[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

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Leaving the Captains to their final task, their final test, the Captain Commander takes his first step outside of the Great Hall. His movement is slow, patient. Though his hulking frame stands straight, his pace befits his old age, and he moves with a grace both proud and ancient. Usually such a stride is accompanied by the tapping of his Zanpakuto turned walking cane, and the absence of such is something that those of the First Division would immediately find off putting. An ignorant foe, looking upon the man, might think him nothing but a harmless senior on a leisurely stroll. Still, there isn’t a soul alive within the Soul Society that didn’t know of the power of Shobatsu Murasaki. This of course makes moments such as these, where the Commander choses to act his age, even more unsettling in their deception.
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As he descends the stairs he passes by without so much as a glance to the kneeling Akarui. Knowing her place, she chose not to question the Commander’s early departure from the meeting. After all, he had a reason for everything that he did, even something so trivial as leaving early was likely one step of many on the path towards a balanced future. The Commander has no orders for her, knowing well that she would already task it upon herself to identify anything out of place with the Captains, such as if they are marked with an injury or not. She knows her duty is not yet complete, not until every one of the Captain’s steps foot outside of those massive doors. Anything else from her superior would simply be a distraction. Yet despite this, a distraction is exactly what manifests before her, causing her to come to arms, addressing a new intruder.
“Kiyoshi—”
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“Captain-Commander Shobatsu Murasaki.”

The Commander stops at the sound of a familiar voice, that of the Third seat of Sixth Division, Shusuke Kiyoshi. It appears that another piece has fallen into place before him. The moment Shusuke speaks, the Commander’s descend comes to a halt. He stands just one step before Shusuke, the Third Seat only coming up to the Commander’s chest. Shobatsu does not speak, nor acknowledge the man’s arrival any more than he already has. Instead, he permits the Shinigami to continue his report.
“I, Shusuke Kiyoshi of Division Six will be the one to escort you to the Central Forty-Six grounds as commissioned by the Central Forty-Six themselves. As you are aware, you need to stand before them to answer for any crimes committed against the Seireitei. I ask that you walk exactly two and a half meters directly in front of me at all times and maintain that distance throughout the duration of the escort. You will refrain from any form of violence, and maintain a level of speed in which will get us both there in approximately twenty or less minutes. If you do not have any questions at this time, then we should get moving.”
The First Division Barracks are silent and still, not even a bird dare caw, nor a breeze dare flow, until the Commander responds. He raises his right hand to the air, gesturing for Akarui to let this transgression pass. Without word, it lowers back down to his side, as the Commander stares on above the head of the Kiyoshi. Time seems to come to a halt in this single moment, the air turning palpable with tension. The Third Seat had only done his duty, and to the letter, and yet there was a sense that his very life hangs in the balance for doing so. The only relief to this suspense, would be the Commander’s response, and yet in this eternal second, there is only silence. Until..
"I'll be accompanying you on this trip."

Lieutenant Oki arrives to sever the tension with the sharpness of her smile. Though her face is friendly, her presence makes it clear that she is not asking permission, but commanding it be so. Though the orders from the Central Forty Six did not elaborate on whether Shusuke may escort a guest as well, there was absolutely no chance of the man directly disobeying the Head Lieutenant. After all, she is second only to the Commander himself. Any hesitation or doubt that dwells within the Kiyoshi is further put to rest, as the Commander finally responds. The final piece laying itself before him, he can now….
“Proceed.”

The Commander gives his order, not bothering to look at either Shusuke or Honoka, he continues his glazed purple stare straight ahead, looking towards only the future. It would seem the Third Seat had done his job well, as his life had been spared. Still, the thought would undoubtedly linger that if he had approached this any other way that would likely not be the case.
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Having now reached the base of the stairs, the Commander walks on towards the Central Forty Six Headquarters. He does not bother to wait for Shusuke’s lead, but instead leaves it to the man to keep his own pace, to keep his own distance, as laid out by his own orders. It is unnecessary to measure the Commander’s distance or pace. He moves exactly as he should. The Central Forty Six building is but a relatively short distance to the Captain’s Hall, able to be seen from their location. There would not be much time for pleasantries on this stroll, and the Head Lieutenant has made it clear that she needs some of her superior’s precious time. Benevolently, he gives it to her.
“Report.”

