Northwest Seireitei

[Kasu Shinka]

Building strength took time, it started with increasing the morality of her members. Rewarding their hard work, recognizing their faults but also their progression. At this moment she continues to do so, even as the young Senko enters. The guards of the door followed in order to stop him, but they were waved away by Captain Shinka. Eyes of stone, an emotionless expression, she stood as a true soldier would. The young man kneels and seemingly regret washes over him. This unfortunate sight is coupled by his words, hoping to appeal to his Captain.

“ Excuse me… Captain… I take full responsibility for my actions…”

Who else is more responsible than you, she thought. Who else could have made your choices, do as you have done. No one is in charge of your own devices other than yourself. Despite your lineage, and despite your position. All of what he has done is his own. No other person will pay for it. He continues…

“ It was my own ignorance that ultimately caused issues for the rest of the division... I admit that my failure to participate in the last mission was a grave mistake, but I humbly beg your forgiveness and allow me the chance for redemption. I am no longer afraid, and I give you my word that I will lay down my life in service to protect those who cannot protect themselves. I've allowed my foolishness to distract me from my duties for far too long. If it isn't too late and if you would allow me to retain my position, I'll do the best I can to prove myself? You won't regret it ya know.”

Forgiveness? In times of war, when a soldier is needed, when lives have been lost, Keniro had the audacity to ask her for forgiveness? Still but a child at heart, he did not understand the full amount of his actions. He may feel the weight of his decision, but that amounted to nothing in comparison to the families and soldiers that lost their lives. Kasu’s expression was unwavering. She did not seize with anger, or compassion as the young Senko had hoped. He is still met with the same expression that he had first approached.

If it is not apparent yet, it is apparent now. Her decision was made, and the orders had already been given. His fate as a member of Squad 13 is sealed, but within the depths of her feelings that have long been suppressed in her tenure as a Shinigami, she believes that this will hopefully be his chance to redeem himself in another’s eye. Only time will tell of his progression or his own demise.

Surely… that time has come.

Before Captain Shinka could respond to him, the air from behind her rippled and shifted. This unsettling feeling drove the hairs on her neck to rise. Not out of fear, but out of familiarity, it emanated the same as the rifts that once captured her. It was instinct, an occurrence of PTSD that had kickstarted her senses and reaction into super drive. Before Keniro could move himself, and before the ring of water could even form let alone connect Kasu’s form was no more. She appeared from the act of Shunpo near both Ren and Lieutenant Kuchiki

Kasu’s feet dragging across the pavement to a halt, her haori flailing behind her. Her hand moved immediately to draw her sword. An unsuspecting danger loomed, and what she perceived was not at all what she thought. A menacing presence, a garganta had manifested within the confines of the meeting hall. How? A question that couldn’t be answered nor be focused on. Her Zanpakuto changed immediately, her Shinka coming forth in the form of a brush. As it waved across the air outward, a line of paint followed in its wake and began to expand outward

“ Damn it! Move now!”

Realizing her body had moved involuntarily. Her voice rang out immediately to Keniro and others that were near his location. Keniro of course moved of his own will, flash stepping towards the training area. Of his own accord, the young Senko would begin to release his own Zanpakuto. Captain Shinka’s own well in the works. She could feel the rushing accumulation of spiritual power within the maw of the Espada. This sensation is akin to that of a Cero. Utilizing her Shikai , she created a wall that stood between her and her subordinates. A massive see-through structure that stood above the entirety of the 13th division and spread wide enough to conceal a massive group. The wall would prevent Keniro from engaging the foe and should he had forced his way he’d find that the entirety of the barrier was reinforced by her own spiritual power and kido.

“ Bakudo number 8, Seki!”

A blue light illuminates and expands across the entirety of the barrier, its brightening glow evident to the amount of power that is present from Kasu Shinka. Keniro would be repelled back with the same force he used to move forward should he continue his assault from his position, preventing him from rushing in and possibly dying as a result of his own injuries and this new found determination to prove himself. The Cero if continued, would find its impact against the barrier and the repulsion kido spell. While the beam would be redirected, the explosion remained close, sending shockwaves and tremors through the entirety of the barracks.

