[BSD-RP] Human World: Karakura Town

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Katsuo knew the moment he chose to fight he was accepting a fate in which he wouldn't escape from, and would die doing it. In his heart, something felt awakened and alive; despite the thrill and fear coursing through his head. This love of battle… was this what it meant to be an Oda?
The chains connected to the Togabito were difficult to manage to say the least, with everyone twisting and turning the beast with power after attack and attack. The Togabito unleashes a flash of lightning that is so loud it powers over Katsuo's soundproof headphones ever so slightly, muffling his music for mere seconds before they go back to normal. Thankfully for his task at hand, he wasn't staring directly at this blast for he was preoccupied with the chains; items the beast saw fit to use as valuable weapons against the enemies he intended to slay. He held several of the chains aimed for Omoni back with the help of other Division 13 members, but soon their strength gave out and released them. Katsuo too released the chains and watched carefully as Omoni used her Zanpakuto to protect herself.
During her intense battle with the Togabito, the Quincy continued as well, to the point they were exhausting themselves. Katsuo looked behind him to check Oyama, but as he turned he saw and felt more presences, those of Captain Nakamoto, and 11th division's Shoumetsu Takahiro.
"OMONI! PULL BACK!"
“Kid? What the hell are YOU doing here?!”
Katsuo looked back at Omoni feeling her approach after Yu had given her orders to pull back as well. Katsuo wasn't sure what was going on, but it gave him a moment to really see and feel what was going on around him; at least until Omoni decided to do as her captain said, at last, wrapping her Zanpakuto around Oyama's waist and going to run off with her.
“WAIT! Captain Nakamoto! The Togabito has the ability to adapt and possibly become immune to your zanpakutō and kido spells if it consumes even a part of it! It took various Quincy arrows and has used it… Beware those arrows absorb Reishi, there's also ano-”
Katsuo wasn't going to lie; lip reading while your music was playing mid-battle wasn't easy. He thought Oya had said something about her Toe being hot or something.
"Oya!"
He reached out to Oyama with his hot blade's hilt in his mouth, but Omoni was slightly quicker. His zanpakuto's heat warming his face did remind him of something; he took the hilt out of his mouth and turned back, looking at the hell gate, and the melting town before him. There was… at least one thing he could do for those still fighting.
"The moment you hesitated to act or be of any use on the battlefield you already lost this battle. If you don't have the courage to fight against him then what use are you? In battle, there is only the predators and the prey. If you value your life then don't get in the way of those who are willing to throw theirs on the line."
When Oyama and Omoni were leaving; Katsuo decided that he would do one final thing before he leaped onto Omoni's Zanpakuto and followed them.
" I can... At least do this for you guys…
Katsuo lowered his heated Zanpakuto and looked out toward the hell gate, atop Omoni's Zanpakuto, his cooling Zanpakuto providing protection from the energies and heat of the hell gate. Immediately, those within the battlefield's radius would feel the bite of a winter chill emanating from Katsuo, who was the focal point of the effect. Katsuo was pouring all of his power, his Reiatsu into Eikogitsune's cold blade. This caused the blade to get longer, exponentially; before all of his energy expelled and his Shikai deactivated.
Once the Zanpakuto did, the damaging heat, and melting streets, the hell gate's ferocious power was temporarily and immediately expelled, making the battlefield tolerable to stand in; even if it was for a short amount of time, at the cost of a lot of Katsuo's strength. He kneeled on top Omoni's Zanpakuto as she was leaving with both of his Blades still drawn, but he was using one to lean on on top of Omoni's Zanpakuto; in case they get attacked as they make their escape.
"Omoni-Lt-san…
Katsuo flinched, nearly all of his stored reiatsu had been expelled from his body to temporarily stave off the Hell Gates power; he was turning lethargic.
"I'm Sorry; we as a Division couldn't do better; I'm sorry you had to fight that thing for us… if it weren't for you we would all be dead…
Katsuo seemed as though he was beating himself up over it; and he was. How could he face his family right now and say the lieutenant of 4th division saved his life… but, he'd never let them look at 4th division as weak. To Katsuo they were far from it. Once further away from the Togabito and battle Katsuo would faint on top of Omoni's Zanpakuto; he worked extra hard to help as best he could, even when fighting AND capturing a hollow prior.
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Karakura town >>>>>>>>> Division 5 Barracks/Senkaimon
 

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BOOOOOOOOM
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The lightning comes barreling down from the sky, a deception meant to strike awe into the foes of Sword Eater. However, it is Sword Eater himself who is deceived. Having underestimated the scrumptiousness of the Quincy woman before him, he had believed that the ultimate amalgamation of the more experienced Quincy’s lightning would be enough to overpower her and her hot headed companion. Little did Sword Eater realize that the Quincy woman’s ability to absorb was nearly as great as his ability to digest. Instead of bathing his opponents in a searing broth of electric heat, Sword Eater found them undercooked, and over ripened.
The Quincy woman’s spectacle of gold matched the Togabito’s strike of vibrant blue. An arrow, manifesting above her head, served well to protect her. However, it seemed the Quincy woman had bitten off more than she could chew. Struggling to maintain her arrow, she quivered and quaked against the power of the Togabito’s strike. Still, she did not choke, but managed to resist such an onslaught, allowing her companion to commit to his own actions.
