Southwest Seireitei

[Itami]

The halberd found its mark. Emillia’s precision had been lethal, her strength undeniable—but what should have ended the fight instead began something far more dangerous.

The moment the blade pierced Jinnosuke’s back, it did not find soft tissue or yield beneath the Arrancar’s force. Instead, it ground against something dense, hardened—not by Hierro, but by the mastery of spiritual muscle control. For a Shinigami of his caliber, a Spirit Class 2, Jinnosuke’s reiryoku was no longer just a reservoir of power. It was an extension of his anatomy. The moment her blade touched flesh, he surged his reiryoku inward—compressing it, tempering his body from the inside out, muscle fibers tightening around the blade like iron clamps. This wasn't instinct. This was decades of honed training, a Journeyman of Hakuda and Zanjutsu married with an understanding of spiritual resilience that bordered on the heretical.

Before the halberd could reach anything vital, a metallic clang rang out. It was the shaft of Emillia’s weapon being knocked off course—not by luck, but by Jinnosuke’s chain. With perfect timing, the whip-like length of Asahi-Yūgure struck the weapon just enough to alter its path, redirecting its momentum a few centimeters to the side. It wasn’t enough to stop the blow, but it was enough to spare his lung. Still, the blade skewered his flank, bursting through the side of his abdomen in a spray of blood.

Blood painted the air like crimson mist. Omoni would see it and assume the worst—he hoped she would. He had to sell it.

The chain, having ricocheted off Emillia’s weapon, flicked with precision—its tip etched with a hairline fracture of energy, where reiryoku had been momentarily channeled to interfere with the weapon’s spiritual stability. Were one to inspect her blade, they would find the tiniest of cracks along the shaft—not enough to hinder performance, but enough to make removal difficult. Any attempt to twist or retract the blade would now meet with the full pressure of Jinnosuke’s reiryoku-forged musculature, making her weapon feel stuck in stone.

And then…

He moved.

Jinnosuke’s free hand gripped the chain for the first time—not the floating, ghostly weightless drag it had been—but as though it were his own arm. The reiryoku in his muscles surged like a dam bursting, his body no longer holding back. With one swing, the chain coiled like a whip across the battlefield, but this time it wasn’t a lazy arc—it was a calculated, blistering strike. Faster than sound. Too fast to follow. Even the air gave way, split with a thundercrack as it blurred through space.

He swung the moment Emillia opened her mouth to release her Cero. His blow disrupted the buildup—throwing the beam off-mark. She might not even register the chain until it was too late. The pressure in that moment would be nothing like before—the weight of the chain no longer physical, but spiritual, a manifestation of everything Jinnosuke held dear. His pride. His grief. His rage. And for the first time, his killing intent.

He was done playing games.

Whether Emillia dodged or endured, whether she phased away or turned into mist—none of that mattered. The attack had already done its job. Jinnosuke had set the field.

His hand moved to his ear.

There was no hesitation. No ceremony. Just resolve.

The earring came off.

The moment it did, the world groaned. Buildings cracked. Ash lifted from the earth like it feared him. His reiatsu burst into the sky like a devil’s beacon, emerald and violet—blazing with barely restrained wrath. Those who could sense it would know: this was no ordinary Shinigami. This was the man whispered about in the shadowed halls of Central 46, the one captains called when logic failed. (At least this was his delusion).

This was Jinnosuke Yamazaki.

Even now, bleeding from a wound that would fell many but was survivable to a Shinigami of his resilience, he stood tall. He welcomed the pain—it was part of the performance. It was part of the plan.

He knew Omoni.
He knew himself.

And that meant he knew exactly how this would play out.

With a smirk cracking past bloodied lips, the half-devil’s shroud billowed behind him, his reiatsu now tangible, dragging across the earth like claws scraping glass. There was no mistaking it anymore. Whether Emillia admitted it or not, whether she felt fear or fury—this battle was no longer about territory, or vengeance.

10TH DIVISION
>>>>>Posting Order: Emillia → Jushiro → Jinnosuke → Omoni → <<<<<

 

[dem0nzlust]

"Yes, Captain Harai is doing her best. I believe she worked herself into exhaustion, so I am ensuring her efforts don't go to waste. This case will only unlock with either your or Captain Harai's biometric scan, and when the time comes, I will instruct people to stand clear."

What Captain Taro premised on him not expect what he had to say, or more so in this mannerism. It was almost hard for Michiya to hide his sly smile, as his curiosity piqued more about this man, and he wished to study him. Unfortunately, his social experiments would have to wait as explosions and multiple deaths happened on the horizon, not looking so well for the shinigami side of things. Off in the direction where Taro stared, he could sense his uncle in that area, along with the Captain of the division, but not long after, he detected the use of Bankai from Keniro, just like the immature Senko spiritual energy dropped drastically, but he was still barely alive. From spiritual readings, it appeared Captain Shinka was quite in a bind as well. Around this time, it seemed Jushiro made his grand arrival at the tenth division, and hopefully tides of war start to turn in their favor.
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”Lieutenant, by proxy of having Harai’s trust to be her second in command I will show you some modicum of respect. The only information I have to give is this: These Arrancar possess fragments of the Soul King. Tell everyone to fight at their fullest strength and use all relics and options available to them. Do NOT treat them like regular Arrancar or Espada because they possess abilities that go beyond what we are used to fighting.”

