Southeast Seireitei

[Adonai]

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Estarossa was snatched away from Grimaldi before he had a chance to punch him, by who he wasn’t sure but he knew he was in the arms of a lady and he could never resist or refuse that. There wasn’t a hostile sensation to her so it's why he didn’t bother fighting back, having gained some distance from Grimaldi she finally spoke to him. He heard her, sure, but was he fully listening? No, he was too busy looking her up and down to fully register what she said to him at first.

“He won’t rip your soul apart! Not if we work together! Hi, Sorry, big fan! Haha, am I interrupting? I’m Shizukana Kurayami, and I have been waiting to meet you for a very long time! I honestly have so much to say to you, so much to ask you! Actually I think you can help me. You can help me help you. We can help we!”

”We can help each other alright, if you catch my drift. But on to more important things, Shizukana! This stupid Espada who looks like he is freaking out for some reason.”

Estarossa forgoes rank and honorifics just plainly speaking with her on a first name basis. He sensed her Reiatsu, it was comforting but what he needed right now was rage and fury, well it's what he wanted. It was a case of wanting to stay mad but unable to do so, he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed heavily, giving in to the fact his rage and fury are fully subsiding, for now.

“Little heads up, I can’t battle with you unless you put one of these on your body. I don’t want to say too much in front of my guest but it will keep you safe. From me atleast. I must give him my all, I can’t hold back here. I must also do what I can to avenge those young ones.”

Estarossa takes the sticker and looks at it while tilting his head. He shrugs and sticks it on his neck.

”Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing I’ve had stuck on my body.”

She spoke about avenging the young ones and while her reason to avenge them may be different than his they are at least aligned to a common goal. While Grimaldi quarreled with what seemed to look like another version of himself he and the beast were too distracted to notice the supposedly failed Cero fired by Estarossa. Once the other version of Grimaldi slipped away the Cero drifted right under the Chimera and then it ignited. Broma Cero (Lit. Zero Jest/Hollow Flash Jest) a Cero unique to Estarossa that starts off looking like a failed attack in order to throw is opponents into a false sense of security, he even hams it up a bit himself talking about how its a misfire or that he is out of practice. When this Cero goes off it erupts into a pillar of energy decimating all caught within it. The beast, with its guard down from the drama unfolding before it was not ready for the attack which destroyed its upper half. Whatever was left of it slid into the void it was emerging from.

The Free One

Estarossa smirks at Shizukana and turns his attention back to Grimaldi properly, now that his beast has been dealt with. The odds have switched with the two vs one situation being in favor of Estarossa and Shizukana now. But the situation wasn’t over just yet because in his own rage and fury Grimaldi unleashed his own powerful Cero at the pair. The way it distorted the sky and light around them was impressive and quite frightening. But Estarossa hasn’t lived this long by being afraid. He isn’t fearless but he knows when to show confidence in situations that favor him and Grimaldi has given him a most delectable meal. He held out his right hand and grabbed his own forearm with his left. Was he about to counter this Cero with one of his own? Could he possibly match the outrageous output of power from Grimaldi? No, but he didn’t need to.

”Belcebú!!”
(Lit. Beelzebub)

A vortex of Reiryoku extends from his hand to meet the Cero head on before it could vanish, pulling it in and drawing it towards his palm. It was turbulent, the Cero thrashed and pulsated with the fury of its owner as it was being devoured. The Vortex extended ever so slightly and snapped shut behind the Cero to rapidly pull it in and consume it fully. Estarossa stood silently for a moment and with a sharp toothed grin he smiled at Grimaldi.

”Gravity huh?! Raw power and Gravity, I love it! You’d’ve made a great sparring opponent if it wasn’t for your piss poor taste in company!”

Belcebú, the natural power of Estarossa, the reason he is called the Eater of Worlds. He is able to consume anything with his palms or by extending said ability via Reiryoku like he had just done. What he has consumed is stored in his “stomach” where it is analyzed and stripped of any negative effects that may cause him harm from within. Once analyzed it helps him understand his opponents ability a bit better. He does not gain any sort of power boost when eating things this way as this is not normal Hollow consumption.

Grimaldi hovered above them now, shouting down at them about something that was his. Estarossa lost the grin on his face as a more serious expression took hold.

”The only thing you truly own is your own body. But since you can’t even understand that much, it makes sense as to why you can’t be free. Shizukana, fight at your fullest potential, dont worry about me. And don’t expect me to follow your lead because I only follow myself and I don’t expect you or anyone else to follow me. Let’s just do what needs to be done.”


Grimaldi launched himself at them and attacked with a low swing at first, good, he is dropping the ranged combat, this can work in favor of Estarossa for now. He leaps up into the air, pulling his legs up to his chest to ensure the attack cleared his body before he extended them again and used Sonido to clear himself of the next attack, something about the way the blade crackled with energy didn’t sit well with him. Figuring out that Grimaldi does something with Gravity was enough for him to add more strength than needed during his Sonido in case he needed to push through a torrent of gravity. The end result is Estarossa crashing into a mostly destroyed building, but not shaken by it. He can’t consume Gravity unless it's attached to some sort of Spiritual Energy so he’ll have to fight at 100% of his physical strength to ensure he can even move properly.

”Ugh, I might have to use Resurrección sooner than I thought. Yo! Shizu! Are you feeling like you need Bankai right now? Cause I’m feeling like we need it!”

He shouts at her over the hum of energy spilling forth from Grimaldi. He has gone from a first name basis to a nickname in a matter of moments. Despite his tone he is being quite serious, Grimaldi is not an opponent they can fight in their base forms. Considering how long it took to eat that Cero he launched Estarossa doubts he’d be able to do it again since Grimaldi might take advantage of it and attack him while he is stationary. This has shifted into a battle against a raging storm of Gravity.

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[Deleted member 65]

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Relief that the Arrancar accepted her safety sticker and she would not have to fight with a handicap did not last long but it was really the feeling of the twin Gran Rey Cero Oscuras barreling toward herself and Estarossa that was…strangely peaceful. There was no running from them or hiding from them and there was no amount of Shunpo that she possessed which would have afforded her a means of escape from them or a way for her to protect him. So, she accepted it. The Captain felt a surreal sense of serenity because she had surrendered to the reality that her life was about to end and she’d be damned if she struggled against her last moments alive. She wished she had a cup of tea to drink, maybe something to eat but the fact that she was at peace with dying did not mean that she would not leave without regrets, the most prevalent was that she’d never be able to see Oyuki or Hyoroshi again. There was no need to lament dreams, or ambitions as none of it would ever matter to her again. Unfortunately, she’d been so close and yet so far, but now she was certain the soul society would lose the chance she’d been working so diligently to secure for it. All was lost.

