[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Rukongai

[Shinigami]

Hiroka observed as his fury laid waste to the battlefield. Their masses bringing fire to trees, the sky darkening from the climbing smoke, and the very muck beneath their feet beginning to boil. The air had become tainted by the carbon clouds and the sulfuric smell of the escaping gasses beneath the marsh's moist soil. His body vanished from where he stood and resurfaced several meters above his former location. He took in the battlefield from a greater height, finding an odd satisfaction in that it was now coated in the result of his previous actions. Even the space behind him had met with his Shikai's release. A fitting backdrop for the half-blinded Shinigami. The sparks and exhaust expanding the range of influence of Hiroka at an accelerated rate. While he gathered information on the other's abilities, he remained at a distance that allowed him to deal with any advancement from Namakizu, that is assuming of course that it even could span as far as he was.
Despite the distance, the Fourth Seat maintained view upon the others, even if it meant discretely shifting the rising smoke. Each of them dealt with his wide spread bombing in their own way, which was to be expected. It wouldn't be an entertaining clash if they were felled by something that wasn't even meant for a swift resolution to the battle. He wanted to savor every moment of this. That wasn't to say he was confident in his victory, but regardless of the outcome, this was his chance to be within his truest state.
The Burst Prince saw his Academy-Mate weave her way between the two-pronged assault from the Captain and his own proclamation of their intent. He expected no less of his light-footed friend. Afterall, there was a reason that she climbed in rank over the years and now possessed one of the most coveted accolades among the Gotei 13. As for the other individual that held the same title, she made no retort to what had transpired. It was likely she'd be aware of the heat that caressed her Zanpakuto, but did not take action against it. Had she considered what it could mean? Did she even find a threat in what could be transpiring? Hiroka's index and middle finger upon his right hand flicked away from the others for just one instant. In that action the airborne embers of the raging inferno remained along the level of the trees rather than ascending and dispersing into the space above them.​

Quote:"Roka. Do you think it's time??"​

He readied his body to close the gap he had made between himself in the other combatants, all while making a response to the inquiry that his companion made.
"It'll come. I intend to correct any misconceptions. This is our chance to hold nothing back."
That being said, a booming roar halted his the advancement he was about to make.

Quote:"WHAT IN THE HELL DO YA THINK’ YER’ DOIN?!”​

The completely unknown combatant had made a fruitless effort to ward off the battle-scared Captain's attack. Rather than prioritizing reading the threat properly, he left himself open while he relied heavily on the gales created from his Zanpakuto's release. Such a level of protection may had proved effective against an average-level combatant but this... this was not the place for such a careless defense. That very reaction sparked annoyance within Omoni, prompting her focus to turn to him. She quickly detained the white-haired male and seemed to be attempting to have a verbal exchange with him.
Hiroka raised a brow to what would follow but he quickly gained an answer. His Captain had not made the decision to dispatch of the Hitsugaya but instead favored the idea of throwing him away from her presence. He clenched both of his fists and pressed together his teeth in annoyance to her decision.
"TAKE CARE OF YOUR OWN MESS!"
The Burst Prince projected his voice in the direction of his superior. If it was not for the man barreling his way he'd have likely flown right towards her. For now, Shinotori would have to be the target of his aggression. Hiroka reached behind him with his left hand, spreading each finger a distance from each other. The flames that filled the space nearest to him began to curve towards his direction. Strands of fire rushed towards their master, dancing along the wind and weaving in and out from one another. When close enough, he swung his arm forward in the direction of the airborne Hitsugaya. Onward the streams flew on their course to their mark, matching the speed at which he was flung. It took no time at all for them to coat the space around the Second Division member. Gaining a brilliant light, the scaling properties of Ikarihime were called on by her wielder. That property which had already acquired multiple levels of potency from his initial strike upon the combat zone. Hiroka was not aiming to simply disable or displace the other as Omoni had done. He wanted to absolutely eliminate the chance for anyone to impede his goals within these trials. Under a normal circumstance he'd not seek out the elimination of one of his own, but this was not an ordinary occurrence. This was by all means... A death match.
The prospect of reaching an early grave was the easiest concept to shred all consideration for his opposition. Be that of his own life or that of a comrade. Between the force brought upon by Captain Hageshi's toss and the cage of flame that now prevented a clear path out these forces... The other male would not find any give in this combination. Conventional escape was entirely out of the question. Bringing his hand to a close the air around and within the fiery sphere erupted into a massive explosion. It's burst threw the sound and light of its creation for miles. The very ground below shook under its sway as the concussive force laid even more waste to the marsh. Without a well-constructed retort, the thermal discharge would ensure a conclusive end to Shinotori's participation in these Games. The blast rendering any trace of the white-haired opponent from where he had been. No blood, no bone, no ash.
Hiroka lowered his tightly shut fist while drawing in remnants of the explosion to it. They breached through the bindings along his appendage and remained just beneath them. The sweat that had leaked from said limb evaporated quickly, causing the vaporized fluid to flow out from between the wrappings. He locked his sight on the heap of carbon with an expression that held absolutely no remorse. Even if there was a part of him that desired to hold himself back from his darkest tendencies, he'd not allow it to cloud his judgement until the matches were settled. A held punch could mean a knife in his own back. What would he gain from showing any doubt? That would mean nothing but showing weakness. Something unbecoming of one who seeks the title of Kenpachi.

