Rukongai

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Northern Rukongai

District #	District Name	Notable Events	Current Status	District Size
1	Komakaitana (細かい棚, Fine Ledge)		Functional / Inhabited	Small
2	Natsukashii (懐かしい, Fond Memory)		Functional / Inhabited	Small
3	Midorine (緑根, Green Root)		Functional / Inhabited	Small
28	Murasakikiri (紫霧, Purple Mist)	Furuguchi Ancestral Home	Lawless / Inhabited	Small
79	Kusajishi (草鹿, Grass Deer)		Lawless / Inhabited	Enormous
80	Zaraki (更木, New Tree)		Lawless / Inhabited	Enormous

Southern Rukongai

District #	District Name	Notable Events	Current Status	District Size
1	Yōsai (要塞, Fortress)		Functional / Inhabited	Small
42	Kodaikemono (古代獣, Ancient Beast)	Komamura Ancestral Home	Lawless / Inhabited	Medium
57	Jigokukairō (地獄回廊, Hell's Corridor)		Lawless / Inhabited	Medium
58	Kuroihashi (黒い橋, Black Bridge)		Lawless / Inhabited	Medium
65	Han'ei (繁栄, Prosperity)		Lawless / Inhabited	Large
78	Inuzuri (戌吊, Hanging Dog)		Lawless / Inhabited	Large

Western Rukongai

District #	District Name	Notable Events	Current Status	District Size
1	Junrinan (潤林安, Lush Forest Peace)		Functional / Inhabited	Small
3	Hokutan (北端, North End)		Functional / Inhabited	Small
4	Karyū (下流, Downstream)	Higasa Estate	Functional / Inhabited	Small
10	Aoihana (青い花, Blue Flower)		Lawless / Inhabited	Small
30	Okashikuni (お菓子国, Candyland)		Lawless / Inhabited	Small
32	Hokuseikawa (北西川, Northwest River)		Lawless / Inhabited	Medium
48	Semariyami (迫り来る闇, Looming Darkness)		Lawless / Inhabited
77	Sōshō (創傷, Wound)		Lawless / Wasteland	Large
80	Tamaya (霊屋, Mausoleum)		Lawless AS HELL / Inhabited	Enormous

Eastern Rukongai

District #	District Name	Notable Events	Current Status	District Size
3	Museigen (無制限, Limitless)		Functional / Inhabited	Small
64	Sabitsura (錆面, Rusted Face)		Lawless / Inhabited	Large
76	Sakahone (逆骨, Reverse Bone)		Lawless / Inhabited	Large
78	Ichirin (一輪; One Flower)		Lawless / Wasteland	Enormous
79	Shinsha (神社, Shrine)		Lawless / Inhabited	Large

Small	Less than 50 sq miles
Medium	Between 50 and 150 sq miles
Large	Between 150 and 400 sq miles
Enormous	Greater than 400 sq miles

 

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Listen While You Read

The Seireitei, once a bright beacon of the Soul Society, now stands at the center of a corrupting darkness. On this day, no sun would shine upon Sōkyoku Hill, for the gray overcast stretched thick across the entirety of the realm. With the Divisions of the Gotei 13 at each others’ throats, they have retracted from what was once an already meager involvement, becoming even more insular than ever before. Now the Captains of each Division tug at the proverbial rope of authority bestowed upon them by their ranks, as they look for any excuse to interfere in affairs beyond the traditional duties tasked to their Squads.

Among the chaos, rumors of strange Hollow activity from the Rukongai have reached the ears of the Seireitei elite, and have unsurprisingly trickled down to the rank and file. Strange stories of Souls transforming into Hollow-like creatures, or Hollows taking the forms of Souls, the truth indistinguishable from the fabricated. Entire villages disappeared overnight, and those who poked around have been rumored to have met a similar fate. More peculiar is the outright neglect from both the Third Division, whose duty is to deal with that which occurs within the Rukongai, and the Onmitsukido, who are one of the two primary investigative branches within the Gotei 13. Neither Division has given an ounce of care to what would seem to be the breaking of one of the Soul Society’s most important laws under mysterious circumstances.