Through the smoke, left by the explosion in its wake the same barrier shatters like glass, and at the movement of her brush, each shattered piece transforms into a sharpened blade. Millions of them move at break-neck speeds towards the meeting hall. A red glow engulfed each one, and as they made contact with the immediate vicinity of the enemy and hopefully the enemy itself, miniature explosions would occur, leaving the meeting hall scorched and burned away by a devastating inferno. However, would this end?

“ Stand fast,” She commands!
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[Inkmasterru]

As Oyuki moved forth to defend the seireitei with his subordinates, he feel something warm at the side of his neck. Reaching over to touch, he will find his hand stained with red, stained with blood.

A decent nick at his neck that he failed to notice. From where it came from, he would not know. He could assume, but couldn't be sure of it’s origins. Yet back in the office of Shizukana, she will find a single bo shuriken embedded in the wall where Oyuki once stood. The blood on it still fresh, creating a small spatter, the only thing tying it as the culprit to what inflicted the wound on Oyuki.

The glint in the hand disguised by the chain link bracelet on his wrist. The loud thud hidden by someone leaning into the beam roughly. The hand that pulled it forth from his sash, all unnoticed as the high speed projectile marked its target. Whether they figure out who it was or not, only time will tell.

Yet it was a message, short and sweet.

Do not look down upon me and... repentance for interfering in matters not your own."

A gift that will scar, a reminder to not step on the wolf's tail, for it will no longer hold back. Even against it's own.​

 

[dem0nzlust]

Clash of the Sleeping Giants

The lambs lined up for slaughter one by one as the Espada infiltrated the unexpected shinigami who thought they were safe. In the blink of an eye, they felt the weight of their world crashing down. As always, the slumbering giant came late to the party, partially delayed by her curiosity about the drama happening with Kuvello and Valiosa. Still, she knew that some lovely beds awaited her within the Soul Society. As the members of the 5th division acted with urgency to provide aid to others thrown into the fray of dire situations by the Espada, they soon found themselves thrown into an unknown peril as right above their division, a Garganta opened up, followed by a flooding sense of dread, and immediately afterward an sandstorm came rushing from out. Within seconds, they found themselves encompassed in a torrent of sand, followed by the overwhelming spiritual pressure as Ximena officially entered into the fun of the invasion. A split-second bleeding static discharge boomed throughout the area before coming to a standstill. As the sandstorm moved with strange sentience, it seemed to settle, burrowing into the ground, although now they saw multiple members of their division lying out in gruesome display with gaping holes in their chests. Others died where they stood, as their bodies remained standing, gushing blood where their heads once existed. The sounds of multiple thuds of objects hitting the ground were heard where Ximena stood as the heads and hearts she amassed fell to the ground.

"It is a bit chilly here, don't you think?"

She licked the blood off her fingers while embedding her energy into it before making a powerful enough swipe of her hand, sending hardened blood droplets bala out like deadly shrapnel, puncturing multiple holes through victims. The pained screams only brought a wide smile to her face, with her immense reiatsu flaring about; however, unlike the others, Ximena had no plans of destroying the barracks because she was playing for keeps and laid claim to all of their beds. Picking up one of the heads at her feet, she started throwing it up and down like a baseball before, in one gesture, she launched it at a group of them with lethal precision and force upon contact, multiple shinigami heads splattered. Now that the warmup was over, pinpointing all the strong spiritual presences in the area, she took in a deep breath, then let out a calming exhale as she unleashed a merciless barrage of 100 bala blanketing the area at each of them, capable of carving through their flesh and bones like they were made of stone and anything else caught in their paths suffer the same fate getting pulverized to nothingness. The more alert of the individuals, although they noticed something, as the bala she released took the shape of flying ants, the size of her fist. If they thought simply dodging or evading was going to be their saving grace, they soon learn otherwise. As each swarm would pursue their prey until, like the others became nothing more than stains decorating Ximena's newfound sleep quarters.

