[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

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The spectacle of the Commander’s arrival of course catches Suiyo’s attention, distracting him from the tall beautiful woman whose Grandma tried to hire him as an assassin. The confetti cannons and grandeur of the Commander’s entrance fascinates the drunk. Out in the Rukongai’s furthest reaches, something such as a cannon could save a village or just as easily wipe one from existence. To possess a weapon of this caliber is a sign of wealth and to fire off contained explosions of color in pure celebration and merriment is luxury only afforded out here by the Shiba clan. Having spent some time with members of the disgraced Shiba, Suiyo always admired their pyrotechnic ability, as well as the feats of engineering they were able to achieve with this knowledge, such as their great cannon. The demon drunk had never gotten a glimpse of the mighty structure, but it had always been on his bucket list to see.
“Now without further ado. . .”
Watching the streams of color flutter down from the sky, Suiyo smiles, a content and comfortable expression coming across his face. As far as he is concerned, wherever he is and whatever this is has been worth every moment. Not only did he spend the day drinking, feasting, and partying, but he has been able to see such feats of innovation as confetti cannons and video cameras, as well as two beautiful women. By the time the glimmer in Suiyo’s eye dies down, he wipes a single tear away and snaps back to his surroundings. Forgetting for a moment about the drink in his hand, Suiyo is eager for the reunion between the gourd and his lips. By this time, the Commander has nearly finished his speech, every word being lost on the white-haired fool.
Honoka Oki
Nibui Ueki
Yu Nakamoto “Gather to the left, you will be group one.”
He watches his potential bastard child get up from his sword meditation or whatever that was, and stand next to a white-coated boy with an angsty haircut. The young blondie in turn seems familiar with Suiyo’s maybe offspring, obviously having some form of crush on him. The blonde boy wears his sword on his back, the least most convenient place to keep it, meaning that Blondie’s the lesser swordsman between the two. The kid’s got a white-coat, but he’s literally soft, from his hands to his demeanor, has he ever even taken a life with that blade he clings to? This Kneebowie kid on the other hand obviously takes after his potential-father, a killer intent and fierce dedication to the art of the sword. What’s more, the ten metal rings wrapped around his fingers are immediately clocked by Suiyo. Inspecting their design, even from this distance, the drunk deduces that they must be used to suppress his Spiritual Energy in some way. The sheer amount of rings, should they act as seals, is also telling of the raw power this kid contains. It seems the white-haired boy is in his adolescence when it comes to the journey of the swordsman, if he depends on determination and power alone his skill with a blade will not be able to carry him against a tricky foe.
Joining the two boys is the woman who he was just talking to, but promptly ignored and forgot after the spectacle. He had initially been attracted to her beauty and grace, as well as her height, as he always has had a thing for taller girls. However, now that the context of battle has been realized, Suiyo looks at her in a different light. The wrinkles under her eyes and grey in her hair are but touches of time. However, they are not the product of aging, but the product of stress. The woman holds herself with great composure given the explosion of emotion contained behind her eyes. It seems indeed that she is a master of repressing powerful forces. Her entire persona is curated, a kindness used to mask her sadness, a politeness used to obscure her savagery. It is a tactic Suiyo is well familiar with, and it means that the woman has power and yet is defeated already. Could be that these little games will be a pick-me-up for her, a much needed win. Watching her go, Suiyo smiles and closes his single eye, holding up his gourd as though in cheers to her.
“Hey, good luck!”
Tenzen Oda
The name Oda does ring a bell, as they were prolific enough in the outer districts to make a name for themselves as relentless fighters, even among the more rugged types. Suiyo seems to recall some redhead guy with a crazy moustache some time ago, what was it a century ago? Five maybe? Either way the brute had caught wind of Suiyo’s reputation as the White Death, and thought to challenge him. After a brief fight, the drunk offered the redheaded Oda a challenge of his own, a drinking game. The night went on much longer than the fight, and by the end of it, the two might have called themselves friends. Unfortunately Suiyo had forgotten all about that night the next morning, and had never recalled it again until now.
