[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

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Observation is key when engaging powerful foes as battles do not become slugfests but instead are ended before anyone realizes it. Such may be the case for this very battle, as each opponent is so caught up in observing what their foe will do, that they have yet to notice what has already been done.
“It’s sweet?”
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The moment Suiyo remarks on the candy-like taste of the crystal spire, it shatters. Not alone in this, every single crystalline tower that jaggedly juts from the black abyss of the battlefield similarly bursts into thousands of pieces. No meager chunks, the pieces of debris that fly through the air lack the sharpened edges of broken glass. Instead, a closer observation would note that every individual piece of crystal has been finely cut, or perhaps carved would be more accurate, giving every speck of debris the fine-quality of valuable gemstones. The darkness of the Muken is suddenly alight with a starry night-like sky, as glittering gems glimmer in their flight through the air.
Despite his seeming obliviousness, Suiyo is still aware that the three combatants have been sent to this purgatory so that only one of them may leave. Unlike the other two trapped in this dimension however, Suiyo is a man that takes pleasure in the finest details of life. He is much more fascinated by the material than by the intangible. Why worry about an opponent, be concerned about preserving one's own life, or stress about what might be and could happen, when there are such fascinating possibilities in the immediate here and now? This is what Suiyo had concluded the moment he happened to observe the Commander’s crystal constructs. All questions about where he is, and why he is there, left the Drunk’s mind. The conclusion was as gleamingly obvious as the spires themselves: The three contestants were to fight to the death, and to the winner go the spoils.
As such, the Demon Drunk’s mind was made up before he ever even tested the crystal’s properties. Prior to ever touching the crystal he had just tasted, Suiyo had already traveled from one side of the battlefield with his blade in hand, passed the Praying Monk and the after-image clones of the Assassin, and came to a stop on the other with his blade sheathed. This high-speed, which threw off the observation of even the unparalleled Hoho Master, Kyomu Mukuro, was indeed not Shunpo, but Zanjutsu. The Rukongai soul had propelled himself through strength and will, yes, but also through a masterful execution of an inverse-quick draw technique. Slicing through the very air, Suiyo could propel himself forward whilst also following behind his own blade, allowing him to move deprived of any resistance. This allowed the Swordsman to perform a feat of speed not unlike the Assassin’s very own, wherein he has moved so quickly that he not only disappears, but also leaves no after-image.
Curiously, the Oda Captain, who unknowingly to Suiyo is a self proclaimed master of the Quick-Draw technique, did not find the Drunkard's blade repositioning suspicious in his observations. This is likely due to his assuredness in believing that he was several steps ahead of his foes. However, if Suiyo is anything, he’s unpredictable, and therefore the Monk would come to find his calculations rendered delusions. In this, the Oda-spawn has proven the Drunk Bastard’s own observations true: that while he may have trained with a blade, he can hardly be considered a true swordsman. His confidence in the idea that his magic praying would protect him, deprived him of the notion that a blade should be met only with a blade. It would seem that in battle, this opponent will choose his spells over his own sword nearly every time. If the Captain had relied on his Oda training rather than his Shinigami studies, he may have noticed the technique being used against him. Yet even should he have elected to draw his blade, rather than count on his current defense, it is likely the Magician would still have been too slow.
The Quick-sheath technique is inherently faster than even the fastest Quick-draw technique by default. In the execution of a Quick-draw, a Swordsman draws their blade, delivers a cut, and sheaths it all in a single movement. However, in the Quick-sheath technique, the blade has already been drawn, and thus requires half the movement necessary to cut and sheath, significantly reducing the time required to perform an attack. This means that on an even skill level, the quick-sheath will always be the first to cut before the quick-draw. However, as evident by the opponent’s over-reliance on magical abilities, the swordsmanship present here is not on an even level. Perhaps this is why Suiyo was able to deliver hundreds of cuts, enough to carve massive spires of crystal into fine gemstones, all in the time it would take for a master to quickly draw and sheath their blade a single time.
All of this meant that even if Tenzen’s first instinct was to draw his blade, he would essentially fall short, being too slow. This slowness is then increased by such factors as his Zanjutsu being an afterthought behind his kido, his belief that the Drunk was distracted, his focus on finishing his incantation and fear of its interruption, as well as his dependency on the defense he has already set up. None of which truly mattered however, as in his arrogance, thinking he is ten steps ahead, the Monk never noticed nor had the chance to deflect the attack.
Likely, the glowing-eyed Oda believed that his red aura would protect him, ensnaring his foes in a paralyzation-spell such as Geki upon physical contact. An idea like this is sound, given that from what the Fifth Captain has deduced, both of his opponents rely on bladework and thus physical contact. Should this be the case however, he again proves himself ignorant to the ways of zanjutsu.
To a true swordsman, something such as distance is an obstacle that is overcome early on. Suiyo’s blade is only eighty centimeters in length, and yet he was able to deliver cuts that spanned the entire distance of the battlefield, so rapidly and from so many varying angles, that he turned titanic towers to tiny treasures. Unlike the Mukuro Assassin, who may achieve this feat through rapidly darting about the battlefield, Suiyo’s physical movement was singular, and in a straight line that did not place the Oda within distance of his physical blade. Rather, the rapid series of cuts were delivered through the use of finely-tuned Reiryoku control, rendering Suiyo’s spiritual energy razor thin in a manner paralleling the edge of his own blade. With this, a combination of Reiryoku and wind-pressure formed a grid-like pattern, which moved simultaneously, slicing through one end of the battlefield to the other, without ever having to come into contact with Suiyo’s blade itself.
The Mukuro in turn would fare slightly better. In over one thousand years, Suiyo has never met an opponent that is able to move their body as fast as he can move his blade. As such, it is true that the Drunk had underestimated the Assassin, and did not deem his initial observation questionable enough to do a double take. After all, there were essentially no indicators that anything was amiss about the man’s movement, his speed being such that he was able to feign multiple levels of movement. Further, the first spark of the Mukuro’s high speed had not yet even been able to ignite, before the Drunkard had made his move. Regardless, though the after-image-clones were the target of some of his cuts, Suiyo’s wall of blades would still serve to both defend and attack against the speedster. Any high-speed blade work or invisible projectile would be deflected by the grid-like pattern that moved in tandem with the Swordsman’s lunge towards the first spire. The multitude of simultaneous cuts were so overlaid, and their angles so varied, that nothing besides the jewels would have been able to squeeze between them. The only room that was left was done so to cut the crystal material down into manageable, and sellable, gems. This means that the high-speed of the Assassin would not aid him in finding an opening to strike at the Swordsman. Further, it means that the Mukuro would have had to find a way to avoid the barrage, which moved like a laser across the battlefield from end to end. Though, such a thing does not seem outside the Captain’s realm of possibilities, given the maneuverability that he possesses.
As such, the most likely victim of the barrage is Tenzen Oda, who had allowed Suiyo to move unimpeded past him. Yet, as the gemstones come raining down, Tenzen’s body appears intact. However, so too did the crystal towers as Suiyo made contact with them, having cut so cleanly that he was able to press himself against the crystal, and even lick it, before they all came crashing down. What this implies then, is that the Mad Monk was already defeated, cut through by an unseen and unfelt blade with such accuracy that his body functions continue as normal. Though, it may also mean that Tenzen was not targeted at all, and is perfectly healthy despite the obliteration of all that surrounds him. This uncertainty would continue to spark doubt in the man, as every action he takes may be the one that causes his very own body to unravel. No amount of time in this place could provide any certainty of his well being, with his fate seemingly undetermined by all but the Drunk who licks rocks.
