[BSD-RP] Human World: Karakura Town

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In response to his command, his Lieutenant jumps first, taking the initiative to heed his word.
“...I get it. You’ll hold things down here huh? Fine by me!” Omoni proclaims in response to her Captain’s orders for retreat. It was a rare sight, seeing Omoni so compliant to anyone’s orders, but there was no time to truly revel in the moment as another voice chimes in immediately after.
“WAIT! Captain Nakamoto! The Togabito has the ability to adapt and possibly become immune to your zanpakutō and kidō 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–” she tries to explain before being forcefully yanked away by Omoni’s zanpakuto.
“I’m comin back though! You hear me?! I”m gonna get that pompadour freak and come back!” she adds as she makes her departure, causing Yū to release a deep sigh of disappointment. ‘Of course you are... ‘ he replies under his breath, failing to calm the flame of combat that perpetually danced within her. In an ideal world, there would be no need for Omoni and her companions to make their return… and it would be up to Yu alone to make that situation a reality.
Katsuo Oda hesitates for a moment, unable to decide if it's truly best for him to take his leave or now or further assist the newly arrived duo in their clash against Sword Eater. Before he can make a decision himself, Shoumetsu’s harsh criticisms take the lead, scolding his fellow Shinigami stern enough to make his swift evacuation– however, at Yū’s displeasure. While Captain Nakamoto would usually take this time to reiterate and soften Shoumetsu’s words as was his unshakeable nature, the ruthlessness of the hellspawn refuses to wait for formalities to end.
Before Yū can even part his lips to reprimand his associate, the faint sound of crackling electricity summons the hair on the back of his neck to instantly rise. He instantly jerks his head over his shoulder to steal a glance at the fast approaching volley– But, by this point, it’s too late for the Captain and his aide to come out in one piece. Despite their true target being the butterflies, the barrage of golden arrows ravage through the Captain’s frame at his seemingly modest attempt to flee, appearing to tear the blur known as Yū Nakamoto into shreds. Upon arrival, white, black, and crimson strips of cloth scatter violently, a plethora of arrows puncturing the silhouette, then the silhouette’s remains and then on top of that, the remains of the remains, before all roasting to ash within the high voltage net.
Yet the presence of the Fairy prevails; A blue-winged figure shrouded in head-to-toe black circles around Sword Eater’s stagnant position whilst simultaneously creating more distance between them. He is able to witness the effortless capture and swift retrieval of his caged butterflies with perturbed eyes, as he devours one whole, no doubt gaining strength from his abducted snack. He recalls Oyama’s rushed attempt at delivering intel on the Togabito, specifically its ability to replicate and grow immune to whatever it consumes. Fortunately for Yū, his Shikai abilities weren’t one of an offensive nature so the extra concern for retaliation is easily washed off of him. But, if the same principle also applied towards his Bankai… the young Captain would need to end this quickly as he had no intention of seeking out the answer.
In spite of his close call with death and at the cost of losing his earned Haori, the Captain’s eyes never leave that of Sword Eater’s frame, readying his fleeing stance mid-flight for a ferocious charge against the beast. It’s then that Yū finds himself once again not adhering to his true purpose, instead nearly engaging in direct combat without further securing his patient’s safety. ‘Damn...‘ he mutters as his wings purposefully shift in direction, altering his path to the now stable reiryoku signature of Shinjitsu. As he barrels in Shinjitsu’s direction, it’s an unconscious race against the clock between Yū and the Togabito’s divided attention. While Sword Eater remains occupied in this very brief moment with his index finger and focus shifting in an attempt to vaporize the retreating trio, the young Captain decides to use this golden opportunity to retrieve his fellow Shinigami instead of using the short window provided to make his strike. While for any other Shinigami this brief period would be inconsequential in regards to either decision, for a Shunpo master and a Shinigami molded in order to move and think clearly under pressure, this instance provided more than enough time to act. In his swift approach to the cocoon, the reminder of his own selflessness invades his mind, replaying a moment that Yū just can’t seem to shake.