Kyomu Mukuro
That name sounds so familiar. “Keyammo”, where had Suiyo heard it? Guess it doesn’t matter really. That last name Mukuro is all Suiyo needs to hear to know he's in trouble. It has only happened on rare occasion, maybe once every other century or so, but the Demon Drunk has come across his share of Mukuro assassins. Sometimes he stumbles into some political mess he had no business being in, other times a noble gets pissed off enough to hire one to kill him. Regardless, they’re always a pain in the ass to kill, trained to be as efficiently lethal as possible.
Suiyo Kusotare
“Hate to be that guy.”
The idea of fighting a relentless Oda and a murderous Mukuro sounds like a real chore. Suiyo can’t help but feel bad for whoever their opponent is, as the name doesn’t ring any sorta bells. Looking around, he’s surprised to find that none of the other contestants seem to respond to the name. Maybe he’s late or something?
“Gather to the right, you will be group two.”
It is only now that two figures approach Suiyo. Playing it casual, he sips from his drink, taking a long swig. As he drinks, his single eye slowly looks over to his left. There he sees a dark-skinned spikey-blond man with literally no eyebrows. Does he shave them? Is he born without them? His spikey hair and blonde goatee do nothing to conceal the fact that his brow ridge makes him look like the offspring between a man and a snake. Nearly choking on his drink, Suiyo plays it cool and lowers his gourd slowly. As he does so, he gently turns his head to the right, only to see another blondie with a goatee. Checking his eyebrows, Suiyo is relieved to see he looks like a normal person, until the stranger opens his glowing fucking eyes.“Those of you who remain, will be group three, and you can stay where you are.”Omoni Hageshi
Hiroka Ikari
Yasu Yugure
Shinotori Hitsugaya
“PFFFT”
Suiyo spits out the booze in his mouth in surprise. Omoni? Moni Omoni? She’s here too? What a shock it is to hear that name after so many centuries. Looking around, Suiyo spots the amazonian woman from before. No wonder she looked familiar, so much has changed since last he’d seen her, or maybe she just looked different in his unreliable memory. Still, the hulking frame and radiating enthusiasm she emits is unmistakable now. His lips contort into a twisted grin, as he shakes his gourd next to his ear, hearing how much of its contents he has left to share, and is pleased at the result. He turns from his lineup next to the snake creep and monk weirdo, and attempts to head towards her, holding up his drinking gourd like he just brought the goods to a party. However, behind his back, his sword appears to be drawn, though no one has been able to see the action, causing it to simply manifest in his hand. A cunning deception, it’s evident from the man’s demeanor that he intends to bait with honey and sweetness before striking the woman down.
“I wish you all the best of luck, but there can only be one Kenpachi!”
The roar of the crowd is lost on Suiyo, who is so entrenched with the idea of catching up with an old drinking buddy, that he once again forgets the setting he finds himself in. Unfortunately, the Kenpachi Games do not forget Suiyo, as before he can even take a step towards Omoni a whirlwind spirals to life around him. When it dies down, he and the two Captains find themselves in an entirely new place.

Now within the Muken, all that can be seen is a darkened abyss. The white-tiled floor only extends so far before it too is consumed by a shroud of black. The only objects to be seen for miles are the jagged spires of crystal which jut out randomly throughout the battlefield. Suiyo, taking note of this new place, cannot help but feel lost. This is after all, his first inter-dimensional travel since his transition from Human to Soul, and thus the first change in scenery he has had in over a thousand years.
“Did I black out? Ah hell, did I die again? This afterlife’s even crappier than the last.”
Scratching his head with the edge of his blade, Suiyo removes his pipe from his sleeve with his other hand and places it between his teeth, a gentle stream of clear grey rising from its wooden mouth. Taking a deep breath, he exhales steadily, steam coming from his nostrils like those old tengu fables. Honestly, a little quiet isn’t so bad after all the roaring and cheering they were just subjected to. Suiyo nods in contemplation of this peaceful moment, finding stillness in the dark. That is, until a weird mumbling catches his ear.
”Sprinkled on the bones of the beast. Carriage of thunder. Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring.”
