skin, muscle, organs, and bones leaving only… A heart. The heart glows and regardless of whatever noise is in their ear, regardless of their distance from the sight of his death they all hear a singular heart beat in their ear. The heart begins to glow and the coiling lava dragons swell and burst along with the Kido that was in that localized area. The bright light drifts down to the ground with maddening laughter emanating from it.

A Miracle

”So that is death… and this must be a Miracle…”

The light dims down and there stands Gallieno in pristine condition as if he had taken no damage, his muscles already reshaped to accommodate for the fact he is facing four opponents at once now. He looks to the tree and the magma beast, two Bankai and two Shikai are what is needed to produce miracles. With his previous body completely destroyed whatever lingered within it was now expelled meaning he was free from the sway of the woman’s Shikai but now comes the time to deal with an enemy force that is spread out and not easily reached by his method of fighting. He is out numbered by strong opponents, so long as they are stronger than him the miracles shall persist until they are all dead.

”Your blades cut well or was it your ability that tore through my flesh and sinew?”

Takamura heard the Espada’s words before the boom of static that resonates with every Arrancar when they use Sonido. Where he once stood was nothing more than a crater, his repositioned muscles have allowed him some additional feats of speed so that he may make moves against all the Shinigami who have just contributed to his death. His hands raise up and he claps them together. The sickening collision of flesh done right in front of Takamura creates a stinging shockwave that does not concuss or fling large objects but instead flays the skin from the muscle. A shockwave that ripples across the skin, lifting it from the fabric of muscle beneath only to be torn away moments after being lifted.

”Plants are to be destroyed at the root…”

Moments after that sickening clap he is below the tree created by Michiya’s Bankai punching the ground in such a way that it explodes, gouging out the ground with nothing but air, and annihilating the root system of the tree. He then turns and punches upward towards Michiya who would be thrown off balance amongst the branches in his now falling tree, which should also interrupt his incantation as well if he had not already abandoned it once Gallieno died the first time. A concussive explosion warps the air and moves towards Michiya as it gouges out a line in the tree along its path of travel.

”... And further destroyed for good measure.”

His mastery of Hand to Hand Combat combined with his muscle reconfigurement gives birth to deadly ranged capabilities utilizing nothing but the air around himself. He punches with such finesse, speed, and strength that the air in front of his fist is not only pushed forward but heavily compressed as well. It rapidly reaches its zenith and explodes outward, destroying all in its path with pure blunt force or when tweaked with his combat mastery he can propel it in a singular line towards a desired target, like poor Michiya in the branches of a falling tree. But just as quickly as these explosive reactions happen he is gone and relocated in the airspace above Kisho and his Bankai.

”You who landed the final blow, I give you my utmost appreciation.”

He is high above Kisho as the muscles in his right arm quickly reconfigure while he throws a downward punch towards him. This time everyone who could still bear witness would see the air itself buckle and fold down on itself before erupting downwards towards Kisho. This was not a targeted attack either, it was an all encompassing area of effect strike that encapsulated not only his massive bankai but the space of one hundred meters around it as well. The purpose of this strike? Pure devastation, to pulverize Kisho and his Bankai into the ground. Gallieno lands on a rooftop after his rapid succession of attacks, all done within the span of a few seconds total. His muscles ripple beneath the skin with anticipation, he wants them to live, and he wants to die so he can experience another miracle.


 

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Tomi could feel the world shift around her as Hideo’s subordinate carried her to Fourth Division, but she couldn’t will herself to awaken. Every time she grasped at any thread of consciousness, it dissolved against her numb fingers and the darkness behind her eyelids lit up in brilliant colors as pain surged through her whole being. The darkness was cold and lonely, but safe, something she’d grown accustomed to in life. As she felt the movements of the man carrying her slow down she knew this lonesome night would not be eternal.

When the underlings of the Shihoin finally arrived in Fourth Division it was already bustling with activity as the members of Fourth did their best to heal up those who had been injured in the invasion. The man holding Tomi’s zanpakuto gently rested the sword against the wall as he rushed off to flag down anyone to help them.

”Excuse me? We have a patient to admit. It’s the third seat of Thirteenth, Tomi Yume. She appears to have severe internal damage.”