“If they’re afraid of getting hurt, then too bad. Tell them to hurry up and die so someone who’s willing to put in the work can fill their spot. We don’t have time to coddle weaklings.”
For a moment Yū Nakamoto hesitates, slowing his rapid flight as the Phantom’s voice echoes in his head. A small part of him reflects on this ideology, almost beginning to understand. Yū realizes it would be vastly easier to simply discard any notion of saving the cocooned Shingaimi, instead using him as bait or disregarding him entirely to strike down his enemy in one fell swoop.
No doubt most would act in such manner… and yet, Yū still finds himself unable to do the same.
Shaking off the reminder of an unforgiving moral held by an unforgiving man, his pace picks backs up again, now mere meters away from his target. Preventing casualties would be his priority until the day he fell himself, and there was no higher power in this life or the next that would deter him from his promise. Even if their Commander had given this order to act as a teaching lesson to show him the cruel truths of battle, Captain Nakamoto would instead rise up to the challenge, starting with the half man– Shinjitsu Kyo.

“I’ll never be like you…”… he mutters as Shinjitsu’s cocoon finally comes within his grasp. With a rough tug upwards, he yanks the makeshift bodybag underneath his arm, but only mere moments too late. Perhaps if Captain Nakamoto hadn’t hesitated for that slight moment, Shinjitsu’s retrieval would end without further injury. Unfortunately, this wasn’t going to be the case. Undisturbed, the arrow cleanly pierces through Shinjitsu, yet while its intended target was his skull, due to the Captain’s quick thinking, his forceful jerk upwards upon recovery, the cocoon’s surprising weight, and the hell gate’s intense suction propelling the pair further forward then intended, the arrow narrowly misses and instead cleanly pierces through the incapacitated Shinigami’s shoulder and shoots merely a hair away from the Captain’s dangling foot. Blood erupts from the gaping hole exposed between the severed threads, spilling out all over Yū’s left arm as he tucks the unusually small cocoon underneath him.
Up to this point, the Captain has yet to see what is shrouded by the butterflies’ threads but as far as he can assume, the damage sustained must have been borderline fatal especially when recalling the weakened reiryoku signature he felt upon arrival. To further remedy the half-man’s state who at this point had already been put into stasis, the same arm that holds the tucked cocoon lifts it higher up with a green, glowing palm slamming over the entry point of the wound. As if second nature, quickly, the blood spilling from the cocoon obediently halts its flow, as the exposed muscle fibers that surround the wound twist shut like a seamstress sewing threads together.
With the hopeful escape of Omoni, Oyama, and Katsuo, Yū understands for the time being there is no safer area to house the devoid Shinigami than within his grasp. It would be a drag engaging his enemy with only one free arm, but at the very least, he was only half as heavy, making the weight bearable and not too compromising. Despite the heat having been tamed thanks to Katsuo's final contribution before his smart retreat, the hell gate's pull is still relentless, drawing in everything it can forcefully consume. With one powerful flap of his wings, the boy is a retreating blur once more, flash stepping drastically far away from the gate's spawn yet halting to at a comfortable distance facing an assumedly, relaxed Sword Eater. At his arrival with a comatose Shinjitsu in tow, Sword Eater sarcastically beckons to the withstanding Shinigami.
“This dish has become so bland…Puhleeease tell me you two are here to spice it up a little...eh, little captain Yū?” it mocks casually, picking at its teeth.
Its’ craving for bloodshed, its degrading statement aimed at those who were unable to overwhelm it, and its willingness to target those incapacitated and those that chose to fall back– it all made Yū sick to his stomach. This creature truly was a product of Hell and didn’t deserve the Captain’s kindness nor his mercy… only utter and irreparable annihilation. Yū’s face is instantly plagued with a scowl that is menacing enough yet his anger allows him to follow through with words and eventually…
… with action.
“Don’t patronize me. You might end up getting a little…”