Suiyo takes note of the strange mumbling man. It’s the glowing-eyed weirdo from before of course. He seems to be paranoid about something, his body lighting aflame with crimson fire, and while the construct is clearly spiritual, it doesn’t necessarily seem like reiatsu. Is he scared? Could it be dark? Is he scared of the dark? That’s embarrassing. This guy’s got two swords on him, and yet his hands are not that of a swordsman. The calluses around his index and thumb suggest that what swordsmanship he does use is more so focused on rapidly drawing and sheathing the blade. It’s rare for this guy to be in close quarters combat, by the looks of him. So maybe that’s what he’s scared of? Or wait, maybe he’s blind and it’s too quiet now. It seems that the sniveling Captain is praying! Reassuring himself in the dark!
With the mystery figured out, it is now on Suiyo’s shoulder’s to discover why the other man, the snake creep from before, is running in circles. Suiyo watches as the man hops and spins around, rotating his body to always match certain points, and creating afterimages in those places. It’s sort of silly to look at, but Suiyo’s not one to judge. It seems where the Oda was praying in fear, the Mukuro is instead just panicking. Running in circles is a good way to burn off energy and calm anxiety, but what was he so anxious about? There is no way that the two of them are both scared of the dark.
The mystery is solved when Suiyo takes note of the crystals. Specifically, one crystal spire only thirty feet away from the Oda. A hundred feet tall and perfectly smooth, the green crystal reflects the Oda’s red flaming aura. However, the brightness of the reflection does not match the waves of light that the red flames emit. On top of this, the crystal, while dimming the light of the flame, also hums ever so subtly louder than its ambient siblings. Suiyo then draws the conclusion that these spires are capable of absorbing and negating Spiritual Energy.
“You’re kidding.”

Immediately, he appears on the other end of the battlefield, blade sheathed, pipe in hand. Thirty feet away from the Oda, he stands right in front of the spire he had just observed. With his face mere inches from the crystal, he attempts to discern its molecular structure. This type of material would be worth a fortune in the Rukongai, maybe even more valuable than soul-stone. Placing his ear upon the surface, he listens to the gentle hum it emits. Attempting to feel the nuances in the vibration of each individual sound wave, he in essence seeks to discern its code. He then presses his tongue against it and licks the smooth crystalline surface.
Though Suiyo can hear the mumbling of the Oda’s prayer, the flow of Spiritual Energy that courses through him, though Suiyo can feel the tapping of Kyomu’s feet against the Muken’s ground, sense the the little pitter patter of his tippy toes as he sneakily makes his speed clones, though he can feel the killing intent radiating off of the two deadliest Captains in the Soul Society; only one thought comes to the Demon Drunk’s mind.
“It’s sweet?”

 

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Watchful Eye of Buddha
Observation is key when engaging powerful foes as battles do not become slugfests but instead are ended before anyone realizes it. In a clash between Tenzen and Kyomu this can hold true, their battle could be over in the first exchange or the next. Then there is the wild card who managed to make his way into these games by what Tenzen can only assume to be by the grace of his swordsmanship. Why does he think that the Rukongai man made it here through swordsmanship alone? There is far too much blood staining him to have any other ability. The blood that coats this man comes from crossing swords, without a single burn or scorch mark to be noted it is clear he did not engage in any battle where Kido or Reioryoku were involved. Observations are very important in battle, but they cannot last forever. The time of observing comes to an end and the time for action dawns.
”Bridge of a spinning wheel. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm.”
Kyomu uses his impressive speed to create speed clones to cover himself while the Swordsman is… Licking the crystals? Never in his wildest imaginations did tasting the crystals ever cross Tenzen’s mind, mostly because he spent so much time avoiding them out of fear of dying. With that said feeling the Reiatsu radiate from these Crystals puts the Mad Buddha on edge, the memory of one hundred years of life or death combat rush forward and hone his focus to a razor's edge. This focus allows him to capitalize on his incantation as both his opponents chose not to attack him or even halt his chanting. Yellow electricity sparks along his right arm with his left arm glowing with yellow light and those ever present random wisps of red flames. Now all that remains is to choose a target, the unknown variable is too much of a risk to just let him do as he pleases, taking him out early would be smart, however, Kyomu could capitalize on that brief window of the Oda ignoring him. Speaking of the Phantom Tenzen’s chances of success are greater against the Second Division Captain.
This will be the second time Tenzen has faced the Mukuro clan lord, even if it was over one hundred years ago the information he gleaned from that encounter can be used here. Adjusting for any increase in power the Captain may have had over these past one hundred years, Tenzen can craft a more assured method of attack against him and given how Kyomu is occupying multiple spaces with his speed his assumption should be correct. The decision is made and he begins to move.