"I can understand fully well why you kept that information under wraps. In truth, I am probably one of the few who could understand the importance of controlling information." He paused for a second, letting the Bakudo fizzle out, and rubbed the temples of his head. "All due respect, Captain Date, in this stage in the invasion, if they haven't come to this realization by now, things are different; they are destined to fail. Though I can search our oldest records to try to gather any information on the Soul King, to see what we are up against, maybe even disrupt their compatibility, even if it is just for a second."

Right before Michiya continued to talk about a plan he had in mind, his wristlink was alerted to two more Garganta incursions happening in different locales. At the first division, not just a new powerful source of spirit energy appeared, but three more Arrancar individuals. Not even minutes after these individuals' arrivals, an absurdly large reiatsu signature was released with the massive cocoon that formed following. Pulling up the readings, he could tell one of the signatures remained at the sight of the cocoon while the other made a move onto the 9th division. Michiya needed a visual feed on what was happening all around, and with a click of a button, miniature drones took off from the 12th division, scattering across the entirety of the Seireitei, recording what was happening at each battlefield. This information would be relayed to Nanami so she could get a live visual feed on everything going on as of now. Only sparing a few minutes of multitasking, he continued what he had requested permission to speak freely about.

"To put it frankly, we are suffering great losses, and they knew exactly where to strike. It's one thing learning about our divisions, but it is entirely different knowing the Gotei 13 layout. The point of all this is from my readings, all the Garganta opened up was from one sole person; if we can reverse their openings using Keikaigi, I may be able to lock on the reiatsu signatures that entered through them using a mock variation of their Negacion to force them out, and permanently close off any further breaches. Though I will need a better scan and reading of the source Arrancar who opened them, and the time to redirect 12th division resources to gather the intelligence we need."

As he awaited the Captain's input, he spoke into his wristlink, communicating with Nanami, "Our invaders are using pieces of the Soul King. You can pass this information on if you see fit, but we don't know which they possess. I will try to assist which divisions I can."

Things only seemed to get more interesting as Michiya contemplated whom to provide his assistance to. Some divisions happened to be suffering more than others, but from what he could tell, almost all Captains and seated officers were engaged with the enemy, but how they would continue to fare was a mystery in itself.​

 

[Lovely Lady]

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The tell-tale pink glow from Emilia’s reiatsu caused Omoni to drop to the ground in time for her cero to be fired and to miss Hageshi completely. Unbeknownst to Omoni, this clever evasion was partly due to Jinnosuke’s intervention once the vicious whip of his Zanpakuto’s chain had successfully knocked its line of fire off course.

“He’s HERE!!!! WHERE IS YOUR CAPTAIN! WHERE IS JUSHIRO IZANAGI?!”

"You Rang?"

Sazanami’s death was the first thing that she witnessed upon landing and then it appeared her Captain had finally arrived as well but both of these occurrences barely registered in Hageshi’s mind before the sight of the stabbing of Yamazaki shattered her focus like a bolt of lightning. Un-admittedly her closest friend and her battle companion was on the verge of collapse, a spear lodged deep into his back. Omoni's world narrowed to that moment, the battles raging around her fading into a distant hum as her focus locked onto Jinnosuke’s injured form.

"!!!”

Th-thump

TH-THUMP

A wave of pure white hot fury surged through Omoni, sharp and immediate, hot as wildfire. It burned in her chest and spread outward, crackling through her limbs like electricity. The spiritual power resemblant of that of a vice-captain climbed as if responding to the rage she felt. The air thickened around her, charged with power as Hageshi’s unbridled anger began to fuel something greater inside her as a force rising beyond mere strength. That woman’s power had reached a new peak. Her presence alone bent the battlefield toward her will. The storm inside her, once fueled by anger, now burned with a sense of purpose soaring past the cap of a Captain level reserve.

TH-THUMP

Thu-THUMP
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"BORING!”

Omoni closed her eyes and opened them again, to find she had been transported to the barren lands of her Zanpakuto spirit’s chambers. Its desert was encased in a black steel cage where Hageshi stood within it’s epicenter.

“I grow so weary of this sport. It’s all become so BORING! BORING! BORING!”

The empress’s furious voice exploded like a bomb and it carried for miles in every direction.

“I DEMAND A NEW GAME!”

Much to Omoni’s surprise she found herself robbed of her Zanpakuto, the leviathan sitting upon her steel throne now clasped the cudgel proportionate to her titanic side in her stubby hand. In a manner not unlike that of a disgruntled toddler, Namakizu slammed it into the ground.

All at once, her single glowing eye was joined by it’s twin finally coming to life with it’s own glorious shine. All that Omoni could do was watch as her body became engulfed in the blue flames of her reiatsu. Everything began to fade to black as she listened to the last words that Namakizu said.

“Don’t fret. I shall tell you how to play.”

And tell she did.​

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"BAN-KAI!”