His thunderous voice, even at a hushed tone, reverberates to the bone. Though the Head Lieutenant concealed herself well, being so artfully versed in etiquette, she still could not hide her uncertainty before the all knowing Murasaki. She had been within the man’s company more than any soul in existence, and so knew well that there was no fooling him. Even if the Commander didn’t show it, he is more than privy to the unease that consumes her heart in this moment. By giving her his orders, he allowed her to speak freely of First Division matters before the outsider from Sixth. With a trial lingering, there is only one thing that the Central Forty Six could want of Shobatsu Murasaki, and the fact they waited this long means that they might be able to get it. This moment might well be the final chance for her to say any last words. If she had learned anything from her time as his Lieutenant, it would be not to waste them.

 

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At the Commander’s cryptic order, chaos follows. The crimson light emanating from Yū’s is enough for him to catch a glimpse of the onslaught– the sight of Captain Oda leaping in a frenzy towards Captain Kagayaki along with the sight of Captain Kojima’s dance within his conjured flames as he assumedly duels with the Phantom itself. From this distance, the young Captain finds himself safe in the moment, his only quarrel with the sudden expulsion of flames.
Intense heat suddenly fills the room, robbing Yū of breath but in the same lane, providing ample light enough to allow him to dissipate the glowing orb he held. He brings one arm up to shield the lower half of his face from the fire, his other that previously grasped the contained Shakkaho now is raised directly in front of him as if reaching out to take hold of the Dragon’s flames. Its rapid crawl remains uninterrupted until it reaches Yū, instantly parting the moment it comes within mere inches from his outstretched palm. His lips instantly crack; The heat becomes overwhelmingly more ferocious, as his flawless skin grows red like a tomato and his otherwise well-moisturized hair instead takes a likeness to dry hay. Despite the flames’ intensity, the giant wall behind him remains unscathed as the fire simply wriggles upwards towards the ceiling in an effort to shroud the entire room.
But the indiscriminate blast of heat would be the least of his worries. Unaware of the rest of his surroundings, he remains ignorant to Captain Kagayaki’s actions… until a product of it pierces through his makeshift barrier. Shooting clean through the wild flames before him, an abnormally long crystal spike grazes the boy’s face by inches and implants himself on the wall he casually rested on.
An audible gasp of concurrent shock from its sudden appearance and relief from its failure to strike him escapes him, before a shift occurs.
Even with the Dragon’s light that he assumed gave him an advantage, the young Captain would never anticipate what followed. Simultaneous with the spike’s implant into the wall only mere inches away from him, an all-too-familiar blade arches its way toward the Fairy, unsuspecting due to the apparent vision of Captain Kojima’s own assault. Had he settled his score with the Dragon already… or was it all like that time before? Yū would never come to know as Kyomu’s blade was too quick, hidden already by the dim light, more unforeseen due to the circumstances, and even more so by Yū’s recklessness. As a result he would pay for all these factors, regardless if he was at fault or not, in blood. The young Captain’s eyes widen in shock, yet before he can even process the incoming strike, Kyomu’s zanpakuto has already cut cleanly through Yū’s side.
Not even prepared for an attempt at a possible escape, it seemed Yū would fall victim to the same trick as his Captaincy test, however this time, enduring the actual, manifested end as a result of Kyomu’s misdirection. Filled with the false sense of security that he wouldn’t be targeted for the time being, he foolishly had his guard lowered just enough for the Phantom to successfully strike. The blade arcs at an upward angle, perhaps not in the direct path Kyomu had anticipated due to Yū’s sudden jolt at the crystal lance inches from impaling him, but the result would be all the same.
Despite all the flames and the ravaging heat, suddenly his world grows cold. Despite all the noise, Yū hears not a single sound. His body reacts violently with indescribable pain, screaming out for help, yet not a single muscle physically reacts to the Phantom’s swift strike. The first drop of blood threatens to escape from the wound, seeping out and beginning its descent to the hall’s floor. An event that in all other realities happened instantly, would feel like years for Captain Nakamoto, stuck in this self-induced limbo of simultaneous disbelief yet immediate realization. It isn’t until the first drop reaches the unblemished ground that his senses all rush back to him; Blood spurts out violently from the boy’s entirety, ribbons of bloodied flesh flying out in every direction as his awestruck expression remains.