 

[Shinigami]

“Shinotori Hitsugaya has seemingly tried a diversion technique against Captain Hageshi’s zanpakuto!”
Leaning backward, Yasu avoids a sailing tendril that rushes over her body and causes the fabric of her clothes to ripple from the sheer force of the wind alone. As it passes, she easily rights herself back up into a standing position to face the spectacle as the fourth opponent had made his move, taking the path up into the air to join Hiroka Ikari and she tilted her head in confusion. Even with her eyes on the white-haired entity, Yasu had yet to cease her movement and her gooey tendrils encircled her fists and up to her biceps, her right hand gripping the handle of her zanpakuto rather loosely. She practically skated across the surface of the marsh that adjusted to suit her every move as she finally reached the center of the fiasco.
Omoni’s cerulean orbs locked onto her did nothing to deter the Ninth Division captain from performing for the viewers. At several points, her own amethyst eyes met with Omoni’s, two predatorial gazes locked onto one another, on constant edge because both captains knew not to underestimate one another in the slightest, something that these two other competitors may do. And it seemed as though Shinotori’s actions had warranted such a vicious reaction from the ravager that Omoni was.

“WHAT IN THE HELL DO YA THINK’ YER’ DOIN?!”
“It doesn’t seem like Omoni took too well to Hitsugaya’s assault. Talk about dis-a-poooooint-iiiing!~”
Yasu’s teasing tone was rather cruel, but more or less, she was also here to put on a show. Seeing as the tendril snatch him out of the air and wrap around him was difficult to watch on the screen to few, thinking that the gargantuan woman would end him then and there, but her gracious nature sends him flying towards Hiroka in a quick flick. Yet she does not part until she manages to lay into him wisdom that befalls a woman of her nature. Centuries in the Soul Society is one of many souls that serve the Gotei Thirteen, the scars that brand her skin is worn as reminders of the battles she's partaken in. Since her induction into the Second Division, Yasu has made multiple visits to the Fourth Division, crossing paths with the then Lieutenant Hageshi. Once she'd reached the rank of lieutenant herself, their conventional meetings grew to happen more often and the two developed a mutual respect for one another.
"TAKE CARE OF YOUR OWN MESS!"

“Uwa~a.”
The bellow that escaped Hiroka caused Yasu to sweat, mostly out of embarrassment, expressing her reaction in the most deadpan tone in lieu of the fourth seat's expressive distaste. The Eleventh Division surely was strange. He barreled towards the flying target in haste, but if she didn't know any better, Hiroka would have surely bee-lined right towards his superior for doing such a thing. She held back her laughter at just how childish he really was when it came to things like this, but it was what made them such good friends after all this time... But he was not her problem. No, the problem barreling towards her was this battle-crazed healer, and Yasu could feel the muscles in her body begin to tense.