Omoni’s battlecry reverberated throughout the whole of the southwest territory. The ground screamed alongside her, breaking away to reveal four gargantuan pointed towers composed of the same material as her Shikai. These towers were spaced 100 feet within one another with Yamazaki, herself and their Captain, whom she hardly realized had arrived, in the center.

Jinnosuke's wound rapidly began to heal, albeit the Halberd still stuck inside of it by Yamazaki's own doing kept it from doing so completely until it were removed.

What stood before them all now, released from the flames of reiatsu, was a gallant vision. A barbarian queen, a towering figure forged by the unyielding hands of battle, and a cruel suit of armor reflected the ferocity and iron will that resided within her. The steel that encased her was as dark as the firestorm from which she seemed to have emerged. Polished and imbued with the unbreakable strength of nature itself.
Her helm was a work of dark craftsmanship. Smooth, angular, and unforgiving. Cold, two - not one- fiery blue lights glew from beneath the edges of the helm, betraying the true intensity of her glare. The crown of the helmet bore a jagged ridge, mimicking the peaks of mountains. Pauldrons were colossal, forged from blackened steel, each one curved and layered to protect her shoulders and arms, yet crafted to allow for swift and brutal movements.

The breastplate she wore was a masterpiece of metallurgy. Sleek and angular, it formed to her body like a second skin. The dark metal shimmered with a faint raven hue, as though the essence of war itself has been folded into its very structure. Her gauntlets were thick and foreboding, with heavy plating that extended over her forearms and sharp, angular claws designed to smash and tear through steel and flesh alike. Each finger bore a reinforced tip, crafted for maximum impact. The greaves were a perfect blend of agility and protection. Form-fitting but reinforced with layers of steel, easily able to withstand blows from swords and axes to halberds alike. They ended in rugged, spiked boots that struck the ground with terrifying force and each etched into the surface like an unspoken promise of vengeance.

Hageshi was the embodiment of battle itself. Uncompromising, relentless, and unwavering. She did not fight for glory this day, but for justice, for the freedom and the protection of those oppressed, and for the broken lands she had sworn to protect.

There was no weapon in her hand to be seen purely because SHE was the weapon.​

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What was the sin, so great that it triggered a non-existent Bankai and this hellish crusader to spawn by spontaneously combusting into functional existence, that had been committed by Emilia?

She had mortally wounded Jinnosuke, a man Omoni was meant to wrench retribution from. She had ruined the quality of the fight that Omoni would have with Yamazaki over his countless errors that had led to the loss of her home among other unforgivable things which she would not mention while she was alive. Emilia had done the one thing that she should never have done and was now in a position that put her at direct odds with unseated officer Omoni Hageshi.

Emilia was in Hageshi’s way.

Omoni stood at the heart of the battlefield, her eyes sharper than a predator’s. The chaos around her was a blur, but she was honed in and each movement was deliberate, each strike was beyond powerful, fully capable of breaking through the carefully designed Hierro of her enemy. Without hesitation, once the towers became stilled, Omoni’s muscles tensed and in abrupt fashion she closed the gap. Her legs pushed off the ground with a force that cracked the earth beneath her, and with a single stride, she burst forward to meet Emilia head-on. Without the use of a mastery of Shunpo, it’d have been unlikely for her to be able to keep up with the Arrancar’s deadly speed but…Hageshi had employed her earlier trick by taking hold of Yamazaki’s ever moving and conveying chain but this time she put a special twist on the maneuver by paying close attention to the direction the chains on the field would take her and by boosting the power of their speed with her own compelling strides.

The clash was inevitable.

Omoni stayed and aimed low and with brutal force, her left hand snatched a hold of Emilia’s left ankle, the talons of her armor digging past her formidable defenses and setting inside. In one fluid motion she’d sunder the limb from the female Arrancar or if it endured, she’d begin to fling Emilia around smashing her repeatedly into the ground as if she were a rag doll.

She did not wait for orders from her Captain. She knew this fight was her’s to win, and no enemy, no matter their size or strength, would stand in her way. Her resolve was unshakable, and the storm of battle around her only fueled her evergrowing power.
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>>>>>Posting Order: Emillia -> Kazuki -> Jinnosuke -> Jushiro -> Omoni <<<<<​

 

[Adonai]

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Taro does not interrupt Michiya, he allows the Lieutenant to speak freely and even give suggestions on how to approach this situation. This gives him time to continue monitoring the situation going on at Tenth Division and if he should make up his mind on heading there now or when everyone is dead. This Arrancar has yet to use Resurrección and the sheer amount of unknown data he has about this particular Arrancar and their fragment makes it too much of a gamble to just jump in and strike. Taro raises his hand and begins to rub his chin, pondering multiple things that Michiya is saying to him.

”The Soul King was divided many, many, centuries ago. A little over two thousand years ago to be exact. The four great clans made the decisions to scatter and hide the fragments in the Human world. They did not keep tabs on them sadly. This is also what led to the creation of Fullbringers. On their own we have no idea what each part does without theorizing and we don’t have time for that.”

Taro looks towards the First Division, the pulsating Cocoon. This entire time he hasn’t really had any readable expression aside for being neutral. It's not as if he isn’t taking the situation seriously but rather he is calculating, plotting.