Six beams of light instantly join together at Sword Eater’s waist, locking its arms tightly to its own frame. With no indication of further action besides continuing to grant the villain an answer, the Togabito would no doubt be astonished at its sudden and full-bodied impairment. However, due to its recent showcase and the mere feat it somehow remained in one piece in the face of Lieutenant Hageshi’s wrath moments prior, Captain Nakamoto is already more than aware this prison will likely not suffice for long. In a haunting whisper, Yū’s silhouette that hovers before the now paralyzed Togabito lingers for a few moments…

“... more than you bargained for.”
… before another appears right behind Sword Eater. Simultaneous with the boy’s unsuspecting arrival directly at Sword Eater’s back, a singular black orb shrouded by violet, crackling energy spawns in the center of its chest. With its manifestation, Sword Eater’s inability to move even a mere muscle becomes even more veritable; And in the hellspawn’s first possible instance of realizing this would both the Yū Nakamoto standing before it and the Yū Nakamoto merely a hair away from its back vanish in unison as a similar voice notably further away booms…
“Bakudo #79. Kuyō Shibari!”
As Yū makes his swift withdrawal, he hoists the cocoon tightly to his side with his left arm, his hand still firmly covering Shinjitsu’s now sealed wound. His free arm juts outward as his palm flattens out in Sword Eater’s direction. The Captain’s bold declaration and physical gesture summons forth 8 other orbs of similar appearance to concurrently appear surrounding the immediate space, readying the demonic being for his inevitable and justified slaughter… but, not by Captain Nakamoto’s hands. His retreat wasn't one of cowardice, or one that showed any signs of apprehension unlike his decision to bail out Shinjitsu. It was purely tactical, and to ensure his and the injured safety from what was to follow next. With no physical weapon to lean back on and the refusal to take the risk of having one of his offensive spells be ingested by Sword Eater, Yū has no choice but to rely on his comrade who has been free up to this point to prepare for this exact moment and deal a devastating final blow. Now meters back from the forcefully detained Sword Eater does Captain Nakamoto assert command with a powerful cry.
“NOW, SHOUMETSU!”

 

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Her eyes closed as she began to drown out all the noise around her. She was trying to find the senkaimon gate and the people around it. Though even this was proving to be difficult, as her thoughts weighed heavily upon her mind. Not only with the Togabito, but with two hollows from before, the one reeking havoc upon both humans and shinigami. Then the other who exploded. She saw it as a moment of failure under her leadership. If anything, she needed to learn, how their counter parts at 10th division operated.
“Oya!”
Katsuo would yell out the nickname he gave her. A name she wasn’t to fond of, but never brought out her displeasure for it, if only for being nice. She began to concentrate once more, this time removing her doubts from her mind. Every fiber of her being began to hone in on the location of the senkaimon gates. She had finally picked up on its location, and was ready to guide. Though as her eyes opened up she had came to the end of Katsuo speaking.
“if it weren't for you we would all be dead…”
They could have died from such a foe. Maybe… her mind was working through the events that happened with the Togabito. Some would say she was over thinking things, after all it was one of the things that had been weighing on her mind. It didn’t help that Katsu was right, though, and from her count there was only two seated officers with Omoni retreating. Herself and Katsuo, While Shinjitsu didn’t join them. She wasn’t aware of his situation being cocooned and healing; for all she knew he was still disobeying orders and wanting to throw his life away. Even if it was 13th’s duty to protect Kara they were ill prepared, and needed outside assistance. Thankfully Captain Nakamoto came to the rescue. Though still it might prove difficult for him as well, with this Togabito already amped up from everyone’s abilities.
All the while she watched everything that transpired, the cooling of the area by Katsuo, the demise of the red headed quincy to the lightning that came for them; to Omoni’s breaking of her zan to act as the sacrificial lamb. Oyama had by this point began to nudge and push Omoni’s directions, not speaking but nudging her till they were close enough.
“I think, its over by the left!”
Relief could be heard in her voice as they came in sight of the Senkaimon gates. She had pushed herself up and shunpo’d towards it. With her eyes looking at Lieutenant Hagashi and Katsuo, worry was written on her face, as she would turn towards the gates. Her fist clenching as did her hand on her zan began to squeeze harder. She wasn’t a fan of abandoning her post, but still she knew she would be more of a liability than she would be helpful. She wasted little time stepping through the gates, though she did so with shame, shame in knowing 13th in its current state wasn’t strong enough to protect their district. This would have signaled that Karakura was free for the taking had the quincy stayed or worst yet, the arrancar had they been watching. She had a lot to work on, but she would want to work on her zanpakutō, she didn’t want to rely on Kido alone. Hopefully when this is all done she can get training in with Omoni, though it would have been better for team building she would prefer to get her bases first before building upon that. After all, Omoni could probably point out Oyama’s flaws easier than Katsuo would.