Her eyes had closed, waiting for the inevitable end to come but when it didn’t, she opened one eye in time to see the gargantuan amount of energy flutter and in a brilliant show the two impending harbingers of her end vanished without nary a trace besides plumes of dissipating smoke. Shizukana felt her air she had been holding inside her lungs finally escape and then she panted because she was trying to catch her breath. In the span of a second, the Captain had experienced a crowd of different emotions that led her to tranquility and among them was a paralyzing amount of fear. It took her a moment to look at her hands, her body and then the spot in which the Cero had disappeared before she could even begin to tune into the heated exchange between Grimaldi and what appeared to be a separate third Arrancar. She would have been concerned but her near death experience had shaken something inside of her and she was disoriented. All that she could comprehend while they verbally battled with one another was that the one who Grimaldi called ‘brother’ refused to work with him any longer and from what she could see, chose to leave.

”We can help each other alright, if you catch my drift. But onto more important things, Shizukana! This stupid Espada who looks like he is freaking out for some reason.”

Had Shizukana not been slightly distracted by the discord between Grimaldi and what was turning out to be his disgruntled conjoined sibling, she feels like she would have been swept up in the fluster after having been shocked so severely given to her by the first words that Estarossa ever said to her. It was no secret that Shizukana Kurayami was by all accounts the picture of grace, elegance and most pointedly beauty and it’s because of this that she had developed an impressive cache of suitors but she has always kindly refused every caller. From bores to flirters there had only been one other man that had been able to catch the resolute woman’s feelings off guard, until Estarossa had made that rather direct remark and it made her wonder if she was more vulnerable than she thought. His failure to address her by her proper title did not go unnoticed by her but she was not concerned with it either, after all he was an Arrancar and she did not expect any hollow to show her the respect that a soul reaper was bound to. It was almost refreshing.
The Captain’s face burned as pink as a strawberry for a small moment before she took another second to promptly smack both of her cheeks and herself back to her senses which thoroughly dispelled the blush. Although, what Grimaldi and his monster discharged at herself and the peaceful Arrancar seconds later was surely enough to sober her.

“That power— was MINE.”

It was clear something of great importance had been stolen from Grimaldi by his sibling as he absconded, though she did not know what it was she knew his losing it had tremendously hindered him. To her immediate shock, the Cero that she had thought to be listless turned out to possess secret life when it unsuspectingly ignited and did away with the rest of the Chimera.

”Belcebú!!”

To her horror, another Cero was fired but this one was noticeably deformed and rancid but also significantly weaker than the twin masses that’d been foiled early on. Before she could react and attempt to avoid it, she looked on in awe as Estarossa poised himself and ‘took’ the full brunt of the attack from the Espada in her place. In a startling turn of events, Grimaldi’s cero was then devoured by Estarossa’s oddity of an ability that she noted he’d aptly called ‘Beelzebub’.

”Gravity huh?! Raw power and Gravity, I love it! You’d’ve made a great sparring opponent if it wasn’t for your piss poor taste in company!”

Hearing Estarossa announce and praise what sort of power he’d absorbed from the Espada did two things. The first was that It made Shizukana realize that when the peaceful Arrancar utilized his innate ability, he could decipher the various types and nature of an enemy’s attack. The second was that she had felt the weight of the manipulation of gravity many times before and she had trained with and had been taught by arguably the most experienced of its users so she was more well suited to battle against Grimaldi than she had initially thought.

”The only thing you truly own is your own body. But since you can’t even understand that much, it makes sense as to why you can’t be free. Shizukana, fight at your fullest potential, don't worry about me. And don’t expect me to follow your lead because I only follow myself and I don’t expect you or anyone else to follow me. Let’s just do what needs to be done.”

The captain listened to Estarossa speak of freedom in earnest but when he addressed her again, she could not help but ponder his last remark insisting that she do what she wants and not to expect him to follow her and that he did not expect her to follow him but part of this did not sit right with Shizukana. If they were to help one another in the fight to come and the fights that had yet to come then teamwork was going to be a vital thing for them to develop. The captain decided to herself that she would maintain a sense of what Estarossa was doing in combat so that she could assist him should she have needed to, and to look for key points in which she could deliver the most effective blows to their enemy. She would follow him anyway.

The first wave of the Espada’s attack had sliced the building below her feet in two, a fate she avoided by leaping up in the same fashion as the peaceful Arrancar. The downward slice missed both of it’s targets when Estarossa utilized his Sonido only to find himself crashing into another structure. Shizukana had chosen to do the same with her Shunpo but she landed as gently as she had arrived on the ground, clearing any buildings, and on the opposite side of him. Although she too increased the strength in which she executed her flash step, it was due to the experiences she had with the late and great Otokogi, her wonderful former teacher, that she was able to not only withstand but to circumvent Grimaldi’s overbearing gravity.

”Ugh, I might have to use Resurrección sooner than I thought. Yo! Shizu! Are you feeling like you need Bankai right now? Cause I’m feeling like we need it!”

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"Are you ready to accept my power?”


Shizukana’s thoughts became flooded with Yurusarezaru’s voice. He had been watching from the shadows of his cathedral and when the moment of need had finally presented itself, he made himself known.

It was time to do what needed to be done.

Shizukana’s head lowered, and when she lifted it it was evident that tears had begun to spill down the captain’s cheeks. Sadness had overcome Shizukana and it cut her so deeply that she’d started to cry.
Kurayami cried in silence for the children she had not been able to save. She cried for the loss that Grimaldi’s sibling would feel, even if he hated his brother and she cried for the loss of Grimaldi. She cried because she was being forced to do something she had never wanted to do and she cried for the sake of what would be broken inside of her once she had done it. She would have stopped there if she could have but, in times of war, no amount of mercy could exist no matter how badly she wanted to show it.

Putrid.

It was the only way to describe the feeling of Shizukana’s Reiryoku letting go of her self imposed seal. Those who could see the shape of a person’s spiritual power would bear witness to Shizukana’s body being encompassed by a violet decaying titan who’s size grew as it rose up from her feet. Skeletal, disgusting and repulsive was this manifestation of terribly immense power and a direct contrast to who Shizukana Kurayami was. With its arrival came the swamping of an abominable sensation, it was an impression that whoever was near her needed to get away by any means. It evoked something beyond fear for those on the battlefield, it was a truth.
It was Death.

With a shattered voice, Shizukana was barely able to whimper.

"Bankai.”