”With light, divide this into six. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle.”
Asura Makes His Move!
As he speaks he takes a single step and with his Shunpo positions himself in the middle of Kyomu’s formation, however, the moment he places himself in this danger zone his hands, that have been up and hovering as if ready to pray, clasp together with great force. A shockwave is formed strong enough to knock Kyomu out of his position. This Hakuda technique is one unique to Tenzen known as Itsutsu no yama (五山; Five Mountains). Seeing how these are not true clones but instead clones made by constant movement The moment this happens Kyomu should be blown out of his position with the other clones vanishing in this instant as well. Tenzen does not follow up on attacking the Phantom but instead focuses on the Rukongai Swordsman.
”Hadō #63. Raikōhō."
(雷吼炮, Thunder Roar Sear; Viz "Fiery Lightning Howl")

A full incantation Raikoho is fired at the Rukongai man who haphazardly placed himself next to one of the crystals dotting the arena. He will expire in this prison, lost, confused, and ever wondering what that final flash of light was that claimed his life as the resulting explosion is massive enough to rock Muken, or at least their corner of it. The plume of fire and black smoke that erupts from the explosion produces light bright enough to reflect off of the crystals and illuminate their arena a bit more. With his Reiatsu still flowing outward, but not in an overwhelming fashion, the Captain of Fifth Division expects the Phantom to be upon him by now. This must be infuriating for Kyomu to face an opponent who constantly anticipates his next move, to face someone who does not fear the dreaded specter and is assured of themselves in capturing them. With their match now truly started the cogs of Tenzen’s plan can begin to move, a plan not built upon false confidence but instead built upon a sound strategic mind, one that has already anticipated his opponents next moves.

 

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Jizakai was en route to the destination assigned, the Senkaimon, where he was traveling adjacent to Lieutenant, Arashi Suta. The man was one of the leaders of fifth division, one who had previously led the assault upon Taicho Oda. A situation which was not forgotten nor forgiven, but it was hidden and buried deep into secret layers of the Ametsuchi’s consciousness that would not manifest anytime soon. The silent vengeance was held in place, confiscated from the surface and all forms of detection - practically his disdain of the man subsided. As he traveled, Jizakai mind was occupied by the possibilities that could arise within the Dangai. There was always potential threats, however, considering that Eizoku was a man who managed to survive - it - meant the chance of completing the mission should be successful. That is, in theory, and considering the man’s recent actions it did not sit comfortable with Jizakai.
The Ametsuchi remained closed lip, because there was no solid reason for him to talk. He did not respect either of the higher ranking individuals on a personal level, it was strictly the chain of command and their positions within rank, because of this Jizakai submitted. At the end of his shunpo, the Ametsuchi remained adjacent to Lieutenant Suta. With his eyes observing the Kido Corps and Eizoku Yugameru, Jizakai face continued on expressionless. There was no excitement in this for him but with all signs of wrath sunken and stored away, he seemed rather casual as if meeting with a friend he’d already seen. Which he had already seen Eizoku earlier, but had been subjected to the conditions based on Yugameru actions.
Abruptly a slight chuckle left, he could not contain it at the spontaneous thought of trust, it was currently impossible to do - but once again, he laid his life to serve and so he would do. The chuckle transformed into a sarcastic smirk, thinking of Taicho Oda and his words, following were the words of the Lieutenant back at the fourth division. Nevertheless, based on his silence and upright position with his eyes meeting the Lieutenant as he spoke at the end of it, he agreed. “I’ll service my duty to this division, therefore, trust my life into the hands of its commander.” His words were intended to be ambiguous, nevertheless, it was clear he would go along with the plan - that is whatever Eizoku Yugameru designs or whether Lieutenant Arashi see’s fit to take over. For now, he stood awaiting to motion to their destination within Senkaimon.

 

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Positioned in front of an opened Senkaimon, a silhouetted Eizoku stood. The overwhelming vibrant rays of iridescent light peering from the opened gates erasing the full details of both his body and visage until only a darkened outline of the man remained. The kido corps lined to both the right and left sides of him in a formation that could only be related to a typical militant about face formation. No doubt this had been expected of them, yet Eizoku was easily able to see the influence his captain had upon the rigidity of the division.
