[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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The day continued to be proven uneventful with a beautiful day and quietness throughout the area of Soul Society to those oblivious to what was going on around them. The day started pretty blandly for the Shoumetsu Takahiro, 4th seat of 11th division, with the barracks smelling delightful of freshly baked cake he made to help his comrades' day liven up. With the state 11th squad division currently in the morale haven’t been at its best with them lacking a Captain, their Lieutenant Jinnosuke currently in a serious condition hospitalized, and the 3rd seat Hibiki missing in action meant there was nobody keeping things in order. For many people, this might have seemed like a vacation with nobody keeping them from slacking off or going about their own devices with no guidance, but Shoumetsu wouldn’t allow for such atrocities to tarnish their reputation picking up the slack forcing them to train until they couldn’t stand without collapsing. It could be argued this mainly stemmed from Shoumetsu on boredom hating to just sit around so made the unseated members become the source of his entertainment, or if he wanted to make sure his squad stayed in always ready to jump into the front lines. Although, this day they got spared of such harsh training regiments that would have befallen them because this particular day Shoumetsu hunger for action raged more than usual. Recently hearing about his Lieutenant being active was enough for Shoumetsu to want to check in on him, although it wouldn’t be out of concern making sure he hasn't become so weak he couldn’t handle being the acting Captain for them.
The closer he got to his arrival at 4th division squad barracks where Jinnosuke was being treated at that unquenching hunger came closer to the surface. Shoumetsu lips curled into a twisted sadistic smile followed by the glare in his eyes showing nothing except pure bloodlust of what was about to come upon him finding where his prey held up at. Moving towards the 4th division in a little bit more haste than his comrade Rin probably was with the muscles in Shoumetsu legs flexing each step he made to launch him forward faster not sure how much longer he could properly contain his building excitement. His destination now seen within the horizon caused Shoumetsu eagerness to overflow where his bloodlust can no longer be held back and his sadistic smile widened no longer giving a damn about the consequences. At this point, he was lost in his bloodlust now moving in a straight dash towards the building section where he could sense Lt. Jinnosuke reiatsu pinpointed he kicked off the ground with enough force it crumbled directly under where he stood leaving a small crater. Immediately after he reached the peak of his jump soaring 50 feet up into the air he rotated his body with all his weight and strength being shifted into the power of his sword attacks, making two precise slashes of compressed air with the momentum added to its power. Using Iaido Shoumetsu swiftly unsheathed his two blades to cleanly slice a large portion of the off and in that same movement sheathe his zanpakuto back making the only sign of it being drawn the silver flash of steel followed by the slice building part sliding off. Descending downwards just as fast he took the air dropping directly down into the building with no hesitation in his movements.
His eye darted all around casting his bloodthirsty gaze on the inhabitants of the room before drowning them out the second he locked his sights onto the injured Lt. Shoumetsu's monstrous killing intent practically exploded outwards flooding through the entire building around vicinity like a damn that breaking in the tidal wave that ensued just completely overwhelming those weak of mind. Since his two kodachi was resheathed he kept his hands gripped loosely on their hilts with the center part of the saya giving off a faint glow. Using the sheath of his weapon with both blades housed inside it he concentrated 50% of his spiritual energy into it allowing it to be compressed within until he swung his zanpakuto out and released all that built up energy on a single target. Shoumetsu dropped directly downwards onto Jinnosuke with the sole intent to unleash a powerful downwards slash with both blades that could easily cut him in half if he truly was in too weak of a state to survive or defend himself. The second his blades either made contact with Jinn body or his weapon if he decided to hurry and grab it to block himself Shoumetsu let all the gathered compressed spiritual energy to be released either to cut him clean in half like he did a slice of cake in the morning, or shattering his zanpakuto while still slicing deep into him with a lethal blow. Both outcomes were very pleasurable to Shoumetsu thinking if his Lieutenant was so weak to be killed this easily by only half of his power then he may just be better off dead in the first place. However, right when the blades were about to determine the fateful outcome Jinnosuke first Shoumetsu heard a muffled voice unable to be made out. As this mystery voice in his head seemed to keep repeating itself like a ringing in his head each time becoming a little audible to make a bit of what was being said until finally, the release of powerful spiritual pressure snapped Shoumetsu completely out of his stupor.