Meanwhile, right underneath the shinigami's noses and feet, the sand seeped into the dead bodies, and the collected body parts sank into the ground like quicksand. The true nightmare had just started.​

 

[Lovely Lady]

From the shadows and from the buildings and impossible places they came in hordes. At first, they frightened unsuspecting people but one after the other they appeared before a stranger. It was a random individual that was chosen by the fluffy stuffy on the ground or leaping into the air and this person would be subjected to a light smack from one of the toy’s limbs. The strength behind this contact was akin to a child’s slap and in it’s wake would remain a whimsical trace.

A sticker, various stickers, some clung to the skin of those who did nothing to stop them from being applied and to some they were given stickers to apply themselves which they began to pass about but those people would quickly discover that they’d also be one of many silly and almost infantile designs that would not come off no matter how hard one tried to remove it. In the event that someone did make a panicked attempt, luckily for them, the Mod Souls all recited the same mantra they had been trained to. Even before such dire circumstances they trudged on to do their duty.

“ATTENTION: PLEASE ALLOW THESE STICKERS TO BE PLACED ON YOU! PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THEM OFF! BY ORDER OF THE FIFTH DIVISION! PLEASE STAY CALM AND DO YOUR BEST! BEAT THE ENEMY! KNOCK ‘EM DEAD!”

To Shinigami of all rank and of all divisions present, and to every citizen alike, these plushies appeared to and dispensed the stickers in an instant and were gone in the next once they’d made their announcements. There was also no abundance of these stickers as there was only one prepared for each person likely in an effort to make it next to impossible for an enemy to aquire.

Confusion, confliction and skepticism were all common things to experience and whether or not those given the choice to apply one or not would be left to be determined by themselves.

What would they do?​

 

[Nobody]

"Always stay on guard for any-"

Ren had reacted, but was a step to short, allowing the spell to still clip her. While it was't as bad as if the spell had fully landed its mark, a slight injury had the ability to have greater affects in the heat of battle; it was the little things. However, as he was prepared to critique her once more, like Ren he too noticed something. While Ren may have been stumped and caught off guard, Gyōja was aware of what this was. 'They're here.' He cursed to himself, glancing towards Ren as she stumbled towards him. He had hoped they had more time, to prepare, to train.

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“EXPLOSION—! IT HAD TO HAVE COME FROM THE TEN-"​

Once again thrust into a chaotic situation, Ren attempts to harden herself enough to relay something, anything. The panic in her voice, the look on her face, her every action betrays her fear.
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“Everyone, we are under attack by Espada-level threats that have invaded Soul Society, and from what I can discern, they are targeting divisions. Return to your divisions with urgency and try to bring back as many samples as possible…I repeat, the war has begun!”​

A distant voice speaks to them, ringing in their ears, announcing what, by now many of them already knew.

Eyes widened, he turns his body in such a way that it shields Ren as he adopts a combative stance, glancing around the grounds of their very own Division. There was a ruckus coming from the Tenth Division, the message just now stated that they seemed to be targeting Divisions which meant that there must have been other enemies at other Divisions. It stood to reason that there would be an enemy knocking at their door soon...if they weren't already he-

Captain Shinka arrived skidding on the ground before them, Keniro whom they had passed earlier, now too stood in the training grounds with them.

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"Ren! Everything is going to be ok... so let's fight together"​

The boy offers false hope, if the enemy was able to reach into the Seireitei beyond the Shakonmaku (遮魂膜, Soul-Warding Membrane; Viz "Soul Shield Membrane"), AND were Espada level threats as well, then nothing was guaranteed. Still a boy, he is unable to see beyond the perspective of a brave child, his reiatsu rising higher and higher until finally it peaks, the child unleashing Bankai. Gyōja stares with a mix of emotions; shame from having failed to adequately subjugate his own Zanpakutō by now to achieve bankai himself, and anger that Keniro actually possessed a Bankai...and had still left them to fight alone so many times. Power unused was power wasted.