There was no thunder to announce the storm, nor lightning to embellish it and the rain began to fall. Dark clouds came together, overcasting the sun and blotting it out entirely. An eerie silence, a calm, settled on the skin of those in attendance. Yurusarezaru was grasped tightly in her hand, no longer a perpetually sealed Zanpakuto but instead an ornamented fan of illustrious purple feathers which she held near her torso and covered the lower half of her face with.

Every inch of Shizukana became instantly drenched in the rainfall. All who were unsheltered were but instead of its commonly steady pace, the escalation of the gravity in the area had caused a violent downpour and substantially increased the speed each drop fell as well as the strength of their impacts. While the water would harmlessly cascade off of Estarossa and the captain into puddles scattered around the ground, Grimaldi would observe a decidedly different effect once it made contact with both his spiritual power and his body.

The span of the storm extended to the whole of the southeast quadrant of the Seireitei and without means to evade the rainstorm, the use of both his Reiryoku and reiatsu rapturously declined and stole away the hope of unleashing more cero. He’d have been too busy writhing in confounded agony as his very body began to burn and melt away with the rain. This was the horrifying effects of her Bankai Hōkai No Bōfūu (崩壊の暴風雨, 'Rainstorm Of Decay.'), a Bankai so abhorrent that she was forbidden to use it within the territory of the Seireitei although in times of war, the line between what was forbidden and what was not became blurred. Normally, this was a relatively slow process, in which Shizukana would still have to contend with her dwindling opponent but because of Grimaldi’s own power the rate at which he dissolved was expeditive. Essentially, in his fury the Espada had sealed his own fate.
This Bankai was the bane of the unhallowed wars for Hollow-kind.
Like acid burning through flesh and hierro alike, one by one or all together his limbs dropped off of his body unceremoniously into the saturated dirt below due to them dying because of the lack of blood flowing through them now that the necrotic toxin had made contact with the Espada.

Under the force of this monsoon, spiritual power, flesh and bone dripped away and there was only one thing that Shizukana was moved to say to her adversary in his time of dying and she spoke them through her tears that had merged with the rain running down her face.

"I’m sorry.”​

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POSTING ORDER: Estarossa --> Shizukana --> Grimaldi​

 

[Itami]

As Grimaldi lunged towards them, the Arrancar known as Estarossa and the Captain Shizukana attempted to leap into the air. This was followed by the attempt to Sonido and Shunpo respectively to the opposite sides of Grimaldi. However, the blade of Calabozo was enriched with Grimaldi's reiatsu and the gravitational curse of his Aspect of Death. Escaping would not be so simple. Estarossa, reacting faster and more familiar with his own capabilities, managed to sonido out—though his trajectory skewed, the weight of gravitational pressure dragging at his limbs like spectral hands.

A savage, instantaneous reversal of gravity rippled outward—a black pulse that swallowed Shizukana’s ascent. Instead of soaring upward, she plummeted, the world snapping around her as if gravity had betrayed her. Her body twisted, her legs flailing—

—and directly below her, Calabozo’s cruel, emerald-edged arc surged.

Schlchhk!

Blood sprayed. Her right leg met the wicked blade in mid-fall, and in a single, precise cleave, it was severed cleanly from her body. The limb spiraled away, caught in the oppressive gravity that bent the air itself, her form thrown sideways as Grimaldi’s gravitational will flung her like a broken doll.

In the same instant, he twistedwith Sonido as Estaross'a was crash landing— In that instant, Grimaldi’s gravitational field flared with an insane force. A crushing, downward torrent struck like an anvil, slamming.... Shizukana's form.
the ground below her shattered, sending debris and dust spiraling into the air.

Grimaldi’s monstrous form lunged, a blur of savage motion.

The Captain had no time to register her severed limb or the agony that should have consumed her. Only the oppressive presence of Grimaldi above her, his speed overwhelming her senses.

His clawed hand surged forward, slamming into her abdomen—his palm pressed against her stomach with brutal force. His reiryoku surged, a pulse of sickly green-black energy coiling at his fingertips.

A blinding beam of corrupted emerald light erupted from his palm, tearing through her torso at point-blank range. Flesh, bone, and blood disintegrated in the beam’s wake, the force propelling Shizukana further into a scored crater, her form fading into sketched lines as light in emerald and black cascaded around her stomach.

But Grimaldi didn’t stop. He pivoted, eyes locking onto Estarossa’s impact crater.

“Two against one?” he spat. "Then die side by side!”

SOUTHWEST SEIREITEI
Posting Order: Grimaldi → Estarossa → Shizukana.

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[Kuvello]

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-Listen and Read-

Carnage was all that would be left in the wake of the invading Army. The Arconte, the Espada of Las Noches plundered what safety and security the Shinigami had reaped for themselves. Destruction, blood, and corpses filled the streets. Unseated Officers made into mincemeat just from the reiatsu these titans unleashed as both Shinigami and Arrancar unleashed their Zanpakuto. A lone figure of a man of short stature would sweep through the vacant streets of the Seireitei. His body bare, and flesh exposed. His emerald eyes would scan the streets, looking to the sky as it's vibrant blue hues cascaded down over the man, his skin becoming warm.

Traveling down the path, the intruder would find himself a group of Shinigami, all of them appearing to be frantic and coming to terms with everything that seemed to be happening at once. As a Giant Chimera had recently manifested and blown away a large portion of one of their strongholds. Now doubt the work of Grimaldi. Gazing to his right, he would see the sudden manifestation of a plushie as it made an announcement.

“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!”

Listening to the announcement that was made, the male would flash a smile as the message seemed to be broadcast in all areas of the Seireitei. Keeping to the shadows he would make his move, performing a Sonido as he manifested in the center of the group, their defenses exposed and their attention caught off guard as they all met their end in an instant as the male spun their heads seemingly in 180 degrees as their gargled voices soon drew quiet.

"Seems I had better get a change of wardrobe, I'd hate to get caught with my pants down."
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Sticking to his orders, the male would find himself adorned in the familiar black shihakusho, wielding a sword that was taken from one of his victims, while not his choice of weapons, it would suit him well. The male's pesquisa would pick up Grimaldi's location as it appeared he had found himself a captain, but not just any captain, this Reiatsu he knew all too well. This was the reiatsu of Shizukana Kurayami. The scourge of his existance before his enlistment, as well as a new signature that seemed to come out of no where.

"E-Estarossa.... He's not supposed to be alive....Antonio failed afterall..."