Upon their arrival this would be all that the expected duo would be able to make out. No formal greeting or apology extended from Eizoku, and despite them being unable to see the expression upon his visage, one could be assured that that too would be just as emotionless. Nothing but passive analyzing from Eizoku's end, a flaw of his own that he was unable to shake. It was evident from the approach and movement of the two that Leiutenant Suta had been heavily restraining himself and restricting his speed, most likely to allow Ametsuchi to keep up with his pace. This hadn't been a random analysis, but rather a sign to Eizoku that the two had indeed been capable of displaying teamwork after all - regardless of how small the gesture. They had recovered quickly from their wounds, and from the looks of things had been in better shape than when they had been when administered. The only thing Eizoku had been unable to discern, was the smile plastered across the face of his Leiutenant - he had never been able to do so. Yet, after being the cause of the man's defeat in two different scenarios, one could only logically assume that there existed some lingering animosity beneath the surface of the shallow smile he flaunted around so boldly. Or had he, as in his prior situation, been wrong once more?
The man hadn't been disrespecting or looking down upon either of the men, however in situations where he was uncertain how to interact with individuals, his golden rule was to remain silent until an opportunity for conversing presented itself. And present itself it would.
"Eizoku. You will take point. With the experience you gained upon your expedition, you have greater knowledge and ability to lead this mission and instruct us on any abnormal anomalies that may have occurred or might occur. However…”
Listening carefully to the words being directed at him from the mouth of Leiutenant Suta, Eizoku allowed until the pause before interjecting himself into the conversation, finishing up what to him, was an all too obvious temporary shifting of authority. Lifting his left arm and resting it upon the hilt of his blade, taking somewhat of a casual stance before speaking.
"You want to place me in command for the time being because I have more experience about the inner workings of the Dangai from my previous near death encounter within it. And should I fall short of your standards you will usurp the granted authority and invoke your own for the benefit of the team. Correct?"
Ametsuchi despite how hard he tried to suppress his emotions, had been an open book in the obscured eyes of Eizoku. A singular chuckle followed by a verbalized statement riddled with intentional ambiguity, he certainly hadn't taken well to the previous actions of his superior. Yet, in Eizoku's mind, the man could only be upset with himself for not possessing the foresight and skill to overcome the situation he was placed in. Yet, none of that mattered now. His words and compliance had been received by Eizoku, but the underlying sarcasm beneath had immediately been dismissed.
Unseen to the two men before him due to the blinding intensity of the light behind him, Eizoku's eyes temporarily fell upon the badge that Arashi had donned upon his arm. Yet the meaning and reasoning behind his glancing was uncertain, event to himself. Wasting no time nor allowing the man to complete his sentence, Eizoku erected both the index and middle fingers of his right hand, raising it slightly as if to signal. Without a moment of hesitation, a generous crew of kido corps members entered the Senkaimon door in order to perform the Kaikyō Kotei method.
"Before we begin this assignment, let it be known that you should not utilize your Shikai nor your Bankai under any circumstances, should you be torn asunder and scattered through time. Should adversity arise, your greatest chance of heightening your survival will be the utilization of Kido. However, before wildly casting off the most powerful spell you can muster, please think through about the after effect of the said spell. Spells that posses combustible properties, or that do not immediately dissipate after contact can in fact lead to a heightened disadvantage for not only you but everyone within the Dangai at that moment. Obscured vision will certainly play against you should the opportunity present itself.
Being that you both are seated members of the Fifth Division, it is only correct to assume that your mastery of Kido is beyond proficient, so I expect you to have the understanding that simplicity can be your greatest asset within a battle. For instance, should you find yourself in a position where you are unable to move fast enough to transverse the Dangai or avoid a potential threat, utilize Seki in order to both propel you in your desired direction, and your opponents attack in the opposing direction. This can be applied to boosting the strike of your blade as well should you deem fit.
Also, due to minimal light being present within, after my initial failure within the confines of the Dangai, I believe perhaps this will provide both a visual advantage, along with an immediate defense should it be deemed necessary."
Extending his right hand with his palm facing upward towards the two men, the Third Seat would create an ambient yet almost transparent red glow within the palm of his hand.