There are a few within the Seireitei who find the hearsay disturbing enough to send members of their own.

Hachikō Goseikanjo

You have been tasked by your Captain, Sachiko Kuchiki, to investigate these mysterious rumors. You have been granted the authority to use any means necessary to uncover the truth.

Upon arriving to Semariyami (迫り来る闇, looming darkness), the 48th District of the Western Rukongai, you find yourself at the foot of a thick and seemingly endless forest, nestled outside of a small town. You will be able to sense a faint signature, a mix of Soul and Hollow, resonating from deep within the forest. Nearby, within the small town, the yells of its inhabitants’ disdain suddenly come to life.

The choice is yours, journey into the dark forest to see what awaits, or look to see what all the fuss is about within the town.

Shin’eki Uemura

You have been tasked by your Captain, Sagishi Hashimoto, to investigate these mysterious rumors. You have been granted the authority to use any means necessary to uncover the truth.

Upon arriving to Semariyami (迫り来る闇, looming darkness), the 48th District of the Western Rukongai, you find yourself within a small town brimming with activity. You have been given some intel that recent Hollow-like activity has been reported around the area. The town square falls into an abrupt silence, as the denizens stare at you with disgust. Shouts of “Shinigami scum!” and other more abrasive epithets are hurled at you, as small groups of ruffians scatter. A suspicious bunch rush into a nearby building that looks to be some kind of eatery. Another bunch rush out of the town towards a nearby forest.

The choice is yours, search for answers within the dilapidated building, or chase after the goons running off toward the forest.​

 

[Kuvello]

Despite the dreadful overcast, the day began like any other day in Shin’eki Uemura’s world. Reporting in to Hashimoto-taichou, Captain of the 5th Division, Shin’eki would quickly be debriefed and sent out into the ‘wilds’ of the Western Rukongai. If his upbringing in the Eastern Rukongai taught him anything, it was to expect the overarching disdain for individuals like himself: Shinigami. Luckily, he thought to himself, it wouldn’t be as far out as he had come from, as Sakahone was much farther out than Semariyami was from the Seireitei.

As Shin’eki reached the border of the 48th W. District, nothing of immediate note stood out from a Reikyoku standpoint. Making his way into the rundown city square, the red-haired shinigami would ignore the slander he had received as he placed his thumb onto the outside of his zanpakuto’s tsuba, making sure to keep it held within its custom made saya. The last thing he needed was his sword to slip from the confines of its prison and generate rust statues of this region’s innocent citizens. Regardless of their crimes within the district, Shin’eki knew such petty criminals went unpunished outside the walls of the Seireitei. This fact left a sour taste in Shin’eki’s mouth, granted he realized not everyone could be completely safe, nor would many people like to have their freedoms stripped from them due to the overbearance of shinigami presence outside of the Seireitei, however, he felt that if something was done for the masses that often were forced to go without, their lives would improve, if only by a fraction. But now was not the time for such political ideas, nor was it his place to suggest such things while turmoil brewed within the very sanctity of the Seireitei itself.

Despite a majority of the souls, who enlisted into the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, Shin’eki remembered where he came from, and when he could, would return to his home to pay respects to those who still remembered the, at that time trouble maker, by bringing sweets, and other presents. Shin’eki to a select few was like that of a folk hero even in his youth. He was no fool, nor was he a particularly proud individual. He understood that his appearance would often cause those around him to systematically look down upon him, and he accepted the ridicule at times, for the sake of the opposite party. This behavior would not change as he was met with insults by groups of ruffians, who no doubt ran this town through fear and accrued debts. So too, was the story of his own District. As the groups scattered and made headways in opposite directions, Shin’eki would keep tabs on the group who ran into the forest, despite having little reiryoku, he was able to keep a mental map of their location within his mind, as he followed a more auspicious group into a nearby restaurant. Finding a seat near the bar, Shin’eki felt the unwanted gaze of the occupants within, as he took his seat, making sure to stay within earshot of the group nearby. Lifting his arms toward the host at the bar, Shin’eki would begin to denounce any involvement with the civil affairs that may or may not be present, as he gave a considerate nod toward, whom he could only assume was the owner of the establishment. As he sat, Shin'eki would begin to tie the saya's sageo, onto the loop of his tsuba, making certain of it's security within it's sheath.