An ominous red shroud encompasses the captain's body, masked by the explosive rounds that littered the sky, and her eyes seem to glow brightly the more she was forced to move and evade the giant tendrils that dwarfed her stature by the hundreds. Even with all of these rushing obstacles, the Ninth Division captain moves without hesitation and in fluid, simple movements. Yasu's eventual mastery of shunpo has exceeded most expectations, her figure disappearing and reappearing across the board meters away from her last place as she locked her path to the center of the Omoni's zanpakuto maze. With every crash and step of her tendrils racing to make some form of contact, the more the marsh spread across its surface, seemingly crawling its way up further and further its length with each generous impact that pounded away just to get a taste of the pink-haired brat. Although focused, Yasu feels the hunger that oozes from the Eleventh Division captain as her sight is set on her target.
“So it's me you choose.”
Omoni had made her intentions clear that all of her sights were set on Yasu. Perhaps the biggest threat to the gargantuan woman, it was only right that she would rid herself of the problem right at the start. Unfortunately for her, the earlier fiasco had allowed Yasu all the time for preparation and execution. Even so, coming to meet her at face level was rather gracious. After all, it saved Yasu the time from going to her. From behind, Yasu could feel the impending doom that wanted to thwart her blind spots, and with this beast coming from the front, it seemed as though Yasu was stuck in between a rock and a hard place, yet she wavers not. Her image is haunting as the reddening glow seems to pulse, rising from her in steamy whisps and only becoming thicker and translucent. With her tsuka in hand, the outpour of the viscous black liquid has yet to cease.
“Found ya!”

"Hayai.”
Omoni's natural speed would catch anyone off guard, however, speed like this was something that Yasu was accustomed to, something that she had too, or else it would be the end of her; this time would be no different. With Yasu's level of sensory, pinpointing Omoni from Point A to Point B was nothing difficult, even at these breakneck speeds, and to parry her nonetheless. Yasu faces Hageshi's wrath head-on, the captain's fist sailing right towards her skull only to feel the supple flesh of Yasu's left hand, stained with slick grimes of both the marsh and zanpakuto that snaked and soaked itself in the fabric of her shikakusho sleeves and began traveling up to transfer itself onto her assaulter's body. She makes no effort to grab or stop the beast in her warpath, instead, simply diverting the motion of her pathing around her original target.
In tandem, her body turns and guides Omoni into her own weapon that threatens to flatten the pink-haired captain, effectively using the giantess' momentum against her and there was a good guarantee that Omoni wouldn't want her own vicious weapon ramming into her and crushing her into a pulp. With Omoni moving continuously forward, Yasu uses that same driving force the monster had wished to unleash onto her and digs her right hand dead into the center of Omoni's chest and back in two rapid successive impacts that would break any lesser shinigami's upper skeletal structure into pieces, or simply nothing. While Omoni was a rather dexterous opponent, perhaps she would survive with only bruises, but not even she would be able to forego the effects of Hakusui.
Had Omoni made any attempt to differ to a counterattack, she'd find herself stuck in place, since making contact with Yasu's palm, but had she made contact with any other part of Yasu's body at any point, she'd find herself in the same unfortunate position due to the wispy red shroud that surrounded Yasu, something that could easily be mistaken for a show of reiatsu. Training with the Kido Master known as Tenzen Oda for well over a century has made Yasu far more capable in this shinigami art than what she could have ever gotten on her own. While nowhere near the level of the renowned Buddhist, Yasu's skill in spell-casting can be activated without the pleasantries and incantations; while foregoing these may result in a weaker casted spell, as a specialist, Yasu could make even the lower-ranked kido powerful enough to deter her opponents with a wave of her hand or even less than that, especially when it came to bakudo.
Yasu made no effort to spare her punches, even for the sake of her fellow captain. Everyone that would be participating in these Games knew of the risks that would happen, even to the other Captains. As if to solidify that statement, in all points of contact, the slick tendrils of Yasu's own zanpakuto would spread to encase the barbaric healer, further adding to her imprisonment, sharp, black spikes protruding from pressure points in both arms, chest, and neck, haunting any form of movement in her upper body. She wanted the woman out of commission, but dead? Perhaps it was this mercy that would end in her defeat. Yet even Yasu knew the dangers if things were to prolong into a heated battle with individuals such as them. Having come down from her perch would seemingly bring the Titaness to her knees. Much like how Omoni may view Yasu as the biggest threat, Yasu views her fellow shinigami just the same, pulling out an array of assault and contingencies against Omoni. Although not surefire and unable to predict whether or not Omoni would have anything else up her sleeve to continue her aggressive assault. There was something left, something deep in the back of her mind, and she had no reason to use it as of yet.