”U-um sir how can we help you? Is everything alright?”
The voice of a male finally cleared to him as the spiritual pressure faded away that got released previously along with Shoumetsu licking his lips in a much-excited manner. The male standing before him with a puzzled look on his face took a few steps back being a little off-put about exactly what was going on with him.
”Damn that was such a good dream...oh when did you get here? I am here to see Lieutenant Jinnosuke.”
With the reiatsu from the 4th division Captain within the walls snapping Shoumetsu out of his little wet daydream he slipped into on his way here, he finally realized he made it to the front doors where one of the 4th division unseated members greeted him. He let out a small sigh of disappointment with the sensation that grew wild within slowly dying down after he took a deep breath to calm his inner turmoil. Once he pushed back his bloodlust enough Shoumetsu gave a half-assed respectful bow of the head for failing to acknowledge the person’s existence then waked inside heading in the direction where he picked up the spike of spiritual power earlier though the Captain either no longer be present or the two might even cross paths on his way to the Lt. Stepping into the room now where the bedridden Jinnosuke laid this was Shoumetsu first time seeing him in the critical state he was in and decided to say something to help lift his spirits.
”You look like a damn fragile mummy waiting to keel over dead at the smallest touch...though I guess congrats for not being dead or something like that.”
Trying to make people feel better was something he wasn’t even remotely good at but witnessing Jinnosuke in this condition pretty much killed his excitement. When the time came for the two of them to finally clash he wanted it to be when they both were at their best and Shoumetsu was also eager to see if what he did to himself was worth it. He licked his lips a little just thinking about how fun it will be to test out his newfound strength once he was fully healed, and willing to be patient to truly savor it. If somebody could read his mind they would find it extremely hard to believe this very man standing calmly before Jinnosuke was the same one full of murderous intent replaying the same fantasy of killing him in vivid detail just a few seconds ago.

 

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Before Katsuo could begin his offensive maneuver toward Enso, Daiki had used some of his kido healing capabilities to heal Katsuo from some of the injuries he had sustained from Enso’s shikai. From there he had dashed forward, using his fast shunpo to take the fight toward the illusion that was Enso the clown.
He was smiling, out of pride that he had managed to land a single blow against the horror that is Enso. Though that was not meant to be as reality was about to kick in, Katsuo’s blade was instead striking toward his fellow squad member, Ashura Nojubuki. His face distorted by the sheer horror of what it had seemed that Katsuo had stricken his own ally. At that point, Katsuo had also succumbed to Enso’s full reiatsu being poured onto him and finally been paralyzed by it too. Seconds later, as Katsuo was about to give in and give up, he felt this heat, not harmful in any way; rather it was comforting and it had expanded around Katsuo like a shield. When he finally realized what had happened, Katsuo’s crimson hues looked up toward Ashura, who had been standing tall and strong and with no injuries sustained to him.
It was confusing at that point, but it had seemed that the effects of Enso’s reiatsu had been completely nullified because of Ashura’s flames. The flames had absorbed Katsuo’s lightning blade and had fueled around Katsuo to protect him and ward off Enso’s reiatsu. Katsuo spoke out toward Ashura at that point, ‘’Thank you..’’ He said in the softest of tones, before standing up once more, to take the battle toward Enso, once again, fueling his reiatsu to the maximum in order to further strengthen the barrier around himself, to at least ease up on Ashura who was trying his hardest to protect and fend off the fiend that is Enso the not so funny clown.