The male's eyes would widen to the sensation of his immeasurable Reiatsu. as it bore down upon his shoulders, not enough to effect him much, but it was apparent, like a foul stench in a small living space. Suddenly the sky would begin to grow dark as a wave of Reiatsu, no doubt from the Shinigami captain began to envelope him. Then the downpour of rain came. Looking to his hand he'd find that it was nothing more than just water. Performing a Sonido the male adorned within a shuhakusho would near the battlefield where Grimaldi seemed to be going toe to toe with both the Shinigami and Estarossa.

"Tch, that traitor. Doesn't he realize he's fighting his own kin? Perhaps the rumors of him and that whore working together back before the fall of La Soberania were true."

Bringing in a deep breath, the male would emit a piercing wail. The vibration of the scream reverberating throughout the entire southeastern Seireitei, but its effects could be felt across the entirety of the region. As the bellow seemed to tear a rift in the clouds above, granting Grimaldi an opening of relief as the sunlight began to cascade over the area. The Vagido would not only shift the attention of Shizukana and Estarossa away from Grimaldi, but also generate a devastating shockwave of the likes rivaled that of a massive Cero, despite not completely vaporizing everything within it's path. The ground would shake as nearby walls and buildings would collapse, the very structure of the reishi in the area would find itself shuffled a bit, as the very foundation of the ground beneath them began to crag and give way.
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[HankMoody]

"We weep when the job is complete, never before."

The echoing sounds of battle cries filled the air, with smoke and rubble littering the formerly narrow but clean streets of the Seireitei. Clashes of reiryoku and reiatsu infested the atmosphere. Squads of Shinigami move as they try to repel the rising threat of the invading Arrancars, struggling to protect the sanctity and integrity of the Seireitei they all hold so dear. Entire divisions lay in waste from the various blasts of stray reiatsu, the divisions; First, Ninth, Tenth, and Thirteenth have all been decimated, with their respective divisions members scattered across and underneath every fallen piece of sekiseki fighting for not only their lives but for the survival of the Seireitei it would seem. With the Kidō Corps also thrown into catastrophe, little aid could be measured with the Seireitei’ leading spiritual arsenal specialists, leaving the frontline Shinigami left to fend for themselves as the figurative sky would continue to fall from from above them. With all the death, destruction and heavy offensive presence, the gods that governed death still fought, with both tooth and nail, steps towards death door with inches towards the final cliff, with their fighting resolve vanishing within these grim hours. However, a final line would need to be drawn into the sand. Calls from the frontline men and women still trying to find the bodies of their fallen comrades, rallying the living to fight back against a single force, a single entity. The Arrancars possessed great power, each one with a potential combined strength of one singular division including its Captain. Every single foot soldier, to nearly every seated officer, was defeated. Bleak was but one single word one could use to describe the state of the situation brewing within the Soul Society. Hope seemed lost, morale low, and the injuries and deaths multiplied by the number.

“Come on!! Move fast and don't look back! We must return to Third Seat Shihōin for further orders” Called an authoritative voice, the scholarly department buildings upon the grounds of the Shinōreijutsuin (真央霊術院, Spiritual Arts Academy) was reduced to nothing less than debris, no, shrapnel. Not even the most boastful flame could have wrought this much wreckage, a sight to behold from the once hallowed foundation of death gods. The lead teaching shinigami, although most were indisposed as during this time of year were midterms and highly weighted examinations. Having been busy marking all the tests and grading the scores, with the sudden shock of the blast emanated from a great distance, capturing the attention of the study-hall bound educators from the far distance of the Northeast Seireitei. The Third Division was responsible for the safety and administration of the curriculum for every student, and thus, took measures to ensure the survival of the future class of Shinigami. In the purview of some shinigami, the protection and safety of the future generation of death gods were not only paramount but an important phase within the delicate cycle of balance that they sought to keep within the many traditions that the shinigami hold. Who would take the place of the fallen soldiers of the battle or even the next? Who would exercise the souls trapped in the purgatory between the current world and the next? Ensuring that the old ways are at the very least never forgotten, allowing for the foundations of new traditions to be built upon the existing ones? This cycle must be kept going, it was an important, yet overlooked process in the foundation of what begets a proper shinigami. Bearing all of this mind…

The Seireitei was attacked, major casualties took place, and the unity among the death gods was nonexistent. A true shame and incredible show of a lack thereof a united force, the enemies now believing that the Shinigami army is nothing more than a house of cards meant to be simply blown down with the relaxed exhale of an enemy breath. “A shame.” a voice spoke. The authoritative voice around the area he stood, however it looked nothing greater than a mound of dirt, a large collection of unrecognizable history. One would take a look around and be shocked that this used to be the birthplace of shinigami. The male stood about eighty yards across from what used to be the Shin’ō Academy, atop a column of buildings that seemingly avoided destruction and death. He watched as battle would soon be waged between the Captain of the Fifth Division and two unidentified reiryoku signatures, sinister in feeling, however one could never mistake them for hollows, powerful beasts that dwell in the darkness of Hueco Mundo and travel through the tears of realities fabric to harass and stalk their prey, with a third filing in that he could sense. Not alone, he was with an entourage of several tenured teachers, a dozen in their company, all skilled in one area or many. They all watched, but remained prepared for any action. The bald, tall one in the middle, dark-skinned with rising rage behind calm eyes. His spiritual energy leaked through the area, not allowing himself to be hidden. Anyone who knew where to find him, would know exactly where he would be.

“Third Seat Shihōin! The academy Is destroyed, the students….the…the students…they--” he uttered sadly, he was out of breath by the time reached his superior, looking to relay all the information of the battlefield thus far before being stopped by a single open palm. He didn't want to hear about a single damn thing. The time for action only remained.

“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!”

Multiple mod souls swiftly went around and presented one sticker for every man amongst them, then without hesitation, the stuffed-animal souls slapped stickers on everyone's exposed extremities, Yūichiro included. They then vanished almost as quickly as they appeared, the men all looked confused, but the deputy academic director of the academy did not share this same expression. He then began to slowly walk towards the battlefield, removing the upper portion of his shihakushō, revealing his finely chiseled body. Reiatsu swelled around him, softly, then violently. Air became cold, but would cause a strange sensation to those around him who were near, seemingly simulating the feeling of cold sweats to anyone who was unready to experience the drowning feeling of rising tide. Only those familiar with the ways of the third seated officer, calm like still water, but carry a rage that burns like hellfire beneath the blue deep. Arguably the most dedicated man in the Seireitei, he adored his students, teaching and above all else, the carrying on of tradition “Yūichirō, where are you going…?” one man asked him. Without stopping, or seemingly acknowledging him, he simply unsheathed his blade and stopped just short before the clouds came down with darkness and rain.