Regardless of their survival, both of Suiyo’s opponents were not truly the targets, and the attack was not meant to end this fight. Rather, determining that the goal here is to kill the opponents and walk away with the treasure, Suiyo elected to make the treasure a manageable enough size that he can actually walk away with it. Again however, he is no fool, and chose to kill two birds with one stone, perhaps literally. Like his opponents, Suiyo knew nothing of who he was facing, and so elected to give them a small display of his abilities in order to test their own reaction times and responses. Rather than the wait-and-see methods employed by the other two, Suiyo chose instead to approach this battle with a fuck-around-and-find-out mentality. This had allowed him, it seems, to literally cut ahead of his two foes and deliver the first strike, while simultaneously providing him with a pocketable reward should he come out of this alive.
”Hadō #63. Raikōhō."
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With the name Raikōhō uttered, a memory unlocks within the clouded mind of the drunk genius. Once again he is reminded of the Shiba clan, though he is unsure why. That is, until he turns from the glittery rain where once a spire had been licked, to instead face the Monk. What the Drunkard sees, unexpectedly, is an explosion of electric yellow force being fired in his direction. Watching the lightning bolt approach him, Suiyo does not move, but instead squints, struggling to recall what was so curious about the Monk’s chanting and praying. Struggling through a cloud of lost tangents and forgotten moments, Suiyo finally remembers being in a similar situation for the first time about seven or maybe three hundred years ago, when he pissed off a member of the Shiba clan. Suiyo had questioned the Shiba lad about a rumor he heard but couldn’t believe: that they possessed a magic spell which could knock out a Gotei Thirteen Gate Guardian. For a Rukongai soul to be able to infiltrate the Seireitei fortress is nearly unheard of, and so Suiyo was very publicly skeptical of the existence of such magic. Turns out, this Raikōhō is a go-to favorite for members of the clan, and one such member was eager to prove the obnoxious drunk wrong. After his first encounter with it, Suiyo would be more careful in subsequent battles, always able to pick out the Shiba members in a gang by the words they chanted when things got heated. Given the Captain’s blonde hair, it was easy to dismiss the man as a praying coward, since Suiyo never would have guessed that an Oda wielded the power of a Shiba.
How odd to see, for the second time, the impact that the Shiba clan has had on Shinigami. First there was the use of their canon invention by the Commander, and now the use of their iconic spell by a Captain. Surely the contributions of the Shiba clan, which seem to still play a part, would warrant them rejoining the four great families. Suiyo wonders why it is that the Gotei-thirteen has not petitioned for such a thing, and can’t help but feel that a great injustice has been done to those people. Ever since his encounter with the Shiba, Suiyo has had a fascination for the secret magic and technology that the Gotei Thirteen and Royal Families appear to possess. Completely unaware of the nuances of Kido, The swordsman is always cautious yet mystified when he has the honor of facing off against it, seeking to unravel the mystery of this intriguing source of power.
With this in mind, he attempts to do something he has not had to do for quite some time, and thinks. Though Suiyo’s memory is abhorrent, it is mostly due to the influx of information he takes in, before dismissing. He hardly cares about most things that he witnesses, and so doesn’t elect to keep them in his memory. However, certain things, those curious, mysterious, or problematic enough to catch Suiyo’s interest, are stored away. Further, while he can struggle to recall pertinent info, he is more skilled than most at pattern recognition. As such, with the lightning flowing towards him, Suiyo attempts to match a pattern, comparing what the Captain mumbled and prayed to what the Shiba had once shouted in order to make this “Raikōhō” appear.
“Sprinkled on the bones of the beast. Carriage of thunder. Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring.”
“Bridge of a spinning wheel. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm.”
“With light, divide this into six. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle.”

How fortunate, for the Magician Monk to use a spell actually familiar to those Souls out in the Rukongai. Yet, something was different about the way he had summoned this magic, compared to the handful of times Suiyo had encountered it. It could be that the royal ruffians of the outer-districts he came across were not fully versed in the spell’s entire incantation. However, there is also a much more concerning possibility, one befitting of the white haori that the man wears. It may be that this Oda-Captain, who depends on spells over bladework, is much more adept than Suiyo may have first realized. The Mukuro had displayed his speed, when the orange lightning and random “tinging” turned out to not be part of the Oda’s spell but instead the Mukuro’s all-encompassing Shunpo. While Suiyo in turn had displayed his swordsmanship, slicing through the crystals in an equally all-encompassing maneuver. It seems that now, the Oda displays his skill in magic, with an all-encompassing barrage of kido. Now, Suiyo realizes that the man could, in truth, be layering spells on top of eachother by merging their incantations. This means that what Suiyo is seeing in this lightning is likely not only Raikōhō, but an additional ability unknown to the Rukongai drifter. At least two magical attacks have been layered over one another, with a potential third being added if that red-aura from before really is what he suspects.
As the yellow bolt of electricity illuminates Suiyo’s face a smile spreads across it, excited by the prospect of what this multi-layered magic could mean.
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BOOOOOM
An explosion of light engulfs the Demon Drunk’s position as the electric wave of spiritual energy arcs high into the air. The very foundation of the Muken shakes in retaliation to this blast, whose vibrant brightness consumes all. Most assuredly, whatever found themselves in the epicenter of this destruction would be utterly decimated. So seems the case here and now, as for a moment, nothing occurs except the expanding of the explosion. Suiyo does not appear from the flames, nor does he manifest elsewhere on the battlefield, by all accounts, it seems that Tenzen’s spell is a dead ringer. That is, until multiple bolts of lightning erupt from the blast, one even heading back towards the Monk’s location. These electric spears are dwindled and yet akin to the one that the mage had fired off, but how could this be? Did Suiyo not only survive this explosion, but mirror the Monk’s ability? How could a Rukongai soul know how to cast the Grand Master’s kido with such multitudes? The truth is, he does not.
Before the spell detonated, just as all visibility was cut off by violent light, the Swordsman did in fact act. Right before the moment of impact, just as the Kido would erupt, Suiyo’s blade swung into action, tossing the diamond-like gemstones which littered the ground around him suddenly into the air. Surrounded by a snow-like field of leaping gemstones, the Reiryoku absorbing properties of these minerals would create a chain reaction just as the Drunkard had assessed. Rather than collide against his body, the electric spear would split into countless threads, each chasing after the launched gemstones. With the kido split in such a way, it would instead maneuver around the Swordsman, rather than make contact with him.
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Hundreds of gemstones were launched from the explosion like bullets, each being pursued by an arc of spiritual energy. These blasts of electricity would create trails through the air in their pursuit of the gems, forming emerald-eyed golden dragons, streaming deadly in their trajectory. These kido-infused and reiryoku-absorbing projectiles would clash and ricochet against one another similar to Kyomu’s Anken, and would even serve to alter the course of the previously launched Assassin’s tools. However, the attraction of spiritual energy that these crystals possessed would not serve to prevent the Kido from being set off, but would only help negate the destructive force that the Oda intended to deliver.
This was not the first time that Suiyo had been caught in an explosion. Large blasts, though visually impressive, are not particularly effective against skilled opponents. Usually, the conceit of a blast is to overwhelm a foe, whether it be through the distance that the attack covers, the speed with which it is set off, or the destructive force that it releases. In general, this is enough to overwhelm most average foes, as a regular fighter might lack the imagination or skill required to handle such a thing. Even if one were to survive the initial blast, it is easy enough to overwhelm them with a second, larger, one, simply increasing the factors of each detonation until it is too much for a foe to handle. However, to someone of actual ability, the principles of distance, speed, and force, are rudimentary obstacles, easily overcome by skill and imagination.