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Katsuo kept his eyes forced open and awake; he was worn out completely but didn't want to show enemies that he was. His face was about as disappointed as Oyama's… mostly in himself. He was quiet, using all his concentration on staying awake.
"you baka. We are going to train you until you die now."
Katsuo moaned under his breath. Eikogitsune wasn't lying when she said that. If anything they would keep their word next time he entered their realm. As they approached the senkaimon, Katsuo looked at Omoni, then Oyama, and went to climb off Omoni's Zanpakuto; he fell over onto the ground and caught himself with Eikogitsune's right blade, using it as a temporary crutch.
"Lt. Hageshi… could I… use one of your shoulders for support? It took everything I had left to negate the temperature alone of that Hell gate…"
He said, leaning on the senkaimon frame.
"your hollow I captured should be in division four by now. Not that it's my business as to why you needed it…"
He'd head on in and go for the trip back home.
Meanwhile; at the epicenter of the attack on Karakura, Several division 13 members left to back up Yu Nakamoto and Shoumetsu Takahiro.
The first group remaining and able to fight take the moment of The togabito being paralyzed by Yu's kido to their advantage and use their Hakuda techniques to attack the Togabito's mask. A heavyset 13th member attempts to smash it in half from the front as three smaller female come in with kicks to it's head from left right and behind at the same time; causing the big guy in front's attack to be more successful should he shatter that mask; or give a distraction long enough for Shoumetsu's attack.
Some however, raise a kido barrier to block the suction and winds of the hell gate temporarily only in Yu and Shoumetsu's area; which kept Katsuo's cooling effect a bit longer and temporarily stopped the pull toward the gate. Now the hell gate would be pulling the barrier and those casting it however they would hold it in place until Yu and Shoumetsu's attack commenced.

>>> to central seireitei>>>>

 