“Bankai…”

Soon, the weight of the expanding darkness grew heavier, and heavier, almost seeming to anchor the clouds to their current position. A loud wail could be heard through the immediate vicinity, loud, but given the distance still between him and the immediate battle field, he would hear the scream, but the distance between the epicentre and the standing platoon with the accumulation of water from the bankai formed a wall of fluid in the form of a sphere. The sound traveled through the growing water, even anchoring his body to the ground, disallowing for any force or momentum from the gust of the wail to even bring him off his feet or any of his men. The sound itself would then be drowned out as the water in the atmosphere seemingly accumulates with great speed, coagulating into a flowing and floating mass of ocean in the form of an uneven orb with swirling vortexes on the surface. Growing from the ground they walked, then watched as it lifted itself high in the air, eclipsing the sun further keeping the sky darkened, and damp with the rain continuing to fall uninterupted. Yūichirō, now hands-free from his weapon now taking new form, his yellow hues now brightened by the growth of his spiritual prowess. This was the birth of Umibōzu Hitama (海坊主干珠, Sea Monk's Tide Ebbing Jewel). He felt ready, even in the face of uncertainty and ready to assist Captain Shizukana to stave off the arrancar invaders.

“Find the living, fight the dead.” was all he said to his team. They all looked confused except for one man, who knew instantly what he meant. And with that he vanished. One man looked at the other and asked “What did he mean by that? They’re still alive.” he argued. The other shinigami shook his head as if he were a disappointed parent, before explaining what the third seat meant. “Fight the living invaders, show them why they were dead upon arrival.” was all he said in response.

Reappearing within the next second, directly behind to one of the invaders, the speed of his shunpo heightened by the activation of his bankai, with reiatsu coursing through every inch of his body. In the same blink as he arrived, he was armed with a highly pressurized tendril of water twirling at an incalculable speed while upholding the very same incalculable length and strength. Already mid-swing, he lashes the water whip in a swift blur while still connected to the damp sun, towards the already in motion hound-like beast, clad with a scythe to mock the reapers that they invaded, the instructor could only see a cold irony. His lunging attack would be halted in its entirety, as the weight of the reiatsu of both the bankai and its master would slam the hollow down from the air straight into the ground. With the emerald arc of reiatsu cancelled, the ‘pull’ of his adversaries own power would further add to this downfall as the weight of the whip in Yūichirō’ possession would only further anchor his descent as he becomes trapped in a narrow swirling vortex. He would fit shoulder to shoulder if trapped successfully, and then quickly transported through the whirlpool to be directly added to the true bankai as if he were sucked into a vacuum like lint or dirt. In the same motion, he cracked the whip back in its own recoil at alarming speed and innate mastery, allowing for its downward trajectory to snap itself back upwards, towards the childlike hollow also in the vicinity, striking him from the left side of his blind spot. The force of the impact would be met with the same as the dog currently on leash, with he too becoming trapped and swept into a tight vortex leading to their wet demise

As he approached the Captain and battlefield, he glanced very quickly to understand the direct scope of the situation. Three arrancar present, one appearing to be an ally, the others hostile and ready to kill. Numbers favored them, but raw power was not in their corner. They would all need to coordinate this fight well in order to survive and potentially kill their adversaries. He used his free arm to then queue up reiatsu to power his next move, maybe a kido? He was now in the thick of things, ready to aid all present who called themselves friendly. His senses remaining ready, and muscles ready to twitch with immediate action. “And once again, we have stepped into battle…”

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Location: Southeast Seireitei
Posting Order: Grimaldi Uzziel-Ortiz → Estarossa Sangrados → Shizukana Kurayami → Kuvello Placidé → Yūichirō Shihōin (?)

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[Adonai]

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Estarossa holds his hands up as the rain “water” washes over him, eventually looking up at the clouds above. A Bankai that can alter the weather, he looks towards the horizon and the clouds stretch all the way towards it. The only way to escape would be to go straight up, but that would mean going head on against the downpour itself. A mouth opens up on his palm, drinking up the rain allowing him to analyze it. The mouth closes and he runs his fingers through his hair, laughing nervously.

”Glad I’m not on the receiving end of this, that's for certain.”

He does hear her say sorry to Grimaldi, he has no opinion on her saying that, not even a remark about or quip. He himself doesn’t understand what she has to be sorry for, this Arrancar came here, killed innocent Shinigami by punching down. He gets what he deserves. Estarossa is also relieved that he doesn’t have to use his release just yet. Given the effects of the rain and the rate of its downpour Grimaldi didn’t have much time left to fight and it seems like he focused all of it on attacking Shizukana directly, not a bad idea but it is a desperate one at best. From what Estarossa knows, captains don’t tend to get knocked down that quickly. He was ready to make a move when suddenly an ear piercing screech rings out in the area, the vibrations of it cutting bone deep. Estarossa heard the voice behind it and recognized it leaping between the shockwave and Shizukana, raising one of his hands up.

A Cero promptly forms then erupts violently leaving only its destructive power to be unleashed and counter against this part of the shockwave, protecting himself and Shizukana. This was his Anarquía Cero (Lit. Zero Anarchy/ Hollow Flash Anarchy), a type of Cero he developed that removes the need for the beam and only keeps the destructive properties. It is better utilized at close range given that it cannot travel very far but by stripping it down to only its explosive power makes this Cero hard to defend against. It also works well as an impromptu defense as well, as he has just demonstrated here. Another Bankai is activated near them Estarossa takes note of it briefly as he looks towards the source of the Vagido that was just used.

”Never thought you would stoop this low, Kuvello. We’ve had our differences but I didn’t think you were this much of a follower… If I knew your convictions were this weak I would have killed you decades ago…”

Estarossa is saddened by the revelation that Kuvello is indeed working side by side with these Arrancar. He holds up his hand, his palm facing downward and an orb of dark Reiryoku forms and spits out a sword, not just any sword, Estarossa’s Zanpakuto. He grabs it and before he moves forward he hears someone approaching them, the other Shinigami that had just used Bankai. He looks back at him, looking him right in the eye.

”We aren’t gonna have any problems, you and I, are we? Cause I’m not here to fight Shinigami, not today. I’m-”

He stops speaking as something catches his attention, he looks to the west and frowns. He looks over at what he assumes to be Kuvello then back to the west.

”Shit, they are getting carried away. Alright then, gotta finish up here first then grab them.”

Estarossa starts walking towards Kuvello then breaks out into a sprint before vanishing with Sonido. He reappears above him, the sword pulled back with his right hand and his left hand extended towards Kuvello, his palm facing him with Reiryoku swirling within. But it is not the Reiryoku swirling within his palm Kuvello should worry about but the point of the blade that Estarossa lunges with attempting to pierce right through his head.