The young man holding her limp form, tightened his grip on her as he waited impatiently for his fellow shinigami to return with someone, anyone.

Tsukuyomi’s warm chuckle suddenly made the darkness less empty. Tomi couldn’t discern what was being said around her, but Tsukuyomi could and he found it humorous. She had been reduced to nothing more than the third seat of Thirteenth, but to their credit, she’d only just been promoted that day. Still, she only felt like a third seat. Like she hadn’t earned her promotion. Maybe she hadn’t, but she hoped she made her captain proud as she offered up her own life to the Seireitei. She couldn’t help but wonder why though. Why was she so willing to forfeit her life for the same people who ruined it?

What would she do? Burn it all down around her and dance in the ashes? Play the system?

Something dark glimmered within Tsukuyomi’s eyes. A treasonous thought that she knew had needled at her for years. A thought she was certain her only true friend echoed, but where was he? What was her “brother” doing while she was growing cold as her blood saturated her uniform? She only knew so little of what he planned and it was driving her mad. Tsukuyomi’s mischievous gaze shifted, now filled with concern and uncertainty as a nearby voice sunk into Tomi’s pain-addled mind.

The shinigami who had carried her zanpakuto had returned to their side and was speaking softly to his companion about all the damage done so far to the seireitei. Two things sunk in, like daggers to Tomi’s soul. Most, if not all, of the Kido Corps had been killed, and Thirteenth was in ruins and its captain presumed dead. Tomi knew that Elk was still alive. He had too many plans to perish now. The realization that maybe if she hadn’t been away from Thirteenth that her captain might still be alive quickly sets in though.

Perhaps, darling, or you would be dead alongside her.

Tsukuyomi was right, staying could have resulted in her own death. Not like she currently faired much better. However, there was no word on her squadmates, so there was still hope they survived. Her lilac eyes slowly opened as she felt herself being passed off to ever busy medics in Fourth Division.

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His golden eyes looked down upon the Shinigami—Kisho Date, Yūgure Shihōin, 12th Division Lieutenant Senko, and an unknown member. He had been watching for quite some time. He had seen Arrancar die and regenerate; it seemed that this Arrancar was a miracle worker—one far too deadly to deal with.


“Don’t think I should put my hat in this ring.

Might end up as a hindrance.”

“Survive, cousin.”


His head turned toward the wrapped-up Soul King organ—an item far too dangerous to leave unguarded. The power it possessed was a threat in the wrong hands, as demonstrated by the Arrancar… but even more so by Shinigami. It might embolden another rebellion—one he would be all too happy to put down.

With another flicker, he appeared behind Suzume. His arm gripped the wrapped Soul King part tightly, his eyes falling on the dead bodies strewn before him. A soft sigh escaped as his free hand pressed against his forehead, slowly shaking side to side.


“Tomi Yume, Lieutenant Gekka, and I have managed to defeat an Espada—but judging by the chaos in both the southern and northwestern portions of the Seireitei, they moved their forces in.”

“Thankfully, that didn’t happen here. Not yet.”

“Are the artifacts secure?”

“How many of our fellow Shinigami have fallen?”

“Also—this needs to be kept safe and hidden from prying eyes.”


His fingers lightly tapped against his kosode. To Suzume, it might have seemed strange that he only wore his shitagi and had the kosode wrapped around something unknown. Then again, when it came to Hideo, she’d likely seen stranger.

His eyes scanned the barracks courtyard, now filling with bodies—some marked by black ink. His jaw shifted back and forth. A low grating sound followed. His chest rose, then slowly fell as he continued to watch them pile in.


“Anyways… I want you and several of your most trusted to protect this with your lives.”

“Even after the invasion is over, we cannot let anyone know what we have here.”

“After this war ends, someone will come for it. It's only a matter of who we let know.”


His arms extended outward as he handed her the wrapped organ, his expression grim. His eyes glanced back toward the gathering of corpses in the courtyard. The metal on his gauntlets scraped as his knuckles turned white, loosening only as he exhaled.

He flickered away, returning a moment later now fully dressed in a fresh kosode. His eyes shifted toward a strange light in the distance, one moving toward Central—and its target: the cocoon.


“I’m heading to Central. I want to investigate what’s going on with that.”