 

[Shinigami]

Silver hair turned black, standard shinigami robes dissolved and a short cry was all that was left of Shinotori Hitsugaya. Explosion after explosion removed the careless competitor from play and existence instantaneously. In short, the second division member was incinerated by Hiroka’s weaponized fury. He was angry and it was because his Captain whom he was not yet accustomed to, had tossed him her trash. Good. He needed to get mad, he needed to forge forward. Perhaps it had been the thought that she might distract him by sending Shinotori to his fiery death at his own hands so that she would be able to focus on the other captain coming for her. Regardless, it was a consequence of her unpredictable antics that she did not devote energy to worry about. In fact, she’d already forgotten that it had happened.

"TAKE CARE OF YOUR OWN MESS!"
If he wanted her to apologize for littering then he was going to have to get much closer than he was and louder. Though what he would see next may have given her shinigami pause before he made his next move.

"Hayai.”
The imposing form of Hageshi emerged from the blaze. At the very last moment when Yugure’s right hand and Omoni’s chest were destined to meet, Both Omoni and her Zanpakuto became engulfed in a brilliant light fully capable of blinding it’s spectators. That vivid luminosity, courtesy of the elated flexing of Omoni’s reiatsu, scorched forth and broke every barrier set against it. Although the heat of Hageshi’s fire was not known to be so severe that it reduced things to ash, the muck of the manipulated swamp melted away as easily as when butter touched a searing skillet. It fell from Namakizu and Hageshi like a black rain stripped of its ability to stick. At once, the marsh that desired to keep the gargantuan weapon immobile was unable to deter it’s rampaging and with it, Hageshi’s intrusive advance.
“ GOTCHA! ”
What had made this possible? A question arose among many as to how it could be that the ninth division captain’s own weapon and even the atmosphere of the battlefield failed her. Fire could not char soul steel. Against muddy water which was it’s bane, they should have been extinguished and yet It was as if the flames themselves defied their own nature. In a way, this was exactly what had happened. One of her cigars that she’d been enjoying before the commencement of the tournament had afforded her a much higher sensory ability but the other…the second cigar had altered the properties of her reiatsu. Instead of aesthetically pleasing blue flares that gave of significant heat whenever she unleashed her bountiful power, these flames were virulent.

They were acidic, corrosive and wasted away all in it’s path. Erosive to both non-organic and organic matter, they were also ruinous to foreign reiatsu. Had one been aware of this then it would have been no surprise when Captain Yugure’s weaker casted paralytic spell vanished in the face of their inferno. Additionally, the unlucky limb currently injunction with Omoni’s would find it’s devastating momentum at a loss and with it, its flesh, muscle and bone. All portion of the eccentric announcer’s left arm had been swallowed up to it’s elbow completely devoured by the corrosive reiatsu. An overall adjustment intended for Hageshi’s velocity was displaced by a single untethered tendril drilling itself into Yugure’s hipline like a wrecking ball. The club’s cataclysmic might was unquestionable this much was certain and taking one of it’s enormous spikes as a direct and close range hit no doubt obliterated any semblance of body in its path. The damage done to her skeletal structure, muscular system and even her organs was catastrophic to say the very least. It would have been a miracle that she remained in one piece had it not been for the same extension wrapping itself around it’s target without hesitation with such speed and force that the ninth’s captain would find her top half separated from her bottom. As if a giant had picked up something smaller than it and crushed it with an effortless squeeze of it’s fist. The distance between them as well as Yasu’s confident attack rendered escape highly unlikely.
SNAP
Killing Yugure wasn’t one of Omoni’s goals. In fact, if she could she was going to avoid having to kill anyone for the remainder of the competition. So, such a cold and unfeeling move knowing what it would result in would have been unfavorable if that were the case. Had Yasu’s opponent not been one of the most incredible healers in the Seireitei then she would find herself without life or limb. Her downfall had been that she had gotten far too close to a bigger monster infamous for having tales told of her mythical confrontations. Stories recited by those who witnessed Hageshi burning through her enemies by the thousands looking as if she barely laid a hand on a single one. Yasu was at the mercy of a beast that had become comfortable with playing with it’s food knowing full well that once Yugure’s surrender had been given that she would undo that devastation she had done with a snap of her fingers.