Within the core of the explosion, Suiyo simply swung his blade about his person. The ebony steel maneuvers with such speed and force that it appears to create an orb of defense. If it were not for the burst of light which surrounds him, blinding his two opponents, they may have possessed enough sense to observe Suiyo’s bladework. What they would have seen, should they wield proper knowledge of the sword arts, is a perfected form of Hōzan Kenbu (崩山剣舞, Fallen-Mount Sword Dance; Viz "Crumbling Mountain Sword Dance"), devoid of flaws and therefore free of openings. Though Suiyo is unfamiliar with the name of the technique, he is more than familiar with its execution, once having crossed an entire lake-bed using this ability without getting a single droplet of water on his person. The momentum of the blade moved at such speed that it slices through the air, creating an intense pressure that erupts from the radius of his vicinity. This means that his blade does not even come into contact with the explosive spiritual energy that engulfs him, but instead creates an outward force that collides against and negates the force of the blast. However, it also means that all oxygen in the sphere is pushed outwards, and due to the sphere’s impenetrability, no oxygen is capable of entering. Thus, Suiyo essentially creates a vacuum sphere around his person, pushing air out, while preventing any from coming in. This simultaneously negates the force of the blast while depriving the explosion of any fuel it could use to grow, though only within the vicinity of Suiyo’s immediate reach.
“Oh, wow.”
One observation had been confirmed, leading to two conclusions. Being that the Monk is as unparalleled a Magician as the Drunk is a Swordsman, he is capable of casting multiple spells simultaneously, and is aware that an explosion is ineffective on its own against this caliber of foe. This means that the Monk likely intended the explosion to serve as a distraction for Suiyo, while his actual spells would ensnare him. Luckily, the Drunken Bastard had twigged this already, and was hardly distracted this time around. Should anything form within the explosion, such as Rikujōkōrō that might attempt to ensnare Suiyo, it would instead collide against the sphere of defense. The swordsman’s blade would strike countless times with such speed that it appears to deflect from all angles simultaneously, and with such force that it may as well be a steel wall. Further, an additional kido layered within this trap would not be able to come into the physical contact it potentially requires, colliding against weaponized air pressure rather than actual metal..What’s more, even if this were not enough to halt the restriction of this potential construct, it would be a simple enough matter for the alert Suiyo to merely dodge. Movement after all does not break this sphere of defense, as Suiyo is its epicenter. Nor could Tenzen alter the trajectory of such layered Kido, as the blinding light of his own spell would prevent him from assessing Suiyo’s actual location within the blast, and thus removes the Oda’s ability to target his opponent.
All of these observations and contingencies flooded through Suiyo’s mind in an instant; trains of thought concluding so quickly that they were hardly given a thought themselves, and instead functioned as mere instinct. This is the paradox that is Suiyo Kusotare, a man so complex that he has become simple. Even as he is surrounded by fire, electricity, and spiritual energy, his mind is not on the threat he finds himself in, nor on the opponent who has put him in this situation. Instead, while Suiyo’s sword swings around him, rendered invisible with its speed, his free hand grabs the pipe from his mouth. He exhales a light plume of white vapor, which clouds the vacuum he finds himself in, as he grins widely. His single red eye darts about, observing every detail of the golden energy with an excited vigor.
“How neat…”
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What Suiyo analyzes is the very construct of Reiryoku that serves as the founding composition for this electric energy. Never in all of his years has he seen a spell casted that had as much scope or craftsmanship in its construction. The way that the spiritual particles had been manipulated to interconnect was done with such efficiency that it would both strengthen the caliber of the blast while simultaneously reducing the toil required to cast it. What Suiyo was seeing in this moment was a master work of spiritual manipulation, and he was delighted to be able to experience it. No wonder the Oda’s swordsmanship was incomplete, he had not dedicated himself to mastering the blade as Suiyo had, but instead chose to master magic with an equal level of vigor. Though he lacked the knowledge of the Demon Arts, Suiyo could potentially manipulate Spiritual Particles in a similar manner, perhaps using physical objects as a catalyst for activation rather than his own soul and incantations. Thoroughly entertained, the previously unbothered Drunkard had now become enthralled by all the possibilities of Kido Infusion.
Returning to the present, from Tenzen and Kyomu’s perspective all the duo would see is the Drunkard being engulfed by the Kido’s blast, a nail-bomb-like eruption of lightning-coated gemstones being hurtled in every direction, and then the explosion dying down to reveal Suiyo standing exactly as he was, his shoulder slumped and his face flushed with alcohol. In turn, as the light dies down, Suiyo would see Tenzen standing where he had been, within the center of the Assassin’s four clones, with a bolt of orange lightning hurdled at him from behind, and now a bolt of bedazzled lightning firing at him from the side. Despite all that occurred and is occurring however, Suiyo’s smile persists. As though unconcerned by the fatal events about to be inflicted upon the Monk, Suiyo calls out to the Oda Captain, shouting across the battlefield as his voice echoes through the Muken.
“Hey man! That was pretty impressive!”
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Casually Suiyo’s body begins to blur, as he intends to propel himself forward once more to face Tenzen within the middle of the Mukuro’s clones, hoping to engage in a friendly conversation. However, something stops him in his tracks before he can even move. The subtle sound of whistling, and the nuanced tactile sensation of vibrations of something cutting through the air. Two blades hurdle towards the Drunk Swordsman, deflecting off each other in the air. One soars towards his head, another towards his spine. The sound the blades make when they ricochet off their counterparts is different from the one the Gemstones make doing the same. For one, Suiyo can distinguish that these projectiles are sharpened, as the vibrations they make cutting through the air are much more miniscule than the gemstones, given their fine edge. However, despite being made for stealth, the vibration from their “Ting” deflection still reverberates through them, making their position in the air obvious. The pattern of these vibrations reveals to Suiyo that they are constructed of a metallic material, and paired with the quality of their edge, the only natural deduction is that they are weapons.
Once again simultaneous thoughts course through the inebriated mind of the drunkard like instinct. Stopped in his tracks, his hand blurs, as his blade slices before and behind him, severing the air directly behind both projectiles, and cutting through any potential wires that might control them. This action is instantaneous, nearly imperceivable, and also a distraction. Within his other hand, Suiyo now holds two Anken, seemingly plucking them out of thin air like a Magician’s sleight of hand trick.
“Eh?! WhattheHell.”
Surprised by this development, the Rukongai man appears to have forgotten all about the Assassin lurking in the darkness, having been so entranced by the Monk’s magic. Now however, his focus is on the composition of these little weapons that he holds harmlessly between his fingers. Constructed of a spirit-reducing-steel, these little ninja blades have a similar molecular makeup to that of the stone walls that surround the Seireitei. The difference in ability between the two is obvious however, as it is the same difference between the raw mineral of stone and the refined metal of steel.
Holding the blades in his hand in such a fashion, Suiyo cannot help but observe how the vapor of his pipe is drawn towards them. Upon the white steam-like cloud coming into contact with the cold black steel, the density of the smoke grows slightly more faint. Taking note of such an occurrence, Suiyo makes a similar deduction to the start of the battle, when he first observed Tenzen’s Aura react to contact with the crystal obelisk. These blackened Anken are no joke, seeming to possess a similar function to the emerald gemstones that now coat the battlefield. However, where the crystals were made to absorb Spiritual Energy, these blades were made to cut through it. The Drunkard admires the ingenuity of the design, as the tools were as effective as they were simple. Taking note not to be cut by one of these, Suiyo assesses that their properties would allow them to hemorrhage Reiryoku flow. In essence, the Mukuro Assassin wields Spiritually Poisonous weapons.