”But the eyes of the Soul King… Those possess the most frightening ability, one that was dubbed The Almighty. Able to see any and all future timelines and manipulate them at his will… The nature of this invasion makes me wonder if the one leading the Arrancar possesses these eyes, if so your plan to disrupt their compatibility may very well be needed.”

Taro sighs frustrated that they have so little information to work with, he can’t just fly off in a random direction and hope to aid a situation that may be too far gone, his gaze shifts a bit towards Thirteenth Division, the Captain is not doing too well.

"To put it frankly, we are suffering great losses, and they knew exactly where to strike. It's one thing learning about our divisions, but it is entirely different knowing the Gotei 13 layout. The point of all this is from my readings, all the Garganta opened up was from one sole person; if we can reverse their openings using Keikaigi, I may be able to lock on the reiatsu signatures that entered through them using a mock variation of their Negacion to force them out, and permanently close off any further breaches. Though I will need a better scan and reading of the source Arrancar who opened them, and the time to redirect 12th division resources to gather the intelligence we need."

The gears begin turning in Taro’s head as he grabs the suitcase, making sure not to initiate the biometric scan in doing so.

”I have a better idea, if you can make that plan work, lock our enemies in here with us and keep new Garganta from opening up. This will still allow them to use Negacion still but at least we know if they do that then they are retreating. It will give us time to assess our damages and injuries and then we can unseal the latch on the Garganta and launch a counter invasion. How I would love to use the Kido Cannon to obliterate Las Noches, but such power would be considered overkill. Our invaders will be here for a little while longer, make use of the time you have and pray that it does not result in our death. Now, you are dismissed, there is nothing left to discuss between us, Lieutenant.”

Taro leaps down off of the rooftop, landing near Takamura and the other Shinigami of the Eleventh Division. He looks at them all collectively, even though Takamura is a Fifth Seat he doesn’t pay him much attention, just another cog in the grand machine that is the Gotei Thirteen.

”Move out and reinforce other Divisions at once. There is nothing in Eleventh Division worth protecting, now go before I turn my blade on you all and kill you myself.”

He doesn’t wait for a response from any of them before leaving right away via Shunpo. Where is he planning on going? Who is he going to go aid? It is all unknown until he reappears again…

To: Unknown…

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[Elk]

She had indeed found her mark, stabbing into the male Shinigami’s backside. Though her getting her zanpakutō stuck did not stop her from lifting the man upwards into the air, with the momentum and strength she possessed—along with the leverage her zanpakutō had given her. Despite the alteration he had made, it would still stab into the man. The goal was never to stab through him entirely. It was far worse, as her zanpakutō never did make it out the other side of his body.

Despite the whip disrupting the reiryoku within her zanpakutō, it was nothing but a momentary setback—one that would be immediately corrected, as his midsection began to glow a vibrant pink before the Cero was launched from inside his body. Even the smallest of cracks wouldn’t disrupt her ability to unleash what was to come.

While the body of the male Shinigami was indeed powerful—likely capable of withstanding a Cero from Emillia head-on—it would serve to be his downfall. Be it Arrancar or Shinigami, no matter how durable one's body is, their organs are still the most vulnerable. She did it to the Primera’s clone, and now she was doing it to this male Shinigami.

The Cero never came from Emillia’s mouth—it had come from the tip of her zanpakutō.

That Cero had launched inside the male and would be contained inside for those few seconds within his body, but his death would come as the Cero vaporized everything inside of him—effectively cooking his muscles from the inside while vaporizing his organs entirely—until it was released due to his death. There, it would travel toward the female Shinigami, but she had dropped down just in time to avoid the Cero entirely.

While those chains that aimed to disrupt her entirely would disappear, effectively removing them from ever having happened.

“You rang?”

"BAN-KAI!”

The Shinigami woman screamed—and it was certainly deafening. Four large pillars would build up, but their healing on the male Shinigami would be for nothing. Not even the Bankai’s capabilities of healing could restore missing organs that had been so thoroughly destroyed.

Those chains she had a hold of would disappear in her hands as she came charging, and the female Shinigami continued to fly—but Emillia? Her body jumped back as the female Shinigami attempted to grab her ankle, avoiding it entirely.

Her eyes glaring at the two that stood before her.

“Don’t mistake this for respect. I just want this over with.”



“Show your true nature, Alquimista Engañoso!”

Once more, her reiatsu began to rise upon the division itself—and it was stronger than before. Far stronger than expected, as it began to rain down upon them and the subordinates that were unseated by the barracks. Each one was dying due to the pressure exerted onto them. Her class had now elevated from Spirit Class Two to Spirit Class One. The pillar of pink reiatsu flared high into the air—enough to obscure her body.


“The late Jushiro Izanagi—finally graces us with his presence! After letting not one, but two of his squad members perish.”

“And before that? You watched the city you were tasked to protect burn before your very eyes.”

“Tell me, Jushiro... how much more do I have to take from you before you start acting like a Captain?”

“Jushiro Izanagiiii~”

“Estarossa would be upset with you… allowing the bakery to burn down to the ground.”


