[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Southwest Seireitei

[Shinigami]

Was he really this out of shape? Or was Sora simply so outclassed by Shusuke that he didn’t see the trap when it was set? No, of course he hadn’t seen the trap get set beneath all this thick smog, difficult to sense anything let alone see it coming, but that was no excuse. As his hands threw open the elastic Tsuriboshi, Sora had kept in mind the weight of spiritual power that he could already feel setting in, still taking several cuts from pieces of rock that the sudden combo from the aggressive duo had unleashed. In other circumstances dodging a few rocks, even big ones, would have been simple work, but Shusukes reiatsu would hinder this movement and Sora knew that. Putting in nearly all his physical effort to throw the Kido up as quickly as possible, wanting only to lessen the blow he knew he couldn’t dodge. That was until a white hot flash of searing pain pierced his chest. From behind? No, Sora instinctively looked towards the source of the pain and saw the last trails of pale lightning entering from the front, meaning.. Sora looked forward one last time to realize the lighting had pierced through his Kido in order to tag him, and the largest bits of the shrapnel were already colliding and beginning to tear through it.
He may have managed to slow the speed of the giant rocks that quickly found their way to make contact with Sora after they had ripped through the Tsuriboshi, but it certainly wouldn’t feel like it from Sora’s perspective. Feeling the pain in what seemed like slow motion as several ribs cracked, if not broke right on impact, only sending Sora hurling and rolling across the grounds and through the smoke until he himself slammed into the wall on the opposite side of the grounds. It had been awhile since Sora had been so clearly and quickly outdone, not since his time in the academy, only proving he still had much to learn. Now he lay on his side with his back against the wall he was forced into, cracks beginning to spiderweb themselves across the wall as his blood ran from his mouth and the few cuts and scrapes he had acquired on his impactful journey. Not just this, but despite already being in a thick heavy smoke, now his sight was struggling to stay focused, fading in and out with the new pounding in his head. Sora managed to find a modicum of strength enough to push himself upright, but barely even managing to hold his head and neck steady as he propped himself up sitting against the wall, he knew he was a bit too roughed up to continue, at least for now.
At this point, Sora felt more than a bit disappointed with how things played out, though it was always a pleasure to see Shusuke in action and learn something, this was just disappointing. Sora could only hope that the other two were faring better. Hideaki had been gone for so long and Sora knew not how much stronger or more skilled the guy had gotten, only that he gave a more seasoned and serious aura than what he remembered. Jatiri and Sora had only met recently and thus he knew little about Lieutenant Shuske’s subordinate, however the man had respect from Shusuke and seemed to work closely with him, so he had to have caught the attention of Shuske for some reason, and Sora didn’t feel comfortable doubting one’s skills when he had never witnessed them. Sora on the other hand, he had been caught off guard by the uninvited duo and paid the price, something he would almost certainly scold himself more than any other could, as though this could and would well be considered a learning experience to Sora, the flavor of the blood in his mouth seemed to taste more of failure than ever before.

 

[Shinigami]

Jatiri's step had been swift. It had kept Jatiri out of Shusuke's line of fire while Shusuke had taken his second step. How had it done that? By having at least been equal to his prior step. Jatiri's prior step had sufficed in having kept him away from Shusuke's bolt. Now, away from Shusuke, Jatiri had reason to believe Shusuke would pursue him. Jatiri was alert. Blindsiding him was out of the question. He continued to observe from the part of the courtyard under the influence of his Reiatsu. It had distributed a strong feeling of compression to those exposed to it. Their body would become more and more compressed by the second. Jatiri did not necessarily want that, but he did not want to be at a disadvantage either.
Disadvantages decided a fight. Although they were sometimes unavoidable, if one could avoid them, they should. At least, Jatiri thought so. To leave the courtyard bruised and battered as a result of them was off-putting to him. If he understood the situation there clearly, it was no longer about avoiding being shackled. It was a full-on spar now, and he had to adapt to the rapidly changing nature of it. He had to be vigilant, so did those still standing.
Sora didn't have to since he was no longer in the fight. Although he wasn't, he gave it his best. Who didn't respect that? Perhaps some didn't, but Jatiri did. Fighting was not easy. So those who did it anyway had his respect. He hoped to see Sora fit to fight again in the future. Perhaps they would have a chance to spar as well. Now, however, Jatiri's attention was on the current spar. A reminder to himself was that it was just a spar. So it was an opportunity to learn, to test oneself. Would he take advantage of the opportunity? Would he run off the first chance he got? Only time would tell. Only he knew what he would do. As a member of the Ninth, he knew what he would do. His dual Zanpakuto in his hands, he had no plans of sheathing them. They remained tight in his grip.
Perhaps he planned to use them. There were two different areas in the courtyard where he might. In one, there was Hiroka and Hideaki, whose fate was undetermined. In another, there was Shoumetsu and Shusuke. Although waiting and observing the battles in those areas might have been a better choice, Jatiri chose to step swiftly.
He knew what he would do.