“Please don’t be alarmed by my sudden arrival, nor by the blade I brandish on my person, I seek only information on a specific event that’s worked its way up the grapevine, and perhaps a meal.”

Shin’eki would place some kan upon the counter, enough to not only show a kind gesture, but also enough to cover a meal for a group. He was careful not to show the disparity in the wealth between the two as he placed an order for Takoyaki, and some Onigiri. Afterall, nobody could expect to get information without paying for it, nor could anyone expect Shin’eki to work on an empty stomach. ​

 

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The young Shinigami from the Fifth made his choice, and so he pondered into the dilapidated building, seeking answers to the strange circumstances he found himself in.

Shin’eki Uemura believed he understood the plight of the Rukongai, for he too was once one of its residents. But, the Rukongai of today was nothing like the Rukongai of yesteryears; the expansive realm had changed beyond recognition, the souls living within it even moreso.

Their distrustful eyes glared from all corners of the run-down establishment, dozens of ragged souls seated at moldy tables, empty rice bowls and dried bottles littered atop them.

Behind the counter stood a worn, bearded man painted with the look of a shop owner. His angry, gray eyes silently followed Shin’eki as the Shinigami made his way toward the counter. He needn’t speak a word, for his gaze said all that needed to be said.
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“Please don’t be alarmed by my sudden arrival, nor by the blade I brandish on my person, I seek only information on a specific event that’s worked its way up the grapevine, and perhaps a meal.”​

Upon the Shinigami’s declaration, the place fell into a deeper silence, if that were possible. Suddenly, the room erupted in laughter, not a soul left without tears.

The man behind the counter regained himself, and replied, “Takoyaki? Onigiri? Where do you think you are?” The large man shook his head, although with little surprise about his expression. “You Shinigami really are out of touch. Thanks to you lot, alls we have is steamed rice, and even that we’re in short supply.”

The man’s eyes never left Shin’eki’s face, ignoring the kan placed upon the counter. “And even if we had any of it, I’d never serve a shitbag like you. Information? You want information? Ha! Go suck on that Soul King of yours.”

With his final statement, the man spit toward Shin’eki’s face.

If the young Shinigami were astute enough, he’d sense a stark change within the mood of the men behind him, who had stood from their seats, some brandishing makeshift weapons. The silence awaited Shin’eki’s response.​

 

[Kuvello]

The man behind the counter regained himself, and replied,

“Takoyaki? Onigiri? Where do you think you are?”

The large man shook his head, although with little surprise about his expression.

“You Shinigami really are out of touch. Thanks to you lot, alls we have is steamed rice, and even that we’re in short supply.”

The man’s eyes never left Shin’eki’s face, ignoring the kan placed upon the counter.

“And even if we had any of it, I’d never serve a shitbag like you. Information? You want information? Ha! Go suck on that Soul King of yours.”

As the saliva of the owner splat upon Shin’eki’s cheek, a visage of shadow covered the upper region of his face. His eyes concealed, and his emotion masked, as he slowly rose from his seat. It was clear he was unwelcome here. The murderous intent within the restaurant was palpable.

However

“Please forgive my assumptions. I come from a place in the deeper regions of the Eastern Rukongai myself. As a child, well, growing up, I was always told that such things like Takoyaki, Sake, and the like were only for souls who lived within the lower 50 numbered districts, and coming from 76th, I would have hoped, for the sake of others, that you’d be in better shape, but I see that I was sorely mistaken.”