Forgetting all about Tenzen and his Kido, the crafty Drunkard’s excitement is now directed towards the two raw materials he has just been afforded. Holding the captured blades in one hand, he raises his other hand. Where one might have expected this freehand to be wielding his own blackened blade, such a weapon is instead sheathed harmlessly at his side. What he does wield in his hand is a small pile of glittering green gemstones. When he had seized a handful of these precious stones, and where he had taken them from, remains a mystery. Perhaps he had pocketed them long ago, scooped them up off the ground, or otherwise snatched them from their paths in the air. Regardless, what he holds in one hand is Kyomu’s Anken, and in the other is Higen’s Crystals. Carrying the weight of both, like a perfectly balanced scale, Suiyo’s single eye moves between the two valuable minerals excitedly.
Wishing to test the variations in their abilities, the Drunk smiles once more, as he exhales a concentration of pure white steam. Coating himself in this mist-like vapor, he completely obscures both the crystals and the blades within the fog. This warm steam continues to billow from the man’s nostrils, until it shrouds him completely, obscuring his physical form as he becomes a ghost in the mist. Attempting to sense the swordsman within this growing aura of steaming vapor, would instead only deliver the sensation of oppressive killing intent. Using one’s sensing ability to try and filter through the mist reveals instead of one soul, hundreds of others. The aura this steam emits is similar to the experience of coming across the aftermath of a battlefield, as though unexpectedly witnessing an army of corpses spewed across blood-soaked ground. Despite physically seeing the visual of steam spreading outwards from the Demon Drunk’s location, the true senses of these two warrior opponents would make the vapor appear more like lamenting wraiths than a harmless cloud.
In this moment, this historical battle, three masters of their crafts, three of the most deadly souls to exist, face off against each other. Kyomu Mukuro, the speed master, rushes about to the point of imperception, sparking with the electricity of friction, appearing to stand still and observe while his untouchable after-images project the illusion of death. Tenzen Oda, the spell master, in turn faces friction-induced lightning, kido-formed lightning, Reiryoku-piercing blades, Reriyoku-absorbing projectiles, and the uncertainty that if he moves any further at all his very body may fall to pieces. While Suiyo, the sword master, appears to stand there with child-like curiosity, vaping, and fidgeting with his new toys.
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The Inner Workings of Madmen
In his life how often has Tenzen contemplated the sword? Not the Zanpakuto or its nature but the art of swinging a blade, what makes it cut, what can it cut, what happens when it cuts? To be truthful, not often, multiple times of the day, week, month, year does his mind stray from thoughts about the sword. However, it never strays from battle and for him a sword is but one of the many tools to do battle with. Yes, a tool, a tool just like his Kido, his Hakuda, his Reiatsu, Reiryoku, his arms, legs, head, teeth, nails, hair all of them tools used for battle guided and piloted by his very soul. All these things come together to create the weapon known as Tenzen. This Rukongai Swordsman will hear words that Tenzen has only ever spoken to his family, yes, he will hear these words soon but first this Buddhist Weapon must go to work against the forces that currently rain down upon him.
The art of the Quick Draw is indeed slower than that of Quick Sheath, fifty percent slower. But Tenzen’s mind strays from the thought of using a blade multiple times a day, what Suiyo sees as overreliance on magic is quite the opposite. The Reiatsu Tenzen had been pumping out until now was not used to intimidate these men, nor was it active because of the spell casting, it was an extension of his senses. Originally meant for someone much faster than Suiyo this strategy relied on Tenzen using his Reiatsu like “feelers”', an extension of himself he can sense what his Reiatsu falls upon. The speed clones of Mukuro would not make the indentation in his Reiatsu as his actual form would, this was to help aid as an early detection system against a quick sneak attack. This Swordsman however, is another pest in his own right concerning his speed but with this “system” in place Tenzen could trace his movements therefore had no reason or need to react to it immediately, until he was attacked.
The Drunk’s Reiryoku and wind-pressure from his blade formed a grid-like pattern that cuts from one end of the battlefield to the other, by the time it reaches the other end this perfect grid will have a gaping hole in it. Tenzen’s mind strays from the blade because he himself can become a blade through his Hakuda. Through his mannerisms ingrained in him with Quick Draw he too can utilize the technique of Quick Sheath with but his hand at all times. Suiyo approaches, his form is imprinted upon the Reiatsu he moves through so too does his grid like attack. Hands poised in prayer it takes but a single quick drop of his hand to lash out with five blades, using Reiryoku of his own to strike back against the grid resulting in a clash that “busts” the grid open like a hole in a fence. This razor grid passes by Tenzen, leaving the monk unscathed as he moves on with the rest of his plan of attack. Tenzen does not think about the Blade for he is the blade.
Fruits of Buddha’s patience
Tenzen makes his move, shifting his position to clap his hands together to… knock down four Kyomu’s? Impossible, this is a trick being played on him by the Phantom, despite that however they seem to be heavily wounded from the percussion wave generated from the clap. Something is moving about the arena, something that is cutting through his Reiatsu that he has fanned out. It is not Kyomu as the indentation is not human shaped or rather it lacks the size of one. He moves on with his next move, launching his Kido at the Swordsman who seemingly takes the blast head on, a bold move for an ignorant man. Yes he is ignorant, in his mind he picked apart something familiar, but sadly his guess is far from correct. What was launched at him was but Raikōhō alone, no tricks, no layers, just the pure power and strength of the Hado. The next moment an electric-like attack is launched at Tenzen from behind, predictable. This is not a slight towards Kyomu but rather Shinigami as a whole. They are trained to strike from the back; it is regarded as the biggest opening, blind spot, and weakness for Hollows. It is trained and drilled into them early on in the academy and as such it is a predictable place of attack. Tenzen had long since covered this spot with Kido all the way back in the waiting area for the games.
It was placed as insurance against any contestant he faced, it is complete and utter irony that it is the assassin who triggers it. Millón Escudo (ミジョン・エスクド, Mijon Esukudo; Spanish for "Million Shield") a spell this captain rarely enters battle without. Before this spell can even come into play Tenzen casts another to deal a counter attack launched by the Rukongai man who managed to survive his Kido blast. Charged with fragments of energy form the electric spell, emerald gems come rushing at him from the side only for them to halt along with the Anken that were thrown at him.
”Daichi Tenyō” (大地転踊, Upturned Earth Dance; Viz "Ground Swell Dance")
All the objects that had been thrown and scattered come to a halt and begin drifting into the air along with whatever rubble remained on the ground. As they rose the Phantom would hit a wall he did not expect to be there, but this is no ordinary wall, the damage he may have caused to himself by running full force into it would pale in comparison to the damage he receives from Millón Escudo absorbing the energy and sending it back out and away from Tenzen. Kyomu would be met in kind with his own attack, bolts of lightning piercing his own body.
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In the Northern Rukongai, at the Oda Manor, all the cheering and celebratory drinking had come to an end, an eerie silence washes over the Manor. It is a silence that can put one on edge, a dreaded fear creeps in making one think that if they spoke to break this silence they would forfeit their life. The Oda family are gathered in front of a large screen watching their Patriarch do battle, this fight puts things into perspective for them that the little whelp they tormented every day, trained and raised has grown into a powerful warrior. They knew that much from the Haori he wore but to see it in person is a whole different story.
Everyone gathered watched with over analyzing eyes, picking apart every detail of the battle,everyone except for one blonde haired girl who was shaken quite badly from what she was watching. Was she afraid of her father being hurt? No, injury and pain go hand in hand with being a warrior. Was she scared of the other two men? No, she fears no one who can bleed. Then was it the fight itself that was frightening? Again, no, even at her young age she revels in the thrill of fighting, watching a fight incites the same thrill. Then what was it that was making her tremble so much? It was the fact that even she knew if her father made one mistake he could die. While Tenzen himself may only see this as a fact and have no fear of it his daughter does. No matter how tough, how strong, she is still just a child who worries over the life of her father.