 

[Shinigami]

The situation was dire, for both Hideaki and Sora. Hideaki exerted a lot of reiatsu to counter Lieutenant Shusuke’s own power, but to no avail. It wasn’t enough. The effects began to push Hideaki down to his knees, dropping suddenly from lack of breathing and dizziness. Slowly closing his eyes and slowly giving in, his upper body swaying back and forth before and finally falling forward, his face headed straight for the dirt. In his head, Hideaki had given up, telling himself to just sleep and avoid any unnecessary injuries. What the man failed to realize is that he was about to get struck by a bolt of reishi that had previously struck Sora and to add on the rest of the problem, getting slashed by Shoumetsu’s blade several times and taking on Hiroka’s slash and heavy fist head on. With all of those combined attacks, forget trying to minimize all the damage, it would mean certain death, yet he continued to fall.
‘’STOP!!......STAND UP! FIGHT!’’
This voice inside his head began shouting and growling. Now roaring within his mind, Hideaki’s eyes shut open, only to find himself deep within his world, his and Amakaze’s inner world. Amakaze looked down at the boy, because in his now red blood orbs, the wolf was only looking at a little boy. Not the man that was training in the woods for a hundred years, ‘’Tell me Hideaki.. Why do you not fight back?’’ The great wolf asked Hideaki, speaking directly to his mind, his tone almost annoyed but heavily filled with disappointment. Hideaki could say nothing, he was as disappointed in himself as Amakaze was of him. ‘’Hideaki, trust yourself, believe in me and we can show them who you truly are.’’ Pausing for a moment before the wolf continued, ‘’Release me, show them your full power. I will minimize all the damage, you only need one attack.’’
‘’Kiba o Muku…… Amakaze!’’
Hideaki had found his second wind, his new found determination to bare his fangs and show them that there was far more to the man who had disappeared 100 years ago. The man stood tall and took everything from all three of his attackers. However there was a massive change, Hideaki’s reiatsu was calm, focused, actually far more menacing and tremendously enhanced to much further heights. It condensed around him, protecting his body as it swirled around him fast and rapidly, expelling many of the attacks that were incoming, starting with Shusuke’s, the sudden drift of spiraling reiatsu shifted Shusuke’s Byakurai, making it miss slightly and partially grazing Hideaki’s left arm. Why did the direction shift? Simple, the primary target for that Byakurai was Sora, one target had already slowed the kido down. Next were Shoumetsu’s rapid slashes, a well known zanjutsu move where one releases a wave of attacks so fast, that their initial target was slashed to pieces. But here is the kicker, both the men from 11th division are aiming to simply beat down their opponents, Shoumetsu’s attacks were so shallow, that most of his attacks were parried by the protective reiatsu. Some of the man’s attacks managed to hit home, giving Hideaki a few cuts on his left and right arm.
So far, Amakaze was keeping his promise, he was protecting Hideaki from getting mortally wounded. Lastly, Hiroka, though Hideaki could not see most of anything that was happening, Hideaki’s senses had sharply risen. It seemed that Hideaki’s new found power, could allow him to see with just vibrations. Everyone around him now was releasing vibrations, even the slightest movement would put them on his radar. Hiroka’s vicious slash was met suddenly by a blade, but this blade was different, it was just hot invisible air and the moment the two parried, the blade itself released an explosion of condensed air with such powerful force that it would have blown Hiroka’s sword right out of his hand. So what did Hideaki say prior? Hideaki released his shikai. In doing so, the entire blade transforms into nothing but invisible air. An invisible sword that can’t be sensed or even measured.
Hideaki managed to deal with the incoming slash from Hiroka but could not deal with the punch. At least, not fully. In fact, Hideaki determined that was for the best, Hideaki knew this hakuda well. Judging by the movements and vibrations that were incoming, the way the fist felt, he decided to take the hit, in a sense. Hideaki simply lifted his left hand, moving right toward Hiroka’s fist, attempting to lessen the damage by taking the full brute force of the Ikkotsu. Hideaki’s entire left arm is blown back along with his body. Having been sent flying across the center of the field right toward the edge of the smoke. Crashing and rolling into the dirt. Hideaki growled out and almost snarled whilst cursing to deaf ears from his left arm having been shattered, spitting a bit of blood as well.
’Mother fucker… I will fucking murder these little shits!!’’
Hideaki had gone absolutely enraged, Amakaze’s feelings were mutual. Both shared the same sentiments, feelings of anger, but also both were in perfect unison. Mustering all the strength possible to stand, Hideaki’s legs almost buckled from all the shaking. His left arm was useless now. It wasn’t just broken, every bone and fingers had been shattered. But why take an Ikkotsu directly? Hideaki was sent back, quite further back. Now all three of them were in his range. Hideaki lifted the hilt of his zanpakutou, took up a firm stance, planting his right foot in front, whilst keeping his invisible blade pointed directly to the three men, Shoumetsu, Shusuke and Hiroka. The air around the specific point where Hideaki was had begun to condense into a single point. Gathering his entire Reiryoku at the edge of the invisible blade, it exploded in small places. This was the huge risk that he took, for this final attack, leaving himself exposed to Shusuke’s black fog once more. His vision blurring, his head heavy. But his determination was strong, ‘’Just a little more…’’ Hideaki kept repeating within his mind.
‘’IT’S READY! DO IT NOW!!’’
‘’Hauringu-fū no Tsume!’’ Hideaki released the strongest move he had, an explosion of spiritual pressure from the tip of his blade, a huge wide ranged blast of air capable of dealing devastating damage to all three of them and even beyond the origins of the 6th division. This blast would destroy walls and buildings along its wake. The blast itself was fast. What Hideaki hoped was that neither Jatiri nor Sora would get caught by the shockwaves that had just been released by Hideaki’s zanpakutou. With that final attack, Hideaki’s zanpakutou reverts back to it’s sealed state. Finally, he gave in to his injuries and let his eyes close, falling flat to his face. His right hand never let go of his Amakaze
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[Shinigami]