The brash and brazen Quincy boy does not hesitate to bash the brains in of the Togabito. With his end in sight, the boy’s instinct isn’t to flee, nor even throw his guard up, but rather to commit to his actions. His resolve is admirable, moving to deliver his severing strike. As the lightshow of electric blue and royal gold dance across the night sky, Dominique’s body twists to kick at the Togabito’s mask. His foot comes hurtling towards the creature’s head, locking eyes with his soulless red glare. Adrenaline pumping through him, instincts on high alert, the Quincy fighter is able to pierce for just a moment, what to everyone else present is utterly imperceivable.
Just as the boy’s foot is within an inch of making contact, the mouth like appendage of the Togabito’s mask begins to open. The jaw dislocates, tearing open the creature’s maw until it is large enough to engulf the man’s entire foot. He watches as the end of his limp hovers, utterly exposed, within the open mouth of the Togabito. Just as the beat’s jaw begins to clench down, soon to tear through the boy’s flesh, Dominic is suddenly drowned out in darkness.
It would appear his mistress knew when to stand her ground, and more importantly, when to flee. Having exhausted herself against Sword Eater’s strike, she chose to follow through with her Shadow technique. Rather than absorb and seal away the Togabito however, she chose to escape along with her companion, to a world of her control, one free of harm. She did not do so without a parting gift however. In the air around the Togabito, a deck of playing cards swirl. Their aim is to soon encapsulate the Hell-spawn, and seal away his power with their unique absorption properties. Unfortunately for her however, the coordination of the Quincy is lost on the Shinigami. As a whirlwind of Reiatsu sends the cards scattering about, along with the Togabito’s chains, before ripping the Togabito from the shadows at the cost of its legs.ZAAAAAAAAAP
“NNGGGGHHHHKKKKK!!!!”

An electric current flies through the metal bat of Omoni’s Zanpakuto. Having caught the creature in her previous assault, she kept the being pinned beneath her. Now however, the tables have turned, the burning energy that courses through the beastial woman keeping her muscles clenched and her body locked. Though it seemed he had the upper hand, the Togabito was in truth out of the frying pan and into the fire. This beast of a woman was the second to get the advantage against the hell-spawn, however, this time there was no ally to pull his prey away from him. Yet, the advantage he has over her quickly subsides, at the realization that this woman need no ally to rescue her. Unlike his previous target, escape wasn’t on Omoni’s mind.
“HRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
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The woman begins to break free of her restraints, surpassing her own limits through willpower alone. Her rage strengthens her, and with it she displays a feat of strength superior to any seen on the battlefield so far. The Togabito’s red eyes widen beneath his mask, drool salivating his tongue as it likes his ivory teeth. Not permitting her the chance to counterattack, he wastes no time in delivering a secondary assault. Glimmering Golden Arrows swarm from his mouth like wasps, flying at the Lieutenant with the speed of bullets. At such a distance, the woman is surely about to be riddled with holes. The anticipation of which allows the Togabito to smile, as his hand clasps one such arrow, which pulls him from under her.
As he flies through the air however, he witnesses that the Shinigami woman has clad herself in makeshift armor. Having coated herself in her zanpakuto, she was protected from the arrow onslaught. Sword Eater’s smile fades, falling into a frown, even as he watches his arrows maneuver around her and destroy the incoming projectile from behind her. Still, with Blume and Dominic off of the battlefield, Omoni distracted, and Silas’ attack rendered mute, Sword Eater still maintained the advantage. All seemed well for the Togabito, his legs healing even as he made his return to the Hellgate, all seemed within his contro-
“GRITZ!”
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A flash of red hair is replaced by a flash of white, as a Quincy Gritz manifests itself before the Togabito. Soaring through the air, with his hand held tightly onto the arrow that carries him, and his legs still not fully healed, Sword Eater is incapable of an offensive response. Instead, he simply maneuvers the arrow under his control, so that his trajectory takes him out of the way of the incoming Gritz. Where the Gritz fails as a trap however, it succeeds as a distraction.
“Kekekeke…GAHAHAHAH! Now we’re talking! More….give me MORE. BRING ON THE MAIN COURSE!
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Frederick uses his body to stop the Arrow’s altered trajectory. Using his blut, he was capable of withstanding Hell’s atmosphere for only a moment, and he used this moment well. The arrow, piercing a hole through Fredrick’s shoulder, is quickly grabbed by the man’s hand. Along with this, the Togabito is caught within the Quincy’s grip, utterly pinned. With his back to Fredrick, Sword Eater is incapable of delivering a crippling bite, and is at the mercy of the man, if only for an instant. Realizing this, Sword Eater does not hesitate to flick his head, throwing his mask from his face, and tossing it high into the air.
“PANZER!!!!”
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“SCHUSS!!!!”