Tenzen speaks, and what he says snaps the entire group out of their daze, making them twitch with anger each in their own way. They were words Tenzen spoke when he finally managed to defeat his father and uncles in battle. Though this time he speaks to the Rukongai man who starts to look more and more familiar to the family, like someone the former Clan head, Yakitsuku Oda, spoke of before. The words he speaks come off more as a warning rather than a call to victory…
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The Next Step
Back inside the Muken, the left arm of the Buddha continues to glow yellow, as it was earlier, a further sign to show how the thinking of Suiyo was incorrect. The debris continues to hang in the air with no sign of falling, the Buddha standing idle for the time being, would this be to his disadvantage or is it to his benefit? The sleeves of both his Shihakushou and Haori flow and stir as if air were flowing inside of them, or were his hands reaching for something else? Along with that detail his right arm, which previously just fired the lightning Hado, starts to "glow" with a black aura, a purple outline surounding this aura. Another Kido armed and ready along with the previous yellow glow on his left arm and the red wisps of flame that surround his body. This battle has made a few things very obvious to Tenzen, information on his opponents was shoddy at best and that one miscalculation, one slip-up could have him killed…
”My mind is sharper than any blade you wield.”
Tenzen may regret these words later, but this man never does anything without a purpose, this includes why he has not capitalized on striking against Kyomu immediately after countering him. One thing at a time, he cannot give into greed, less he risks a blade through his back. His attention is firmly affixed on both opponents; he only wonders how long this will drag out before one of them calls it quits or dies.
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Their corner of Muken is lit up, sparkling and glittering lights dazzling like tiny stars in the void-like prison, stars that are in fact pieces of the Crystal spires diced up, erupting every which way. Close observation may reveal the precision of the cuts made on the supernatural mineral born of the Commander’s Zanpakuto..but such a thing is irrelevant. What is relevant is simply the fact that it was an achievable feat, and one that was not accomplished by Kyomu’s blade. This alone spoke volumes, and revealed a multitude of things. The Anken, or at the very least some of them, would have their trajectory altered mid-flight, the manner in which they are deflected reveals a bit more of the hidden tapestry. Tenzen who is constantly on alert, may perhaps find or..rather not care, that the opening he was moving to create in the vorpal grid, was somewhat larger than intended. The strange drunkard is indeed quite skilled with the blade, more than what his appearance lets on…yet one can only hope that level of confidence has not bled into the pools of conceit.
The Mad Buddha of the Fifth Division fires off his formed spell without delay or restraint, another matter in which confidence could potentially spill into that very same murky pool. After firing off his spell, the Oda is then blitzed by the fireflies birthed from both the Commander’s crystals and the Oda’s spell. From the rear the Millón Escudo defends its caster from the bolt from the rear. It is this moment that Tenzen laments the predictability of his colleagues…and it is also this moment that the Buddha will lament his own negligence.
What the Oda has forgotten or rather, perhaps what he had failed to notice somehow..was that there was not a single bolt launched his way…but two*. As an agent of the shadows it is common practice to attack an opponent from their blind spot or target any legitimate weaknesses. This is something that can lead one to become predictable in the eyes of others, but predictability can also be a weapon. Launching an attack towards both behind the Oda and from his flank with the intention of the two meeting in the middle, a middle that was Tenzen. Kyomu admittedly predicted a barrier of sorts to be used, and honestly, he expected either a singular barrier to defend from both attacks, or for the Oda to move. Should the Oda have been forced to move from his spot it would leave somewhat of an opening perhaps, something more for the Phantom to capitalize upon. Never would he have expected his peer to do nothing in response to one of bolts. The energy from Hotaru is halted and gathered into a single point within the hexagonal barrier before it is directed back towards whence it came. Its unfortunate that the spell defends only against a singular direction rather encompassing the entirety of its user from all faces.
It is also at this moment that the drunkard procures the Phantom’s tools, meant to be embedded in his body, but this was also fine. Even more is revealed from this act. With all that Kyomu has seen up to this point he is satisfied. He has obtained the information needed to move forward now. Tenzen is an Oda though, so being pierced in his side from a single bolt will hardly put the man down, as a man of balance and discipline there is the likelihood of him pushing forward with his plots, ignoring any pain his body would announce to him to continue in casting his spells. The invisible wall that the Oda predicts or assumes will impede his fellow Captain, should he of course have chosen to still travel that route, would reveal to have obstructed…nothing, or rather it's as if the Phantom has slipped through an invisible crevice.
Kyomu’s apparent emergence is perhaps upstaged by the appearance of the ghostly steam rising to envelope the drunken swordsman's form. Perhaps if the Rukon Swordsman had faced other opponents, the nature of the steam would horrify them, but he faced both an Oda and a Mukuro. Death, bloodshed and brutality were the staples of the fierce Oda, outcasted for their barbarism, they are souls who could never be shaken from killing intent alone, regardless of the number of bodies sacrificed to create it. Then what of the Mukuro? Dealers of death, known to slaughter without hesitation or remorse, evident by their current patriarch's actions time and time again. What ghosts and ghouls clung to these two Captains? Perhaps in this manner, the three are of kindred spirit. The orange bolt repelled by Millón Escudo did not alter its course in the slightest, it is met with the form of its maker, fourteen feet from the Buddha with his left foot out, the bolt of lightning appearing to phase through the Mukuro harmlessly. The haori continues swaying in that same imperceptible breeze, flapping and fluttering loosely, gently with blade still in hand, blade held parallel.
And then…he stops.
Kyomu’s sword is lowered, his eyes steeled and focused straight ahead. What he is visibly perceiving is anyone’s guess. Perhaps he is studying Tenzen wondering which of the Buddha’s many faces will he be met with this time. Then again, perhaps he is gazing past the Grand Kido Chief to try and peer through the veil of steam in hopes of studying the Rukon man. It was equally uncertain as to what he was spiritually aware of and pursuing at that. Tenzen who, perhaps now has garnered himself and continues on with his scheming and plotting, his spells and incantations, his…traps. The Caster’s fluttering sleeves seem to pick up in intensity, perhaps to match the intensity of the glowing aura consuming his arms. Suiyo who is hidden within his own particular smoke veil…and then there is Kyomu who..begins to walk?
Yes. The man known far and wide for his speed appears to be walking. The ground does not reverberate from his steps, as of now it is as if only two individuals are residing on the arena via weight alone. There are no sounds accompanying his steps as well. Kyomu’s left hand slowly reveals itself, fingers unfurling as he reaches down to secure his scabbard, his right hand appearing to move to angle the blade towards the sheath. Each perceived step and move is slow, methodical in nature. The distance between him and Tenzen is closing, the tip of the blade touches the scabbard. There are still no sounds to be heard, no reverberations to be felt as the Phantom approaches.
Tenzen who is quite well versed in Kyomu’s abilities will no doubt begin calculating, preparing for a blitz attack from an impossible angle, Suiyo the observant drunk having witnessed the capabilities of his challenger for his ‘spoils’ will undoubtedly also come to his own conclusion. Their thoughts, their predictions are inconsequential to Kyomu. While both men pride themselves in potentially being predictable, the Phantom inversely hopes to be perceived as such. The moment one believes to be capable of perceiving one’s every potential move, or even their likely next move one grows complacent. Kyomu has ingrained this single nugget of truth into the minds of those who follow him; when your enemy is certain you cannot act, victory is within your reach.