A deep laceration scored upward diagonally from his left thigh, across his abdomen and chest, all the way to his right shoulder, is now graced on Yū Nakamoto. His right arm hangs on by a thread to his shoulder blade, the tendons seemingly all severed as blood pours out cleanly from the socket. At the drop of a hat, he similarly drops to his knees, keeled over as more blood gushes from his mouth, his remaining unscathed arm hastily rushing to hover over his sternum. A green light weakly emanates from his palm, but as if it wasn’t enough, now with no defense, the flames engulf the boy’s body. With his haori proving to be the only mild comfort from the intensity, heatwaves distort the young Captain’s form, seemingly melting him away within the fire. They shroud the kneeling Yū, swallowing him whole and hiding him from sight of the lurking Kyomu Mukuro.
Clear from his panicked reaction at the Commander’s order, Yū was aware he was in no state, both physical and mental, to undergo a trial as arduous as this. While he wouldn’t face the same luxuries of running away in the future when faced against adversaries who threatened the safety of the Soul Society, Captain Nakamoto understood there would be no future for him if he didn’t make his getaway now. Yū raises his head upward towards the hall’s door, the brightness of the flames from this level impeding his sight. Unaware if the Phantom had his fill or still hungered for more vengeance on the outspoken boy, Yu takes this moment, in all the chaos, in all his desperation with all the power he can muster, to make his escape.
The great door to the hall suddenly creaks open, the roar of flames and a blast of heat escaping for a brief moment before a limp hand emerges from the fire, grasping the edge and pulling itself forward. Bowed over with his knees bent and his flaccid arm hanging by his side, a beaten and bruised Yū Nakamoto is the first Captain to exit the hall.
“Fucking snake…” he curses as he slouches back over the hall’s door, closing it shut.
An exceptional amount of blood spills over from what remains of his Shihakusho, already forming a pool beneath his feet in the mere seconds he’s been outside and… he looks like an absolute mess. Harsh patches of red blotch his youthful face and soft skin and soot contaminates his otherwise golden hair. His once pristine white haori is now partially soaked in crimson, and whatever is left is singed, embers lingering on the fabric where holes litter the bottom half. The only place that seemingly remains unharmed are his feet, however now subject to carrying this failure of a body back to the Fourth Division. His boastful words proved to all be for naught– subject to even more responsibility at the order of their Captain Commander and subject to a severe humbling at the order of his fellow Captains.
Even with his zanpakuto, he still wonders if he would have stood a chance. If he couldn’t even protect himself from a cheap shot from Kyomu or the raging flames of Maho, how would Yū be fit enough to lead the frontlines from this moment on when a real threat would make their inevitable approach? Yet in this instant, with waves of pain surging through him as he loses more blood by the second, the young Captain understands he has no other choice now but to simply grow stronger. Laying on the sidelines wouldn’t be enough anymore, being the greatest medic in the Seireitei wouldn’t be enough, holding an impressive amount of Kido knowledge wouldn’t be enough, even rivaling the speed of the greatest living assassin would prove futile– as for the second time, Yū Nakamoto fell victim to the same tactics and would be forced to accept nothing was faster or more lethal than the quick draw of a blade.
Yū’s head tilts upwards as he sighs heavily, his pained expression speaking volumes for the level of fatigue he’s experiencing– ‘Is this enough blood for you, Commander…? he ponders to himself, before lowering his head back down to catch sight of Akarui, still standing dutifully at her post. He has no more words, no more thoughts– the young Captain only takes deep breaths, gasping for air like he’s been suffocating, as his glowing palm finally retreats back down to his side. The blood dripping from virtually everywhere finally slows to a crawl, having stopped the extreme loss for enough time to make it back to the relief station for proper treatment.
Regardless of whether Akarui is staring back at him or not, he allows a few more seconds to pass to regain his breath and enough strength to push himself off the door he’s leaning on for support. Comparable to the already departed Commander Murasaki’s slow pace, Yū hobbles down the steps at a concerning pace towards his own barracks. Without turning to face her, he mutters in Akarui’s direction…
“I see you didn’t wish me luck...”
… a reference to his parting message to her before entering the Captain’s Hall. Even without her useless prayer, never in a million years did Yū Nakamoto assume he would come out the other end of this meeting in this state.