The Wrath Princess and Her Prince
Patience was not a strong suit for Hiroka, at least when it came to the start of a fight. Moments of inactivity only managed to grow his hunger. An avarice for battle was not the primary source of his actions but instead he reveled in the confirmation of his hard work. Years upon years trying to obtain a true mastery of his skillset. All for a personal mission to allow himself to be capable of protecting anyone within his ranks. A resolve born from past mistakes that gave birth to an unyielding rage, one that likely will only become quenched by the absolute affirmation. It would not end his practices but instead allow for his internal war to come to a close.
The audacity that was shown by the significantly smaller male was commendable, though it left a thought within the towering shinigami. Where it was something that he respected of an opponent, it only roused him into wanting to break his opposition even more indiscriminately. The Burst prince had felt the shift in the others power, likely signifying the activation of his zanpakuto's initial transformation. Yet his knowledge of what it did was absent, for he did not know this individual. That lack of knowledge did not deter his counter to the clash that was about to transpire. Hiroka's blade met with a force that was not a typical collision of two steel forged weapons, but something entirely different. The object instead felt as if it had been flowing, breathing even. The impact of his blade's descent came with a retort that attempted to stress the grasp the Eleventh swordsman had upon his own armament. Futile it was. To some this may have completely disarmed but for him, dealing with the stress of feedback. Decades upon decades of not only refining his physical prowess, but having to withstand the recoil of point-blank eruptions from his shikai left assaults such as this all too familiar.
A mix of all the forces and experiences acting upon the precisely aimed slash aided in the prevention of the attack's diffusion and the removal of Ikarihime from his grip. Instead the contact only brought the slowing of his rend's progression. The edge of his combative apparatus still began to find its way into the form of Hideaki's equipment, though making less distance. There was a possibility that this effort could follow through into harming male, it did not need to. An execution of the technique Ikkotsu came in the shadow of his hack, fully fueled with the intension to mercilessly remove the other from the battle. It would come with consequence if the other died in this bout, but birthing their complete subjugation laid within the realm of possibility. Hiroka's fist cleaved through the air acting as the incarnation of total obliteration. Its path was inconvenienced by an attempted interception by his opponent's hand, a sacrifice that'd be far greater than they had anticipated. The exchange did not derail the unforgiving blow, instead now having a new obstacle that would be happily broken down by the Fourth Seat. Deepening his stance, the thrust shredded through the incoming appendage, unraveling flesh and bone alike. Blood laced Hiroka's arm and travelled all the way to his face, not altering the unseen yet monstrous gaze he held.
The scene was visceral but completed hidden by Shusuke's influence. It was if Hideaki's arm was blown away inch by inch from an oncoming explosion, befitting of the adversary he faced. Eventually meeting with the shinigami's shoulder, the strike exhibited no less brutality.
CRUNCH!
Likely deafened by the smoke, this cracking of bone came as instead a sensation. For Hideaki, it meant the shattering and splintering of the bones within his shoulder after just losing his arm to what would feel like he had placed it within a meat grinder. And for Hiroka, it was a signal that resonated through him that his target had been met. The contact ended shortly after however as he had propelled the soldier several dozen meters across the battlefield and into the furthest wall in that direction. It was unlikely that he'd be able to even be able to bring himself to his feet after that blow, the concussive force may even render him unconscious, assuming the pain didn't beat it to it.
Returning to a neutral stance, his attention now needed to shift to the shrouded Lieutenant. This did not mean he was unprepared for sudden intervention, but instead that it likely did not matter. This was the most pressing matter at hand. A direct attack was still feasible but came with a level of uncertainty, especially without knowing the full extent of the ability at hand. Hiroka could feel the weight of not only the clouds around but of his own exert, leading him to release an annoyed sigh. If the situation kept on as is, it'd likely end outside of his own favor. His grasp tightened on the hilt of his zanpakuto, feeling the mirrored grasp of the spirit that dwelled within. A mutual understanding and sense of conviction.
A whisper escaped his lips, but a simple phrase signifying their unity. An action of both halves of his soul, a beckon to each other from deep within. A silver light consumed the shinigami's zanpakuto, warping its form into that of a hooked sword. It exhaled its torrid presence, priming itself for what was to come. This was a bout of lucidity, an awareness of what had to be done, yet fueled with the uncompromising malicious intent. He lowered the weapon to his hip, guiding his specially made binding cloth towards the hilt. Fueled by spiritual energy, they moved without physical action, replacing the grasp that was previously by Hiroka's hand. The blade now supported by the Tendoriru o Tanoshimu hung loosely within its embrace. Ikarihime's metallic glow lasted for all but a second more before fading. A newfound warmth overtook the wielder's body, clutching his every fiber with the sensation of a raw power that was primed for later use. The Fourth Seat crouched quickly, building strength within his new stance, releasing it with a remarkable force that sent the man high into the sky.