Shin’eki would prostrate himself upon the floor, bowing toward the bar. His gesture not only directed toward the owner of the establishment, but for every soul within the city, and ultimately the denizens of the Rukongai as a whole.

“I understand your animosity toward the Seireitei, for I once too shared the same feelings, but make no mistake, just because I wear these robes, makes me no less human than any of you. I will take whatever you throw at me, and carry it with humility, not out of disparity for what’s been done to you, but out of shame for what I couldn’t do as someone who made something more out of himself and yet failed everyone else in the process.”

Shin’eki would raise his head, his face still hidden through his deep red hair.

“Please grant me an ounce of solace to at the very least help you all now, before there is nobody left in need of saving. You all should know hollow’s are no joke, and with the threat of them being in the realm of souls, should muster enough sense in you to understand that this is far larger a situation than social or caste discrimination.”

Not once did Shin’eki’s hands reach for his sword as it lay upon his hip. Starting a brawl in this shop would solve nothing but create a larger chasm that would only justify the hatred these poor souls bore. While Shin believed the hatred was misguided toward him, he never once felt any malice, or hatred toward these people. Afterall, how could he? Political, and military ranks be damned, if not for protecting the commonwealth, a philosophy that had become a ghost it seemed. He was prepared to bear their sins, and accept anything that came his way, he did not fear death, however he did not plan to become a martyr either. Slowly climbing to his feet, the 4th seat would find himself nearing the exit.

“If you’ll excuse my intrusion…”

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To the average Rukongai citizen, the words Shin’eki spoke held no sway. The perils of the cobbled and dirt Rukon roads had stripped any sliver of empathy they once may have possessed. His words were gibberish, unintelligible nonsense going in one ear and out the other. Their disgusted visages were testament to this reality. Their hardened glares followed his every movement, the room remaining in utter silence as the young Shinigami made his way toward the exit.

Although it may have seemed otherwise, these dirtied men and women held an unshakeable fear toward the Shinigami. Even uneducated, they understood on a subconscious level the disparity in strength between them and an individual like Shin’eki. Unfortunately, their circumstances had pushed their minds and souls to the point of no return, an apathy so powerful as to refuse caution.

“Just get out,” the shopkeep demanded through gritted teeth.

If Shin’eki were to choose to remove himself from the building, he’d find himself back at square one. An astute sensor of the spiritual, he’d be able to pick up the faint signatures of the group still headed toward the nearby forest. With no more leads, the paths to pursue had dwindled to one.

Or he could return to the Fifth, empty handed.​

 

[Kuvello]

“Just get out,”

Having found his pleas befall deaf ears, and his humbling acts go unforeseen, to the patrons of the restaurant. Shin’eki would leave the establishment, his kan remained upon the counter, if nothing else but for an offering as he made his way down the street. While he remained in the building, he had continued to monitor and keep tabs upon the group of ruffians who fled to the forest. The forest would hopefully tell the answers Shin sought, while he was no shaman, those that lurked within could perhaps shed some light upon the situation, should he find himself not running directly into the hollow itself.

Uemura’s stomach would growl as he looked up to the sky, while it was still overcast Shin’eki could tell it was around midday now. Grimacing to himself that his departure from the Rukon allowed him to become so distant with its inhabitants. He’d probably have gotten more answers if he’d had shown up buck-naked in a kabuki mask at this point. While a preposterous suggestion, it wasn’t out of the question he’d think to himself, trying to make light out of the situation.

Gripping his zanpakuto, keeping his thumb clenched onto its tsuba, Shin’eki would shunpo into the forest, his silhouette flickering out of existence as a ring of dust flowed out from the epicenter. Shin’eki’s speed allowed him to quickly make up the distance between the group he had previously “parted” with as he kept to the shadows of the forest, not only attempting to mask his very spiritual pressure, but also to mask the sound of his breathing and footsteps, as he watched carefully, like that, comparatively speaking, of a predator stalking its prey.