 

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An annoyed brow raised to Akarui’s very violent greeting upon the final step before the Captain’s Meeting Hall. The corners of his mouth sank with near disgust, he was here to do his duty, not be questioned belligerent for ’trespassing’. He simply kept his cool before the Commander after addressing him in the best manner that he could, this wasn’t a time to be of the faint heart and never in front of the Great Judicator himself. He who sees all and through each Shinigami resting within the borders of the Seireitei. His vast purple globes pinned on his escortee, a deathly silence befell the three standing Shinigami before the steps of the building. One would think Shusuke’s death would occur, he would have even believed it himself if you had asked him in that moment. What kept him on his two feet though, was the duty he swore when he became a member of Sixth. To uphold the honor of Shinigami and to act as a model officer among the Gotei Thirteen, this was his creed and if he needed to die for it, then so be it.

"I'll be accompanying you on this trip."
However, today was not that day. The silence was broken by the sudden arrival of the Head Lieutenant of the First Division, Honoka Oki. She was slightly taller than Shusuke, he could tell even from as far as she was standing that she was quite beautiful. Her gentle smile cut through the awkwardness of the situation, and although he himself didn’t feel his life in any particular danger, an ease was met with her presence. He had never met her, but it was plainly obvious as to why she stood where she has for this many years just from the very look of her. His mind did however wonder at her statement. Insisting to accompany her Commander on the walk to see the Central Forty Six members, was this a plan? Or simply a check-up. In any case, before Shusuke even had time to protest, the gargantuan male that stood before him simply did as he intended to all those years ago. Command.
”Proceed.”

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If he had said nothing he wouldn’t have been sure if he had even acknowledged that he was being escorted to his very superiors to answer for any potential crimes committed. The giant simply walked past him and his Lieutenant expecting her to follow. The air surrounding him was aweing, The very opportunity to even transport the Commander...He couldn’t think about such things now, he was still on duty. He figured that his superior would have little issue with the escort commands given, and that it would be up to Shusuke to maintain that distance himself. However, with the Lieutenant now appearing to tag along, he decided to shorten his distance to a strict two meters so as to at the very least be within earshot of potential conversation. He hadn’t gripped En’enra since leaving the barracks, and he intended to keep the blade within its scabbard until he trained with it again. The escort had very little room for error.
Before taking off he looked back at Akarui and gave her a small nod with a furrowing brow and small look of indifference. He was sure the Commander would be fine after the trial, but he couldn’t tell what she would think of this situation in particular. Keeping to his distance, he followed closely behind the Commander as the Lieutenant would eventually follow. It wouldn’t be a long walk to the grounds as upon going down the set of stairs from the Captain’s Hall, would lead to a path, then a large round courtyard guarded by two members of Sixth Division wearing short white Haori’s in shinigami garb armed with long spears. He expected with the escort’s long strides , they would reach there within fifteen minutes. He kept his eyes and ears open for any interesting words and sounds and potential interruptions. That would be the last thing Shusuke, and he also imagined the Commander, would want to happen.