’Step’
The distance continues to close. Was this truly even Kyomu, or but another one of his mirages? While it is not impossible for him to move without creating them, they are part of his staple as well. But..what if this was the genuine article? What did he have to gain slowing his pace in such a manner? To what end? Neither question spoke to his intent, and the former still left to question where he was if not truly before them. With every step taken, more of Genzoken is fed into its wooden scabbard, nearly half of it already sheathed. With the way he was moving he appeared to be on a collision course with Tenzen while sheathing his blade. Unlike his opponent, Kyomu has been and remains to this point..mute. He has gone without actually uttering a single word, voicing no surprise, anger, or dissatisfaction.
This battle has done nothing for Kyomu, for he is not a warrior. He does not crave a challenge or strong opponent, he does not seek or aspire to be regarded as the strongest or the best. Instead he wonders on the nature of Himari’s training, he ponders on whether or not Shinotori has died or given up yet, and most importantly…how much longer he must continue to make a spectacle of himself for the people. There were none present who could perceive his thoughts of course, but..was either participant capable of understanding them? No, perhaps not. Suiyo was currently enamored with the prospect of a prize, and then there was Tenzen, the dutiful soldier. Seeking understanding from them on this point would be meaningless…and so he walks either in or towards the wake of the final profusion.
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A blade should be met only with a blade. Here on this battlefield, broadcasted before the very Oda lineage that this Captain holds so much pride in, Tenzen has shown himself to lack the qualities of a true swordsman. Fearful of assassins, and unconfident in his ability to defend his own back, the spell-caster utilized two techniques to circumvent his physical weakness. The first was the release of his sensory aura, meant to bestow awareness of anything that imprints itself upon the spiritual energy. The second is an invisible barrier, meant to deflect any unseen attack striking at his blind spot. In the end, both of these abilities would fail to protect him. However they succeed in serving as self-admittance that this Captain of the Gotei Thirteen even possesses a blind spot.
Confident in his sensing ability, the Captain had still previously allowed the attacking Suiyo to pass by unharmed, before ever springing into action himself. Suiyo’s form did not physically move through the Captain’s aura, which means he himself never made an imprint. Likely this is why the unsuspecting Captain had allowed the Drunkard to reach his initial destination beneath the crystal spire in the first place. The cuts delivered by the swordsman, though passing through the Oda’s physical space, also fail to leave an imprint. As Captain Mukuro is one to note: Close observation may reveal the precision of the cuts made on the supernatural mineral born of the Commander’s Zanpakuto..but such a thing is irrelevant. What is relevant is simply the fact that it was an achievable feat, and one that was not accomplished by Kyomu’s blade.
Irrelevant to the Mukuro, the precision of the cuts would be of grave importance to the Oda. These cuts, composed of Reishi and compressed air, were clean enough to slice through the Commander’s crystal spires, meaning that they were delivered with such surgical accuracy that they could move between the spiritual particles which compose the structure. It also means that these were cuts delivered by a blade edge so sharp that it cuts through nothing, passing unfelt between the structure of that which it slices. This is why Tenzen’s own Millón Escudo would not go off, as the fine-cuts move between the particles of energy that compose the kido barrier, as well as the sensory energy of Tenzen’s aura. A blade like this, deprived of a Zanpakuto’s power, yet wielding an edge of this caliber, would be unheard of since the times of Ōetsu Nimaiya.
However, all is not written in stone. Perhaps Tenzen did sense the strike somehow, interrupting his own intention to appear and knock down the Kyomu clones, to instead address the attack that occurred only a moment after Tenzen’s own arrival. Yet still his fate would be sealed. With his Kido failing him, the Oda forsakes Zanjutsu for Hakuda, believing that if he shrouded his physical form in a sharpened Reiryoku edge, he could rival the durability of his Commander or perhaps the sharpness of this swordsman. After a hundred years of facing Kagayaki’s crystals, had Tenzen ever been able to slice through one with this body of his? How could one who has never pushed the limits of their cutting ability, truly comprehend the concept of sharpness on this level? The Captain seems to believe that simply because he has thought about something on occasion, he can rival those who have dedicated their life to such a thing.
Should the Glowing Eyed Captain somehow see the attack coming, despite it all, he would appear to find time somewhere along his prayer, observing Suiyo already at the spire, and traveling towards Kyomu’s clones, to release five blades of concentrated energy. These blades would serve useless in “bursting” open the series of cuts delivered towards him. First, the sharpness of Suiyo’s own Reiryoku would slice between Tenzen’s constructs. Even if they somehow did not, however, and were instead met with Tenzen’s manifested edges of equal caliber, the grid would still not burst, and be otherwise unimpeded. The Kido Grand Chief appears to be too accustomed to kido barriers and hard constructs of tangible spiritual energy. The cuts delivered by Suiyo would not burst from contact anywhere on their edge. Just as wind brushes harmlessly past a striking blade, unfettered in its journey, so too would these cuts. The grid-formation was a geometric visual, not a molecular structure, no point along any of its axises was depending on the foundation of another point. Tenzen’s five blades, even if they did connect to the Reiryoku, would only succeed in halting the exact spot that they connected physically. If Tenzen’s blade edges were sharp enough to actually connect with Suiyo’s, then this means their surface area was as small as a single particle of spiritual energy. This does not leave much for the Oda to block, as the remainder of the spiritually-constructed cuts, as well as the terminal velocity of the wind-edge cuts, would still pass through him painlessly.
Further, even if Captain Oda was able to sense the incoming attack, even if he had the time to react with hakuda, and even if his hakuda blades were able to deflect and fully counter the incoming cuts, his fate would still be sealed. Tenzen had only released a measly five blades from his strike. A single gemstone, whether it be diamond or emerald, possesses at minimum fifty seven facets. This means that to carve a crystal into a gem, a minimum of fifty seven cuts must be made. The result of this attack caused the entire battlefield to sparkle and glow like a starry night sky, before it began to snow precious stones. Massive spires, hundreds of feet tall, and seemingly countless in the number formerly scattered about the field, had been turned into mounds of valuable precious gemstones. Count every star in the sky or count every flake of snow, then multiply this by fifty seven. That is how many cuts were delivered in an instant. Yes, the quick sheath technique is fifty percent faster than the quickdraw, but that only supposes that the opponents are of equal level with the blade. Beyond which, hands have no sheath besides pockets or gloves, and waving one’s hand a single time does not constitute usage of the quick-sheath style. As interesting a technique as it may be, the Captain’s response can, in the best possible scenario, only save him from five cuts.
Yet, his body appears to remain intact…
The Mukuro Captain is another matter. Proving himself to be a true swordsman, Kyomu seems to respond in a manner similar to that which Suiyo is soon to employ against an incoming kido. The Assassin seems to meet blade with blade, utilizing his speed assumedly to create a sphere of defense to strike against the Drunkard’s initial assault. The intangibility of the Captain’s blade would allow him to succeed in creating the opening that Tenzen had sought for himself, by allowing the Assassin’s zanpakuto to collide against the Swordsman’s slashes. This is not lost on Suiyo, who now stands within the electric explosion that the Oda had conjured just for him. Indeed, this is what allowed Suiyo to realize that the Mukuro’s clones had been fake, and admit that he had too hastily jumped to conclusions. The fact that his grid made contact with a third party, and not with Tenzen or Kyomu’s clones, revealed the Assassin’s habit of trickery in conjunction with his speed. Suiyo had done what he likes to call a “test-cut” to gauge the abilities of his opponents. If they can handle this initial cut, it means that they’ve got enough skill to not die instantly, and therefore Suiyo doesn’t have to take it so easy on ‘em. It’s fortunate that the Demon was paired with the Phantom, as he was starting to suspect based off the Oda’s reaction that there were no skilled swordsmen in the Seireitei at all. How could it have been that the Shinigami, who wield the most treasured blades in existence, failed to produce swordsmen who can handle the simple launching of reiatsu arcs? Or so Suiyo had thought, on some level, before having to acknowledge Mukuro's skill as well as speed. The prospect of fighting at full tempo is exciting, but the train of thought never makes its full impact, as Suiyo becomes impressed by the quality of the Kido that surrounds him, before this too dies down.