"Shakkaho...yet with a shifted balance present by prioritizing intensity and glow over destructive power. Maintaining a rather unimpressive size. This is done so in order to aid in visibility, and should you desire, also block or minimize the force of a basic incoming assault - while ensuring that the concussive and combustive results of contact do not shroud your sight should contact be made. Although I can go on, I will restrain myself under the basic undersanding that the two of you likely already have an innate understanding of this. Should there be any questions, feel free to inquire...inside the Dangai."
With that, the man turned his back with little to no intention of further communicating basic Kido lessons to the two and began his strides into the blinding light that escaped the opened gates, until his silhouette was no longer present and he crossed over into the threshold of the Dangai. Ready to react to anything at a moments notice, awaiting the two following after him.Central Seireitei -> Precipice World

 

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It is perhaps rather fitting that this bloodfest of a tournament has been labeled as mere games, as it is not entirely untrue. For Tenzen it is a game of observation, doing his best to read the other players without or before being read at a rate far faster than his competitors. For the drunkard, still mentally displaced from the booze lingering on his palette, it is but another part of the festivities, a strange game or event albeit with poor decor. For everyone gathered, it is also a game of perception.
The drunkard, attempting to assess his current fate and surroundings, perceives the Mad Buddha to be imprisoned by his fear of the dark and is thus, chanting to calm himself while simultaneously mustering up courage to brave the dark that encompasses them all. He catches sight of the Buddha’s hands and though the Kido Chief is equipped with two swords, the drunkard does not perceive the spellcaster before him to be a swordsman. He deduces that the man is not one to regularly be forced into close physical confrontations, and to a degree he is correct. With Tenzen’s ability in the Demon Arts, there are very few who could actually draw close enough to him to force the man to rely on something other than the countless spells at his disposal — the Rukongai swordsman misasses the Asura though, or rather undervalues the man’s physical close quarter abilities. Unlike his former brother, recently dismissed from the clan, Tenzen is an Oda down to his very bones. The man was forced to rely on his fists, his body and blade before he could ever come to rely on the spells taught by the Gotei 13. To underestimate the Captain would be foolish for anyone.
”Bridge of a spinning wheel. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm.”
BZT
The Buddha continues to chant, reiryoku continues to rise, the sound of cackling going in and out. The drunkard, while appearing to most to be little more than an inebriated nuisance is certainly not one unfamiliar with the blade. Given he has arrived at the competition from the Rukongai, there is perhaps no telling just what atrocities the man has seen, or…rather those he may have committed. Tenzen, ever watchful and upon seeing the Phantom quartet recognizes the technique employed by the assassin — Suiyo, a keen swordsman, a master of the blade and slaying of men, a fact yet to be discovered by any unfamiliar with his identity or his exploits, believes himself to be perceiving and following the every step and move of the Mukuro. His eyes or…rather his eye, perceives the man he was asked to kill, running around in circles. It is a natural assumption for those who are somewhat learned on the nature of the technique and how it operates, and one would be forgiven for following that line of thinking, especially given the manner in which the mirror images were formed.
BZT
Suiyo’s attention is seized by the emerald crystal spires that make up their arena as the sound of cackling continues, the glow of yellow sparks competing with the crimson flame like aura, while orange sparks sparsely illuminate corners and pockets of the darkness that is Muken. The man finds himself near the very spire that had garnered his attention. The manner in which the drunken sword carrying man had so expeditiously arrived at his location was no shunpo technique. No, that much was evident or..at least it might have been in the eyes of either of the two Captains; had the man truly propelled himself through strength and will alone?He licks the construct born of the Commander’s power and zanpakuto, a thought, an act perhaps no one else within the entire Seireitei would ever dare even attempt to do. Tenzen, immersed in his game of observation chooses what he perceives to be the safest route, and goes for, in his eyes the greater threat.
”With light, divide this into six. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle.”
The warring Buddha chants and simultaneously steps. A single chest propels and maneuvers the Grand Kido Chief in the center of the quartets’ formation.