 

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Through the air, he travels towards his target, Higen Kagayaki. His plan is simple and straight forward, strike at the giant with his blades to force him onto defense from there, he will unfold the rest of his plot safely, or so he thought. The Dragon did not take too kindly to the preemptive attack from The Phantom or perhaps the sudden outburst of flames came about from another cause, regardless, this interfered with Tenzen's plan to a degree. The flames raced to the four corners of the room with Higen and Tenzen right in the path of its destruction. Time is short, very short, and he will have to think quick on how to deal with these oncoming flames before it's too late.
"Remember what the Commander said Ten-Zen. Mastery over Control. Hehehe."
The single thread that holds back his control over his Reiryoku snaps and the Void of Spiritual Energy within his body is released to combat against these flames. The overbearing weight of The Dragon's Reiatsu is met head-on by the tranquil calm of The Buddha's Reiatsu that gathers around its owner in response. It is rare that Tenzen gets the chance to unleash the Vast amount of Spiritual Energy that he possesses, then again, this is a rare opportunity where he gets to face off against opponents of this caliber. The flames meet the tranquil void of Reiatsu and are settled down upon contact around Tenzen's personal space, even though it's set free he still shows control over it- No, Mastery. A battle between Shinigami is a battle of Reiatsu, such a spontaneous attack with no real target or direction can be halted by a higher presence of Reiatsu along with its harmful effects. Defending himself against the flames did not detract his focus from the man standing before him but yet again, The Dragon's onslaught continues this time in the form of his Zanpakuto.
At his flank is a new Reiatsu appears, it's looming presence is enough to split his focus between it and Higen. By this point, his blades had begun to swing, there is a shift in Higen's Reiatsu, it's Kido. Detecting this shift in Reiatsu forced the man to make a decision, continue with his attack or retreat. There is too much going on, a tactical retreat is in order.
"Hako Okuri"
(匣遺, Farewell Box)
A golden box made up of Kido energy that matched the color of Tenzen's Reiatsu began to form around him, the simplicity of its structure allows it to be formed faster than Higen's own Tozanshō. Just as it was finished forming his opponent's spell finished forming a moment after it. The effects of Hako Okuri began to activate, Higen's Shikai is triggered. There is a flash of light and the sound of erupting crystals followed suit, the hand made by Maho's Zanpakuto acted in coordination with this rushing forward to slam into the back of Tenzen's neck. The blinding light of The Knight's Shikai hides the fate of Tenzen, visually. Spiritually he can still be sensed at the far end of the hall near the door. During this chaos, he had no time to notice Captain Nakamoto's drop in Reiatsu. It was considerably lower than when it started and it was already outside the doors of the Hall. What injured him so? Higen's crystal shards? Maho's fire? ... Was it Kyomu's blade? Still, he can't believe that Yu was the first to leave the Hall, perhaps he was all bark and no bite after all. Blood drips from the middle of his torso and left thigh. He pants and is sweating profusely, not from the heat of the flames that his Reiatsu holds at bay but from adrenaline. Even his Spiritual Energy has flaired up in preparation for another assault against him.
True Zen
"Heh... Hehehe... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! This is great! I haven't had a battle like this since I left home!"
The many faces of Tenzen come crumbling down as he expresses, joy and excitement. He was... Happy. He was enjoying himself, in this hall among his fellow captains he can be free, fight with all his might, be himself. He lets go of his self-control in an attempt to master that which he has bottled away for centuries. There is a sound of chains clinking and rattling followed by a golden mist that creates more space between himself and the flames by washing them away with a swing of his Nodachi whose blade continues to glow yellow even after its silent release into Shikai. The left-hand sleeves of his attire are noticeably burned away and even though golden chains are wrapped around his left arm a bit of smoke can be seen rising from beneath them, his left arm had been burned. He scratches the back of his neck with his left hand, a pulse of Reiryoku escapes his hand and latches itself to his neck before it moves to touch the wound on his torso. He had narrowly escaped being impaled but he was pleased by this, though he didn't expect Higen to go full force the way he did. He sighs with relief as he runs his bloodied hand through his hair giving it blood red highlights, he'll regret that later when the blood dries. As his left-hand falls to his side again Spiritual Energy begins to flow through his entire body.