At this point, Katsuo could see Enso clearly by sensing out his reiatsu. He was positioned just above Ashura and Katsuo at about 20ft away in the air. Katsuo just then searched for Daiki, who was still suffering against the wrath of Enso’s reiatsu. Having found Daiki nearby on the ground, Katsuo moved away from the incoming Hado 99 that the powerful clown had released and headed toward Daiki as fast as he could using his shunpo. Arriving just before Daiki and standing on the very same ground as him; Katsuo’s reiatsu exploded, sparks of short bursts of lightning flying toward Daiki. Not to hurt the proud wolf, but rather to jock his senses and nervous system. Katsuo could have done this much earlier with himself, however, his inexperience with life threatening combat did not allow him to think that far ahead. The point was that with lightning running through Daiki’s nerves, it would at least in theory break him from Enso’s illusions for a moment. That would allow Daiki to not just follow scents, but to also see the man that was trying to murder the Seventh Division.
’’Daiki! Wake up! You must end this now!’’ All Katsuo could do was offer words of encouragement. To fight back with all that he had and then still fall to this fiend’s power, he was not proud in any sense. However, he was to see it through, Katsuo fueling whatever reiatsu he had left into his blade, waiting for the right moment to perform one last attack, waiting for any possible openings.

 

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The Komamura is yet again trapped within the illusions this man Enso Aikawa casts with his Reiatsu. Unfortunately for Enso, his team members break free in time to stop their personal attacks on each other. Again however, the illusion of Saijin Komamura enters Daiki's mind and vision once again.
Daiki takes a breath, and calms himself momentarily, before he gets a jolt of static-like energy flow through his body, causing his hair to stand all over and making him puff up like a cat after it was blow-dried. His eyes pop open momentarily as he narrows his eyes in the direction he sensed Katsuo in, and smelled his scent. His eyes closed again as his fur went back to normal, and he started smelling the air.
Unfortunately for Enso, he vastly underestimated the size of Daiki's cover, upon putting Reiatsu into Jūfuku Shōgi. At Daiki's current limit, he can expand the Tiles only he can see to half the size of a football field in length and width. He'd exert his spiritual pressure and do this, only to get Ashura and Katsuo into the same tile as him.
"Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini!! Look upon yourself with horror and tear out your own throat! Bakudo Number 9! Horin!"
Daiki cast this spell, one rope attached to the end of his nodachi, the other with his free hand that was slightly shorter considering the Nodachi's length. He roped the kido ropes around Ashura's waist, and Katsuo's waists accordingly, the longer rope for the one further away from Daiki, before he lifted his own center tile up and started spinning it violently. Just as the hado 90 was being cast, Daiki flung the 3 of them so hard after letting go of the center tile that Katsuo and Ashura would no doubt be dizzy for a few seconds. They would all have different momentums based on their speed upon lift off. Ashura would be flung the farthest, possibly toward the central Seireitei, Katsuo would have been flung just as far, probably minus a few feet, and Daiki would have crash landed in the streets outside of 7th's barracks, rolling then crashing into a nearby building.
His head bloodied from the collapsing rubble, Daiki had little time to lick his wounds, he healed his head with Kaido, as he unburied himself with a few heavy Reiatsu infused slashes to the rubble, and began running down the street away from 7th Barracks, and hopefully run into another Shinigami, one that could help. He only hoped Katsuo and Ashura landed safely wherever it was they landed, and were seeking assistance as well. Enso would rue the day he attacked Division seven unprovoked. If he followed Daiki, the fox-man would be ready for him again… he kept his Shikai activated. If Enso fired anything at Daiki as he was running away, Daiki would counter with a chunk of debris on the ground as he ran, switching the tiles around him with ones that had the fronts of buildings in them… sure, if he survives this ordeal he'd need to help rebuild the northeast Seireitei… but, one life is worth the cost of a thousand buildings… and the more witnessing Enso's rampaging, the better.

 

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Listen Here!