Now was hardly the time for such thoughts, like the Captain, he too sensed the hollow reiatsu that was quickly swelling.
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“ Bakudo number 8, Seki!”​

"Bakudō #73. Tōzanshō!"

A wall sprung up, dividing them from the space ahead towards the meeting hall, the area where the enemy was clearly at. Concurrently with the wall's creation, as the Captain cast a Bakudo spell against the wall, so too does the Kuchiki cast one of his own. Captain Shinka's spell would serve to reinforce her creation, stopping Keniro from acting foolhardy and potentially rebounding the attack. Gyōja's spell, that was generally used as a defensive barrier was instead erected around the Meeting Hall. The inverted pyramid meant to serve as both a prison for the enemy, and a means of defending against their attack or delaying it if even just a little.

Unbeknownst to him, this would also serve to seal the fate of the Shinigami that had rushed into the meeting hall in hopes of informing the Captain of what was happening. While none present were aware that the Cero formed was nothing like the standard Cero, but one unique to the Espada, with their layered defense it meant that the Cero would need to first break through the level 70 barrier, then strike the wall that was coated in a spell meant to reflect back anything that struck it while also having to break through the wall itself. Though Seki was a relatively weak spell on its own, Captain Shinka was a capable of spell caster in her own rite.

The Kuchiki grabs Ren and retreats backwards from both the Captain and Keniro, as purple energy formed on the edge of his blade. This was not done to leave the two to fend for themselves, but to further protect Ren who had the least amount of combat experience, still having only recently graduated from the Academy months ago.

"Ren, release your blade, keep your back to me. I'll keep an eye ahead you ensure no one creeps on us from behind."

With some distance between them, he is now able to protect Ren while also still making use of her, giving her a goal to focus on; clear concise instructions. This would allow him to step in to assist, ensuring Ren would follow accordingly with her back stayed to him, or respond to an attack that they could not see but Ren could.

"MEMBERS OF THE THIRTEENTH! SURROUND THE BARRACKS! WIELD YOUR BLADES! STOP THE ENEMY!"

The Lieutenant shouts at the top of his lungs for those who can hear. This too is to limit collateral damage somewhat by giving their lesser members something to do, a task to focus on while they keep the focus of the enemy on them at the training grounds. ironically, the Captain has released her sword, Keniro though in Bankai has in a sense also released his blade while Ren was just instructed to release her own. Yet, Gyōja's own blade remains sealed; at the ready but sealed all the same. The purple energy along its edge growing brighter, fiercer as he steels himself.

This, was war.

As he did, unexpectedly these strange....things, came rushing from beyond their Division walls, and they didn't come empty handed. The Kuchiki stares almost quizzically but is certain that these things were not the enemy. He does not fight them, and instead returns his focus on where the enemy was last seen at, as the Mod Souls fulfill whatever mission that was assigned to them. One thing at a time. For now, he'd focus on the threat before them.

 

[LucianRedgrave]

Oyuki’s image was mere moments away from making a true departure before he was met with the arrival of another. His Hyorin Gekka called out in an ethereal cry as the threat presented itself. Had the figure been paying closer attention it could find that they were already some distance away from the 5th division barracks in fact they were in a happy middle ground between the division’s. She had indeed slaughtered some of Oyuki’s subordinates but they knew the risk of the job they had been given was the point. The 5th division was on a mission of atonement meaning that if they died along the way they had merely paid the price of their sins from those before them. This woman had already stepped into Oyuki’s icy domain unbeknownst to her the very acknowledgement of the frosty air was a signal for something far more detrimental as when she found herself playing in the mess of her first kill she could find even the thick blanket of blood she had come to taste was now frozen. Her sandstorm subsided and what she would find in exchange for her lack of grace and congregation of corpses was the chilling bite of winter. Oyuki hadn’t closed the distance on his purposeful point of arrival just yet, meaning the woman who found herself attempting to completely slaughter his division mates was off the mark all on her own.