Her voice seemed to echo through the swirling winds and reiatsu.

That pink reiatsu began to clear, along with the dust and debris around them—and in front of both of them stood Emillia.
Her clothing still seemed the same—thigh-high boots, black leggings, a vest that formed around the Hollow hole along her chest, with a long overcoat that extended down to the ground. Her hair remained braided, though looser now, narrowly touching the ground.
The only thing different about her: her mask had gone missing, revealing that her mouth had more sets of teeth.

Her head tilted to the side as she sonido’d back a few more feet.


“That’s a nice trap you set up, Jushiro.”

“Were you expecting me to attack you so soon? I attack you use a Hidden kido, along with leaving me open for her to attack? No that won’t do”

“I am Emillia Laurena Kastile—and I am here to rid this division of its greatest failure!”

“You, Jushiro Izanagi!”


Her zanpakutō lifted and pointed directly at Izanagi, as black and pink energy began to gather around the tip of her zanpakutō.

>>>>>Posting Order: Emillia ->Jushiro -> Omoni

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[Jushiro Izanagi]

There were a multitude of things happening throughout the Seireitei. Izanagi sensed the numerous spiritual pressures throughout the area, those near, far and wide. Some erupted like a volcano, others as cold as it will ever be, some were dreadful and defiant. Others were being snuffed out and those signatures belonging to the enemy were truly vile and disgusting. The sound of a scream reverberated throughout which was a cause for concern. Shizukana Taicho and that man Estarossa were on the scene. To think that he would turn up at this point. Perhaps if they could’ve exchanged information earlier, this current situation could’ve been avoided. Jushiro should’ve taken the lead and followed his instincts. His failure to act was partly the cause of this. However, the time for regrets had gone. The time had gone, so here it is.

It had been quite some time since the Seireitei had seen destruction on such a scale. These Arrancars were far too comfortable trampling on everything that they had built. This was a thing of pride and every Shinigami should feel ashamed for ever allowing this to happen. Utterly unacceptable.

Izanagi maintained his position as his soon to be opponent battled against Omoni and Jinnouske. Was he about to lose another member of the tenth division? Fuck sake. Still, he didn’t want to get involved just yet. He needed an opening or for the Arrancar to direct her attention to him. That way he could have the fight of his life. Following the battle closely, the silver haired fox of a Captain witnessed the Cero blast through Jinnouske's body. At that moment his eyes narrowed as he patiently awaited the outcome. Jinnouske is a tough bastard, a true brute that is filled with an unyielding pride. Jushiro simply couldn’t handle Omoni and Jinnouske on a day to day basis. They’re reliable warriors but they have no decorum. And their behaviour was as wild as ever. Omoni swore more than her Captain ever did and neither of them ever followed rules. And yet Izanagi believes in them, which is why he was confident that this couldn’t yet be the end of Jinnouske. He simply refused to accept that. He waited in anticipation of the immediate aftermath as the Cero went in one way and made its exit. The Cero fizzled out and came nowhere near Izanagi. Jinnouske’s chain was still very much a part of the material world. And should Omoni continue on her path that she had plotted out against the Arrancar. Then there might be a few surprises.

Speaking of which, this battle was full of surprises. Witnessing Omoni’s Bankai for the first time was a proud moment for the Captain. Four great towers rose up around them, effectively placing him inside the space of the towers. And although he was within their confines, he maintained some distance between himself, Omoni and the Arrancar. This way he wouldn’t become tangled up in their attack. Omoni was quick to act, not wasting any time after her Bankai release. He was excited to see what its true capabilities were. Despite all this, he was also ready to react to sudden changes taking place around him. He was ready to alter his plans based on what was transpiring. While some things may appear one way, they may yet not be set in stone. Regardless though, Izanagi knew he needed to be prepared.

“Don’t mistake this for respect. I just want this over with.”​

He knew what those words meant and so he too decided to respond in kind. Omoni had already released her Bankai and he figured that his opponent was about to show her true power. Jushiro’s Reiryoku shifted, going full force as was shown by his Reiatsu.

“Show your true nature,"

“Ban”
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On its enunciation there was a low growl followed by a desperate wail of suffering, begging to be rescued from the harsh conditions. Souls were gripped by unrelenting frozen temperatures which threw the world into a frozen wasteland of absolute zero. In that moment it was as if everyone was thrown into the frozen abyss in complete darkness. The pressure pushing down on their bodies while crushing them. Meanwhile the whole of the southern area of the Seireitei experienced Kisshouten encroaching upon them. It had become a barren frozen wasteland that was all encompassing. Her icy embrace is seen as wickedness to the unfortunate souls unable to withstand her power and brutal nature. By now a devilish grin had been drawn across the surface of the black mask.

"Alquimista Engañoso!"

“-KAI!” ​

The completion of the word Bankai was followed by a gasp. There was silence for a few moments as the below freezing temperatures suddenly retreated back to their source. This source being Izanagi, which was followed by an explosion of heat. Spanning the same distance as the frozen temperatures which held the south in a stranglehold moments ago. The moisture in the atmosphere had evaporated as extreme heat scorched the area. This was merely a small fraction, the lowest temperature that his Bankai would normally allow. And then it was gone.