"Mastery over Control, right?"
"Heh, yep but I didn't expect you to snap like this. Now I look like the innocent one."
"Snap? I didn't snap, I just stopped holding myself back, mentally. Maybe this way I'll achieve Nirvana."
Tenzen's goal in all this is to shed his own blood, shed himself of all notions of unease or paranoia. Accept himself for who he is, what he is. If he were a blade then it can be said he entered this hall as raw material living a lie that this is as far as he will go and that maybe one day he'll become something more refined. The truth was cast down on him as Shobatsu's words broke him down and reshaped him into the form of a blade. The lie was destroyed what remained was an unsharpened blade that was left to be sharpened among the other reforged blades and sharpen himself he shall. The wounds he receives today shall remain as scars upon his body that will sharpen him for future encounters.
With the Captain of the Fourth Division defeated it puts a wedge in his plans to receive a scar from each Captain. Now, it would only be a matter of time before Kyomu makes his way to him, hopefully, The Phantom doesn't decide to leave as it would upset Tenzen to not be scared by the Assassin's blade. In his opinion scars caused by blades are more aestheticly pleasing than those of puncture wounds or burns but he cannot be picky at this moment.
"So, how long can I use your power?"
"Is this... A serious question or are you just messing with me?"
"It's serious you fool!"
"No need for name-calling, it's about... Ten... Eleven seconds maybe, I don't know."
"We'll compromise and say eight."
Mastery over Control, this concept is new to him but is he willing to risk using THAT here? Tenzen's mind always races through thoughts and still manages to process them with crystal clarity since his arrival at this spot only a few seconds have passed since he proclaimed how much fun he was having to the entire hall. He begins to move forward, one foot in front of the other, with the wound on his left thigh being more of an annoyance rather than hindering. As he is walking ten golden points of Reiryoku begin to form around him, he dares not use the full incantation of this spell, using its full strength would surely destroy the Hall let alone cause a serious injury. He takes another step forward.
"Kyokkō"
(曲光, Bent Light)
As soon as his foot hits the ground his form shimmers and wavers like a reflection in water before he vanishes, along with his Reiatsu, into thin air. The points of energy that kept pace with him halt in their tracks and take the shape of orbs, the energy emanating from them is strong, that much can be assured. The Kido Chief then speaks.
"Hadō #91. Senju Kōten Taihō."
(千手皎天汰炮, Thousand-Hand Incandent Heaven Culling-Sear; Viz "Thousand-Hand Bright Heaven Cannon")
Ordinarily, all ten orbs would fire at a single target, however, the situation is a bit different as there are multiple targets, three to be exact. Tenzen has ten shots for three targets that equates to three shots per target with one shot being left over. A set of orbs fly off for each Captain remaining in the room, seven orbs remain. How they respond to this first orb, be it by evasion directly blocking it or countering it, doesn't matter to Tenzen, who has completely masked his presence from the other in the room, as a second set of orbs will swiftly follow up the first, four orbs remain. This second set will adjust itself based on how the target evaded meaning it will lead its target and strike. This holds true for the possibility of a defense or counter as well. The third set of orbs follow the same course of action as the second leaving one singular orb behind floating in front of the hall's door.
Now it is Tenzen's turn for a widespread attack he doesn't rest comfortably in his cloaking Kido. Even if he is letting loose he is still methodical and calculating as he uses Kōjutsu Eishō (後述詠唱, Spoken-After Incantation) to empower the last hovering orb. With the other orbs fired and unaffected by the follow-up incantation, this final orb will receive the full incantation but still remain at one-tenth of its full strength due to the other nine orbs not aiding it. Speaking out loud like this can reveal his position, which is currently towards the ceiling of the hall, but he wants to be found. His left-hand clutches at his forehead, his right arm still crackles with blue electricity, Reiryoku still flowing through his body and although it can't be felt by the others a sliver of Hollow-like Reiatsu slips out.