“ What’s it gonna be, su!? Ya’ Give up yet?! ”
Namakizu came to a stop and the tentacle coiled around Yasu’s form increasing the amount of agony the Captain suffered. It stretched half a yard away from Omoni giving the massive matron time to take out another cigar that had been nestled away in her bandaged bosom. It lit itself and she began to puff away whilst turning a wild-eyed look Yasu’s way. By all accounts, recovering from this was not probable. That woman's power was increasing and who knew what sort of advantages her new cigar would give her, not to mention, the cancerous flames she'd birthed were ready to persist. The ground shook and with every passing second her lust for the fight ahead was growing and with it, he strength of her Reiryoku. It was inadvertently because of how excited Hageshi was getting at the moment. Omoni spoke of wanting Yasu to throw in the towel but truly, she hoped that she would refuse. An insatiable appetite for a fight had trained Omoni to the point that she knew somehow that Yasu had more in her and refused to entertain anything less than her all. Absent in most aspects of life, Omoni was not privy to the intimate details of the presence of the hellion slumbering within the recesses of Yugure’s mind. She simply wasn’t around enough to talk about it but upon the darker acquaintance ever being mentioned she always said that she wanted to tangle with it. However, did she end the fight earlier than she had meant to? Would Yasu decide to step away to fight another day over revealing an alarming and unattractive side of her to the leering public? After all, what would it do to her image? With all of the injury that Omoni had done in her passion, was Captain Yugure even capable of making that choice? It wouldn’t have been the first time that Hageshi cut a fight short because she did not consider her own strength. Even so, she would give her comrade the opportunity to bow out if that was something she wanted. Or if she had her way… just the opposite. Was she holding out hope that what she had done would coax that shadow to the surface?

 

[Shinigami]

Unfortunate. The only word that could describe the removal of Shinotori Hitsugaya from the tournament. That word encompasses the last breath he took, as well as the choices that had been made. The man knowingly entered a fight with the consequence and likelihood of an untimely end, but still seemed completely unprepared to clash with monsters. The potential mercy shown by Captain Hageshi's decision to not incapacitate him was short lived. She had instead driven the Second Division member directly into the jaws of a ravenous beast. The displacement he had been subjected to came with a response from Hiroka to create a cage of flames that would become Shinotori's coffin. The amber light of the fiery orb resembled that of a small star before bursting into an explosion that left no trace of the white-haired combatant. All that would remain is a name, one that carried no weight in the Fourth Seat of the Eleventh.
As if bringing in a deep breath, the smoke and lingering embers of his strike returned to him, slipping beneath the bandages on his arm. They hugged close to his skin and built up further beneath the gray wrappings. He had taken care of one, and now it was time to secure his spot on top of his bracket. This meant crossing direct paths between two people who were seen as deserving of the title of Captain. One bearing also the title of his superior, the other that of friend.
A friend.
An obstacle.
A mentality that he had to wear for his goals to be reached.
Hiroka buried any emotion outside of his rage in shadow, obscuring the concept of a connection. Whether it be incapacitation or death, those two clad in white must be presented with nothing but his best. He could feel the warmth of the dancing flames that still consumed the tree line behind him. The Burst Prince placed one foot in front of the other and leaned his body just a bit. Hiroka cracked his neck in anticipation of the fight of his life. That motion brought with it the complete extinguishing of the blaze behind him in an instant. The flames became smoke, smoke that dispersed into only the heat it housed, and that heat blitzed Hiroka to become a part of its master's body. An orange radiance seizes his figure, encompassing his very being in a thermal presence unlike anything he has thrown out now or in the past. His clothing, which had been constructed specifically to withstand his Shikai, had begun to buckle under its influence. The tips of his shihakusho started to smoke as they struggled to keep their integrity.