BOOOOOOOOM
A beam of blue blasts from the man’s ethereal weapon. A force of spiritual destruction that pierces through the Togabito’s flesh. Concentrated power, the blast eviscerates all it touches, disintegrating the body of the Togabito upon contact. With the top half of his body completely obliterated, Sword eater falls limp to the floor, a helpless mass of freshly grown legs. His mask, subsequently, falls from the air, and lands with a thud onto the asphalt next to his corpse.
This is a battle of moments. Actions which take only a moment to act. Counters which occur moments after. Where one moment of pride, is surrendered to another of fear. In this moment, there is relief, perhaps terror, perhaps trauma. In this moment, the horrors of this fight are over. Figments of the past. In this moment there is victory.
In the next, Defeat.

Just as Fredrick is able to take a sigh of relief, a new pain surrounds the wound inflicted upon his shoulder. Now accustomed to the pain of being pierced, Frederick is all too familiar with the sensation. This means he is quickly able to notice that the pain he now experiences is one never felt before. It is…different. A quick look at the wound, reveals something that the Quincy Soldier was likely never expecting. Tendrils of purple spiral into black, as if the hole in his shoulder has been converted into a hole in space itself. Just as the man’s mortal mind is able to comprehend what his eyes are seeing, what his body is feeling, a new, more terrifying realization would set in.
The purple void of his shoulder is spreading, and rapidly, having converted his very body, his very own spiritual energy, into the void’s fuel source. Regardless of his fluctuation of Reiryoku or release of Reiatsu, the Quincy would not be able to simply overcome this assault as the Shinigami woman had the electricity. No, this was not the natural elements at play, but the cursed ability of a Shinigami’s very own shikai. That of which was attempted to be used against the Togabito repeatedly with no successful outcome. Frederick had become a victim to Shinjitsu’s all encompassing void.
Suddenly, the hell chains, which remained motionless upon the ground, now animate with renewed life. They slither through the molten street like serpents through a lake of fire, until they come upon the floating black chunk of asphalt where Sword Eater’s Corpse remains.
As Fredrick’s body dissipates, Sword Eater’s corpse regenerates. Directly proportional to the amount of flesh destroyed from the Quincy, the flesh of Sword Eater begins to grow. Thanks to the regenerative properties of Omoni’s Shikai, Sword Eater is capable of healing the equivalent of the damage he causes. By the time the void spreads to Fredrick’s chest, Sword Eater’s own body regrows. The Quincy, abandoned by his comrades, is slowly erased from existence. The hole in his shoulder spreading from his chest, to his neck. With his head succumbing to void, the remaining legs of the Quincy fall, just as Sword Eater rises to his feet. When Fredrick’s ethereal machine gun fades from reality, Sword Eater picks his mask up from the asphalt, placing it back upon his head with a smirk.
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By the time Sword Eater is fully healed, and has regained his bearings, the Shinigami were already successful in finally organizing. It appeared that the Lieutenant Omoni withdrew, despite the killing intent Sword Eater had felt erupting from the woman earlier. Now, she sits upon a mount made of her own zanpakuto, carrying with her Oyama and the other shinigami. Two new Shinigami now stand, saying their goodbyes and sharing the information gathered by those who now flee. Through Omoni’s Zanpakuto, the Togabito recognizes the short one as Captain Nakamoto. Knowing well the Captain’s abilities, Sword Eater chooses to utilize their distracted banter to his advantage.
As Captain Nakamoto hears Oyama’s departing info, and Shoumetsu delivers his scolding lecture, the Togabito does not stand idle. The gold arrows that he had launched at Omoni, which had absorbed completely Silas’ attack and driven themselves into the various remnants of the city’s rubble, now respond to their master. As if pulled by a magnetizing force, they fly back towards Sword Eater, electricity sparking between them as they cast a net of lightning across the battlefield once more. This net of electricity blankets the battlefield, moving in unison like a wall of disintegrating force. Coming from behind Captain Nakamoto and Shoumetsu, the two have no retreat. Should they fall back, they would be caught within the clutches of the net, their bodies paralyzed by electricity that would then disintegrate their flesh and leave them as dried husks upon the ground. Yet, the arrows move with such speed that they will not be able to outpace them going forward. Should they remain still, they would definitely succumb to the same effects, being entrapped within the middle of the electric assault.
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Yet, while the net remains a threat to the Shinigami, each arrow only targets one of Yu’s butterflies, while the remainder of their numbers are zapped within the net, like bugs caught in an electric zapper. Those butterflies struck by the golden arrows however, are not killed, but absorbed, encased in golden energy as though a glass prison. These arrows fly back to their sender, creating a bouquet for Sword Eater to select from. Without hesitation, he launches one into his mouth, biting down upon it with a resounding
Crunch
The air around the battlefield begins to cool, the atmosphere of Hell colliding against some unseen force. The molten streets return from magma to asphalt, stopping the spread of the liquid hell throughout the city. Sword Eater, swallowing his snack, lays eyes upon the cause of this disruption. Katsuo Oda, the unsung hero of Thirteenth Division, had chosen, like his superior Oyama, to be of some use even while fleeing. As Omoni’s metallic mount bounds down the street, Katsuo Oda holds his Zanpakuto out before him, utilizing the full force of his Shikai. With his temperamental abilities, the fourth seat is capable of counteracting Hell’s heat, if only for a short while.