The blood turned bala could be seen hardening in the air despite being laced with her own ambient energy as it seemed to crystalize in the air before falling flat like a stone thrown into a pound. Oyuki stood some distance away with his gaze flitting towards the woman in question. Had she been paying close attention to the dispatchment of her own technique she would find even the bodies she had come to decorate the ground with were nothing more than frozen statues of their former selves, some headless and others heartless yet the pool of blood would come to expect was frozen solid their bodies caught in the aftermath of Oyuki’s reiatsu just the same as this woman had been upon her arrival. Perhaps this moment was tongue in cheek for her and for Oyuki it was just another funeral for someone of lesser stature. The thing that separated Oyuki from his fellow compatriots was just how strong his own zanpakuto was without him. It was clear to someone like Shizukana who had gone the mile to spend time with her lieutenant both on and off the battlefield but for a foreigner like the arrancar that now stood before Oyuki this was going to be an entirely new ball game. Her hopes of reducing the very ground beneath their feet to shifting sands was a valiant one however it wasn’t going to be enough. Even the bodies she had successfully managed to pull into the depths of her sandy domain beneath the surface were frost bitten. This was an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Oyuki felt as though if his subordinates didn’t take heed to his words than they got what they deserved. He was the unrelenting blade of the fifth division meaning when this woman stepped onto the battlefield she was nothing more than a stepping stone for the warrior before her. Hyorin Gekka long since unsheathed since her arrival was gnawing at the air the chill she felt becoming more aggressive by the moment when combined Oyuki’s own reiatsu.

Just like when Oyuki faced off against the arrancar in karakura town his demeanor was not that of bloodlust or even a lust for battle it was that of mourning. His chilled breath danced in the air as he held his zanpakuto firm within his grasp. She could soon find the few bala that did escape the immediate birth of Oyuki’s zanpakuto had their wing beats muffled. The sound of a fallen corpse no longer provided the lifeless thud she was likely hoping to savor. The air was cold and winter was upon the seireitei’s trespassers. Had this young woman been paying attention upon her arrival she could find that snow was beginning to fall over their collective location. Oyuki had exerted enough of his own reiatsu to change the ambient temperature meaning the very chill she felt was none other than the cold grasp of Oyuki’s own reiatsu. In juxtaposition his zanpakuto had already begun claiming the land just as she did the sand she was hoping to generate only fighting against the frozen nature of winter itself, where it hoped to be quick it would soon find itself coming to a crawl its sense of self slowly warping under the pressure of natures reality. Had this woman had her ears open she could find Oyuki before her some distance away with the same look of mourning from Karakura town, Hyorin Gekka firmly in his grasp and the touch of winter clouding the very battlefield they were about to call their grave. His tone was somber and stern all the same, yet the cold air still made his breath palpable on the ambient air, its soft steam filling the space.

“I certainly hope you have more to offer than your compatriot…”

Somewhere between 5th Divison and 10th Division​

 

[TherosAestas]

Cordelia smirked-her right hand resting over her left arm. Her opponents had fled at the slightest inkling of trouble coming their way. As the unused portals sealed, the aqua circles sank through the floor joining the water that now seeped forth from her feet, eroding the foundation of the meeting hall. Her eyes narrowed with mirth as plushy creatures turned up too late to deliver something to the four shinigami now trapped with her in the freshly erected barrier. As her Gran Rey Cero tore through them, a singular sticker fluttered toward her. She plucked it from the air, slipping it in her sleeve before returning her hand to where it rested upon her arm-a curious trophy. As her attack raced forth, her aim true, she stepped back into the garganta, closing it for her own protection.