A coffin is that in which people are laid to rest. With them dies many things. The most common things that follow people to their graves are regrets. Perhaps they should have led their life differently, or perhaps they should have done something else in order to prevent themselves from being closed inside of that which signified death. Ensō's looks and smile had come to a halt as he watched the struggle before him. Bewildered and utterly unprepared, the 7th Division had put extreme effort into saving themselves, but they had clearly forgotten that which was in play. A sigh escaped the man as the coffin had no issues coming to full fruition, in fact, their struggle was all for naught. Depending on one another was fine. Comrades were meant to be treasured; this was something the instructor knew all too well. He'd heard it tens of thousands of times within his 600 years of life as a Shinigami. Unfortunately, the concept never stuck into his head with the exception of his constant facade. His true self never appreciated the value that such a concept afforded one, always electing to pull the strings behind the curtains of an operation to ensure its success.
Ensō was alone if anything. However, being alone was likely for the best. After all, he had a twisted outlook on the world, classifying people as different types of toys that he would throw out or play with as he pleased. The same had been done with his parents and the Shinigami that would have saved their lives. They gave him great joy when his psyche had twisted those hundreds of years ago, their screams didn't reach his ears, but he could feel them throughout his body - it was as if he had been connected to them by something other than a familial bond. On that same token, the Shinigami whom he had stopped from saving them had experienced such agony. He was, after all, a 7th Division Shinigami, Ensō would later find out. Helping the citizens of the Rukongi was their top priority and a small child of hidden nobility had stopped him from performing this job, all because of the "panic" that he displayed. Alas, he had no qualms with the 7th Division, in fact, he adored them. Not necessarily the three that were perishing before him, but he adored what they stood for. It was such a far-fetched dream - saving those of Rukongi - that he couldn't help but laugh whenever he thought of it.
His current facial expression held nothing other than what appeared to be sorrow, oddly enough. There was no laughing, nor was their even a smile; at least not after the coffin had closed on the men. Ashura had the right tools, yes, but he didn't utilize them properly, and he had failed to perceive the man's location. He thought the instructor was 20 feet above him and to the left when he was 20 meters above him and to the left. This wouldn't be helpful, given the crushing weight of Kurohitsugi that would bind the man and his companions when they thought they were going to be able to ward the man off. In fact, Ashura's barrier was encroaching on a location far beneath him, and it would take four seconds to reach its "angelic" height; four seconds that he simply did not have. The three men had failed to realize that it wasn't his Reiatsu that they felt weigh on them once more, it was the Hadō itself. A full incantation was nothing to scoff at. Gravity bound the men and they seemed to think that they'd be able to move freely away from that which would draw them into the center of the box over and over again. A full cast spared little room for escape, despite the possibility. That is what the Shinigami should've done when they realized they had been outmatched — plot for an escape. The barrier that Ashura was attempting to create didn't matter much to the clown. In fact, it would, too, be suppressed and swallowed into the horrendous torrent of gravity that had come forth as the spell's incantation had continued uninterrupted. The gravity was the precursor to Kurohitsugi's true lethality, but it could kill by itself, especially given the fact that it was similar to that of a black hole at this point; all that tried to leave the center was drawn back and forced down to the ground. This force exerted by the Hadō was enough to begin breaking all 206 bones in each Shinigami's body.
What was intriguing to the clown was that Ashura had the biggest advantage out of his peers and he had wasted it. His perception that Ensō had utilized his mastery over the Shunpo technique and was "20 feet" above them and to the left was, unfortunately, that which would ultimately be his downfall. As Katsuo would attempt to go and "shock" Daiki, he would find himself and his sparks on the ground, plastered to it as he'd feel every single bone in his body creak and break; his body would soon become a fountain of blood, a mere heartbeat before the thousands of spears within Kurohitsugi would lacerate the men into finely chopped pieces; leaving only their blood when the coffin would eventually let itself up. Katsuo was dependent upon his teammate, Ashura, who wasn't aiming in the right direction and had attempted to simply ignore the effects of such a nefarious spell altogether. Once more, they had overestimated their own prowess; a Hadō, let alone #90 with a full incantation from a Master of Kidō wasn't something that one simply brushed off. Their timing needed to be precise and accurate, and they needed to be aware of the fact that the Black Coffin was not simply meant to lacerate, and that it also affected the very gravity around them. It swallowed everything within it — the flames, the sparks, and even Daiki's tiles. So long as the spell hadn't been interrupted — which it hadn't — they were still doomed.