This is of no matter to Sword Eater, deciding that the fleeing morsels were spoiled for consumption, and minor distractions now at best. It raises a single finger, and releases from it a bolt of pure lightning. This blast soars at speeds far surpassing the multi-legged contraption they now rode on. Within a microsecond, the blast would be upon them, sure to engulf the fleeing shinigami in a vaporizing explosion. Even should they change their trajectory, this bolt of lightning would follow them, as though attracted to a lightning rod. After all, Omoni’s zanpakuto had already been previously charged by the Togabito’s electricity. This meant that no matter what they did, the incinerating blast would inevitably chase them down, honing in on their location.
He then raises his other index finger, causing an arrow to spawn forth. With lightning speed, the arrow whistles through the air, a simple flash of light to the naked eye. Its course takes it directly into the cocoon formed by Captain Nakamoto, the one that now houses the injured Shinjitsu. While the Shinigami, unconscious, had his wounds slowly repaired, he was a sitting target. The arrow pierces the silky shell of the Cocoon's exterior, enough to both stab into Shinjutsu’s skull, and knock the cocoon into the air. With the pod flying through the air, Sword Eater simply let gravity take its course.
Though the infernal heat of the Hell Gate was temporarily negated, the great suctioning of its open maw was still in full effect. Debris, rubble, and blood, soars through the air and into the open gate, never to be seen again. Along with this soars Shinjitsu’s freshly air-born cocoon, the golden arrow even furthering its momentum. Helpless, and with his saviors occupied, the unconscious burn victim stood no chance to resist. Already having tasted Shinjitsu's Zanpakuto, Sword eater had no appetite for the fifth seat. Instead, Shinjitsu would be fed to the Gate of Hell.
With this done, and the current two threats occupied by the electric net now surrounding them, Sword Eater stands still. With his pinky, he picks at the gums of his teeth as though bored. Absentmindedly, he groans in complaint.
“This dish has become so bland…Puhleeease tell me you two are here to spice it up a little...eh, little captain Yu?”
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It was both terrifying and exciting to see that blast of his rip right through the Togabito. Blowing a massive hole through its body and taking out some of the organs with it; while the Amazonian had both shielded herself and broken free of the Togabito’s grasps. It was a relief as he didn’t want to cause harm to one who could possibly out drink him; along with straining a already uneasy and unspoken alliance. Though his attention turned towards the togabito’s corpse as it fell. In that moment, all he could do was put on a victorious smile. Even though he wanted to greet the shinigami like he had with Shizuka, and Kuro, these shinigami here seemed a little more… serious. To this he wanted to leave, and was going to use a hirenkyaku away, and hopefully go out of sight.
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A feeling pain began to wash over him. Something was wrong with his shoulder the pain grew more and more enough so that it caused him to turn the his attention to it. What he saw was an abomination of an ability, one that was consuming him from the inside out. His reiatsu rose, as he tried to pour what was left of his reiryoku and gather as much Reshi as he could to bolster his blut vene. Though it was to no avail as a look of despair came upon Fredrick’s face, and was made worse by the fact that the togabito’s chains began to rattle once more. His heart raced with fear, as he looked down upon the fallen corpse. But how? Why? This was truly a monster that only hell could produce. Every single fiber of his being wanted to scream but he could not, as he became weaker and weaker as the hole became larger and larger by the second. His eyes closed for but a fleeting moment, before feeling a wave of reiatsu wash over the hellscape that was once known as Karakura Town. He opened up to see those blue butterflies make their way across the area.

What’s this? His body turned towards the direction it came from, in doing so he spotted two more shinigami that had not been apart of the battle. One normal looking one and the other was no doubt a captain. Judging by the haori the blond carried upon his back. That look of despair that was on his face? Quickly turned back to a smile. First, he got to witness a lieutenant and now he got to see a captain. This place was truly amazing, he got to finally see Shinigami, and all their glory. He could die knowing that the shinigami have this under control, after all a captain was here.
Now all he could think of was the people he had met. The hero Shizuka, ever so boastful and rightfully so as he showed his strength against a beast like Klaus and his quite companion Kuro, almost a mystery to Fred but overall a good guy. He hoped they were doing well. The Young Miss Blume, who had not been one for a fight, but had the greatest potential he had ever even if it was just by her reiatsu alone. Dominic, a skilled fighter, who he would have had set all of the TV’s in his bar to see the fighter in action. Silas a battle brother, who the two would have paired well in fighting against foes had they trained. And Finally, his best friend Avillio, One of the few that can keep up with Fred in a drinking game, and suspected that he could surpass Fred, It certainly wasn’t easy to keep up with Fred much less beat him.
In his final moments he was about to close his eyes, and allow this black hole take him. leaving nothing behind for the shinigami to study. Though fate had something else in mind as he felt a reiatsu signature far off in the distance. A quincy signature he was all to familiar with, his younger sister, Amanda. A woman who was quite possibly more out going then Fred.