Just as quickly as the detonations he could release with his Zanpakuto he was off, stampeding directly towards the combating Captains. He reached into his right breast pocket and extracted two small spheres, the Tsuki no Kyū (月の球, Moon Spheres). Hiroka had transferred enough heat into these weighted orbs to cause them to also bear an amber glow. He flicked one of them towards his other hand, now holding one in each hand. These tools he had forged as a versatile method of using his power more precisely, but in what way could something so small even compare to the battle ahead? After all, they appeared to just be metallic marbles.

As he grew nearer, the lingering sparks that fluttered on the wind from the scattered flames circled the pair. Their light dispersed for just a moment as they gathered into a series of thermal pockets that continued their orbit. A subtle event that would be eclipsed by the azure emissions flowing from the Eleventh's Captain. Yugure and Hageshi had chosen a more direct approach to incapacitate the other, one more precise, the other savage.It was evident that none of those present were above absolutely decimating the competition. Whether the others would go so far as to kill one another was yet to be seen by anyone other than Hiroka.
The groupings of heat began to scale in temperature as they collected more of the lingering sparks. Building up to a sudden...

BOOM CRASH BOOM BOOM CRASH BOOM
A flurry of small explosions ruptured around the two leaders, not with enough mass to cause any direct harm, but instead sporting something else. They were instead structured like flashbangs, emitting light and sound, easily capable of disabling two of their senses in an instant. Each blast strobes them one after another from all around them with the visual intensity of a star and the thunderous booming of detonations within close proximity to their ears. Both Yasu and Omoni would have their vision stripped from them with a threat of further blinding and a lasting hindrance if they tried to keep their eyes open. Meanwhile, their eardrums would be damaged more and more with each burst, culminating until they'd fissure from the repetitious resonance.
Hametsu (破滅, Ruination)
The disorienting blasts left a veil of grey smoke around them, yet another layer of sensory disruption. Though the masses would be banished by the sudden intrusion of dual projectiles. Their pacing left them entirely unseen as they were not only propelled by the initial force of Hiroka, but also a continuous chain of explosions that sped them up with each crash. Each Captain would have one of them launched upon them. The one primed for Omoni punctured her lower abdomen with ease, carrying not only its force, but an unearthly heat that vastly surpassed that of Hageshi's soaring spiritual energy. The other, aimed for Yasu, met with her a bit lower, puncturing her hip. As they seared their way through the other combatants, they too would be met with the explosive quality of Ikarihime's power. The surrounding area of impact for both of them is blown apart, the molten shrapnel of each sphere driving further into the portions of them unaffected directly by the bursts. This action sent blood, offal, and bone scattering outward across the surrounding battlefield.
Hiroka remained airborne while these shots made their mark, grasping his weapon in his hand, looking down upon the haori-clad women. The remainder of the swamp's blaze dispersed and built upon Hageshi's zanpakuto, hugging its figure with a constantly increasing warmth. In the instance that they somehow remained standing after such critical damage had been dealt, he had a few more tricks to choose from. For now, he was to observe the ruin that had been wrought.

 

[Tatsu]

Of the four-man cell, three competitors were left, and all three were bloodthirsty, especially the two shinigami who donned the white haori. A symbol of strength and leadership, these two powerhouses faced off in a blinding motion, both opponents aimed to incapacitate the other with strengths unbound. Yet it seems as though the Ninth Division had ultimately fallen for the vicious tactic handed out by the Titaness. Rather than run, Yasu had decided to face the beast head-on to save both energy and time. Knowledge of Omoni’s vast infatuation with fighting had ultimately pushed Yasu into a corner with few courses of action to handle her as swiftly as possible.