 

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The Head Captains word was law, to most in the Soul Society. Those powerless and those who believed themselves 'powerfull' having no choice to submit to his will on stregnth alone. It is The Head Captain's word which leads to the hollowfication of their newest Captain. Words have power, and those with the ability to back theirs with verb, or action, prevailed in this world. It is at his word that this brawl between elites is established. And it is by his word, that Captain Nakamoto follows the most accurately. Having come unarmed, he is burned, nearly pierced and then slashed from hip to shoulder by the elusive phantom. The man is never one to be direct. He acts within his mind, hides in the shadows. Lurks and lingers just out of view. He had projected his hostility in Maho's direction. This was clear. Most were not as in tune with the world around them as Maho, his ability to gather sensory data is second only to the commander. Even without it, Kyomu was not the direct type. Could an Assassin ever be? All the years Maho had known him, this became the core of his ideology. He had always theorized, like he did with anyone strong, that if he were to ever face the Phantom to the death. Always expect misdirection. Always see beyond the initial. The Dragon forsaw a trick and the absence of his splitting cigar only confirmed it fully. He could only go with what he was given, though as mute and as silent as Kyomu was. His heart still beat. And spirit still spoke. Only in whispers. The slow shutter of his reiatsu hindering clothing. tiny tells that would go unnoticed if trying to focus on just one alone. The others spirits were bold Higen's towering and full. It seldom took a rest. And Tenzen Oda, tranquil, yet eery like the ocean. Something lingered beneath it. Forever hidden in the depths. They had taken no steps to hide or hinder their spirits, nor did Captain Yu who's gentle but prominent aura falls into a gasp, He can feel the spirit of Kyomu's sword, its own signature of reiatsu now alive, carried by a faint glimmer, like a snake in the grass. It trails as some sort of…mute glitch, just steps behind the more dominant persona. But it moves, regardless, it is not still and thus, it gives him away. With enough mental focus, Maho combines all that he feels to track it. But something similar remains near the throne. It matters little which or where the real Kyomu resides in the end.
”"Heh... Hehehe... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! This is great! I haven't had a battle like this since I left home!”
Flames, smash into the walls, coming from Tenzens back he reactively releases his spiritual pressure to contend with it, but not before struck with the burning heat. His arm suffers a little char, as the surrounding air begins to heat up, he is aware of all those under the influence of his breath, and those who are not. Like a tidal wave, these flames race up the walls, which remain unscathed at the process. His black fists do the same, traveling with the inferno which all coagulates into a single shape, all three fists either missing their mark, or aiding in their desired effect to pressure. Higen and Tenzen armor themselves in two barriers, each forming at nearly the same instant. Higen’s spirit erupts, like a mountain it erupts, numerous spikes protruding in every direction violently coming to a halt just beyond the walls on each side. Had Kyomu continued onward as it was believed, he would have had to navigate the maze of spikes while being scorched. So a misdirect was obvious.
Little Yu has scurried like a mouse toward the Halls doors. He winces as he moves, sluggishly pushing the large doors open, the light shines like a beacon beyond the orange fluorescence of flame. Freedom is just within his grasp. The world outside and its fresh cool air. Its soothing kiss graced his flesh as he huddled through. He struggles to pass the threshold of the door, until behind him, he feels a presence close in. Then a solid force on his behind. It intends too send him hurling face first onto the floor with a comedic skid, as he drags a foot onward. The door slams shut behind him trapping the others within. Having noticed him, Maho had stepped during his initial strike, beelining directly toward Yu in a flicker. His use of Hoho is swift enough to go mostly unnoticed, amidst the chaos it becomes difficult to track Maho alone, considering his presence hung throughout the four corners of the room. And he had left behind his zanpakuto, a large section of it at least, a fist roughly his size, 5’11 inches high. It crashes through Higens crystal, shattering just a small chuck off it as it lands onto the floor. Allowing a final wave of fire to ripple back out in all directions, before remaining at the center, like a torch. The three are now able to see one the entirety of the captains hall. Devoid now of both Maho and Yu.