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Although she was too late to deliver the item he needed; she was there for his final moments. with his Singende Säge finally gone he reached for his final seele schneider that he still held, and with that he clumsily wrapped the chain of his quincy cross around the seele schneider, before finally tossing it towards Amanda. Using the last bit of his strength to do so. He watched as seele schneider soared through the air before Amanda snatched it. That smile of Freds grew once more as he thought about his family, and the fact that he was able to see atleast one of his siblings before his death. Though this was suppose to be a moment of terror for him, all he could do was smile. With the knowledge that the shinigami will avenge him and his family knowing he did not die in vain. Though still he could not hold back a set of tears as he yelled at the top of his lungs.
“TELL FATHER I FOUGHT BRAVELY TO THE END! AND THE BAR IS YOURS AMANDA!!!!”
In an instant the black hole had consumed Fredrick Elbeck, The Solider was no more. No bones to body to burry and mourn over The only things left of him was his quincy cross and seele schneider. In which Amanda now held, and she had already begun to move away from this whole ordeal. After all why would she fight knowing her own kind were all but gone? Maybe it was time to bring the Elbeck family out form hiding?
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Death.
A subject many feel fear when it comes forth. A subject many avoid, its powerful pain making the hearts of people ache in pain. Death. A concept so similar to the Void of Kyo.
Both flow one's own essence into the lithe, while also removing their existences from being.
Kyo's thoughts towards this moment are - oddly enough - filled with nothing but Death. Thoughts on how one's life has been lived and whether it was a good or bad life. A great question, one that not even philosophers would be able to answer - simply because each and every one of us lives with a different creed, a different motto.
And yet, Kyo's eyes show something different. His eyes are still alive. His body - even as damaged as it is - can still act and move. Yes. He had made mistakes. Who hasn't made mistakes in their own lives? At least he lived steadfast, following his own beliefs and his own testament. And his beliefs and testament now screamed at Kyo.
It screamed at Kyo.

D E A T H

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From where Κyo was, his eyes could witness every single action that everyone performed - be they an ally, an enemy. or the odd inbetween that the Quincy are currently.
Kyo's eyes look as how the female Quincy utilizes the field of shadow to disappear - her dragging her own ally with her something commendable, especially with how the situation is right now. In general it is not good to leave a battlefield. Doing so, would endanger everyone else. And yet, it was the best possible action.
The colors of gold and vibrant blue would engulf the world for less than a moment - the spectacle being a marvel.
Kyo would smile, his eyes focused on the trap left behind by the woman. He wonders if that will be enough.
He hates the Togabito named Sword Eater. Not because of the state he is in, no. He hates it because it never stood to face him as he had. He hates it because Sword Eater lacks logic. Actually Sword Eater has logic. Kyo understood the said logic behind its thought process. Yes. He did. But he also knows one, one tiny thing that Sword Eater lacks in understanding. Out of everyone Sword Eater faced, Kyo is the one that it should fear the most. In a fight that both fought each other and without the other distractions, Sword Eater's survival would be miniscule. Oddly enough, so was Kyo's. The chances in play are odd. And all fall on whether Kyo would be able to land one single stab upon Sword Eater.
Currently Kyo lacked the strength to stand tall and fight against Sword Eater. He lacked the strength he would need to face it alone. He expected - from those that he knew - that they would follow. His sensei, Omoni, was one who taught him that the best defense is offense. She was the one that paved the way for Kyo’s reasoning of first being a warrior and then being a Shinigami. The difference between the two is quite miniscule.
After Kyo changed divisions, his coming into division 13 had been a nice and refreshing situation. He met interesting people, of which the most important for now were Katsuo and Oyama. He was honored to have met Shinigami with such pure beliefs. And he knew that they would do their best in honoring the way of division 13.
And yet; the opposite happened today. Kyo went in and instead of being followed, the others stood back. He knew that if he asked them their answers would not be what he expected. No. He did not mind. He understood their reason. The enemy they faced was touch. It is hard to face adversity when your body screams that death is imminent. He knows it. Or more precisely he understands the logic behind that, but he has never tasted it.
Kyo welcomes death. It is the reason he exists. He is void of feelings and even those that he feels are not fully understood. They lack a certain touch within his heart.
And so, Kyo watches. He has sensed the arrival of two more people. One that he doesn’t know. The other is a friend. An old friend of Kyo’s and someone he has partnered with many times in the past.
And yet, going by the actions shown by his other allies, he decides to not place their arrival as something he can use.
He decides to use his own actions, whatever the outcome may be. If death came, then so be it. At the very least, he wished that he could be capable of at the least hindering Sword Eater so that it would finally be destroyed.
As for the exact reason as to why Kyo is the one that should be the most feared person in the vicinity for Sword Eater, the answer lies in Sword Eater's - presumed - ability of eating something and taking it within, becoming one with it. Out of everyone within the vicinity at the moment, only Kyo's Zanpakutō is the only one capable of actually harming their own user - be they fakes, like Sword Eater, or the genuine user, Shinjitsu Kyo.
It is an ability meant to represent the end. The bliss that follows this end is eternal, as the void works in such a way that simply removes one’s traces from the Nirvanic cycle.