Though it seemed as Omoni had thought of the same thing.

Blue, bright, hot, and flashing, Omoni and her zanpakuto had become engulfed in her vibrant hues of fluttering blue reiatsu, and with as close as she was, Yasu was caught in the dead center of her release. If not for her bodily’s extreme dexterity with strenuous training that pushed her to her limits with each training session, her past self would have never escaped this with less than mutilated skin, even if Omoni weren’t putting her all into it.

“GOTCHA!”
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Omoni exclaimed with a roar that would rattle the hearts of the viewers, all of which whom are thankful that they were not a part of the games at this moment in time. The giantess was confident in having ensnared the young brat, incapacitating any form of Yasu’s viscous Shikai from residing on both her and her zanpakuto. Even the area beneath their feet had parted way from the intensity of her reiatsu that continued to pour from her body to keep it that way. Yet it was only surface-level damage; compared to the tyrannical pressures of both Captain-Commanders she’d experienced firsthand, the pressure exhumed by the Eleventh Division was something that she could face with confidence to continue her performance. The searing heat had surely made the brat rather uncomfortable, especially with as close as she was to the source…

Yet it seemed in addition to the gargantuan woman’s melting pot, she seemingly had something else in the air. While knowledgeable of the capabilities that Omoni’s cigars could produce, something such as shifting her reiatsu properties to cause the corrosion of flesh, muscle, and bone after coming into contact with these vibrant blue flames would be something that counters the recorded skills and abilities that are accounted for. While the release of Omoni’s spiritual pressure could bring those incapable of withstanding that pressure to their knees, the only other recorded notes the Ninth Division possessed was that the former lieutenant’s reiatsu could rejuvenate her allies within a given area.

To have such a drastic change in properties in her execution was something that no shinigami was capable of; to do so with a piece of equipment was no less unheard of. At most, Yasu’s exposed skin would ultimately suffer searing burns that would scald her flesh, her left had been the first and the longest part of her body to have kept in contact with Omoni. With all this time with contact, Yasu had very little to lose, even if her left arm were to go again, she’d just pester Yuna to replace it once more.

The crowd watches on with fear and anticipation, peeking through the windows of their fingers and they hide their faces after the grueling fall of Shinotori Hitsugaya, courtesy of Hiroka's handiwork. Unfortunately, Yasu's commentary would have to wait as she faced off against Omoni, and another had decided to join the party. Seems like he got lonely playing by himself.

Even while captivated by her fellow captain, Yasu's senses hadn't strayed, even while staring a fellow reaper in lieu of what could have been her demise. There was still an entity left that proved to be just as much of a threat. Opposite of the two captains, Hiroka had stayed within the air, and after dealing with the extra baggage, he'd decided to race right towards the two, heat radiating off of him that was further accented by the blaring orange hue that outlined his figure. He watched and he waited for his moment to strike, choosing to move during the violent release of Omoni's staggering reiatsu and everything in between. The sound of the explosions rattled the air around the two captains, and even if hindering both sight and sound to the stated extent, Yasu's sensory skills were sound and skilled enough to pinpoint those around her by each reiatsu.

A nuisance: that was what he was being with his repetitive explosives, and to further add onto his assault, personal projectiles raced right towards the two captains, propelled further and further down with each calculated explosion. Yasu had the chance to use Omoni's body to have taken both marbled projectiles but to break from her initial pathing just to it immediately dodge it would result in something other than the results she desired. The amount of heat each of these spaces had exuded was more than easy for her to keep her head on straight without panicking or deferring from the plan, but goddamn was it annoying. To strike down others in the midst of a battle, Hiroka had made it clear that he was one to do absolutely anything to gain the upper hand.