Emillia was his focus as the temperature constantly changed in combination with his Reiryoku upon his Bankai release. This will be continued. The heat produced by Emillia, Omoni and Izanagi was truly wonderful. His Bankai herald in some changes no doubt, just like Emillia underwent some minor changes of her own.

There he stood with a large black ring-like object behind him. Attached to this ring that also resembles a halo are eight small drums. These drums are black with three black and white tomoes on each drum. The ring/halo is designed to remain behind him and move as he moves, never becoming a hindrance to him. The ring-like object is large enough to be seen protruding a few inches above his head. Meanwhile, large enough to reach just below his lower back. Portions of the ring can be seen on either side of him when directly facing Izanagi. His Zanpakuto remains the same in appearance as its Shikai state, albeit now more deadly.

Stationed above him are two giant halos and these are identical to the ring/halo which floats behind him. The two giant halos are thirty metres in diameter capable of many things.

“The late Jushiro Izanagi—finally graces us with his presence! After letting not one, but two of his squad members perish.”

“Kisshouten, Sougyo Hime”.​

He heard his opponents babbling but did not let it distract him. There she was with her own Reiatsu swirling around her. Izanagi’s spiritual pressure flared also, rising like steam as it was now time to get down to business. With beings possessing such high levels of Reiatsu, all combatants were responsible for the loss of lives. Emillia did make Izanagi ponder a few things. For one, he doesn’t remember ever telling her his name. How does she know about him and Estarossa? Who told her about the bakery? With all her babbling and subsequent actions, he figured one thing.

Emillia was afraid. ​

It was ironic considering how scary her face was. He now understood the reason behind her wearing a mask. Jushiro’s reasoning was different. As for his face, she didn’t deserve to ever set eyes upon it.

“That’s a nice trap you set up, Jushiro.”

“Were you expecting me to attack you so soon? I attack you use a Hidden kido, along with leaving me open for her to attack? No that won’t do”

“Shut up you Barraka looking whore!"

"I’m gonna kick you in the PUSSY”. ​

The man blurted out in response, meanwhile one of the halos stationed fifteen feet above him shrunk down in size to one feet long. It dropped down quickly to Izanagi’s position in tandem with Kisshouten, already going to work against his opponent. She was now a pillar of ice the moment she came to a stop after her Sonido to create room. By the time she had begun to lift her weapon it was already too late. She would now be frozen over at temperatures that are at absolute zero. Aiming to freeze the woman to her core, either shattering her himself or have Omoni land the final blow. There was no build up to the technique, just an all out attack designed to catch an opponent off guard. This was Koukan Hashira- Interchanging Pillars. Izanagi remembered his sparring session against Emillia in Naruki City. She used a decoy against him, born from her Sonido. He was fully expecting her to use that trick again, this time though he would be fully aware of it and react accordingly.

Even so, he didn’t plan on standing idly by just in case she survives being completely frozen. The halo which dropped down at great speeds was now in the clutches of Izanagi’s left hand. His Zanpakuto of course in his right hand as the halo still currently above rose higher in the air. Taking up a position above Emillia’s current position. It was now 25 meters above standing vertically. He was fully anticipating a Cero to be launched at him or some other attack. Emillia spoke about a trap earlier without realizing it was already too late. Jushiro didn’t say a word to Omoni, not yet, there will be time for them to shout at each other.

>>>>>Posting Order: Jinno->Omoni->Emillia ->Jushiro<<<<<<​

 

[Itami]

Pain erupted in his torso—a sensation beyond agony, the visceral heat of the Cero tearing through his body, vaporizing flesh and muscle in an instant. Jinnosuke's body convulsed, a geyser of blood splattering outward as the Cero’s blast speared through his midsection, leaving a gaping, charred wound. His vision blurred, but not before he saw it—

Omoni.

A figure of wrath and resilience, her power surging higher than even his own—greater than anything he had felt from her before. She was a storm given form, a Spirit Class 1 presence blazing against the chaos. Jinnosuke’s lips curled, a faint smile breaking through the haze of pain. She had surpassed him—no, she had become what she always should have been.

But the world around him dimmed. His strength faltered, legs buckling as his body staggered backward. He couldn’t feel his lower torso—everything was numb except for the searing cold racing through his veins.

The sky churned above, the four massive pillars of Omoni’s Bankai rising like the fingers of an iron colossus. Within the shadow of those towers, Jinnosuke’s senses began to flicker—sounds became distant echoes, sights a smear of colors.

But he heard it. He heard the crunch of Emillia’s limb tearing asunder—a visceral rip that echoed in the hollow silence of his mind. Omoni had done it. She had forced Emillia’s focus to shatter, She had become so focused on their Captain she failed to realize that Omoni and Jinnosuke had still been playing with her.

His mind had already started to fade before he could feel Omoni's Spiritual energy weaving through the fabrics of his body, stitching him back. A thud of his massive frame would be heard landing on the ground behind them, his body tumbling back into the destroyed landscape, and falling into a cavern. He land slamming his back into a slab of once was pathway above ground probably 25 feet or so.