Kyo's eyes have never left the opponent. His mind always feeds him information for anything. Kyo's hand holding the handle of his weapon, angled in an odd way - its - nonexistent - tip pointed towards Kyo's heart. Kyo's eyes are focused and he awaits. His Reiryoku levels become higher and higher as the moments pass. Kyo is a vessel that is neverending. The vessel is capable of filling continuously, making Kyo a naturally nigh impossibly hard to be depleted battery.
His energy is forced to stay within - no force appearing as of yet. His usage of his own Reiryoku had been close to null, always waiting for the moment he would need. At the start he had used his energy and saw that it barely had any effect on Sword Eater. The result of that was how he ended up missing his legs. And yet, he did not mind. He understood some things. He now knew that while his strength at the moment was lacking, he could utilize that lacking strength to win. He needed to wait. His missing his legs came with Kyo tagging the essence of Sword Eater. This allowed Kyo to drag himself towards Sword Eater. And he knew that it was coming.
A chance. The chance.
Kyo witnesses how an electric current passed through Omoni's Empress, reaching and damaging her. But, as Kyo would expect from someone he looked up to, she did not waver. She stood strong and went on to drag Sword Eater down; finally a visible damage was produced upon its body.
Sword Eater's legs now lost and Kyo smiles. Now both were in the same situation. He knows his chance is close now. Kyo's sword, as his eyes are focused upon this spectacle, is slowly but surely being inserted within his heart. The sensation slowly filled him, being the same as when the battle began. He had not yet fully committed, he knew his chance was coming but it wasn't now. He was ready though.
At the same time, Kyo had not stopped himself from being dragged towards Sword Eater. His own pull was slow, a miniscule amount of Reiatsu was currently utilized. He had felt the acceleration that was brought forth from Omoni’s actions and this was the way that Kyo had avoided the chains that were about to hit him. First the chains moved - following their own master - and then Kyo’s body followed. This acceleration was something good. Kyo smiled even more. The chance was near.
Kyo hears as Omoni's voice fills the area, her own voice a scream of fury. He smiles. He expects to see her as she was in the 11th Division. As the former colleague he had.
Sadly, that does not come. He sees a fragment of her glorious past. Instead of going in she turns about. This shakes Kyo’s heart - even if he does not understand it, nor place any focus on that. If he were able to speak to her, he would say that he understands. Death is scary for most.
And so, Kyo sees the glimmering lights leaving from Sword Eater's mouth, their aim being obviously that of Omoni.
Yet, Kyo stands, waits. He witnesses as a Quincy acts. The actions of this Quincy would be forever engraved within Kyo’s memories and mind. He was one of the few who acted properly.
Sadly, in this day, the Quincy were more like a Shinigami than the Shinigami were.
The red haired Quincy’s voice of calling the name of a technique is heard. Kyo would study the techniques of the Quincies in depth, unsure what the technique does - or at least that is the plan if his yet to come actions allow him to survive.
The distraction that the red haired Quincy had brought forth, is one that Kyo quite likes. He can utilize it. And he does. His blade is finally fully committed - driven within his heart and then being removed. Kyo smiles - the thrill of the battle once more granting Kyo a raison d'etre, as for a bit of time he felt as if he had become a punching bag. Well, burnt and slashed bag, but who cares for the etymology.
Thus, Kyo witnesses the marvel of this Quincy. This memory will remain forever engraved within his mind. How one Quincy acted like a Shinigami, when the Shinigami had simply stood and done nothing at all. Kyo would commend Quincy. Alas, he understood; nay, felt the problem.
While the red haired Quincy had managed to damage Sword Eater gravely - he too got damaged.
Out of everyone within the vicinity, the only one that would be able to recognize it the moment IT was utilized, was Kyo. His Void was being used by the enemy. Albeit crudely, as it lacked the depth it would need to properly do its work. Its rate was slow and could easily be countered if the red haired Quincy simply focused his own energies to counteract the feeding of the Void, or doubling - at the minimum - the general amount of energy that was used. Specifically, the Void works in a simple way. The user feeds it the starting energy which defines the rate of expansion and force the Void has, while the one that was stabbed and whom the Void eats is capable of defending themselves by feeding the Void their own energy to either stall their demise or - and if they do have the energy reserves - neutralize the Void by inserting at a minimum twice the amount of energy first inserted within the Void. And going by the rate of how Sword Eater's rapid regeneration worked, it was obvious that Sword Eater inserted a miniscule amount of Reiatsu, something that can be negated in other words. As for whether the red haired Quincy had the reserves to do so, or not; that is another question.
Kyo witnesses the body, nay, the carcass of Sword Eater falling down. Its chains are always fused with its essence and always following it. Especially the tagged spot - that being about a palm's length away from the core of Sword Eater.

"Good bye."

Kyo's silent words are heard around him. Whether anyone would hear his words, quite close to being whispered, was unknown. He immediately unleashed the full force of his Reiatsu, fully committed to bring about the best outcome he could. To say that Omoni's Reiatsu had been strong and engulfed the area, then that would be true. But to explain the sensation of what was felt the moment Kyo's own Reiatsu was used, would be like showcasing a difference between an elephant and a mouse. Yes, Omoni is strong. So is her own Reiatsu. Its strength is one that can properly showcase why she can be said to be the one who leads the Shinigami - until the arrival of her own captain that is. The same for everyone else's currently within the vicinity.