(I cannot return to the Seireitei empty handed, I’d be made a laughing stock, not only that, but Tsunayashiro-senpai will rip me a new one, once he wakes up from his afternoon nap.)

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[Hachikō Goseikanjo]

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"Please. I don’t know anything!”
"I find that super duper hard to believe!~”

Sobbing filled the dull atmosphere of the Semariyami followed by the instant hiss of someone attempting to quiet it. Crying in his mother’s arms, a young boy’s wails were stifled to sniveling whilst she did anything she could think of to keep him silent. It appeared that the usual crowd of residents of the 48th district had dispersed leaving the woman and her baby alone to cower in the dirt.

"I’ll do anything! Don’t hurt my family! Hang on…Is that how it went?~”

Suddenly acknowledged, the meek mother looked up at the ruins of her home only for her sight to be captured by twin orbs of unnerving gold. Upside down, another female stared back at her with pale skin and a cat-like grin. Hair that was long and matted and red hung down from the young woman’s head as if the strands were some sort of a macabre chime although there would be no twinkling melody for the wind to carry; Only the scent of blood. Robes of black alongside a placard strapped to her arm instantly gave the mother cause for pause. The reaper remained where she was, lying on her back seemingly without a care in the world, kicking her legs left and right in a child-like manner. Clasped between her manicured nails was a maroon skull in poor condition. Using both of her hands, the cheery Lieutenant moved the head’s jaw in time with her own voice providing the stunned mother and child with a ventriloquist impression of their late father and husband. The unfortunate pair quivered like leaves while the cherry haired Shinigami rolled the skull back and forth as if it were a toy meant exclusively for her amusement instead of the stalwart protector the mother and child knew him to be in life.

“I don’t quite remember. C’mon, help me out here!”

Jolting, the mother gripped her squirming child to her breast tighter than before and found that she too was unable to move. Utterly traumatized, she did not realize that the Lieutenant had moved from her position until she heard her eerie voice millimeters close to her ear. Every breath that the mother took was shaken, clutched tight in her throat by the cold talons of fear. All but paralyzed, it took her twice as long to notice that her child was no longer in her arms. Cradling the disturbed boy, the slender female Shinigami touched the tip of his soft nose which made the child flinch. His mother wanted to yell out but no sound was able to slip past her lips.

"Maybe you know what your daddy didn’t? Or…does your mommy know? Hey, how would you like to do a fun little science experiment with me?! Maybe it’ll fix your memory!”
“ The forest! PLEASE!! Th-...”
"What was that?! So you WERE hiding information from me! Naughty!
Tsk. You know what I have to do now! I warned you earlier didn’t I? You weren’t paying attention.”
“ NO! He’s just a boy, I beg you!”
“It’ll just be a tiny little…cut! The prettiest cut you’ve ever SEEN!”

Just as the mother began to rise to her feet, Something glinted at the base of the toddler’s throat; A scalpel readying itself to expertly slice into his supple flesh. When unexpectedly, out of nowhere, the Shinigami’s curly pigtails were now one tail hanging at the side of her head. The demeanor of the reaper immediately changed and a pair of glasses appeared to manifest on her face and in addition to this, the crazed expression and vice-like grasp from before was no longer present plus there was a katana now attached at her hip.

“Quickly. Take your child and leave this place.”
“HEY! What’d you do that for?! I was just getting to the good part!”

Finally making her appearance, Doctor Hachiko Goseikanjo let the child drop to his feet and scramble over to the arms of his mother. Confused and terrified, she took off after that never looking back at the wasted village and massacre behind her. Lieutenant Goseikanjo watched until she was sure the woman had escaped and then turned to face the forest nearby.

“This is not what we came here for.”