Daiki, the Komamura, would've certainly had a good strategy had he known that it wasn't Ensō's reiatsu that was producing this gravitational effect, let alone that the effect was present. The three had overlooked something so relevant to their escape, instead of focusing on where they thought the man was, and what course of action they could take by depending on a single one of their squadmates — a 4th seat at that — without looking out for themselves. A sad fate had befallen them as a result of their dependency, but there was no time for course-correcting anymore. Mistaking a Hadō's power for sheer Reiatsu was humbling, but humility did not guarantee one's survival. No, that simply wasn't the case. In a battle of guaranteed life or death, the three 7th Division members had chosen to stay and fight against a force that was too much for them to handle with their current skill set. Only near the end had they realized that a tactical retreat would have saved them. Daiki's mindset was admirable, but in the event that he had — by some miracle — been jolted awake, despite the suppression of Ashura and Katsuo's bodies and electricity techniques due to the coffin, he would still be reeled back in. Instead of moving immediately, they waited seconds, seconds that they did not have, given that the effects were intent on consuming them within the same second that they had started, a second later the coffin had closed entirely.

The man did not hear the thousands of spears lacerating the men, but he certainly knew that it was happening. His own bones could feel the effect. If he had cast Tsuriboshi alone, perhaps they would've had an easier time dealing with him, but Tsuriboshi was supplementary in this case, and would've caught the tile, too, given the way that it was cast and how it had been slightly modified. Like a spider stalking its victims, Ensō had carefully planned every single step of this battle down to its ending, which had taken their lives due to their own mistakes. Surely, a spell of this caliber wouldn't go unnoticed. Thankfully, the man had lifted his Reiatsu from the barracks quite some time ago, and he didn't terrorize those within the barracks, they had sweet dreams while terror befell the three who were the main target of this sudden attack. His Reiatsu had been buried with the coffin, engulfed entirely; the remnants had been taken care of quite easily. His regular "meek" appearance had surfaced once more, and his persona seemed to change, despite the fact that his crimson gaze was overjoyed. It, too, lost its radiance as the man's face changed, his palms coming to his face as he shed tears for the young men beneath him, crying out with tremendous and palpable emotional pain.
"Why did you attack me, young ones!? This wasn't how this was supposed to be, why!? Why!?"
Tears ebbed down his face, seeping through his palms as cried. At this moment, despite his actions, he truly "believed" that a different scenario had occurred. At least, that's what an onlooker would now perceive. Those within the Division itself hadn't been aware of the entire situation given the former emission of the man's unique Reiatsu. Should they come out, they'd find the man in the air, in tears as the situation screamed that he had lost control and reacted to the three men that were now bloodstains. Surely, the clown was up to something with this act.

 

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Central Seireitei———————————— traveling to ———————————— Northeast Seireitei
Black clouds rolling into the immediate area of the Seventh’s Barracks. The sky would soon be consumed with dark, both in the upper atmosphere and soon following the lower, as thick ash-like fog would roll into the open area of the Division, consuming an and everything in dreary dark. Concealing the Smoking Ghost within the fog, undetectable unless his presence was made aware to you. It would seem as if bad weather and eerie circumstances would befall the division, as well as the sinister presence that has lingered around the quadrant for far too long. It wasn’t anything he had recognized, but he felt safe so long as he safely output his own reiryoku around himself and the reaching areas surrounding his body. The smoke itself would cloak his every energy signature. He walked upon his arrival, he knew that once his prey was within the smoke they would be fighting on his terms. His body relaxed, but ready for sudden movement, each step he took he could feel the vibrations of battle. Growing deeper and longer as he prowled in, this was no accident. He felt the reiatsu growing….smaller? No. Redistributed.