”You should have kept better company you little shit!”

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[Deleted member 65]

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Captain Kurayami’s attempt to dodge Grimaldi’s Scythe went unhindered, the oppression of his gravity occurred, his blade cut the base of her haori only leaving a tattered white strip of cloth to settle alone and abandoned into one of the scores of puddles littering the area.
No limb of her's was sundered, the image likely a by-product of the delusion that would be suffered due to the unimaginable agony the Espada would find himself engulfed by once her Bankai commenced.
The oppression of gravity occurred and once she responded in kind…she spoke those truly controversial words.

The rain began to fall.

"I’m sorry.”

”Glad I’m not on the receiving end of this, that's for certain.”

Estarossa’s apathy at her expression was warranted although many others would have surely had a much more visceral response but Grimaldi was not the only person she lamented for this day. This was not only for his sake.
She felt it begin in her chest, a cold weight pressing against her lungs and a tightness behind her ribs like roots growing inward. The pain built slowly, as it always did. It did not rush her. It waited. It knew. Around her in all directions, the battlefield screamed. Steel clashed. Orders were shouted. Lives broke open and apart at the same time. The enemy pushed forward like a tide that did not care what it drowned. They would not stop.

So neither would she.

She breathed once, slowly, as if this were meditation. As if peace could exist within the violence that she was about to unleash and then she let go. Clouds twisted unnaturally, curling in on themselves, heavy and dense. The air became thick, then still. A hush fell over the field.

It was not beautiful nor was it merciful. It fell in sheets, hissing on contact, eating through flesh, meat and bone. Soldiers without her blessings on the battlefield hers, theirs, it didn’t matter Yurusarezaru’s Bankai did not choose but it obeyed her command and only her command and her command was: end this.
In all cases like the one before her, she did not flinch as she watched and they melted. They crumbled.
The rain took them and left nothing but dark, brittle outlines of where bodies once were. The Captain stood at the eye of it all entirely untouched but not at all unharmed. Every soul the rain claimed tore something from her. She felt them pass. She knew she could not save them for sadly, that was never the point.

This was not vengeance.
This was not rage.
This was duty.

The Zanpakuto Spirit had once told her no one else could wield his power without losing themselves and in this rare moment she knew that he was right but she would rather be the one to carry this burden than let someone else wield it without sorrow or respect.
The Captain breathed and for every breath she took, she remembered there was a life that no longer could. So her apology was to anyone and everyone who's lives had been claimed by her Bankai.

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As thunder growled across the blackened sky, the air boasted a malevolent energy. A coldwind swept over the battlefield, as it had finally come, the necrotic rain.
(Hōkai No Bōfūu (崩壊の暴風雨, 'Rainstorm Of Decay.')

Unlike the way it was considered to be by the distant enemy, the one named Kuvello Placide, It wasn’t nature’s bountiful water that fell freely onto his skin but a caustic, shadow-laced drizzle that shimmered like jewels under a dying sun. Each drop hissed upon impacting a particularly unprotected body, releasing faint wisps of vapor in the process.
The storm showed no mercy to those caught unaware beneath it.

Once meant to obliterate armies, It was an extinction event highly effective against hollow in particular as it was intended to wipe out as many Hueco Mundo adversaries as possible in the shortest amount of time. It was so potent, in fact, that it even burned through reinforced Hierro with ease. Once an opponent had been condemned, Ceros fizzled out upon ignition and spells disobeyed their casters by refusing to be conjured. Then, Reiryoku and Reiatsu as well as an opponent's body simultaneously and rapidly decayed until ultimately ceasing to exist altogether as inevitably, those limbs or affected flesh dropped off completely dying due to the lack of the flow of blood in the body.
Warriors clutched their weapons in horror as the rain gnawed through armor, cloth, and flesh alike not with heat, but with an otherworldly erosion that tortured the physical and tore at the soul.

In the past, enemies cried out, their forms wasted away as if the very essence of their vitality was being drawn out, leaving behind nothing but brittle husks that would eventually dissolve into nothingness. At the center of it all stood the conjurer in a now shredded Haori that was violently billowing and her rose-colored eyes set aglow with the pale fire of unholy command as her Bankai rewrote nature’s fury into something far more terrifying.

Those unlucky enough to meet this gruesome act of demise were those who were without the fail-safe protection of the various stickers personally placed into the hands of her fellow Shinigami as well as the innocent souls of the Rukongai. This of course entailed Grimaldi, who had additionally hastened his fate by his own nefarious doings.
As well as, the newly appearing Kuvello who had failed to properly apply one of the stickers he’d stolen off of one of his victims in an attempt to follow the universal directions her stuffed agents had graciously provided.

Those who had obeyed the orders of the fifth division and also dwelled within the southeastern quadrant of the Seireitei were spared from this penalty of lethality. Even the corpses that had not been saved from death would not suffer the disgrace of their bodies melting away with each drop of Yuresarezaru’s puritanical showers. Her earlier decision to provide Estarossa with one of her safety inducing stickers had also paid off quite handsomely.

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Shizukana had been fully focused upon punishing Grimaldi for his transgressions and was not letting up on the force of the rain even though she’d just as instantly clocked yet another enemy Arrancar’s arrival. This time, she fully recognized his ancient signature from a time she’d have preferred to have forgotten. Kuvello Placide, who was debatably the rigamarole right hand of the Primera and thorn in the side of all condemned to be confronted by him. If she had been a woman who craved the bitter sweet taste of nostalgia she’d have recalled memories of herself and the trouble maker clashing blades amongst the chaos of the distant unhallowed wars.

It was not just him she sensed but it was his first attack that cut down crowds of soul reapers and then a well-timed Vagido which was sent as a shock-wave of concussive power meant to disrupt and disorient herself and Estarossa and the newly arrived deputy from focusing their efforts on Grimaldi.
The likelihood of this working would have been extremely high if it had not been Shizukana Kurayami that had been among its targets.

The Captain of the fifth division was one who valued the calm and collection of calculation instead of impulse or reactivity. Having served the Seireitei in countless battles as well as having experienced the horrors of a great war before, it would be no wonder that she remained unshaken and would have even if the peaceful Arrancar had not leapt between herself and the sonic attack and effectively blown it away with a clever trick of his own in the form of a strange Cero she'd not seen before.
Even though Estarossa had made a point to mention he was not going to follow her or expect her to follow him, perhaps it was a hint of gratefulness for being left out of what her Bankai had to offer, but he had gone out of his way to protect her and this deed did not go unnoticed by Shizukana.
Almost as soon, he had vanished in order to confront Placide but she remained poised to continue to combat Grimaldi through what would surely be the final throes that would lead to his death. If she had learned anything in her time as the fifth division captain often forced to corner unruly and evil Hollow it had been that a cornered beast with nothing but death to look forward to was at its most dangerous.