The Vice-Captain’s all encompassing radar detected the activity of multiple Shinigami which piqued her interest greatly. This was nothing unexpected of course, she’d been warned by her Captain about the possibility that there were some other divisions investing their interests in the peculiar situation and she'd been told to be cautious. Because of this, up until now she had avoided the woodland although there was the heavy presence of Hollow-soul like movement. Hachiko wanted to wait until those pre-ordained ‘others’ arrived and now that she had pinpointed each one’s location they had gone from investigative soulreapers to moving targets for the silent predator that was the blood thirsty surgeon. The amount of their Reiryoku, the intricacy of their vitals and even their rate of speed was crystal clear to the Lieutenant of the Fourth Division.

“I can have them right?!”
"We’ll remain at their backs and get an idea of what they stumble upon. When the time is right and they get in our way, you may have them.”
“Sa-weeeet!”

With that along with the complete suppression of the doctor’s physical and spiritual presence, the crimson woman vanished into the treeline giving chase to her objective leaving an aftermath of piles of sunken corpses in her wake.

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Shin’eki Uemura

Shin’eki Uemura was truly a rare breed of Shinigami. Especially in these times, to find a Soulreaper who possessed any bit of empathy for those who lived within the degraded Rukongai was like finding a needle in a haystack. There just weren’t many like him, not even within the Third Division, whose duty it was to serve and elevate the City of Wandering Souls. But alas, his moral compass had worked against him in his mission, for the people were long forced to understand no other language than violence.

The red-haired Shinigami kept track of the other group of suspicious delinquents while within the establishment, all through his excellent spiritual sensing capabilities. Unwilling to return to the Fifth a failure, he chose to pursue his only other lead, appearing within the dark forest in a flash, although his attempt to do so silently would be instead replaced with a slight hiss of disturbed wind. Thankfully, he was far enough away from any listeners so as to remain unnoticed.

Thus he kept to the shadows as best he could, intently watching as the five thugs zig-zagged their way through the thickening woodland, going deeper and deeper into the blackness. From the direction in which they chased, the faint Hollow-like spiritual signature pulsated, a consistent hum of spiritual energy that would leave any Shinigami bewildered as to its origin. No sound of life could be heard within the forest save for the moaning of the elder trees, and the rustling of leaves and brush.

“...Leave this place…”

Out of the silence came the echoed whispers of a foreign voice, surrounding Shin’eki completely, what he would likely perceive as simply words communicating a threat more than warning. From the blackness he would catch a fluttering of a white coat, although a double-take would lead to doubt as to whether he truly witnessed what he believed to have seen. In the manner these experiences came, they were gone, leaving no trace in the physical or spiritual to trace. What indeed, had the young Shinigami heard and seen?

“What?! What’s…what’s this?!”

Questions to ponder at a later time, for shouts from the group some ways ahead rang throughout, echoing off the hollowed trees.

If Shin’eki were to venture forward, he’d find a large clearing, although still quite dark, unable to make out what existed within the pitch-blackness in the center. Upon the trees were impaled hundreds of bloodied corpses of Rukongai souls. Of note was that some of them were dressed in clothes of a higher quality than the average citizen. The five delinquents stood mouth’s agape, horrified at the sight of what would likely be their comrades dead.

“What…happened? Why are they-”

“It must be that thing! It must be! Oh shit!”

“But…but, how?! How did it get free?!”

Any question as to what this thing was, would be answered by a beast-like, grotesque gargling that emanated from within the blackness in the center. That once consistently faint, strange signature began to sing louder and louder, growing evermore. Any Shinigami worth their salt would conclude the level of this being to be of High Spiritual Power, Spirit Class 6.

If one were to really look deep into the darkness, they would find something looking back.

Shin’eki’s path was his to choose. What would he do?