The barrier was a good attempt to stop the swelling power speeding their way, warping space around it, but her power instantly shattered the kido spell. While the captain’s Seki was used in good faith that it would deflect a normal cero, it didn’t stand a chance against a Gran Rey Cero and the wall the Seki coated ceased to exist as well as anyone who stood in its path as it exploded in a burst of blue and green light and pure energy. Within less than the blink of an eye, Thirteenth Division was ravaged-the meeting hall, courtyard, and training grounds obliterated as everyone caught in the blast were vaporized and a third of the barracks took heavy damage, bodies strewn about the rubble.

Dust settled as the liquid Sexta stepped back through her garganta and stood triumphant atop the remains of a division she knew nothing about. This was just the start for the water-bearer. Below her a narrow hole had been dug into the ground. Cordelia had eroded a narrow tunnel beneath the meeting hall before retreating to avoid taking damage.

She sank beneath the stone while from a distance the Espada appeared to remain standing in defiance of the shinigami she just massacred, her hair and skirts billowing in the wind. A slab of debris slid over the opening, blocking it off. The Cordelia that stood atop the destruction she’d wrought was nothing more than an undulating water effigy.

Cordelia’s waterlogged pathways stretched out beneath the Seireitei, her power destroying the stone the rest of the Gotei 13 tread blissfully unaware upon. To those who could sense her power reaching out beneath them, they might notice that her waterways formed overlapping circles. However, beneath the entirety of the training grounds of Thirteenth, a massive reservoir of water formed, and at the bottom sat Cordelia. As Cordelia lurked below, keeping track of the reiatsu of those that might remain, she pulled her zanpakuto from her sleeve.

”Minuo aurem (Bleed golden), Trygon.”

Bony protrusions formed on the from her head and hips and her flesh webbed between them, creating fins as she took on her resurreccion form. Gazing up from the inky depths, Cordelia inhaled deeply, the thin layer of ground above her wellspring crumbling away as the force of the whirlpool she just created tears the stone asunder.

If anyone on the training grounds survived and hadn’t already moved, they’d be pulled deep into her turbulent abyss-all the deceased bodies pulled under ripped to shreds by the swelling waves created by the centripetal force and inertia. As Cordelia ingested the shreds of shinigami and revelled in her feast, she reached out from her watery maw with long tendrils, sweeping more the destruction into her vortex.

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[GhoulBunny]

The moment Gyōja’s hand gripped her arm and pulled her back, Ren snapped to attention—not from pain, though the Byakurai still throbbed against her thigh, but from instinct. Everything had happened so fast. One moment she’d been struck mid-spar, the next she was being shielded by her Lieutenant as chaos cracked the air like thunder.

An explosion. No—not here. Tenth Division. The sky had glowed, a flash like a second sun blooming from the horizon. Her stomach dropped.

The message that followed only solidified what her instincts already screamed.
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“Espada-level threats… war has begun.”​

Ren’s breath hitched.

She wasn’t ready for this. But she better get ready.

She barely had time to reel from the weight of the announcement when Captain Shinka skidded into view, Keniro appearing just behind her.
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"Everything is going to be ok... so let's fight together"​

His words were meant to reassure, but the cold fear gripping Ren’s spine said otherwise. There were no guarantees now. This wasn’t a simulation. This wasn’t class.

Then she felt it.

A pressure—dense, foreign, and filled with an eerie stillness—unfurled itself across the division like a black fog creeping low across the ground.

Captain Shinka’s voice rang out first, firm and confident:

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“BAKUDŌ #81:SEKI!!”​

Immediately after, Gyōja followed.
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“BAKUDŌ #73 : TŌZANSHŌ
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The barriers flickered to life in rapid succession, protective walls forming to contain the brewing threat.

And Ren moved.

She’d studied hard for this. She might not be the best swordswoman around, but Kidō? Kidō was her domain, and damned if she wasn’t about to show it. Excitement burned through her fear, sharpening her focus. Her mind moved faster than her mouth, Kidō already charging in her palm.

“Bakudō #81: Dankū!”