And then darkness.
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...

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No. Not darkness. A silvery twilight. Jinnosuke’s consciousness floated, adrift in a world of mist and light. He recognized this place—the inner world of his Zanpakuto, Asahi-Yūgure.

“You look half-dead, Jinnosuke,” a voice echoed—cold, yet resonant, like a bell ringing in a frozen temple.

Standing before him was Asahi-Yūgure’s spirit—a towering figure cloaked in twilight, her oni-like form radiant with thick golden fur, beads, and heavy wrappings around her arms and torso. A regal, intimidating warrior with eyes of burning amber, speaking with an air of condescending wisdom.

"Half-dead... and yet, you cling to that pride of yours. A shattered sword still thirsts for battle."

Jinnosuke’s brow furrowed, his voice weak but defiant. "Pride is all I have. Pride… and them."

“They are the sword, Jinnosuke. Your pride is the edge. But tell me—what does that pride become when it is stripped bare?”

“A weapon,” Jinnosuke spat. "An executioner’s blade."

The spirit’s shadowed face split into a spectral grin. "Precisely. Pride is your strength, but wrath is your release. You stand here, dying because you still hesitate. You think yourself a protector… but you are a destroyer. The pride of the seireitei bows to no one, not a single one of them."

Light blazed around them, a corona of twilight eclipsing the mist. Jinnosuke’s strength returned, if only in this realm.

“Then give it to me,”Jinnosuke growled. "Give me the power to become that storm."

The spirit’s form shimmered, the chains of Asahi-Yūgure unraveling and forming a radiant ring around him.

"Then wield it. Show them the light of dawn and the darkness of dusk." The spirit’s voice roared. "Speak the name of your true self, Jinnosuke."

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...


And in the waking world, as the four towers rumbled, as Omoni’s power surged and Izanagi’s Bankai turned the air into a hellscape, Emillia released her true form. Jinnosuke would reach up and take off his last remaining earing seal. Looking down and taking his right hand from his zanpakuto hand and placing it over the new skin reforming where the cero had ripped through his body.Jinnosuke then used his Shikai as a cane to help lift himself back up, Jinnosuke's reiatsu would send out a wave of reiryoku that crushed the landscape he fell into forward.

Jinnosuke Yamazaki started to walk out of the pit underneath and behind them; , his form bathed in radiant gold and shadowed black, the monstrous cleaver of Asahi-Yūgure in his grip, its chain an infinite cascade of light.

“Ten'yō Asahi-Yūgure…” he whispered.

The air warped, the sky darkening as the sun and moon clashed—a total eclipse.

“Bankai-”

A shockwave erupted, light and darkness clashing, the field twisting into an eternal twilight. The ground quaked, a force pressing against all within the zone. Omoni and Izanagi stood tall, but Emillia would feel her energy begin to drain—her Zanpakuto, now fractured from the earlier clash, beginning to leak golden light.

Jinnosuke's voice boomed, iron-clad and absolute.

"You wanted a war, Hollow? Then face it. Face the pride of the Seireitei! Shinsei no Hokori! (神聖の誇り, Sacred Pride)”

10TH DIVISION
>>>>>Posting Order: Emillia → Jushiro → Jinnosuke → Omoni → <<<<<

 

[Adonai]

[From Northeast Seireitei: 4th Division]

From rooftop to rooftop Kuwashii leapt, the closer she got the turbulent winds of Reiatsu blew against her more and more. Zapakuto were being released left and right, Shinigami and Arrancar alike, she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. This is nothing like last time, nothing like Densagi’s Bankai, not in terms of scale or power but rather suffocation. The Reiatsu was so heavy then, she could barely move, stumbling across rooftops, she was weaker then. The Reiatsu is dense the closer she gets to her Division but it won't hinder her movements. Once in range she notices a few things immediately, her Captain’s Bankai, the ring behind him similar to a halo, Omoni’s Bankai which created towers and wreathed her in armor, the Arrancar sporting a very ghastly appearance and finally, Jinnosuke’s Bankai. The flash of darkened twilight that fell over the area, quaking of the ground, three Bankai versus one released Arrancar. Kuwashii lands on one of Omoni’s pillars and feels her wounds healing, the bandages on her body falling off. She is shocked by this, a Bankai that can heal others… She gets an idea, drawing her blade and letting her white flames engulf her, although this time they hug her body more closely than they used to.

”All is gone, All have fled, Show them the peerless flame, Zougeiro!”

Burning Ambition

She jumps off the pillar as her Zanpakuto changes shape and ignites followed by a tactic she used against Kisho, turning herself into a flying spinning buzzsaw of fire. She spins and soars into the air, six arcs of flame landing inside of the boundary of Omoni’s Bankai. She continues to spin and redirects towards the ground, landing a safe distance away from Emillia, large blade in hand with a solitary dim flame hugging its chard mass.