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The Phenomenal versus The Miraculous

Throughout the Soul Society, the calculated invasion of the Espada raged on with the intense cataclysmic battles still waging on. The truth of the matter is, unfortunately, the shinigami have suffered greater amounts of losses compared to their adversaries, along with the amount of energy and stamina spent required for those who managed to defeat them. Michiya knew if this carried on any further, the losses they suffered would be detrimental as long as things carried on unchecked. His arrival at the 9th division wasn’t just a decision to aid another squad, but part of his grand scheme he formulated mere seconds after the talk with Taro wrapped up, and now the time to enact had encroached. He observed all the battlefields that took place, seeing how the ebb and flow went for them, but the one which he kept a more inventive focus on was that of the 2nd division. This reasoning had very little to do with the division, but more so with the Captain of the division, Kagi Senko. No matter where his fight took place, he had formulated a plan that required a key piece to execute, and after thoroughly researching one Bankai, because of their shared genetics, Michiya discovered that the two of their Zanpakuto shared a strong connection. But before any of this could happen, he needed to create an opening for all of this to fall in place, which rested on whether they were successful enough to force their enemies' hand on different fronts. The more information and readings provided sped this process up expeditiously, which still left him with the threat at hand. Upon their arrival, they struck with fluid cohesion already matching the tempo of the 9th division members who originally initiated the attack on this Arrancar, who spoke of miracles quite openly, but the mystery of what he meant remained a mystery.

With impeccable timing, they were able to witness the Arrancar getting struck by the magma golem. At this moment in time, before Gallieno had any time to retaliate from the attack, the bakudo had already set in, seizing any mobility from him as the black hole appeared on his chest, followed up by the decisive strike from Takamura, and finally, the lava dragons that chased their prey in pursuit latched onto their prey. It was true that the four of them executed their assault without hesitation and had good unison of timing between each attack from Michiya’s calculations left a small chance of error in between considering each action they made was as effective as they hoped, even then the percentage of success roughly was about 8% adding in unknown factors and possible interference. Although, despite all of this, something instinctual in him told him something wasn’t right here and didn’t drop his guard or Kido at all, but once the heart was shown being the last remnant before he could unleash the kido, that ominous heart beat happened, and in an instant his body reformed around the heart brand new. What they witnessed far exceeded the Arrancar’s high-speed regeneration and was going to be proven troublesome. From close examination of their enemy, he could discern that the Arrancar possessed some unique ability to restructure his muscular figure to draw out more power, but whether this was something granted by the Soul King's heart or his natural powers remained an unknown factor. However, in the time of the supposed defeat of their enemy, Michiya wasn’t standing idly by but in the process of enacting his plan, which could change the tides of war into their favor, with the roots of his massive tree quickly burrowing their way through the ground toward the 1st division barracks. His main focus was to move the roots into the sewer system, then have them extend their way through the 1st division, drawing its way closer to the 2nd division barracks until finally they reached one of the many roots from Kagi’s massive tree created by his Bankai. By the time Gallieno made his strike against Takamura after the heart beat caused his Kido to be disrupted and immediately followed up by the large-scale destruction to uproot the tree, Michiya remained completely calm with a deadly focus. With the tree getting shredded up by the shockwave that rippled through it and flung around, the second he got knocked off balance, if Gallieno was paying close enough attention would have caught sight of something very peculiar. From the branches above, two different outstretched hands reached out for Michiya, and what met them was not that of Michiya’s but two pale white hands grasping them that protruded from his back, and together they quickly flung him backwards while stabilizing his center of gravity. In this same instance, Michiya refocused all the channeled energy for his hado to be redistributed into double incantation. From his palms, he unleashed a much more powerful variation of Sho with Tenran, creating a potent tornado like a bullet of compressed air to clash with the shockwave to cancel one another out or at least cut its destructive force in half. While at the same time using that same pressure to guide his momentum out of the path of the shockwave as tree roots sprouted forth from the remnants of the building, as he landed on it with a bit of sliding movement.