CLAP
Ting
The Oda’s hands are brought together in a thunderous clasp. There is a loud echoing boom that fills the air like thunder, drowning out a right ringing. The four Kyomu are all sent hurtling in separate directions. Immediately he follows up with discharging his completed spell towards the entranced Rukon warrior. A bolt, reminiscent of golden lightning, streaks towards the man who appears to Tenzen, unaware of his surroundings or of what is actually taking place. The force in which it strikes is enough to rock the very confines of their corner of nothingness, its brightness especially when reflected off the crystal spires is sure to be blinding.
Ting
The ringing from before once again, and once again it is or rather should be drowned out by the roaring of the explosive spell, seemingly anchored nowhere in particular. It chimes lightly from one corner, and then another while simultaneously chiming in sparse places in the air. Their appears no rhyme or reason for the sound the darkness and then the blinding light both serving to obscure whatever is orchestrating it, and there also appears to be no discernible pattern to trace as well, what is certain, rather intentional or by pure happenstance…is that the sounds never seem to echo or chime from the blast area of the Oda’s spell..at least not completely. Ever on his guard, by now Tenzen the observer, Tenzen the planner should have realized that the doubles he believed would simply fade out immediately…did not. He forgets or, perhaps he never truly knew or understood, that the technique in the hands of Captain Mukuro could not be compared to one’s basic understanding of the technique, or from the history of previous practitioners. The Phantom’s Speed generated clones each holding a sense of quasi-tangibility, capable of producing blood, obtaining wounds before fully fading out of corporeality. In the eyes of the Buddha, ever on guard for his peer’s counter-attack, he bears witness to all four versions of Kyomu, injured and grounded…growing transparent before vanishing altogether.
From the Oda’s flank comes a single ocherous bolt of lightning arrives, intending to not only impact with the Oda, but pierce through him. That single bolt is joined by its twin thundering from behind with the same intent.
Way of the Onmitsu: Firefly
One of the secret disciplines of the Onmitsukido, lightning birthed from one’s movement and reiatsu, the friction caused from the collision between the two birthing the sparks. When allowed to dance freely they amount to little more than nuisances meant to blind, dissuade or paralyze those in proximity. When properly wielded however..molded and guided, they become a formidable weapon. While Suiyo had perceived the Phantom to be darting about in circles like a madman, what he wasn’t perceiving was Kyomu taking a step, then propelling himself in another corner of the arena, taking another step to arrive at a different place from where he started, only to propel himself to a separate area on the field yet again, returning to a different vantage point each time. One only being able to recognize the four clones formed they remain ignorant to the many steps the Phantom is taking, strategically moving just enough to only produce four copies of himself, copies that did not require him to repeatedly return to their respective places to maintain their forms while he continued to dart about the battle field, creating the friction needed for Onmitsu Shunpo: Hotaru.
As Tenzen is faced with the respective bolts of lightning, moments from impact he, and supposedly Suiyo had he not met his demise were accosted by yet another form of attack from Captain Mukuro in the form of his Anken. A dark colored blade makes its way towards the Buddha’s left jugular and right heel respectively, while another is aimed towards the drunkard's skull and spine…at least, the last area they were perceived to have been. The chimes now revealed to be the sounds of Kyomu’s anken ricocheting off not only each other, but the crystal spires as well, directing their path while simultaneously maintaining their momentum. Due to the composition of each blade, it made piercing through spiritual bodies and, to a degree, reiatsu an easy enough feat.
The Phantom emerges, or rather he appears to simply come into existence fifteen feet or so behind the Buddha with his blade drawn and gripped in his right hand. His right foot slightly forward, portions of his haori swaying as if caught in a perpetual breeze he observes his targets. He is curious what actions Tenzen will take, and while he has one or two assumptions he is a professional. He refuses to become complacent, and leaves room for the unexpected to occur. Then there was the snowy haired drunk. Kyomu lacks information on him, and that is something he cannot allow to continue, so he will force out as much intel as he can. During his traversing about the arena, while Tenzen busied himself attacking the doppelgangers and when he blasted the spell towards the silly behaving lush, Kyomu was observing. Even now, the anken while appearing to be a light attack, inconsequential to the eyes of true fighters and killers, it is a move with a single purpose: to gauge the speed and manner of reaction from the man. Kyomu from the start and even now has surprisingly not released a sliver of killing intent, seemingly standing his ground with Genzoken in hand, its shadow flickering along the ground in this realm of darkness.