A vertical veil of translucent light erupted into place just ahead of the reinforced wall, layering one final, powerful thread into the defensive net. Her fingers trembled at the edges of the casting, but she held steady. If Gyōja and the Captain were buying them time, she’d make sure they had every second they could squeeze out of it.

Her eyes didn’t leave the dark figure across the field, where water pooled and warped the very foundations of the Seireitei. Anger and adrenaline surged through her, loosening her tongue enough to spit out a sharp retort.

“Ya picked the wrong damn division, ya watery freak!”

With a sharp inhale, her hand rose, fingers gripping the hilt of her Zanpakutō.

“SUNDER THE HEAVENS, AMANOZAKO!!”

BOOM!!

Her Zanpakutō unraveled instantly, the solid steel of the blade fragmenting into jagged segments, each linked by arcs of thrumming electric current. The whip-like weapon hovered around her in suspended animation, pieces humming with barely restrained voltage. Each segment floated independently but vibrated with magnetic precision, forming a circling pattern that mirrored the coils of a brewing storm.

Ren exhaled sharply, grounding her stance as her Zanpakutō pulsed with fierce determination.

The current in the air shifted.

Everything vibrated—the barriers, the ground. And then light swallowed the world.

Blue and green brilliance swallowed everything in a violent eruption of light and power as the Gran Rey Cero slammed violently into their layered defenses. The barriers trembled, distorted, and shattered in blinding fury, and suddenly—everything was lost in a surge of overwhelming brightness.

In an instant, Ren’s vision was stolen entirely, consumed by an explosion of raw, destructive force, making it impossible to tell what became of her—or anyone else.
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[Jushiro Izanagi]

Jushiro was quite happy to continue the bout between himself and Michiya, looking forward to what Hakuoki would do next. Their confrontation drew spectators to their exchange. Some of which were perhaps in danger of becoming collateral damage. The silver haired fox was anticipating Michiya trying to bill him for such things as well. As the blades were pushed away from him and scattered throughout. Izanagi’s gaze shifted to the one casting kido spells of his own. He was managing to keep his presence hidden but this wasn’t new to Izanagi. He remembered a time ago a certain someone from the second division doing something similar. The blades didn’t reach their unintended destination nor did any find itself back to Jushiro.

A teal coloured barrier now stood between Izanagi and Michiya and thus came the introduction of a rather rude spectator. The fight is over? The next words pertaining to the man’s Bankai were intriguing. He’d already dropped hints about his Zanpakuto's abilities within the first few moments of interaction. The information was happily collected and he was certain Michiya would appreciate it too. With all this transpiring, Jushiro remained his usual vigilant self. Taking note of Hakuoki’s response to the newcomer (Elk) and the potential commotion that might ensue. Jushiro wore a frown but was unseen as it remained hidden behind his mask. Like Michiya, he too did not appreciate the interruption of their sparring session. He could sense the bloodlust from Hakuoki, which brought forth excitement within Izanagi. Maybe Hakuoki could push him even further than he was anticipating. This too was short lived and Jushiro’s displeasure towards Elk was now more clear.

In a matter of moments, Hakuoki was no more as Josho took over once more. The surface of the mask was now blank, no outwardly expression on the face of the Captain. More and more Shinigami joined them but before any business could be concluded, there was a sudden shift. Unbeknownst to them, the Seireitei was about to be plunged into chaos. Explosions and destruction followed, even more concerning was the fact that the Southwest Seireitei seems to be under attack. Which meant that the tenth division was perhaps a target as well. Without having to say a word, Michiya acted as Jushiro would’ve wanted him to. Putting out the alert to everyone was essential in times like these.

Josho was on the move, fetching the goodies that Michiya gifted him. In the meantime, Jushiro directed a few words at Michiya and Elk alike.