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Staring out at everything that transpired around him on the battlefield, that was once Karakura Town it was hard to believe they were the same area. How could somebody so easily transform this place into something that was best to be described as hellscape in the time that transpired since its arrival. Still, the faint sound of his zanpakuto metallic ringing on his back can be heard with Enshojo thirst just the same boiling to the surface and kept himself on alert while invoking a game plan on what is the best approach to this. Wasn’t long until they arrived on the scene after Omoni managed to break free along with the other two retreating soon after Katsuo doing one last favor reducing the heat of the area. Although, still Shoumetsu interest didn’t fall on what Katsuo actions or words were after his comment, but only on what individuals since he left the Senkaimon and entered here. This was quite the sight to behold on what happened between Quincy and the togabito named Sword Eater as it attempted to flee without legs using a spiritual arrow before he was brought to a complete halt. Just like that the togabito got blasted apart by the Quincy attack which should have been the end to this all, but during this whole situation Shoumetsu stayed alert paying attention to the events going on. While others may have felt some relief he never stopped watching, taking notice of small pieces to this puzzle, like its flinging off the mask with sudden jerk movement of the head. Another key thing that did not escape him was despite Sword Eater supposedly defeat, Shoumetsu who was somebody always seeking strong prey or challenge subconsciously searching out the presence of the strong around his vicinity. The togabito somebody who took great interest in hearing how strong it was and didn’t conceal its spiritual energy in the fight this entire time, and flaunted it so openly with pride. This made detecting it tracking this togabito movement easier to anticipate since his arrival, with the others only being small pings to keep track of those who were capable to be sensed placements.
It was barely detectable while Sword Eater laid in the molten street burnt dead, the spiritual power that should have faded still lingered about. Though how was this possible? This very notion in the back of his head left Shoumetsu baffled up until the point he witnessed the brave Quincy death with a technique he was very familiar with; Shinjitsu’s zanpakuto powers. This completely confirmed what was already told to them, and a few minutes after this realization Sword Eater stood up placing back on the mask quickly he protected so quickly when he knew wasn’t going to getaway. Something puzzled Shoumetsu was what allowed for the togabito mask not to be dragged into the pull of hell? On top of that what made him immune to this very pull? The only reasonable conclusion he could come up with was that they all shared one thing in common being products of the realm of hell itself. Despite this, he knew what needed to be done before they left on this mission which never really stopped resonating in his mind: destroy the threat. As he stood there on the dance floor of this battlefield he simply waited for the curtains to be drawn for the play to begin, and thanks to those who fought so valiantly the stepping stones to his target were laid. Nearly unable to keep the bottled excitement contained thanks to Fred the moment Shoumetsu so patiently waited for it to present itself letting a small amount of cloth be unraveled from his sleeve thanks to the efforts granted by Katsuo chilling the area momentarily.
One fact governed them all was the spirit energy to course through all of the people present on the battlefield. With its head destroyed this meant the moment it stood up getting read of his surroundings once again, there was that small moment he had no killing intent nor was he using his spiritual energy to harness its powers. It was this moment Shoumetsu made his move without any thought besides that of his instincts taking over. The one mistake the togabito made was to think that he or Yu was distracted, both never losing focus on what mattered. In the same moment, the togabito made his attack Shoumetsu had dropped to all fours in a primal stance, and with little effort launched himself forward doubling his speed with the strength of both his arms and legs enhanced by his reiryoku. This was immediately followed up by the cloth quickly fully uncoiling out of his sleeve taking advantage of the hell gates pull that continued to wreak havoc on the city, and rapidly rotated himself causing the cloth to coil around his body just before the electric net reached its mark singing the ends of his outfit. With that Shoumetsu seemed to vanish completely before suddenly the cloth unraveled itself just above the togabito head aiming to appear hastily within its blind spot. To this moment Shoumetsu blood lust remained contained along with his spiritual pressure concealed to the best of his ability before entering into the human world.
”Faster...much faster…”
Focused completely on the battle at hand he knew needed to exceed his limits more than ever and that is exactly what he planned to do pushing his body to its maximum. The two of them wasted no time to strike with the bakudo finished by Yu Nakamoto. He did not hesitate to wait for him to get out the way knowing every second and opportunity counted for his surprise attack from above only trusting in the capabilities of his comrade to act quickly. None of Shoumetsu reiatsu was felt outwards because he contained all of his energy through his body to increase both his strength and reaction speed not leaving this deciding blow on one single attack...but an onslaught. Another thing that the togabito failed to grasp was most shinigami were never alone on the battlefield, and this was the case for this battle crazed shinigami, Shoumetsu. While Shoumetsu mind honed in on the togabito, Enshojo acted in unison keeping all of her senses to any incoming threats. A feat was only capable of those who shared a complete trusting bonding between one another, always turning a fight against him into a two versus one of the unexpected. Letting his murderous intent erupt outward with Shoumetsu performing the hakuda technique Raioken, delivering a barrage of ultra-high-speed punches with both arms that devastated everything below him while prepared. Pushing himself than he ever had with his skill in hakkei turning every single one of these strikes into one-inch punches that generated a small burst of pressure from sheer power placing into every one cratering the area around which quickly causing rippling shock waves destroying the area around him with the sounds of maniacal laughter. The true dance had now begun between Shoumetsu and Sword Eater seeing who would come out on top of this, as he would continue on this attack until the togabito mask was shattered to pieces knowing that was his weakness along with breaking its bones in the process, knowing there was nearly no room for error and every single attack counted from this point on.