After he had displayed this technique it inspired Shizukana to fill her own ears with the water drooling down from her soaking locks of blue hair. Together, it pooled in each ear and created a permanent insulator utilizing the elite manipulation of her spiritual power to alter the density of the newly fashioned aquatic earplugs and reinforce their protective capability.

All of this done, without losing sight of the fight before her. In addition to this, although the other Arrancar's shout offered Kuvello a moment of respite from the torrential downpour, no such reprieve was given to the Espada Grimaldi.
As soon as she felt clouds parting, Kurayami dedicated the immediate fluctuation of her Reiryoku and sealed the opening to stop it from reaching her current opponent’s position. Not even a single sticker remained in the immediate vicinity to provide salvation for the Espada, a fact he could thank his savagery and widespread destruction for.

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To her surprise she had also noticed a fourth arrival to the party so to speak. It was a signature she was not completely familiar with although she had likely met him many times before. Sleeping for two long years had taken its toll on her memory but she was elated he had come to aid her either way. As he lashed his sinister Bankai’s whip at the decaying wolf Espada before them, commanding the beast to back away and submit to his end, she could not help but feel the desire to leave him to continue guiding the Espada’s soul to its resting place without her so that she would be able to follow Estarossa and assist him against Kuvello thereby protecting the fifth division's fresh asset.

Alas, she did not yet because she knew it was imperative that she remained where she was to ensure bringing Grimaldi down and avenging the damage he had done and the lives he had taken at last. After all, Something told her that Estarossa could hold his own until she was able to get to him.

“Keep your wits about you! This one conducts gravity not unlike your predecessor.”

Shizukana spoke to the Dean of the Academy of course, of the late and great Otokogi who was known for his insurmountable utilization of Gravity’s forces. At one time he was the leader of the third division and so her hope had been that he had experienced the old man's abilties which would only make him better suited to combat Grimaldi alongside her.​

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Posting Order: Grimaldi Uzziel-Ortiz → Kuvello Placidé → Yūichirō Shihōin → Estarossa Sangrados → Shizukana Kurayami →?​

 

[Itami]

The necrotic rainfall should have marked the end.
Grimaldi should have melted.
But nothing about this center of attraction had ever followed a script.

The moment Shizukana’s Bankai surged to consume him, Grimaldi’s subconscious—the chained soul of a mad Hollow wrapped in centuries of survival instinct—reacted.
Reality bent.

His innate gravitational aura condensed violently, collapsing into a singular point at the epicenter of his body. This wasn’t defense—it was inversion. The downpour that sought to melt him met a sudden redirection of space. Reiryoku flux spiraled into an unnatural gravity well, not halting the acidic rain, but reorienting it. A field of gravitational deviation, just shy of true singularity, contorted the trajectory of each droplet.
They missed him.

Or rather, they missed where he was. Elaine, torn from his form with a scream, took the initial brunt, his limbs dissolving in caustic agony, his unwilling sacrifice buying Grimaldi the half-second needed.

And then the rain vanished.
Not from the sky—but from his presence. Redirected into every shattered window, every cracked wall, every alcove where the wounded dared take shelter.
They screamed.

Silhouettes burned into stone. Shinigami—those not marked by Shizukana’s mercy—fell victim to the rain now rethreaded through Grimaldi’s wrath. The scent of melted flesh and spirit ash filled the battlefield.

He didn’t care.
He wanted her to see.

And as he moved—blood trailing, shoulder torn, vortex currents slicing at his path—a memory split the veil of now.

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[FLASHBACK: THE UNHALLOWED WARS]

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Hueco Mundo burned.
Not with flame, but with death.
Hundreds of years prior, beneath the twilight of a shattered sky, the rain had fallen once before.

Grimaldi remembered. He had been younger—still monstrous, but unrefined. He and his siblings—Quinn and Elaine—had joined the ranks of Hollowkind in a battle they did not start. Allies of convenience. Survivors, only barely.
They had sought to turn the tide of the Unhallowed War—to find purpose, perhaps. Instead, they found her.

A woman clad in moonlight and cyan , wielding sorrow like a sword.

The rain had fallen then, too. A younger Shizukana Kurayami, eyes wide with duty, had unleashed her Bankai on the battlefield of Las Arenas Perdidas.
It had melted entire armies. Gillians liquefied mid-roar. Arrancar screamed and vanished into ash. And they, the trio of Grimaldi, had run.
But Grimaldi stopped.

"We don’t run," he had said, his voice gravel and pride.

"We die," Quinn snapped, already coughing blood.

"Not if we become one."

Elaine had hesitated. But Grimaldi didn’t ask twice.
They fused. And fused again. Bones snapping, energy intertwining. Quinn's intellect, Elaine's instincts, and Grimaldi's core hunger merged. Gravity bent.
And the rain bent with it.

They did not stop Shizukana then. But they survived her.

That day, he learned:
It wasn’t about overpowering the rain.
It was about outlasting it.

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Now, in the present, Grimaldi lowered his arms.
The green lightning flickered.
Then dimmed.

His skin, what remained, began to blacken.
Fingertips decayed. Veins darkened. The cost of touching her rain—of unfusing from Elaine too late.

He had let the droplets land.
And he knew.

Seven seconds.
That was all he had.

Seven seconds until the end.

He moved.

Through the thick of screams and Estarossa’s counterblast against the Vagido’s ripple, Grimaldi lunged. Collapsing gravity beneath his feet propelled him through Yūichirō’s descending tendrils, ripping through vortex currents like a cannonball skipping across a storm tide. He was struck—his shoulder slashed, his body wrenched—but his course remained unbroken.

Blood trailed behind him, but he was not done.
Shizukana, standing poised in judgment, had turned her gaze. Estarossa had dashed forward.
The moment stretched.

And in that breath—Grimaldi vanished.
A sonido born of collapsing matter—no sound, no light, no warning.

He appeared just behind Shizukana, his form cloaked in the remnants of spatial debris. His skin was burned, yes. His hierro was cracked. But his killing intent was pure, absolute.

One claw forward.
One palm flat.

No scythe.
Just pressure.

He spoke—not a word, not a sentence—but a command. Instant and immediate, the blood from his wound pooling into his hand after having traveled down the length of his arm during the sonido.

"Gran-Rey Cero."