And yet, the moment Kyo's is activated the world itself changes to something that feels muddled. The colors become disaturated. The world starts distorting, as if looking through a numerous amount of dirty glasses upon dirty glasses. His Reiatsu - ever-growing - now capable of encompassing all of Karakura town and a bit more. And this is just the residual amount of Reiatsu that is not focused upon the carcass of Kyo's enemy. While the amount of Reiatsu and Reiryoku Kyo can command is astronomical, that means nothing if he cannot control it. And he can. His control over his own Reiatsu is one that is beyond belief - going by how he can’t focus his own Reiryoku in such a way as to hide his own existence from others. He is always leaking an amount of Reiryoku. And yet, the amount he commands is astronomically high, as its force is at the same time.
Kyo had focused all the Reiatsu he could muster within a moment upon this entity - upon Sword Eater’s carcass. He would proceed to pull himself to Sword Eater - the amount of the Reiatsu he had inserted was about six times the amount of Reiatsu that Kyo had unleashed in the general vicinity. In other words, the speed Kyo would muster was insane, as his pull towards the carcass was proportionate to the amount of energy he had utilized to pull himself to it. Would he miss that energy and need to focus himself once more in order to refill it? Yes. He would need to do so. But he did not mind. He knew that if he allowed Sword Eater to rejuvenate, something that was obvious since the very first moment Sword Eater was damaged thanks to utilizing the Empress’ powers, Kyo knew that he had to immediately go in. If it rejuvenated, then his death was at a high possibility.
Kyo went in. His speed would allow him to reach Sword Eater within the same time it takes for someone to blink. Yes, he would be damaged from this acceleration. He knew that much. He also knew that this was the best moment to erase the existence of Sword Eater.
Kyo was sure he would survive being critically damaged to his head area purely because he knew the sturdiness of his body. Mere terrain means nothing to a Shinigami after all.
And so, he let loose. Like a comet, his body disappeared but not before his lips opened and words were heard.

"MISSION #11!"

Kyo's words would sound as nonsense, had it not been for Takahiro being nearby. Takahiro was and still is a close friend of Kyo's, one with whom they had trained and gone to missions. Their 11th mission had a peculiar happening, where Kyo was forced to drag the attention of an enemy, while Takahiro landed the death blow. Kyo's words were a reminder of that, hopefully Takahiro would assist Kyo - in the case Sword Eater managed to rebuild its being before Kyo reached it.
And so, Kyo finally appeared besides Sword Eater. Within that moment - a total of just under a second had passed since Kyo had stabbed himself in the heart to activate his technique and gone in. Kyo's hands had both been angled in a proper way that when he reached Sword Eater's body they would come in contact with the mush without Kyo's need to make any alterations. No matter what his thought processing speed is and his own physical speed is, it would be nigh improbable to create minor alterations in such a moment and within such circumstances, unless Kyo was capable of utilizing Shunpo - something he would definitely train for if he survived. If only he was capable of utilizing Shunpo, he would have been a better support instead of a hindrance. He knew that.
Kyo's hands finally came in contact with the carcass, as it immediately and with zero chances of nullification became a Void within the world. A black hole has now appeared upon Karakura. This Black Hole had the properties of existing for as long as the item or being touched could exist, all the while devouring the Reiryoku of whatever was touched - be it the master of the Void or anything else. The amount of Reiatsu devoured per moment was astronomical and it is the reason why the black hole would remain for less than a second. Sadly, that one second could prove to be fatal for anyone but Kyo. If the Reiatsu Kyo had at the time, had been capable to be quantified in a number, then the quantified force this black hole had achieved was at minimum a hundred of those numbers. And moment by moment its energy would rise also in the hundreds.
In other words it meant the death of any and all spiritual beings around the black hole - minus Kyo who was immune to it. Provided they were sucked within this black hole that is.
Alas, their death would never come. You see, Kyo is the master of this black hole. And while it is true that this black hole's force was such, the moment it started activating Kyo's own Reiatsu disappeared. It became as Kyo never existed. As if he was never in this battleground.
His own being was last seen entering the core of this black hole.
He knew that he would feel nothing. He would not be damaged by the force of the black hole. And he knew that - with him within the core of this black hole - that he could fully manipulate its force and command it. And that is exactly what he did. He forced the black hole's energy to flow within one specific spot. His own heart. His own being. He would utilize the energy of this black hole to feed his own energy reserves, to flare them up and have them grow even more. It was something doable, as Kyo’s vessel was ever hungry. Its hunger was never satiated and it’s the reason Kyo is capable of commanding such an immense amount of energy.
In other words, he would cheat his way in how he filled his energy reserves. In doing so, he would be damaged. The black hole’s master, Kyo, would be damaged as his vessel would expand immensely. Kyo was used to his vessel expanding continuously. Alas, the expansion was mostly linear with no spikes. And now, a spike had been created as Kyo was devouring the black hole which was formed from Sword Eater's own energy. What a tragic end for a being that mattered to nothing in the end.
The one that hungered ended up as the one that was used as food in the end.