 

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The Togabito savors the delicacy that is Captain Nakamoto’s shikai. The butterfly mushing between the ivory teeth of the Hell Spawn’s mask. Until this point Sword Eater had remained famished, despite consuming an aspect of nearly every opponent he faced. This is because, until this point, Sword Eater had not consumed the zanpakuto of a Captain.
It is true that Yu Nakamoto’s zanpakuto possesses no offensive capabilities. However, this did not mean that permitting Sword Eater to consume it would be harmless. The young captain, inexperienced, naive, and self doubting, forgets his own value. However, Sword Eater, having consumed the memories of Omoni’s Zanpakuto, understood the potential that the Lieutenant saw in her Captain.
Ichikō may not be capable of inflicting damage, but that is hardly it’s strength. The blade’s benefit is the very same one that Captain Nakamoto depends upon. What makes Ichikō a high value target is not its ability to cause harm, but its ability to negate it. Of all Zanpakuto in the Soul Society, it is Ichikō who possesses the greatest ability to heal. Unparalleled in its restorative properties, to wield Ichikō to its full effect is essentially to become immortal. Up until now, having consumed Omoni’s zanpakuto, the Togabito had to fulfill its requirements in order to reap its rewards.
No longer.
Now, Sword Eater is capable of healing without need of first inflicting damage. Now, he is functionally immortal. What Nakamoto had done, within seconds of his arrival, was perhaps the worst blunder of this entire encounter. Not only does the creature possess the abilities of three powerful quincy, as well as the untapped potential of Thirteenth’s Sixth Seat, and the legendary power of the Fourth’s very own Lieutenant, now the Togabito possesses the power of a true Captain. Now, the being is unkillable. Perhaps even....unbeatable.
“Don’t patronize me. You might end up getting a little…”

Six beams of light strike like a guillotine from all sides, pinning the Togabito’s hands to his waist. These blades of energy materialize from thin air, without sign or warning. A former Hollow, a denizen of Hell, a consumer of Omoni’s memories. He has a recollection as to what Kido is, but not a familiarity with its intricacies and nuance. He remains unaware of the fact that such a thing requires an incantation, and is ignorant as well as to the classification of a “Bakudo” spell. He is completely unknowing of the fact that currently, he is meant to be bound and restrained.
Despite the force of this strike, and the effective immobilization caused by this common kido, Sword Eater does not appear to struggle. In fact, he doesn’t move at all. It is as though nothing had happened, as though he simply remained standing in his spot. Most opponents would writhe in pain, crushed by the restrictive power of this spell, but the Togabito wore it naturally. After all, who but a Togabito, bound by the chains of Hell, knows best about what it means to be restricted?

