[BSD-RP] The Valley of Screams

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Hiroka expected the relocation of the Captain after the release of the explosion, he didn’t bank on the attack even landing damage upon someone capable of a mastery of Kido. Though he wasn’t prepared for the implementation of a barrier while still preparing another. Despite this preparation, Tenzen closed the gap faster than he expected, looking back as the distance became too close for comfort. He sees as his weapon is released from the binding of his Tendoriru o Tanoshimu. The man simultaneously followed up his disarming of Hiroka with an attempt at a lightning fast attack. Hiroka’s expression at the moment of this unexpected pacing caused a widening of his eyes in the surprise of such a quick reaction to the release of his shikai’s Tsuihō technique. However this shift lasted for a moment before it shifted back to his wicked smile, his antagonist adding a phrase to his chant.
Ikarihime while charged was like a deadman’s switch. The weapon was incredibly unstable, force fed a ton of spiritual energy by the absorption of the charged smoke. Contained within the clutches of Hiroka’s spiritual energy the weapon’s destructive power was contained until he desired the release of the energy. However dislodged from his grasp, there was nothing stopping the flood of explosive force. This also removed the option of control from Hiroka, meaning the force, form, and amount of power behind the attack would not be honed, yet instead wildly thrown out.
That knowledge was something the young shinigami had accounted for should something happen to the arm or bindings that held his weapon. A contingency thought out before the start of the conflict, another one however that he did not perceive as something that would occur as early as it has. The launching of the blade from the removal of Hiroka’s grasp on the weapon had thrown Ikarihime backwards behind the two of them. Though before it could gain enough distance the weapon sparked, igniting the air around it and releasing the contained blast with force significantly stronger than the first blast. This crash of flame and smoke engulfed the two while Hiroka allowed the force of it to throw himself forward several dozen meters. The blast prevented a loss of his limb from the man's attack but he still sustained a gash within his right shoulder that caused enough damage to limit the movement and control of the corresponding arm.
He knew immediately the damage the attack had done, not needing to take any time to access the wound. His outfit was even tattered a bit from the blast, exposing his seal patch on his chest. Hiroka performed a shunpo in the direction of his dislodged zanpakuto, grasping it within his hand, feeling the heat on it’s hilt that was typically mitigated while in his control. He didn’t desire to give the Captain another chance to move with the smokescreen left from the explosion, swiftly causing the entirety of the lingering exhaust to be consumed by Ikarihime. While it fed on the smog it gained even more power than it did the previous time. Hiroka weakly raised his right hand and clutched at his Yūgure no Hiru, tearing it away as if he was trying to quickly rip off a bandaid. He did not want to give his opponent the opportunity to fully finish his incantation, despite being unsure of which combative kido it specifically was.
The release of this reiatsu bind immediately causes an outward flood of his crimson spiritual pressure which almost seemed to be boundless. An image of a horrifying entity entangled within the form of his power looked out to the heavens frozen in a shape of ragefully screaming. Hiroka wastes no time after removing the bind, rushing into the position of the Kido Master, halting a meter before the man. Thrusting his weapon out before him, stabbing the air and then turning it like a key.
”Boom.” The male said simply as a brilliant red burst of spiritual energy coursing along the superheated air floods from his zanpakuto outward towards Tenzen, immediately igniting the air before him. The force of this explosion rivalled that of an Espada-level Cero.
The sheer might of the blast threw Hiroka backwards though this time he contained his propulsion and simply slid back along the air about fifteen meters. He stands keeping his eye trained on the location of the detonation, drawing in a bit of the smoke but immediately venting it out around his form. The intention being to remove the shroud of the cloud, but not allowing Ikarihime to absorb the energy, allowing it to cool down from that copious amount of thermal energy. While a bit longer of a time than the first full assimilation of the smoke, it still only took a few seconds before the cloud was completely dispersed from the area. The vented heat still lingering in the air around the now unshackled shinigami. His mind having already convinced himself of a follow-up course of actions, should the assault of explosions not have significantly damaged his opponent.
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The goal to separate Hiroka from his weapon seemed to be a success as the blade twirled by cloth caught the edge of the Captain’s Katana and was severed. The blade flies off behind the combating duo and unbeknownst to Tenzen separating the Zanpakuto from its wielder holds devastating results. As he is following through with his Onibi attack the blade detonates on it’s own seeking to engulf the Captain in its fury. Young Hiroka may seek to use this explosion to his advantage to gain distance from his senior but sadly, things will not go as he anticipates. The spell placed on the back of Tenzen’s neck triggers once again, while it may not have been the boy’s intent to use his Zanpakuto in this way he should have thought of a more proficient method of escape. It is foolish to assume once a spell is triggered it is gone for good especially one that is a shield. The shockwave he was banking on saving him from the Onibi never arrives as Millón Escudo intercepts it, gathers it to a single point and repels it outward and away from Tenzen and Hiroka in turn. The young soul does however get his wish of gaining distance from the Captain in the form of Onibi landing. The force of the blow not only separates his arm from his body at the shoulder but quite possibly sends him flying forward as a result.