The soles of his footwear releasing a small but potent explosion, further aiding the male's ascension. He looked to the sky for a moment prior to aiming his glance to the ground below. Hiroka drew forth a vast quantity of his weapon's heat to his hands, bringing their shape into that of a clawed configuration. A single drawn breath came before a descending cluster of heat hugged space just above the Lieutenant's guise. A chain of erupting flames were birthed by the sweep of both limbs, originating from the hanging emissions. The blackened remnants of the aerial carpet bombing, coated the already existing smoke clouds with ones of his own making. The Fourth Seat's intent was to force those that dwelled within, out from the shroud by turning it into an uninhabitable space. The lingering dark blanket covered all that was deemed combative territory, carrying with it temperatures that could in a mere second ignite cloth, and a few more it would sear through flesh, making its way through it with the objective of erasing the prey. Staying within this thermal domain is just as much a death sentence as taking on the initial detonation head on. He knew full well that his comrade laid within the blazing billow, they'd expect no less of him to take such an action.
Hiroka kept himself within the sky above by maintaining his altitude with controlled blasts from his limbs. As he did this, narrow threads of smoke drew up from the incinerating mass. They sought out the metal vessel of the man's power, each strand quickly vanishing into it. He did not avert his gaze from that which laid below, prepared to strike whomever decided a vertical escape back to the ground with a calculated burst. With this he could force the Lieutenant out and subsequently blow him away should he show himself for even a moment. The removal of his cloaked nature too would come with the consequence of being subjected to Ikarihime's wrath. The grounds subjected to an inferno that sought to consume those within and the skies vigilantly observed by the fierce man of the Ikari name.

 

[Shinigami]

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Amidst all the chaos and turmoil of the cross division spar there is a single entity brave enough to float between it all. It seems to not have a single care for self preservation, or is it because the path it has charted will leave it unscathed? Regardless of the how or why this entity pushes onward, making its way to the Lieutenant of Ninth Division, Shusuke Kiyoshi. The entity flutters onward unperturbed by its surroundings.

This entity is a Hell Butterfly whose main mission is to deliver a message to the Lt of Ninth Division. It floats down and lands on his shoulder, transferring an important message to him from Fifth Division.

Quote:”Former member of the ninth Division, Jiroshizo Raikyu, is currently being held in our Special Confinement Gaol (特別拘禁牢, Tokubetsu Kōkinrō ; Viz "Special Detention Cell"). He was apprehended after crossing through the Senkaimon for vanishing almost one hundred years ago in the Human World. We can not currently contact your Captain so as Vice-Captain this message falls to you. As we await the return of our Captain the prisoner is to remain in our care until we are told otherwise. That is all.

The Hell Butterfly flaps its wings a few times and flutters off into the sky once more, it’s purpose and job complete.