Hachiko Goseikanjo

The crazed Vice-Captain had been given the authority to do everything in her power to complete her mission, and so she did, eradicating an entire village within the Western 48th District. An act that would serve as justification for her enemies to put her to rest, if they were to find out.
As she played with a bloodied skull of her Ryoka victim, and the deceased man's family, she would sense the existence of a Shinigami from the Fifth Division. Deciding it to be of more interest than her current playthings, the pretend red-haired soul vanished silently, leaving nothing more than a sea of exsanguinated corpses in her wake.

She continued to trace the spiritual energy of her prey as he made it deeper into the forest, until it went silent. Not long after his disappearance, the ever-rising strange spiritual power would sing to her senses.

Upon arriving at the clearance, she too would witness the same; five horrified Ryoka, hundreds dead, and the rising Hollow-like spiritual power of a mystery creature. If she looked into the black, she too would find the same thing staring back.​

 

[Kuvello]

“...Leave this place…”

The sudden sound would cause a bead of sweat to develop upon the brow of the 4th Seated Officer, as the young man clenched his zanpakuto's handle, his arm cocked into a position in which he could not only draw his blade but also deliver a quick silent blow to any threat should it materalize before his eyes.

“What?! What’s…what’s this?!”

Blinking as he did a second take at what he swore was a white cloak before him, Shin'eki's focus regained center upon the group of whom he was tailing deeper into the forest. As they began to look up and around, Shin'eki remained outside of the clearing, the corpses that hung from the trees only brought a sense of dread, in this otherwise hopeless location. The Darkness here was unlike anything the Shinigami had faced before, it was palpable. As if reaching out toward a shadow that simultaneously reached back, only to wring the life and light from it's prey. Shin'eki's knuckles grew white from the tension at which he clung to his sword. This sensation, was it fear or anticipation?

“What…happened? Why are they-”

“It must be that thing! It must be! Oh shit!”

“But…but, how?! How did it get free?!”

Right there was still the issue of the civilians nearby, regardless of Shin'eki's drive to unsheath his blade, he could not, for it pose too great a threat.

"Damn..."

The red-haired boy would exhale unaudably under his breath as the audible gargling from the eldrich form before him sent waves of reiatsu toward Shin'eki, causing the hairs on the boy's arms and the back of his neck to stand on end. This was not your average hollow that he'd fight within the ivory sands of Hueco Mundo, no this was something more, something that rivalled even his own strength in terms of what he was picking up from his Reikaku's sensory.

What to do, what to do? The Shinigami's mind raced, as he tried to calculate the best strategy he could in a matter of seconds. It'd be foolish to reveal himself now, after having successfully and stealthfully tracked these ruffians to their current location, however, he could not allow himself to watch them meet their end as the others that hung lifeless had. This was a feeding ground regardless of how you looked at it, and the fact these people knew of it existing prior to it being "released" was a terrifying thought. Were these people were raising this monstrocity to seek revenge at the Seireitei whom had shunned their existance? It was the only logical explanation for this creature to exist here.

Without even a warning, Shin'eki leapt out of the tree-line and into the fire, so to speak as he landed amist the group of the 5 bandits, his sword in his hands, the saya still on the blade, and tied down onto it's handguard.

"R-run..... run!.... RUN!!!"

Shin'eki's cry while at first seemed as if he was speaking aloud what his survival instinct was telling himself mentally, it quickly became apparent that he was pleading to the civilians around him to make a break for it, as he would make every attempt to drive it back and away to keep them from harms way. His Reiatsu would envelope his body in a pencil thin glow, as it reached the threshold of exersion with the limiter still in contact with Shin'eki's zanpakuto, in the form of it's scabbard. Every spiritual fiber in his being was telling him to get out of there, however his gut was telling him, to protect these people, even if they held no respect for him. His focus remained upon this "hollow's" presence, preparing himself to react to anything and everything this abomination could possibly throw his way, or toward the grunts.

"If you don't want to die here, then get out of here, NOW!"

Shin'eki's tone shifted as the air around him seemed to shift and twist with his Reiryoku bubbling under the surface of his being.

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