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That was the thing with the sand vermin that called themselves arrancar. They came to the seireitei with a brazen act of folly tainting their minds and yet even those that stood in the way of Oyuki found themselves to be nothing more than husk. Even when faced with insurmountable odds they found themselves grovelling for mercy or lack there of as some of those within the ranks of the shinigami had none to offer. Some of which were already showing just what that meant as even in the distance he had covered he could feel the presence of Taro’s own machinations at work. A sight to behold, waste brought manifest by men like Oyuki and Taro alike. While one brought destruction the other brought beauty leaving nothing to the imagination when it came to seeing just what the arrancar brought upon themselves. Even with his arrival within the southeast Seireitei amongst the rumble, the decay, and more importantly the rain even though fleeting in the presence of such fortitude. Despite the ever present feeling of everyone's spiritual pressure it would become apparent just who had arrived. Where puddles collected and the captain’s essence polluted the very earth these invaders called their battlefield they too would begin to feel the cold bite of winter nipping at their heels. Shizukana and Oyuki were something of a fated pair; a woman who never thought violence was an option and a man who thought violence was the only way one could prove their worth.
Their worth…?
Just how much were their lives worth to them if they were willing to stand in the way of the shinigami effort to keep the world in balance. This was akin to flooding the valley in hopes of protecting the dam but with any open eyes one knew that both were acts of folly. Nature ran its course without remorse for what humanity had to offer in rebuttal. Nature was a beast always untamed no matter how hard one tried to carve it in their own image it would prevail. Even with fleeting downpour the droplets that fell from the sky could find themselves becoming an aggressive dance of snow. Where bees danced gracefully and flies floundered in a mockery of their counterparts' beauty, so did the snow that fell from the sky upon Oyuki’s arrival. The hado they found themselves escaping from a vibrant embrace upon the land leaving even Oyuki’s passing presence steamed by its luminance. The rain water that had collected in puddles reduced to a mirrored sheen reflecting the light onto open skies as it met its mark. Just the same Oyuki’s image was gone upon its fruition, his image chasing after his captain like a dog chasing its tail. His form just as quickly as it arrived leaving a brief snowfall in his wake.
Make them pay the debt they owe…
Where Shizukana and Yuichiro were putting their efforts into protecting themselves alongside Estarossa in order to aid their escape his senses were running rampant. This wasn’t merely a use of reikaku, it was almost as if Oyuki could reach out and touch them with how closely he was following their trail. His image a fleeting blur in the distance only accompanied by the frigid air and the merit of the Hado that had graced their collective presence. His captain likely felt just how close he was despite their proverbial distance as the air clearly became frigid with each passing moment. This only to be cut short by the subtle reality that set in as it became clear that amongst the chaos that was the Hado in question they were all fleeing from was that of another arrancar. Oyuki’s teeth grit with fervor; it was as if they were stealing one of his most prized possessions before his very eyes, yet something about the interaction seemed foreign even as they vanished into the Garganta before his very eyes. The eruption in the sky above splitting the clouds in a vibrant display of gore and discourse only prompted a sunken feeling within his chest. Michiya had both singlehandedly set a grandiose plan in motion that could save those less than capable of dispatching their foes on their own. Those beneath such strength needed this moment of grace to settle the score however Oyuki had already settled the score on his own. This olive branch from another division was easily a mark against his shadowed pride. The destruction of Michiya’s Hado left nothing to the imagination as to why it wasn’t sanctioned just the same as to why individuals such as Oyuki and Taro alike were so collected yet fanatical in their ideals. They were the beast you wanted at your disposal but never at your neck. A moment was all he needed to find his captain once again and that was all his enemy was going to be given when the need arose again.
The arrancar that found herself attempt to be rid of the fifth division was nothing more than the start of the trophaeum Oyuki was going to build with their corpses. It was likely the captain had come to the same conclusion that Oyuki had. They were in possession of pieces of the Soul King. If he could stand in the face of such a force and walk away what exactly was stopping him from doing until there was nothing left. Bringing the scum that crawled from the muddled sands they called home to their knees. They were going to be under the weight of winter without remorse. If it could bring extinction upon fauna and flora alike in the human world they were going to be no different. Had anyone even been tracking him they could find his image fleeting all the same chasing after the next adornment for the trophaeum he was building. Their bodies would adorn it just the same as the traitors who fled to Hueco Mundo had done. The moment an inkling of his captain’s essence emerged Shizukana would soon find Oyuki on the precipice of what was like to be a tipping scale only balanced by her welcomed spiritual embrace. Whoever was responsible for her departure was going to have to explain with more than a simple greeting and apology.
Give it back…
[To Central Seireitei]