He felt the violence that took place around the division, but it wasn’t the kind of reiatsu one would find in a training session, no. The air around his reiryoku was filled with murderous intent. He soon stopped after, but the spiritual pressure soon silenced itself and condensed into something far more sinister. Leaping to the highest wall near the courtyard, He saw the unthinkable. A large balck rectangular box wreathed in spiritual energy. Only two times has Shusuke seen this technique and there was no mistaking it. Using his shunpo, his fleeted foot allowed him to rapidly appear atop the northern courtyard wall, and getting near it made it no more of a pipedream. A Level Ninety Kido was just loosed off in the Seireitei. His eyes did not widen, nor his lips did not pout. His face remained still and looked on as the Hado unfolded itself. He could not see the potential caster, nor the victim of course. He truly hoped it was a misfire, as well as a complete miss. Otherwise, The Central Forty-Six may have another Shinigami to judge fairly shortly.
His arrival to the scene happened just as the coffin finished forming itself. The gravity alone was insurmountable, the size of the kido alone dwarfed the neighboring buildings, He looked down at the base to see if he could find the culprit further but still to no avail. The spears would form at the very top, it started with four, then came eight and finally twelve. The grim black blades of execution seared into the black cage, the very sight made Shusuke give the ever so slightest wince. Hundreds of years he has been on the job and he has seen very creative ends, this is definitely the most brazen..The event would seemingly go on for long moments but it passed by in seconds. Grueling death has a way of dragging itself out to increase the level of pain inflicted. The coffin soon would subside, disassembling itself and vanishing as if it wasn’t called for an execution upon a poor soul. But when the dust cleared, the worst he could have seen. It wasn’t only a direct blast, but it mutilated three Shinigami in the process. Multiple black pillars impaling the body one, by one….is quite the death for any soul.
”...’sighs’...Ahhhh…..Shiiiittt…..”
He scratched the back of his head and couldn’t take his eyes away from the scene before him. His gaze would soon see another Shinigami, alive and untouched, looming above the fallen Shinigami with ever so soft nurture. A strangely graphic scene, blood staining the floors of the Seventh’s barracks, the ground torn up from the previous weight of the powerful Hado used. He however soon recognized this other shinigami, an old friend of his. How eerie. His purple hair matched the once Kiyoshi boy’s eyes and it soon became unmistakable, His globes slightly widening, the gravity of the situation had increased for not only the dead but for the two men who must now come face to face. Throughout the midst of this all, he managed to uphold the black ash fog concealing his presence. But once he caught the sight of the sight below after the dust had settled, there would no longer be a need. He ceased his reiatsu fog but it would still take its time to slowly fade, he still wore it like armor, but would soon shed it, appearing directly behind the Professor from the Third Division.
Although his mannerisms were quite crude and very unorthodox for a member of one of the more honorable divisions, he still carried himself well enough to command a certain level of respect from those he met. Meeting this man long ago, it wasn’t his reputation as an adjudicator that garnered the others respect, it was his aloofness and troubled past that allowed him to have a keen devotion to the work he performs. He found a middle ground and has enjoyed many drinks with one another in the past. ”But why are you here...?” he thought. He would need answers, he intended on acquiring them. He studied his friend's body, slight shivers, he wasn’t so far in hysterics yet but he was near the point of wailing. He’s never known him to be fragile, but soft spoken and kind he knew him to be.
”Strange times have a way to bring people together in strange situations...Did you know them?”
He cooly broke the ice to him trying to snap him out of his gaze. However, he found it far from coincidence that he was here and at the base of where a forbidden Kido was fired off. However, they both have been Shinigami long enough to know what happens to subordinates who defy such laws. He hoped he wouldn’t have to remind him. He kept a distance so as not to frighten him out of place. So far he was the first person of authority to arrive to the scene, imagining he wouldn’t be shortly, he needed to find some answers to some very grim questions. Time or place be damned. Enso Aikawa was the only man alive in this area after the coffin cleared, killing others in the process. The truth will eventually be unearthed.