”Ichi, Ni, San, Shi, Go, Roku!”
(Translation: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)

One by one towers of white fire erupt within the boundaries of Omoni’s Bankai, effectively walling off everyone from entering or escaping. Thanks to the effects of Omoni’s Bankai none of her allies would feel the heat of the flames, only the Arrancar would feel as if they are being slowly cooked alive from being within this kiln. She puts her hand on the flat of the blade, letting Zougeiro’s flames touch her for the first time without coming to harm, she smiles. For the first time in a while she feels powerful and unstoppable once more. She feels like a Star. She waits and watches of Emillia’s next move, she still has to fight cautiously but will do what she can to fight in tandem with the rest of her Squad.

 

[Inkmasterru]

As Kazuki twisted his body and head, expecting the Cero to glance off his face, to lose only an eye. Upon contact, a explosion occurred, rattling Kazuki before Silence and darkness took over. He opened his eyes and landed on his feet as his hand rushed to his face, surprised to find no wound.

Smiling, he saw his own allies activate their bankai and surround Emillia as her end was drawing near. Their voices strangely muffled, yet Kazuki didn't take notice as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. It was time to reveal his own bankai to his allies, to make his captain proud, to redeem himself!

With a deep breath he attempted to grab his sword embedded in the ground, only to have his hand pass through it. Bewildered, he attempted again and again, only to have Kyoki Chizuki pass through his hands. Hands that now looked upon, were ethereal, see through. In a panicked state, he looked around and saw something that made him grow pale. His... own corpse. He... was dead, he did not survive the Cero and now he laid there in a lake of blood, created by his slain subordinates and now muddled with his. His hair broken from its hair tie, spread out as they were stained crimson and half of his face gone. A vacant expression on the face and the eyes empty. Even as Omoni's zanpakuto repaired the body and the face returned to it's former glory. The body did not stir, everything was quiet in the head, no...one was home.

Kazuki desperately scrambled to his body, trying to get back into it. He can't be dead, it can't be over for his story! He was going to redeem himself, his subordinates need him, his captain needs him. A rage induced shouted was unleashed to the sky as Kazuki's arms fell to his side. He has failed, he was a failure... maybe he deserved to die.

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around to see something that made his eyes widen. It was Shin'ichi, it was his mother and father, the whole of the Sazanami clan. It was all the shinigami that he failed to save. It was like a dream... maybe all this was... was the last bit of his soul leaving the body. He really was... dead. Looking once more... he looked at his corpse, his subordinates, his allies and... stood to walk away.

His body scattering to become reiatsu to rejoin the cycle and be reborn once more. One last glance back, a single tear, before his soul vanished into nothing. The body now, quickly becoming a empty vessel as it grew colder and colder. No one attempting to retrieve it as they were afraid to be caught in the crossfire of the battle of superiors.

Is this the end... i suppose... what a way to go.....

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[Takamura Raizen]

The moment Captain Date's feet struck the earth, Takamura stood already half-turned—storm-eyed and still, the long dusk-shadow of his frame drawn like a blade across the blood-dusted courtyard.

He did not flinch when the Captain landed beside him.

He did not speak.

He did not blink.

And when the order came—searing, absolute, delivered not with inspiration but with ruthless utility—he responded as one might to the falling of a guillotine: not with surprise, but with motion.

"Move out and reinforce other Divisions at once. There is nothing in Eleventh Division worth protecting, now go before I turn my blade on you all and kill you myself."

The Captain vanished before the wind of his final word had settled. Takamura remained in the vacuum left behind, silent for the span of a breath and then another, his twin blades still drawn—silent arcs of decision gleaming against the fractured sunlight. His expression didn’t shift, though something—something subtle—settled behind his eyes. Not defiance. Not doubt.

Only understanding.

A ruthless kind.

“You heard him.”

His voice, low and final, cut across the lines of assembled soldiers like a drawn edge. No shouting. No rallying cry. Just a command, leveled and certain.

“Fan out. Reinforce wherever the line is weakest. Leave nothing standing in your wake.”

There was no hesitation. Squad 11 had been waiting—barely leashed—and now, unshackled, they surged with lethal intent, scattering like lightning strikes across the Seireitei.

Takamura did not follow them.

Instead, he turned to his own detachment—those sharp-eyed and silent few who had stood with him from the beginning. A nod was all it took.

“We’re heading to Thirteenth. They’re breaking. That ends now.”

His grip tightened around both hilts—not in hesitation, but in readiness. Raizen didn’t need a stirring speech. He didn’t believe in grandeur. Orders were meant to be executed, not exalted. Squad 11 was not built to defend courtyards or clutch territory with trembling hands. They were forged to carve through hell until there was nothing left but silence.

The sticker still clung stubbornly to his forehead, absurd in its cheer.

He didn’t reach for it. Not now.

Instead, he turned, already in motion. Shunpo cracked beneath his heels as he vanished across the rooflines, his detachment streaking behind like thunder across the battered skyline—swords drawn, hearts grim, no need for further instruction.

If the Captain believed there was nothing in Eleventh worth protecting, then Takamura would carry its worth on his blades.

Let the enemy bleed for every inch they thought they’d already won.

Let the storm arrive where it was least expected.

Let Squad 11 remind the Seireitei—and its enemies—that nothing forged in blood and discipline breaks quietly.

Not while he still breathed.

Leaving 11th Division >>>> to 13th Division ​