A hyper-condensed pulse surged from his hand. Not a blast. There was no charge up, no scream, no dramatics. There was a crush, a squelch, the immediate shift in sound to warbling of matter bending around the contents of Shizukana's body. Every atom in a meter-wide sphere behind her spine collapsed inward. Bones. Lungs. Reiryoku pathways.

Compression.

The intent was not to kill.
It was to erase.
To reduce her midsection into an imploding crater of spiritual density.

And as he released it, Grimaldi snarled—

"My death… will taste like yours."v

He didn’t wait for the outcome.
He let the gravity drop.

And fell with it, into the battlefield’s cracked surface—just as Yūichirō’s second strike arced to intercept him.

Stone exploded. A crater formed.
Only a sinking void. A gravitational rift, pulling debris—and blood—into its heart.

Everything in a fifty meter radius would honeycomb into hex grids and then fold inward on Grimaldi as the absolute peak of his reiatsu and reiryoku aimed to destroy it all. Bodies would be crushed under pressure thought to be insane—no thoughts, no second chances, just immediate loss of consciousness. No pain. Estarossa, Shizukana, Kuvello, Yūichirō—all of them would be thrown into the center of this sinkhole forming, unless they had methods to escape or overpower this final attack.

And then—
After exactly seven seconds.

The tightness of the world bent backward. The warbling stopped.

Pressure expanded upward.

And air could be taken again.

The green lightning that sparked chaotically in the black spiral of death shattered.

And the sun, exposed, if Shizukana had fallen to the Cero and gravity well, if not the black rain would once more consume the field.

Grimaldi stood at the center.
Arms outstretched, longer than they should be.
His body sparked, flickering with dying regeneration.

"Seven seconds," he rasped, his voice cracked glass and blood.

"I did what I could with it.

I'm not sorry.

I do not forgive you."

And then he fell to his knees, the black rain beginning to consume what was left.
until he too was nothing but a outline of decay, where once stood the hunger of Hueco Mundo.

SOUTHWEST SEIREITEI
Posting Order: Grimaldi Uzziel-Ortiz → Kuvello Placidé → Yūichirō Shihōin → Estarossa Sangrados → Shizukana Kurayami

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[Kuvello]

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-Listen and Read-

The tides of this war seemed to ebb and flow. The sensations of waning reiatsu would be picked up by many. So too were the sensations of newly awakened reiatsu signatures as a bankai was activated nearby. The rain that fell upon the region began to reveal the sheer lethality, a lethality that Kuvello had witnessed before, but thankfully hadn't come into contact with before. As the torrent's fall began to shift toward the gravitational singularity that was the husk of Grimaldi. The Intruder would find that the rain had done little more than soak him from head to toe. Sensations of pain would flood his senses before a thick cloud of steam would emit from his flesh. The sticker proved useless, or perhaps had he applied it incorrectly?
”Never thought you would stoop this low, Kuvello. We’ve had our differences but I didn’t think you were this much of a follower… If I knew your convictions were this weak I would have killed you decades ago…”

The sudden shift in the atmosphere would draw the intruder's attention as he found himself flying through the air as he found himself to be grappled with a tendril made of water.

”You should have kept better company you little shit!”

The next motion would work in tandem as the visage of Estarossa flooded the intruder's vision as the dull sound of his zanpakuto piercing through his skull could be heard. The green eyes of the male would roll back. However, before Estarossa could pull the blade from the "defeated" The green eyes of Kuvello would shift back down as they met Estarossa's.

-Gift of God-

Finger's would begin to emerge from the wound, as they began to peel away the carved flesh, granting themselves access, as flesh began to coagulate from around the blade, as it began to slink up the length of it, securing it in place so that Estarossa could not remove it. Thanks to the Left Arm's ability to evolve and adapt. The intruder found himself able to metastasize, regenerating himself like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. A creature that had experienced Shizukana's Bankai, and now adapted to neutralize her neurotoxin and it's acidic effects. The amalgamation of flesh, bone, and fingers would materialize around Estarossa. That's then a second visage of Kuvello would enter into the fray, donning a sticker upon his cheek. This visage too, sporting a Shihakusho, as it carved through the tendril of water, allowing the group of Estarossa, the newly birthed visage, and the impaled intruder to continue their battle elsewhere as their trajectory was altered from being taken in by the large planetoid ocean that was Yuichiro's bankai.

As the newly arrived "shinigami" appeared, he'd share a glance with Grimaldi as he seemed to deliver his last Gran Rey Cero to the spine of Shizukana. Should this final sending prove successful as the Segunda had intended, it would greatly alleviate the nuisance that was this rain. However, it seemed this side of the Seireitei was the splash zone for those who possessed water-based Zanpakuto. Truly a location where Cordelia would benefit from the most. Though this visage was not one to complain, let alone speak. His back would turn from the direction of Grimaldi and Shizukana, his emerald eyes beholding the large sphere of water as he motioned to Sonido to the reiatsu signature's location.

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"Things seem to be getting heated up in the Seireitei. I take it you all are ready to drop in at the command?"

The Primera would turn from the Garganta as it began to close, as he was granted a bird eye view into the events transpiring. His gaze shifting to three silhouettes as they seemed to occupy a space outside of the Garganta, Hueco Mundo, and the Seireitei. The blue sky and seemingly infinite expanse of wasteland would signal their true location to those that knew of this place.

"It appears the Segunda Espada, as he used to be, is no more, and Valiosa has activated her Resurrección. Our official arrival will act as the harbinger of Seireitei's Demise. However, we must wait until the right time. As it stands, I have deployed some...distractions to keep our "friends" busy, and to aid our regimen. Remember what the Shinigami have taken from us, let it be remembered that we were victorious."

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[TherosAestas]

Only monsters would rain down death upon the young and defenseless, those that were still learning to harness their power. A retrieval party made quick work of retrieving the deceased and injured from the Kido Corps. They were quick, efficient, emotionless, everything a soldier needed to be in the time of war. They collected them all along with their zanpakuto. A few wondered if the kido scrolls had been secured before this fate befell them. Three split off from the pack, combing through the rubble for any sign of anything else that needed to be whisked away to safety.

The rest of the shinigami dispatched to this sector of the Seireitei moved slowly, silent, holding back the anger that rose within them as they made their way through what remained of Shino Academy. The creature that did this was truly a monster. Far fewer students were retrieved and rushed off to Fourth than were solemnly carried back to Eighth Division. Plenty of pristine academy uniforms were now ruined by blood and dust. Not a word was said by anyone. They simply came in, retrieved what they came for, and left. The trek back to Eighth Division felt long and painful. The next generation, though not entirely gone, has been thoroughly ravaged.

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