“... more than you bargained for.”
All of the drama and flair of the Captain’s actions and words falls upon an unappreciative audience. The Togabito gives no response, verbally or physically. When the Captain appears behind him, Sword Eater does not seem to register the threat. While the captain buzzes around him utilizing his speed clones, the Togabito’s eyes do not shift to try and trace him. It is as though the Captain was being ignored. No, that implies an effort. Rather, it is as though the Captain does not register onto Sword Eater’s radar at all. The Togabito in its boredom remains nonchalant. Could it be that this Captain level Shinigami was no threat to the creature at all?
“Bakudo #79. Kuyō Shibari!”
Eight black orbs manifest surrounding the Togabito, while a ninth swells within the creature’s chest. These orbs, each a miniature black hole, pull at the hellspawn from every side, their gravitational pull enough to tear most mortal beings to shreds. Yet….Just as quickly as they were summoned, the black orbs would be replaced.
Within the blink of an eye, eight arrows of Golden light fire from the Togabito. Each connecting dead center with the orbs that surround him. Unmoving and slow, with the added weight of a gravitational pull, it is a simple matter for the arrows to reach them. Upon piercing these orbs, the absorption effect of the arrows take hold, slowly eating away at the Reishi that composes the Kido. However, this is but an unintended side effect to the Togabito’s true strike. As each black hole, pierced by the Togabito’s attack is now susceptible to Sword Eater’s void. Within the black holes of Kuyō Shibari, purple voids manifest and spiral. They counter-rotate against the gravitational pull, until both are completely negated.
“NOW, SHOUMETSU!”
So focused on the task at hand, Captain Nakamoto neglected to pay attention to his own hand. Allowing Shinjitsu to be pierced by the Togabito’s arrows, even if nonlethally, was a fatal mistake. As the Captain watched the Togabito counter-void his Kido, he snuggly pulled Shinjitsu’s Cocoon close to his chest. Holding the injured Sixth Seat under his arm, his hand directly covered the sealed wound. Perhaps this tight hold on the cocoon is responsible for the Captain’s delay in noticing the fact that even should he seek to, he would be unable to let go.
Within the Cocoon, during the course of the Captain's actions, Shinjitsu was being murdered under his very arm. As the Captain danced about and said his smart retorts, he ignorantly allowed Shinjitsu to suffer the same exact fate as the Quincy Fredrick. Just as Fred had been slightly punctured in the shoulder by the Togabito’s arrow, Shinjitsu had been fully pierced through. Therefore, just as Frederick's own body became a void, tearing itself apart, so did Shinjitsu’s. By the time the Captain secured the cocoon closer to himself to protect Shinjitsu, he was only holding an empty cocoon filled with void.
Captain Nakamoto, hoping to witness Shoumetsu’s counter attack, would instead find his attention drawn to his side. A crippling pain, as though every bone in his left hand, arm, and left side of his ribs, were suddenly broken. An immense purple void manifests, finally breaking through the exterior of it’s cocoon. A black hole, spawned directly under the Captain's arm. Suddenly, the pull of the Hell Gate is matched by a new threat, as the very buildings around the battlefield begin to shake from the pulling force. Captain Nakamoto, whose hand was placed directly on the spawning point, would find himself in a position unable to escape. His left hand, his left arm, and his ribs, were already in contact with the void. They, like Fredrick and Shin, would cease to exist. Instead, where once there was flesh, now there is void. The black hole, having consumed Shinjitsu, feeds itself now off of Yu Nakamoto’s Reiryoku. The more the Captain tried to resist its spread, the faster it would grow.
Having witnessed the death of the Quincy, Captain Nakamoto knows well what his own fate will be. Likely the image of the man’s body disintegrating into nothing before the Captain’s very eyes now floods his very mind. At the very least, Yu was able to restrict the Togabito enough to allow Shoumetsu the killing blow, correct? There was still one black hole left within the creature’s body, and the rods of light still hold it firmly in place. Yet….still…..the creature doesn’t react. The Captain had done enough right? His dying moment would ensure that the people of this city were safe……...right?