“Our fight is indeed over and the real battle has begun. Michiya, I need you to send out regular updates to every division, especially their Captains and Lieutenants. We need to know who is battling who and what their current status is”. He then glanced over at Elk with a suggestion to the hooded man. ​

“If your Bankai is what you say it is, then go use it. I’d sooner watch the enemy rot away instead of the Seireitei being destroyed”.​

By now Josho had returned with the case containing the items Michiya had presented Jushiro with earlier. The silver haired man opened the case and from it came the prototype kido gun of which its functions were explained to Jushiro earlier. The kido gun was holstered on his right hip and out of sight. Jushiro also took the rest of the metallic spheres with faces on them. Creepy looking things they were numbering up to six, he also took the many vials and human faced fruits also. Carefully tucked away on his person, he figured that they may end up coming in handy. The kido gun in short fires concentrated blasts of kido or can be used to shoot paralyzing shots for non-lethal attacks. In the hands of adept the art becomes deadlier, but the opposite allows for them to use kido in its basic form. The bomb causes a specific reaction with the reiatsu they lock onto forcing that pressure to crystalize around them. The stronger the reiatsu the more indestructible the crystallisation. The vials contain a dangerous poison that hinders the mind's ability to process basic actions and complex coordination with anti-toxins included. That was the explanation given by Michiya not so long ago.

“It’s time for me to return to the tenth division and coordinate a response. It seems our plans will have to wait”. ​

With that Jushiro’s body and presence began to vanish, making it so that he was neither seen or felt by others. The man had casted the Bakudo #26 spell, Bent Light over himself. It was time for him to enter the fray.

>>>>>>Leaving 12th Division for Southwest Seireitei>>>>>>>>>>>

 

[TherosAestas]

The air was calm and still around Tomi and her perch on the twelfth division wall as Elk left her side, to stand on the barrier that was created to cease the fight between the captain of tenth and the twelfth's lieutenant. Before the woman of twelfth could erect her own barrier around the division, Tomi had followed Elk into the fray. She appeared beside him atop the barrier, her eyes downturned toward the captain. She only knew him in passing, well aware of his delay to protect Naruki City. She had a bone to pick with multiple captains these days it seemed.

Setting her detestation aside, she turned her gaze upon Michiya. This lieutenant seems keen. A rather interesting one. Listening to Elk’s words to Michiya sent a shiver down her back. He’d never spoken of his bankai to her. Her eyes slowly turned to take in his profile. He’d kept so much hidden from her already. She recalled the way his hand fidgeted with something in his pocket. What else was he hiding from her?

Tomi hopped down from their perch on the barrier-bowing slightly to Michiya, her lilac gaze bearing into his. ”It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Lt. Michiya.” She watched as Josho delivered items to Captain Izanagi before turning to approach her. She didn’t react to Josho’s approach, instead she merely regarded the being with curiosity. The creation held out a device to her. It was a wristlink form of the Denreishinki. Taken aback, she accepted the device with both hands. ”Oh! Thank you!”

Tomi turned the device over in her hands, her attention snapping away from it as Michiya broadcast his voice through the Seireitei. They were already under attack. She snapped the device onto her wrist, her eyes shifting to Elk before she turned to leave. Her division would need her. She only made it a step before a plushie mod soul ran up to her, slapping a sticker onto her thigh as she attempted to jump out of its way. She frowned down at the sticker as Shizukana’s voice informed everyone to allow the cutesy things to be stuck to them.

An eerie blue and green glow from Thirteenth’s direction drew her attention away from the dismay that having something stuck to her thigh caused her. Time seemed to slow around her as a gran rey cero exploded in the heart of the division she called home.

”NO!”

Her hand shot to her zanpakuto as she moved on instinct, but as she reached the wall separating twelfth from thirteenth the device on her wrist projected an ominous message. The queen is in the hive, twin moon. Now is your chance. The virtuous one will join you soon. Only one person she knew spoke in such a way to hide their tracks when giving orders or disseminating information. Her eyes darkened, swearing under her breath as she pivoted. She had a score to settle with the bug after she brushed off her kick like it was nothing in Karakura.

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