“Hey man! That was pretty impressive!”
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Suiyo calls out to the Oda as a green shield manifests behind the Captain’s back. Its arrival is just in time to deflect an incoming bolt of orange energy, absorbing the impact before launching back at the Assassin-caster. However, it would appear there was only one of these shields, and Suiyo can’t help but suck his teeth and grimace at the sight of a second bolt of lightning piercing through the Oda’s side.
”Daichi Tenyō” (大地転踊, Upturned Earth Dance; Viz "Ground Swell Dance")
The Spell-slinger appears more concerned with the unknown gemstones than he does with that which coats them. As his kido kicks into effect, all objects in his immediate area become susceptible to his mental control. Now inspecting the Anken, with most of his focus on the composition of the metal, the bit of attention that Suiyo affords the Monk causes the drunk to shake his head in disappointment. The anken, rubble, and gemstones come to a halt, floating in mid-air, however the electric golden energy that surrounded the physical gems does not halt. Unfaltering, the electric energy continues along its course, not a mere bolt of lightning, this is a deflected portion of the Kido Grand Master’s very own destructive spell. Perhaps the Grand Chief believed that the Electric energy was attracted to the precious gemstones. While it is true that the crystals absorb Reishi, these were rather small, not nearly large enough to fully absorb or attract the kido that coated them, especially given that the gems reach a dead-stop, essentially launching the electricity that might be somewhat bound to them. The fact that the electric kido coated the Gemstones means that when they were halted, the lightning was given the lead in distance and speed, and thus even if Tenzen attempted to maneuver objects to stop the bolt, they would not catch it in time. Even should he succeed in doing so, the proximity of the lightning means that any impact it has on an object would still result in the Monk getting engulfed by the blast. Now, just as his Millón Escudo had failed to counter the Assassin’s second bolt of lightning, so too does it fail to counter Suiyo’s. Where the orange lightning of the Speedster was meant to inflict piercing damage, the golden lightning of the Kido Chief was conjured to inflict explosive damage, and so it does.
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As searing orange kinetic energy pierces through Tenzen’s side, incinerating golden kido energy erupts around him, engulfing his person in a prison of light. Though only a fragment of the initial blast, the resulting explosion from this siphoned hado is still enough to rock the very foundations of the Muken that the trio find themselves in. Should Tenzen not have some means of negating the damage of this spell, one which he had intended to incinerate the Drunk with, he would find his own body beginning to disintegrate, until only his bones would remain. Honestly, Suiyo had not expected this attack to serve as anything but a minor annoyance, and would have been surprised to see it land if he were not seemingly distracted by the Anken. Yet it would not matter, as even after taking this damage, it is unlikely that the Kido Grand Chief would fall to a portion of his own Kido spell. Truth be told though, none of this mattered from the start.
As the explosion of golden magic dissipates, should Tenzen be alive, he would see the Swordsman's form replaced with a hauntingly wraithful mist, as well as the Assassin’s form slowly approaching him with blade drawn. The sleeves of both his Shihakushou and Haori flow and stir as if air were flowing inside of them, likely as a result of him attempting to utilize a quick draw technique. However, it's far too late for swordsmanship. Though Tenzen completed the movements he desired, his hands would never reach nor grasp anything. Nor would they glow as he had expected them too. Infact, his waist would feel lighter, as though missing some important weight around his hip. His attention on Suiyo, rather than himself, Tenzen would finally realize that he lacked the knowledge necessary to beat this opponent, that his own miscalculation has now led to his death.
”My mind is sharper than any blaGH-
As he attempts to respond to the Rukongai man’s compliment with an insult, the Monk would find himself choking on his own words. In truth, it was not his words that he was choking on, but his own blood. Something he may realize as the world around him turns completely red, and then fades into pure black. Indeed, he had not felt what he possibly reached for because he has no hands. His arms did not glow as he had expected because he has no arms. The battlefield did not look as he had pictured because he has no eyes. It would seem that after all this time, the clean precision of Suiyo’s cuts had finally been shifted, and Tenzen’s body could no longer hold itself together. Having been sliced through so surgically, the Monk was permitted to move and function as normal all the way up until this point. Thinking so far ahead, it seems that the Oda neglected to look backwards as well.
What Kyomu had seen, following the lightning bolts, was Tenzen’s baby blue sash falling into pieces, his zanpakuto falling from his side. Yet this shocking disarmament was nothing compared to the literal thing, as his hands and arms exploded into a red mist. Not entirely gasses, the mist of red contains within it chunks of flesh and bone like tapioca pearls in pudding. These chunks of bone, rendered pure white, upon close inspection, bear the same facets and shape of gemstones. Watching from his vantage point, the Mukuro would then see Tenzen’s jaw erupt into the same mist, leaving only his upper row of teeth. As though simultaneous to this, the Monk’s eyes, ears, and legs too burst into blood and finely-cut chunks. What is left on the ground is a head connected to a torso with no pelvis, deprived of all senses beyond touch, smell, and spiritual. With his movement equally deprived, it would appear that the Swordsman did not aim to kill the Spellcaster, but instead remove his ability to cast spells. Was this mercy, or humiliation? The killing-intent that radiates from the steam is enough to manifest spirits and wraiths of lament, displaying broadly the bloodtrail this man has walked, something familiar to both opponents. Yet, unlike both opponents, the Demon Drunk did not go for the kill. Why would such a relentless killer choose to spare a victim now?
Unfortunately, the answer would not be revealed, as the Rukongai Man is uncharacteristically silent within his shroud of spectral steam. As the Phantom projects an image of walking, and sheathing his blade, any other attempts at striking within the mist would fail in establishing contact. Had this random Rukongai citizen succeeded in mimicking the Captain’s intangibility? Or had his presence truly disappeared from the fight? Not only does the man seem to be missing from the mist, but as the Mukuro had observed previously, killing intent continues to radiate from it. Sure, the Assassin is used to death, and devoid of fear, but to sense killing intent is not to feel horror or experience dread, it is to feel the approach of one’s imminent death. Red lines begin to form along the Assassin’s arms, soon to explode into a red mist not unlike Tenzen’s own. How could this be? When had the Swordsman struck him? Had his parries earlier not been sufficient? Kyomu is apparently afforded something Tenzen was not, the chance to observe the moments before his death, and form questions of his own. Perhaps it is not too late, should he forsake the current path he walks, to save himself from the Oda’s fate.
What a battle this had already turned out to be! Especially since, being so enthralled by his surroundings and the craftsmanship of his opponents’ arsenals, the Swordsman had not even focused on the fight yet.
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Fate Comes For All
This fight has been a high speed encounter with so much happening in so little time. A blade is swung, a crystal tower is felled. Lightning strikes and is returned bound to the crystal. Lightning strikes again, a bolt of it is reflected save for another bolt that strikes true. Suspended in the air like a gathering of onlookers, debris hangs silently with the ever slight sound of crackling crystals as they fall against one another in this realm of darkness. Outside of this realm a man throws his money on the ground, he lost a bet on who would be the first to take damage in this battle. Another man exclaimed with joy as he was one who won the bet, he is happy that he thinks his earnings are secured only to be pulled away from the crowd to be beaten and robbed. He celebrated in the face of a gang boss who lost this very bet. Gambling can be fun but the results are not always so bright and sunny as they can be dark, grim, and full of despair.