Knowing well of just how confident Omoni would continue to face her head-on, the dissipation of her bakudo would prove to be no deterrence to either combatant. Her rapid and concise movements and usage of Midare had ultimately played into her favor. And while Omoni may have directed for another tendril to pierce and ensnare the young captain, Yasu would follow through with what she had planned, having used Omoni’s momentum against her to drive her first into her chest, and with her swift movement would further drive a hit into the center of her back to complete Senka.

Rather than her supple flesh, the tendril and marble would both tear right through her white haori in her body’s stead as she had moved in tandem with Omoni's intended redirection. A skill she polished under the dutiful eye of Kyomu Mukuro and even more after the defeat served by Yu Nakamoto during her captaincy exam, Yasu's execution of Utsusemi was impeccable, to say the least. A healer she may be, but after having her pressure points sealed from Senka, performing anything that required spiritual prowess would be incapable of happening if she managed to fight her fleeting consciousness that followed suit, along with the impending explosions. While Yasu would not feel the direct implosion that Hiroka had desired, she was dealing with enough heat to drive her mad, especially with the number of layers she wore. Being in such proximity didn't fare too well for her either...
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“What the hell is up with Eleventh and fire? Bunch'a pyros, I'm telling ya!”

She exclaims under the plumes of smoke that obstructed her from Hiroka's view and likewise. Regardless, she chooses to make distance, furthering herself several meters away from Omoni should she somehow rise like the undead to continue her vicious assault. Yasu had very few choices left to make now that Hiroka had weaseled his way into the bout. To have been paired up with anyone from Eleventh was a problem. Fighting spirit surely existed, and it was something that kept them going even in the worst of situations. Time was not on her side, especially with the likes of these two being her opponents. She'd hoped that the Hitsugaya boy would've been a wildcard that could've at least exhausted her kouhai, but alas, he was now a corpse.

“Ban...”

While making distance, Yasu tore away at her burned and torn shihakusho sleeves and shed the weighted vest from her upper body to follow. The smoke stretched far enough to where she'd have been able to perform this uninterrupted as she comes to a stop, floating just above the murky surface of the marsh. With her tsuka in hand, the never-ending spout of sludge crawls upward to consume the handle and then her hand, venturing further and further up her body until it looks as if it were a second skin. Since stepping foot into this place, Yasu had made sure to have staked her claim on the ground so that she would be left alone to her own devices. Both Omoni and Hiroka had tried their hand in disabling her but neither succeeded in doing so. Omoni had come down to her, and it seemed as though Hiroka wouldn't dare attempt to follow in his superior's actions.

That was fine. She would meet him instead.

“...kai.”

Streams of violet rays exploded from her person at the sound of her zanpakuto's final release. It caused waves to form at her feet, splitting apart the trees and waters that had yet to be decimated from the others upon their arrival to this forsaken place. from the black sea sprouts these towering stalks with buds that bloom into these hauntingly beautiful lotuses that tear through the skies and surpass that of the trees. Along the surface of the marsh are smaller specimens lie those fully bloomed and those just budding. The latter waited in anticipation for the day they manage to join the other many towering stems. Hidden beneath the marsh are those who've been consumed prior, hands rising from its depths, and sometimes, even their upper body in a futile attempt to escape what is resting place.

The theatrics were more enough to act as a distraction as a dozen hands burst from the marsh, mimicking the steps of the lotus towers only to begin grabbing motions and racing towards Hiroka in a violent wave, one right after the other. If he managed to lose one, another would replace it immediately, giving the man no solace in staying within the air. He could've gone as far in the air as he wanted to, but eventually, and quickly, the artificial limbs would continue the pursuit right where they left off. Omoni would experience the same barrage of violence. With the strong possibility of her being unable to produce anything that required the use of spiritual powers, she still possessed her natural strength, befitting the title of one of the Seireitei's strongest.

One of...

This tournament was to determine the strongest. What else would these two have in store for her? Would they be capable of handling her when she still had a card up her sleeve? Although a brutal competition, Yasu still held restraint, if her hand were to be forced, there'd have been nothing else that she could do but comply. They'd have to find her first though.