The Machinations of a Mad Man

By this time, the aftermath of Espada, Gallieno, and the others had concluded. Michiya didn’t have the luxury to focus on how well the others handled their side of the attack, knowing they were all capable combatants, and as long as their spiritual power could still be detected, they were alive enough to continue. The hands of Josho, outstretched from Michiya’s back now held two unique-looking sentient blades in them as they were handed to him before slinking his hands back into Michiya’s body. The Espada was going to soon learn what it meant to truly face shinigami and their Zanpakuto on an entirely different level because the rare sentient-type Zanpakuto he possessed was only further enhanced through modifications. While most shinigami fought with their Zanpakuto in unison, when it came to Michiya, he didn’t just utilize the power of the Zanpakuto spirit, but their wisdom, experience, and senses, which allowed him to accelerate his thought process and analytical skills at double the efficiency. Through his experimentations exploiting the sentient nature of his Zanpakuto, he further drew out his Bankai properties by creating a symbiotic connection once he entered its final stage. Through this dual mind, it allowed for Michiya to focus on certain aspects of the Bankai’s ability while his Zanpakuto’s spirit focused on another, and that is exactly what he did the moment he activated, seizing control of the energy of the land as they focused on the roots expansion toward the 2nd division barracks. Despite Gallieno’s intentions to destroy the tree from the roots was wise but not enough to stop what was to come, as the 9th division barracks, untouched by the intense heat and lava of Kisho’s Bankai, soon began to overgrow with vegetation.

The tree roots managed to reach outside the depths of the 9th division barracks, soon shattered through the earth with a whole new tree rapidly growing in its place. Once the new demonic tree gave birth, the roots connected to Kagi’s Bankai tree started to take effect. With the strategic location of his tree growth mirroring that of his father's massive tree under assault allowed for Michiya to enact his master plan. Now the two trees connected the roots intertwined closely together and began to divide the reimyaku of the 1st division barracks between their two trees in an attempt to lower the amount of energy the cocoon is absorbing to delay what he could only presume as the complete release of her Ressurecion. The main importance of this maneuver was two front plans, with Michiya monitoring every battle ongoing, and the time discussed with Taro was now about to be executed. The second part of this was to assist his father against the foe he faced, so once the reimyaku got circulated through Kagi’s tree, he immediately had his Zanpakuto spirit focused on the revitalization of the two trees. The 2nd division Captain, who found his Bankai under assault taking heavy amounts of damage quickly began to heal itself contesting the damage it was sustaining, and empowering its abilities as the leaves it produced grew at a rapid rate, replenishing just as they fell off to attack Cazador. All the effort of the shinigami was about to pay off with them pushing the Espada enough to reveal their full power, and the few amidst battle wearing the wristlinks allowed for accurate recording of the Soul King’s unique readings they emitted, and with the 12th division full at work translating the information for all of this to pay off. He got the alert and discovered exactly what they were looking for, and with that, the time of the counterattack now in sight, he took out his blacksmith hammer and struck the root he stood on.

The hammer sent a certain frequency that vibrated throughout the roots and turned both Kagi’s and Michiya’s trees into large tuning forks that resonated out the frequency sent through them, and broadcasted throughout Soul Society. Once the disruptive frequency was released, its effect would be felt immediately by the Espadas with their connection to the Soul King’s parts they had implanted into themselves, becoming severed and weakening the power boost the parts granted them, also. In this sudden moment of disharmony the 12th division didn’t falter carrying out the other main process of this plan as the Garganta within the Seireitei began to forcefully closed against the Arrancar’s will causing any in mid entry to have limbs or their entire body bisected cutting off any remaining forces from invading, and ultimately trapping the Espada within the Seireitei leaving them as Negacion as the only means to escape. The Espada Kuvello, who gazed at the fights from what he believed to be the safety of the Garganta, now had to make a split decision choice be cut off from the invasion entirely or enter into the battlefield, all the while losing the abilities granted to him by the Soul King’s arm temporarily. A member from Michiya’s science branch immediately followed up with Bakudo #77, sending out broadcasts for only the shinigami to hear, not wanting to let the enemies know what was going on, as they understood this one moment was vital and every second of confusion counted.

“The Espada have been cut off from their access to the Soul King parts, but this is only temporary, and the enemy lost use of Garganta as long 12th division stands, so please make this count for all we have lost!”