The world is untouched by the chaos within. It is a completely different world. Birds fly on above, trees sway in the wind. It had been a while since they had seen it, or so it felt. That Meeting had gone on long enough. He exhales to himself, and peers at the sad fate of his fellow Captain.
…”Well. He did say don’t leave until your blood is spilt. Did he not? Gahah!
He chuckles out loud and points down at the Injured Yu. Sure he was hurt, but he was a Captain, and their greatest healer. Those burns and that cut would be gone by days end. So he could take the insult. Then finding some sense of forgiveness. He walks over, and offers Yu a hand.
"Take pride in the fact that those wounds are superficial on you....
and reversible."
If he took it, good, if not, that was fine too. Whatever the outcome. Maho would continue onward, walking beyond the doctor out and just past the first division doorman...or doorwoman?
”I know what you’re thinking. You haven’t bled yeeeet. He nags. Yeah yeah! Let's be honest for once. I won’t be struck unless i feel like being struck. I’ll go train my body until it's destroyed to make up for it....”
He comes to a halt, finding the proper words to say. There is a moment of silence, Maho standing just beyond Akarui.
"Oh...and question my method again and you'll end up worse than you are now. Got it...?
Hmph....Later...Yuuu Chaaaan~"
Why should he have to stay? He had done everything asked of him up until now. He would not overextend himself with ghosts and fractured knights. Those guardians of the ‘undead’ can hash that out with themselves. They know wassup…
Maho would inevitably be leaving the Central Seireitei. In a slow stride he wonders off into the bustling district. His mind returning to a haze. Though he gives himself a grin. He wondered what would they make of that little gift he left behind.
”Kyokkō”
"Hadō #91. Senju Kōten Taihō."

Within the Captain’s hall. Those that remained had faced the most severe judgement laid forth by Shobatsu, and so, they had the most to lose by ignoring the head Captain’s word. Each of them had hatred for one another, or for Shobatsu himself. Each had failed the Soul society by failing themselves and their divisions. Failure is what they each shared in common. By the time Maho had made his escape, Tenzen had concealed himself bending light around his form in order to make it difficult to catch him. Beneath this veil he conjures a number of bright orbs in order to overwhelm his remaining opponents within. Maho’s fist remains in the floor, like a brazier, a tower of fire carrying itself up to the roof as it remains rooted, keeping the room extremely arid. The air remains stuffy and harsh to the breath giving the trio an steadily unbearable environment. a perfect test of a mans will. This was what he left for those losers. He had proved his point. His spirit was a force to be reckoned with. If the day came by that one of them actually wanted to get down with it. He would oblige them. But it would be under his own terms. Not Shobatsu’s….
He scoffs, to himself, digging into his pocket to pick out a fresh Cigar. Two left…. It was time to go and prepare the next batch. Who knows…Maybe he could finally get to that new strain he had been journaling about. Anything to take his mind of the others. The Dragon disappears into the distance….where he was going no one could truly say. Whatever the case.
Time for him, could finally move forward.