Fairy turned Fiend, the Togabito’s Reiatsu spikes. His spiritual energy takes a familiar shape, mimicking the iconic wings of the legendary fairy. The moment they sprout, an explosion of heat erupts throughout the atmosphere of the battlefield. The shockwave of the creature’s release is enough to negate the temperature cooling effects of the now gone Thirteenth Division’s 4th seat zanpakuto. The heat of the Togabito’s reiatsu frees the heat of the Hell gate, and the atmosphere once more grows to inhuman levels of destruction. With the terraforming like power of the hell gate restored, anything within one hundred feet of the gate begins to burn as though within active flame. The street once more glows a hot red, as the asphalt returns to a magma like state, and the city block begins to sink. Yet, this was all but a byproduct of the Togabito’s reiatsu effect, its true intention was much more sinister, as it moves for the first time since Yu and Shoumetsu’s arrival.
”Faster...much faster…”
Shoumetsu descends from the sky, having launched himself from all floors into the air in order to deliver a surprise attack. Unfortunately, the Togabito had watched the Eleventh Shinigami leap into the air, and was well aware of the opponent’s incoming attack due to the Captain’s prompting words. The issue wasn’t the surprise, but the lack of mobility caused by the Captain. Luckily for Sword Eater, that very same Captain had given him the solution.
Sword Eater’s wings, now outstretched as Shoumetsu falls, thrash for the very first time. The countering force behind the wings, pitted against the golden rays of light that keep Sword Eater restrained, is enough to tear the Togabito’s body clean in half. His torso rips from his waist, carried by the red fairy-like wings, freeing him from the Bakudo as he soars high into the air. His legs drop limp to the ground for the second time, again a mass of flesh.
However, this was not a simple escape, but a counter-attack in disguise. Shoumetsu, falling from the sky and already in the motion for the flurry of strikes known as Raioken, would not be able to alter his movement. Instead, the moment when he would have made contact with the Togabito is replaced by his fist making contact with the now exposed black orb that was once inside the Togabito’s chest. Upon contact, Shoumetsu’s hand would succumb to the binding effects of the bakudo spell, keeping his fist engulfed within the black void. What’s worse, is that the timing on this is such that upon this happening, and the Togabito’s legs falling limp, the golden lights of Rikujōkōrō would all close further. Whereas before they had pinned the Togabito through constant force from all directions, now without the Togabito to resist the force, the six beams of light would instead close around both of Shoumetsu’s arms. The Eleventh shinigami had opted for a series of one inch punches, meaning there was no distance between his arms when the light would close around them simultaneously.
Shoumetsu was pinned by his superior’s own Kido. He was in essence a sitting duck, a fitting centerpiece for a feast, should it be prepared right. Fortunately, Sword Eater, a connoisseur, knew exactly how to do so. The air around Shoumetsu crackles for but a moment, before it is replaced with a thundering….
BOOOOOOOOM

Again, a thunderous blast of lightning rains down from the heavens, a gift from the meal provided by Silas Mikoto. Once more, the city shakes, the dawn of a rising sun being replaced by a blinding white flash. Even those the Shinigami who had evaded the Togabito, would now feel the impact of the strike miles away. While Yu and Shoumtesu, still on the battlefield, would have their retinas burnt simply by laying witness to the strike. Shoumetsu, stuck within the epicenter of the lightning, would find no amount of Reiatsu to be enough to save him. Instead, pure electricity would course through every ounce of his being, incinerating every fiber of flesh and muscle inside him, frying his brain and cooking his heart.
Meanwhile, as the smell of cooked flesh once more permeates the air, Sword Eater watches from atop the rubbled remains of what once was a school building. The lightning incinerating Shoumetsu, and the Void disintegrating Yu reflects across his mask. Nearly a third of the city is now destroyed from the combination of the Hell Gate’s heat and suction, the Lightninh’s force and blinding light, and the Void’s powerful gravitational pull. All of this, while the Togabito hovers in the air, his ponytail blowing in the wind as he is carried by his malicious stolen wings.
Slowly, from the gaping wound that once was his lower half, silk threads begin to sprout out. Each of them acts as a tendril, functioning with their own will as though an organic creature. They intertwine around themselves and continue to grow and weave. As they interlock they form not a cocoon, but instead, a new pair of legs, before stretching and pulling, until they stitch Sword Eater back together. Once more the creature comes back from the verge of death. Once again unphased by a mortal wound. It stands again, in as perfect condition as it had arrived. Truly this thing is unwoundable, unkillable, and yes….it seems…..unbeatable.