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It only stayed for a moment. Kyo's body came out afterwards. His eyes would look at the red haired Quincy. Had the Quincy managed to neutralize the void, then Kyo would nod.
Sadly the Quincy was slowly being erased. With how near Kyo was to this man, seeing his actions and hearing his words and heartbeat. Kyo understood. He was a man who had lived a full life. He would die with - probably - nothing to hold him back. Kyo knew that this person was someone he would engrave within his own mind. He knew of that. And he wished that he had met the man sooner.
Afterwards, Kyo would fall unconscious after the black hole had dissipated, his body would fall to the ground. He was alive. The energy had slightly revitalized him, but did not remove the damage. Kyo was now stabilized and hopefully would receive treatment.
All that remained within Kyo's mind was one thing.
That he survived and that he would need to reevaluate some beliefs of his.
 

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Without wasting another second, Omoni barked her orders at Oyama. It was crucial that they find their way back to the Senkaimon as soon as possible and the only one capable of that task was Hoshi according to Hageshi. The bolster of the Lieutenant’s voice sought to light a fire under the younger Shinigami’s ass to get her to move faster than she ever had before.
“ Oyama! Find a way to the Senkaimon Gate!”
They were clear demands. Simple and to the point. Right now, this was what the third seat could do to help the trio proceed.
"Oya!"
Over the roar of the violence, Hageshi noticed another Thirteenth member who had arrived with a small army to help whom she had come to know to be Katsuo Oda. The two appeared to be comrades in arms after he called to her with some kind of nickname and by the looks of it he intended on joining them too in their retreat. A wise move.
" I can... At least do this for you guys…”
The frosty breeze gave the giant woman goosebumps as it whisked across the battlefield. Before her eyes the scorched area began to cool down. This gave her a brief sense of relief for at least now those left behind would not have to endure such a disastrous atmosphere if only for a few minutes. By now, Namakizu had taken off and it was last call for those who wanted to jump on board.
"Omoni-Lt-san…”
His voice sounded weak. That was to be expected after facing a treacherous being like this Togabito that was obviously scores more powerful than he was. Honestly she would have been surprised if he wasn’t worn out. Now he was nearby appearing to succumb to his body’s collapse and verbally reached out to her. It was a sentiment lost on the Amazonian however, what she had done had been her duty and she wouldn’t have hesitated to do it again. There was no fear in the heart of a medic therefore nothing could have stopped her from what she had to do.
"I'm Sorry; we as a Division couldn't do better; I'm sorry you had to fight that thing for us… if it weren't for you we would all be dead…”
As far as she was concerned now was not the time for coulda, shoulda or wouldas. Hageshi did not acknowledge those words and focused on the challenge at hand which was to successfully get away from the scene. After all, it would do no one any good to wallow in their regrets.
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Debris and blistering blue flame passed by the trio as they bounded away from the scene. Normally Omoni was not one to look back at what was behind her but in this case she was abandoning the field and leaving it in the hands of the kid. It was not that she didn’t have faith in his abilities as a Captain, her reluctance came from a spot in her heart reserved for Yu Nakamoto that didn’t want to see him harmed. At least in the small amount of time Oyama had to speak before Omoni had snatched her away, she had relayed what information she did have to him. This enemy was dastardly and now that it had absorbed her outstanding healing mechanisms...there was a very real possibility that the kid could be hurt. Her need to check on him to make sure this was not so was too great to stop her from glancing over her shoulder.
A good thing she did because not only would she be witness to the gallant Quincy’s demise, her cerulean eye spied the enemy taking aim. It seemed it was unable to relinquish them from their toiling and was determined to cut them down. Truly his evil knew no limit. Earlier she had taken into account that since snacking on her Zanpakuto, the Togabito’s attacks followed those on the field in the exact manner that Namakizu would track it’s opponents. It left her to assume that whatever the monster had in store was going to do the same and so thinking fast, Omoni’s right foot lifted into the air and came down violently on a single spike and snapped it off.
“OHHH!!! --- YOU WRETCHED WOMAN!”
Almost instantly, her subconscious was assaulted by the shrill shrieking of the Empress. Her highness was absolutely appalled at the mistreatment she had endured since the beginning of their mission. First, she had been bitten, BITTEN! Of all of the uncultured, classless and barbaric things to happen to her this had to be one of the WORST. It would not go unreprimanded, the demon queen had had enough.
“WHAT are you thinking?! How DARE you break me!!!”
She had half a mind to stop her thick headed wielder in her tracks if it hadn’t meant certain doom for the lot of them. Seething, Namakizu continued on leaving a piece of herself to act as a pseudo lightning rod which Omoni hoped would take the entirety of the lightning bolt streaking across the city to strike them down instead of them.
“ We’ll settle up later!!! JUST MOVE!!!”
Hageshi shouted over the sound of the chaos pounding in her soul. It was the cry of a general in charge of her troops. It was a command with an urgency not meant to be defied and so stubbornly the Oni Empress rescinded her comments. For now.
If all had gone as the woman had hoped then the three of them would have disappeared into the night free of the villain until her mission was completed and she could come back with a vengeance.
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