A clan watches this bout, a large eight foot tall man closes his eyes to let out a sigh, one rife with disappointment. Another man with black sclera watches on with an unchanging expression, aware of what he is watching but too disappointed to react. A mother turns her head and covers her ears, despite all the dignity and royalty she exudes she too has a soft spot that can cause her turmoil. A father gripping his hands so tightly that they begin to bleed, he is filled with anger to the point it warps his face. A mother holds her daughter, consoling her as the child screams out as if she herself is being stabbed through the heart. A lineage of warriors watch the battle with various responses to what they are seeing at this current instant. This family prepares for the worst outcome. To die in battle against a strong opponent is a blessing for them, and because of this there was a time where they held no attachment for one another as they all seek that blessing. As times have changed so have they, perhaps now with their own children that they have watched grow into strong warriors, they hold a bit of contempt over the idea of one of them perishing in battle.
The audience in the Rukongai continue their cheering as their excitement for these games are through the sky itself, perhaps even Zero Division can hear them. In this one instance though, everyone cheers a bit louder.
What Happens in The Dark
The scenery shifts back to the darkness and by this moment Tenzen has just taken a bolt of energy to his side, his face shrouded in darkness and so it is impossible to see his reaction to this attack. However, that same face is illuminated by a streak of lightning, a mere portion of the spell conjured up by the Grand Master of Kido. His body continues to move as it should. His hands gripping both blades and rapidly drawing them. A dome of his Reiryoku lashes out deflecting the lightning away from his person along with any sort of attack launched his way after being struck by that bolt of lightning. This was Blade Two, Rose Petal Shower of his Petal Blade Series (花弁刃叢書, Hanabiraha Sōsho). This was not a mere solid dome, no, it was hundreds of slashes so tightly compacted together that it resembles a solid golden dome of Reiryoku. This dome was up and active before Mukuro began to sheath his blade and begin his “leisurely” stroll. If he chose to attack, or had already attacked at that moment this dome of Zanjutsu and Reiryoku would see it halted.
BiiiiiiSHA!!
The sound of blood leaving a body is heard within the dome followed by a burst of Reiatsu that carries with it the feeling of complete and utter dread…
A Late Awakening
The Reiatsu swirls around, the sound of rattling chains ring out above all other sounds with the dome slowly clearing up. He shifts his feet, blood dripping down from underneath his Shihakusho pant leg, sleeves, chest and even from behind his mask. What should be in this spot should be nothing more than a torso, but there is a contradiction to that supposed reality standing in that every spot. What stands here now, body fully intact, but lacerated with cuts is a warrior Suiyo must have heard of at some point during his long Fourteen-hundred year life. A warrior who wields both the powers of a Shinigami and Hollow at the same time, what stands before the Captain of Second Division and the Sword Saint of the Rukongai is a Vizard donning his mask.
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Blood stains his blonde hair, no, that is a minor detail considering his entire form is covered with his own blood. For one hundred years he fought against the Captain Commander, for one hundred years he had to suffer through the pain of being struck by that titan. With a mind that is unwavering that if it materialized, somehow in reality in physical form, that even this Sword Saint could never cut, it is only natural that his body too, would follow suit. Cuts, explosions, bolts of energy, Quincy Arrows, Cero, send them and this Buddha will persevere through them all and continue onward. Physical conditioning combined with the vast well of Reiryoku in his body, Reiryoku that managed to stop five of the Saint’s cuts, has greatly increased Tenzen’s durability beyond its normal means. As masterful as those cuts were, as surgical and precise, five of them were stopped by Tenzen when the rest collided with his body they still struck true but were met by his hardened frame. He is still damaged but they amount more to gashes than clean cuts that pass through him. Because of this and his enhanced endurance he continues to fight and function as if it never happened even the thought of him bleeding out would not come to pass.
"White Death."
"White Death."

He says these words while vanishing with Shunpo to a far corner of the “arena” set up for them. The rattling of chains followed him as he had released his Shikai earlier as his Blade Two was fading. Reappearing on top of a mound of crystals cut down by the Swordsman, whom he knows by nickname alone, he crouches low, like a gargoyle on its perch, his body enveloped by the golden mist of his Zanpakuto. No longer will he be met with Reiatsu/Reiryoku based attacks, he will simply erase them from existence. Only Kyomu has a vague idea of what this Zanpakuto can do, but to play it safe Tenzen puts himself under the assumption that he knows full well what it can do. The dreaded Reiatsu that he has been releasing since the beginning of this battle is suddenly and violently pulled back towards him, or more specifically his Tachi shaped Shikai.
A Surprised Audience
In the Rukongai, those paying attention to this particular fight are in a stunned silence due to the mask Tenzen is now donning. Some are regretting the bets they placed while others are happy, ecstatic even that they put their money on the Oda. Ah yes, the Oda who were previously distraught over the assumption that their patriarch was going to die after that grid cut, redirected Kido, and bolt of energy. They are now cheering again, overjoyed with how Tenzen is now retaliating.
”IT’S ABOUT TIME!!”
His uncle Yurui yells, matching the level of excitement in the room verbally. However, Tenzen’s wife and child are not on board with this excitement. Under the impression they were about to lose the person most important to them they are still in complete shock and recovering from it. Of all people to comfort them it is the giant Yurui who walks over and smiles.
”Things should be better now, I think he got the message about standing around idly. Took a hell of a lot to do it. Munashii, your training hasn’t begun yet but take note of your father and how he is currently fighting. Remember this and remember it well. Fighting is about liberating your power. That purgative release is impossible without exerting your strength. Remember those words when your time for training begins.
His maddening grin is etched on his face as he explained to the young girl what fighting was all about, from his perspective at least. As he walks back towards his seat he shouts about what he missed. The three brothers then discuss the words Tenzen spoke, White Death, a name only ever muttered by their father and current Central Forty-Six member Yakitsuku Oda. Yakitsuku crossed blades with this man once before considering he and Suiyo are both still living it is clear that their duel must have ended another way. Tenzen only picked up on this nickname because of his grandfather telling the story about the man and his blade work. Linking the stories to what he has seen and felt Tenzen easily narrowed it down though the knowledge of this man’s existence probably only resides with the older clans of the Soul Society.
Boiling Oda Blood
Back within the Muken Tenzen has just landed upon a pile of cut down crystals while shrouded in his Golden Mist. He takes solace in his ability to erase anything thrown his way, but that Sword Saint may be able to cut through even this despite its ever flowing nature, he won't take any more chances. He has also put himself out of Kyomu’s path of travel meaning any sort of attack sent at him was either blocked by his Zanjutsu technique or outright avoided. Shortly after landing upon these crystals he began drawing in all the Reiatsu he had expelled to the blade of his Zanpakuto. This takes no time at all, the moment he raises his blade the Reiatsu has been gathered and in the next his arm comes down. All of this appears to be one blurred motion followed by…
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A massive wave of condensed golden Reiatsu is unleashed in the direction of Suiyo and Kyomu. Golden streams flow off of the massive slash that gouges through the floor of the Muken itself, a technique known as Bukkyō no Tenohira (仏教の手のひら, Sundering Buddhist Palm). This attack would quickly be upon both men, engulfing them in the golden Vizard Reiatsu of the Fifth Division Captain who seems like he has completely forgotten the fact that he is a Captain and is acting on his urge for combat and bloodshed alone, something he should have done from the start. However Tenzen returns to his idle self after launching the attack, given his posture on the mound of crystals he is easily able to maneuver whenever he chooses to. In his mind Tenzen thinks to himself how this is such a wonderful day.
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