The poor scientist collapsed, a nervous wreck, trembling, still getting over the shock she had managed to transmit. Right before she remembered the transmission was still active, a deep sigh continued to be broadcast, followed by abrupt sounds of embarrassment and panic as the realization hit. Now, with the connection suddenly ended, Michiya watched his opponent very intently, hiding any signs that could tell what was going on. Unfortunately, he did happen to overhear the shared information of Estrossa to the others about the two unchallenged currently in the 1st division, having the eyes of the Soul King. He cursed to himself if he was just a little faster on carrying out his plan, whoever dropped that large-scale kido could have done heavy damage to them, although it was clear whoever did it had alternative plans. Either way, whoever the culprit was, Michiya didn’t have the luxury to figure out who was responsible, nor worry about whatever Antonio did to teleport the kido away to take care of others.

“Dokou Kata: Aragami Kagenui (Form of the Earth Lord: Wild God Shadow Stitch)”

Miracle or not, this was the opportune moment for them to try to take down someone who possessed this troublesome ability of the Soul King’s heart, although even then, it was going to be no easy feat. While others bolstered speed, strength, or power, Michiya’s strongest aspect was his mind and uncanny mental fortitude to multitask with no diminish in focus in any of the tasks at hand. He tightened his grip on the monstrous-looking jagged sword he held in his hand, giving him access to the destructive nature of his Bankai, namely the power to control the roots that had already begun to snake their way underneath the destroyed ground before multiple roots burst forth from the building Gallieno stood upon, attempting to ensnare him. Each of the roots springing forth at him had small mouths all over them, similar to the eye-sealing patch with the sole purpose to drain of both his spiritual energy and body fluids as the ends of the roots would impale into his body if they were successful absorbing all the nutrients from him into he was just a withered up husk remaining. Although, Michiya knew he had been cut off from the power of the Soul King’s heart, he was never one to take chances so attacked mercilessly with the same intent if he somehow still had the power given to him by the heart and curious how well this Espada fair if he had his strength sapped from him so struck decisively with Bankai variation of his Shikai technique. Even if he tried to escape their grasp, the branches would continue to hone in on his spiritual energy signature until they caught their prey or attempted to lead him into the trap of another.​
 

Takamura Raizen

New member
Your blades cut well…
The Espada’s voice echoed through the crumbling air, taunting, almost curious. “Or was it your ability that tore through my flesh and sinew?


Takamura didn’t answer right away. He heard it—those words like bait cast into a storm that did not forgive trespass. But he let them sit, let them echo. They weren’t questions. They were preludes.


His eyes tracked every shift in Gallieno’s flesh—every muscle reconfigured, every bone repositioned—as the Arrancar disappeared in a staccato blur of Sonído. He was fast now. Faster. And his aim was clear.


Then came the clap.


The sky didn’t crack, but flesh did. A shockwave, not felt but peeled, tore outward from Gallieno’s monstrous hands—aimed directly for him.


But Takamura was already moving.


He didn’t flinch. He didn’t block.


He twisted.


One blade swept horizontally with brutal grace—cutting not the air, but the pressure within it. The wave of skin-flaying force veered violently off-course, ripped aside by a calculated flick of the sword. The redirected shockwave howled past his side, colliding with a distant rooftop and tearing through it in a burst of shrieking debris.


Takamura landed with a single, controlled step, lightning arcing across his arms as he righted himself—shoulders square, chin low, gaze sharpened to a single truth. His eyes flicked to his shoulder he hadn't come out unharmed the flesh on his left arm still managed be ripped from the muscle starting from outer portion of his bicep to his deltoid


Then Gallieno vanished again, this time appearing high above Kisho. Another strike—this one to engulf a hundred meters in total annihilation.


Takamura surged forward with Shunpo—faster than thought, too quick to trace.


He reappeared not in front of Kisho, but between the Espada’s descending force and the path of devastation. His blade didn’t rise—it tore.


The air bent around him, pressure collapsing inward for a moment—then exploding outward in a defensive cascade of manipulated wind. The incoming strike was turned, distorted, twisted out of its killing arc and shunted sideways, smashing into the earth just outside the primary blast radius. Kisho was spared the direct blow—but the ground still heaved beneath them both from the force.


