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A woman that upheld her assignments to the highest honor, Akarui would see through to any task given and performed to her fullest capability. Here before her stands a fool, one that will lose more than what was asked of him, but it was due to his ignorance and stubbornness that things have come to this point. She was a simple person, giving respect to where it was deserved, and she had none left for the male that had blatantly crossed the line. She saw it in his sneering glare, the condescending look he passed down upon her interference and challenge when exerting the power Akarui held in response to the situation. He sees her as worthless, as nothing but a pest that stood in his way due to the simple difference in between ranking. It was a rare chance, to find herself in combat with someone outside of her division. For it to be someone at a valued position acting much less than honorable, it was more than enough to drive Akarui in madness.
It was unsightly, to see shinigami fight against one another, but push came to shove, and they’d reached this point. Akarui’s zanpakutō was vicious and ruthless, her Shikai capable of melting away anything that came into contact with it and would never stop unless stated to do so. While similar to that of her reiatsu effects, Akarui was exerting nothing of the sort, her presence alone, intimidating her opponents to the point where they acted rashly and without thought, just as the boy before her did. It was fair to say that not many knew of her abilities outside of the First Division, and clear from the actions of Ninth’s Captain. For not being labeled with titles such as Captain or Lieutenant, Akarui was overlooked, which she used to her advantage, just as she had done now. She’d dealt with this treatment for centuries, and long before any of these captains had offered their first breath to the Gotei Thirteen.
He destroys himself, and it will only continue to worsen. Challenged, instead of defending, the melted digit is soon joined by the others and has reached up just past his wrist due to his incomprehension of the person that stood before him. His futile attempt and false perception of the capabilities and limit of his zanpakutō against Akarui’s has resulted in a deadlock against himself. The rapidly melting limb would continue to disappear further and further up the length of his arm unless he came to his senses. Attacking instead of defending, and reacting far too slowly would leave Mahō without cause to follow up as he had planned. His missing appendage now handicaps him from making any reaction intended due to the nonexistent properties applicated by said party.
Unforgivable offenses back to back left the Scorpion with no choice than to deal her hand, and Mahō played directly into it. Like his hand, the unrefuted touch of his foot that had come into contact with her blade prior when having defended Yū would begin to deteriorate in the same manner. Delayed from having to go through his footwear before his flesh since contact, the fabled Dragon would face the same choices that he had been introduced to upon the charitable and looming touch of his finger on her blade. Landing on the bloodied grounds would result in a vicious hiss and steam billowed from the unsightly piles of liquid remains of precious, bodily attachments.
“Kansan.”
“Mmmm, this is a first. You reaching out to me. Good, I was beginning to feel lonely.”
Sansei-jū, or known informally as Kansan by her wielder was addressed in haste, mostly out of worry. The Spirit was as wild and blood-thirsty as her partner, albeit even a little more impatient. She relished in the annihilation of their enemies, though, despite having been in Fourth, she saw very little of that. And since rising tot he Sixth Seat of the First Division, there was even lesser than that. Akarui knew that sooner or later the spirit would make its presence known, so she chooses to quicken that process.
“Exciting, isn’t it? Mm… Feeling the adrenaline course through your veins is a blessing, Rui.”
“Focus. I’m not sure I can go any further. Despite being a fucking pain to deal with, he is still useful to the Gotei. Just not here in front of me.”
“It is your call, my little Scorpion. I am merely here to assist you.”
Akarui had little to lose. Her life was expendable, she knew that. She was fearless in the eyes of mutiny and performed with the utmost pride of the First Division. The rabid Shinigami woman was aware of where she stood with everyone within the current vicinity, though there was nothing more than she wanted than to get rid of the unsightly soul that plagued her vision. Surely, he thought of her the same, as nothing but a pain that prevented him from acting as he wished. And she was, she would never deny, but what could he do to stop her while trying to survive the consequences of Akarui’s power?
His measly attempt to procure her motion with a morsel of his power would result in his viscous zanpakutō melting away from coming into contact with her blade, something he continues to forego in his advance. In his attempt to stop the upward swing of her blade with a swipe of his arm, the reach of her melting properties have grown extensively, and the length of his arm continues to dwindle faster and faster as the damage now reaches towards his elbow. Youngblood was amusing, but now it was getting old, and rapidly at that. The differences between their physical bodies are apparent, but this does not strike fear into the Scorpion’s heart. Having had multiple bouts over four centuries with Yami Mochizuki, Akarui felt nothing but excitement with the challenge. However, this was nothing challenging. It was a mockery, of Shinigami, of his Captaincy, and if this had gotten out to the public, the Gotei Thirteen would be made into a joke by those they protected. Aware that he wouldn’t take any further humiliation without retaliation, Akarui had prepared. As he retreated backward, Akarui’s clear view allows her to perform a kidō spell in defense.
“Bakudō #81. Dankū.” (斷空, Splitting Void; Viz "Airtight")
The large, translucent barrier towers over both of them and effectively catches the assaulting stream of his zanapkutō that sailed directly towards where her face would have been, completely stopping it in its tracks and the spread of it.
BOOM!
Upon casting that Bakudō, Akarui had greatened their distance from just being within an arm’s length of one another to now resting three meters away from his person, white clouds of billowing smoke lingering in thick layers that shielded her physical appearance enough to only allow him to see the silhouette of her form through it, and nothing more, spreading across the grounds of the meeting hall in a flurry upon the release of the kidō. Mahō Kojiima grows to be lesser and lesser with every passing second. If he has not stopped the assault of her Shikai placed on his arm and leg himself, Akarui would have decided to stop her assault just as it reaches the cusp of his elbow and middle of his calf in a silent call the moment he secedes in his attacks. She concludes that if he were to suffer any more, he would be incapable of performing his duties any further, but it was his choice whether or not to end the violence where they stand. While she feels the Gotei Thirteen would do better without this kind of performance act, they lacked personnel, and with every incident brought on in the past five months, Akarui can only conclude that they had to have as many capable bodies to protect their home.
“Enough.”
Would he vacate the premises, or continue to fight a losing battle? Regardless, Akarui's weapon is poised, ready to attack, and strike at a moment's notice.