Takamura landed in a low crouch, his Reiatsu now rising—visible. The air warped subtly as it flared around him. No longer a hum. Not a growl. A silhouette of a monstrous wolf’s maw burst forth from the surge of spirit pressure—jaws wide as if devouring Takamura whole—before shattering into silver arcs and wind-slashed mist. It wasn’t intimidation. It was inevitability.


Raizen stood slowly, smile twisted, teeth grit with the electricity of battle. His blood was singing.


So that’s it?” he called up to the rooftop Gallieno had just landed on. His voice was sharp now. Confident. A fighter’s voice—one who had found his rhythm and welcomed the pressure. “All that strength—and the best you can do is squeeze the air?” He mocked as the blood from his own wounds dripped from his closed grip on the hilt of his sword.


Lightning cracked down his arm. His twin blades pulsed with energy barely held in check.


Then you’ve already lost,” he said, eyes narrowing as the edges of his grin curled upward, “because I am your match… and your end. One way or another.


But before he struck, his senses caught it—Michiya’s roots exploding upward beneath the Espada. They surged with jagged hunger, the mouths along them snapping as they sought Gallieno’s flesh. Takamura didn’t hesitate.


He used it.


As the Espada moved to avoid them, as the distraction took hold, Takamura brought both blades together, crossing them at the center of his body.


The wind collapsed.


Not outside. Not around.


Inward.


The entire rooftop seemed to tighten with pressure—sound drawn inward, light distorting.


Then—


Roaring Storm.


The air exploded from the center of his crossed blades in an expanding burst of white-blue force—pure destruction, directionless and consuming. It did not fly—it detonated. The moment before it reached Gallieno, it was already too late to react. Too fast. Too close. Too overwhelming.


And too much.


He did not follow the strike. He stood at its origin—chest rising, blades trembling with aftershock, eyes locked forward. The smile had vanished, but his words still echoed.


No miracle will save you from this.”​
 

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Suzume’s pale blue gaze drifted over the bodies laid out before her, her quill moving slowly across the scroll in her hand, recording names. Her eyes landed on a body with shaggy teal hair. Something about this body felt wrong. She turned to a nearby shinigami, pointing her quill at the body.

”Who is this supposed to be?”

The man snapped to attention at the sound of his fourth seat’s voice.

”We were told that is a member of the Kido Corps by the name of Elk, ma’am.”

Her eyebrow arched gently as she leans down, inspecting the body closely. She had no reason not to believe this is Elk other than a weird gut feeling. All the same, she noted his name, adding his surname to the list as well. The last Hoshi, albeit through marriage, gone from the the Seireitei. She slowly stood up as she sensed him before he even arrived. She was about to quip about him surviving but her words died in her throat as her eyes snapped to the object wrapped in his kosode and held tight in his arms.

She peeled her eyes away from the object, taking in Hideo’s current state, to assess if he is genuinely okay. At the mention of the young Yume, she tilted her head to the side, noticing the blood on his shitagi. It’s not enough blood to be his own, but even still she rested her hand over it to see if he flinched away from her touch.

”Whose blood is this? Where is Tomi Yume?”

She had expected the young woman to return with Hideo so her absence only solidified her suspicions that this blood belonged to her. However, her body had not been brought here so she still lived, for now. Her eyes lingered on the blood.

”The artifacts are secure and we’ve lost a little over 50.”

Suzume’s arms engulfed the wrapped organ as Hideo hands it over. As he returns in his fresh uniform, her eyes followed his gaze toward Central. Before he could leave she spoke softly.

”If you see Yume again, it might be pertinent to warn her that her division and captain are gone.”

She turned her back on Hideo as Inei and Amaya appeared behind her as they head to the vaults where they are storing the artifacts. Her fingers dug gently into the organ, feeling the power stored within what she was carrying. The weight of carrying a piece of the soul king pressed on her own soul like an ill omen that would only bring their demise. Even still, she placed it in the deepest parts of the vaults with reverence, her eyes lingering for just a moment longer.

”Inei, stay here within the vault. Amaya gather the rest of our people.”

As Amaya bowed and vanished, Suzume sealed the vault, standing guard herself as she draws her sword. No one will pass her, should she have any say in the matter.

Suzume!

She smirked softly to herself.

”I hope no one comes for it, but if they do, I’m sure you’re excited to stretch your legs, Fox.”

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