His eyes narrow realizing that had it not been for the spell protecting his flank he would have taken some damage from that explosion. He returns his Katana to his right hand, shifting his sheathed Wakizashi back to his left side. Now he sets a new plan in motion, one that will test the determination and resolve of the captain hopeful.
”Kokuzo.”
He speaks the name of his Zanpakuto shifting it into Shikai and vanishes via Shunpo reappearing near Hiroka’s Zanpakuto encapsulating it in a golden mist. Without an idea of how or why it exploded he plans to keep it from exploding again with his own Shikai. The ominous white glow that was once on Tenzen’s Katana seems to have transferred to Hiroka’s blade, barely visible due to the golden mist that is enveloping it. He stands with his back to the explosive blade, the strength of Millón Escudo is nothing to scoff at especially in the hands of the Grand Kido Chief. Hiroka will have to do more than use wild and chaotic explosions to break this shield or perhaps attempt a more forward assault against the Captain. The boy does seek to be Captain of Eleventh Division, after all, a forward assault should be more so in his nature than a strike from behind.
”Boil forth and deny. Grow numb and flicker.”
Not one but two verses are recited for the damnable Kido spell. The Reiatsu around Tenzen increase further as it grows in strength now tinting the blue sky in a veil of purplish black. Down an arm and his Zanpakuto guarded what will Hiroka do? A boy shooting for the stars with his goals and aspirations has just been returned to the earth. He is faced against a man who seeks to kill him and end his life, how will he fight to preserve it?
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Hiroka's plan of allowing his zanpakuto's fail safe to aid him in escape had failed due to Tenzen's prompt activation of his banked spell. As a result he had lost his right arm and was propelled further away from the Captain by this assault. The young Shinigami held a stance, trying to slow his forward progression by tightening his flow of Reishi beneath his feet. He turned towards the direction of his opponent quickly running an adjustment through his mind, though that was all but a split second before he rushed for his removed arm, clutching it within his grasp. Raising it towards the shoulder it was severed from he spiked his release of spiritual energy and allowed it to reach the corresponding bandages on the dispatched limb. The crimson energy causing the bandages to release from the arm and reconfigure around it. It created a tight bind at the point of the severing and the remainder of it coiling around his upper and lower arm, as well as the palm of his hand. Hiroka maintained the flow of his spiritual energy within those bindings, creating a method of partially controlling that arm. He'd raise his right arm towards his face, testing the function of his charged bindings. They gifted him with the ability to use the arm but not to adjust the orientation of his fingers.
It was always within his interest when going into a fight with an unknown power to bring bindings for each of his limbs as well as one around his neck. This gave him a means to adjust to scenarios that either voided the abilities of his weapon or even could be resolved without the use of Ikarihime. In this situation, he had no access to his zanpakuto and also did not have Kido as a crutch, leaving only his Hakuda and Hohō prowess. His left hand reached for his seal hidden beneath his cloak, discarding it to the side and allowing his power to fully flow. His mind focusing on allowing a portion of that energy to deeply seep into all the Tendoriru o Tanoshimu wrappings that were around his limbs and neck. This power causing them to gain a significant increase in their already impressive durability and swiftness. His eyes locked on Tenzen, closing the gap at a breakneck speed, preparing an attack on the Kido Master. The bindings along his legs would rapidly lash out coiling themselves around the Captain's arms, further steeling their power upon contact, striving to restrict movement of his arms. The bindings of both of his arms threading a bit lower and covering the knuckles of both hands, increasing the force behind the following strike.
Both of his arms moved outside of his own form, winding up as he steadied his feet beneath him to add power behind the building attack. They'd thrust inward with enough speed and might that a connecting hit would send out a shockwave outward from the contact point. His left arm aimed towards the direct center of the male, the right aimed a few inches beneath there. This technique was the notorious and destructive Hakuda with the moniker Sōkotsu. One that held the potential to completely obliterate an opponent in its execution. Upon either the repulsion or the eradication of the Captain, Hiroka would manipulate the bindings to remove themselves from his opponents arms and follow through with one of them extending for his weapon. Despite his bandages reaching for the weapon, he'd insure that any assault from Tenzen at this range could be countered with the use of his mastery of close-quarters combat. It was likely he'd have to trigger the release of his Bankai once he had successfully retrieved his weapon once again.
Even with the situation Hiroka found himself in, it did not wane his excitement and persistence in this fight. This was still of course the opportunity he had dreamed of, regardless of what transpired. He expected nothing less of someone with the title of Captain. He would aim to win this fight even if he lost both arms and had to resort to ripping out the man's throat with his bare teeth.
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Despite the significant damage done to his shoulder and arm Hiroka manages to bind the two back together with odd wrappings. Were these perhaps some sort of utility item or were they part of his Zanapakuto? These inquiries run through Tenzen’s mind as he observes from afar, the landscape of the Valley has changed due to a spell slowly being chanted by the Captain. When the boy’s eyes lock onto Tenzen the Captain readies himself for the next move, given time to just watch and observe these things won't go unnoticed. He moves at an intense speed, this was no Shunpo, it did not seem like it but the speed was impressive nonetheless. With him moving towards him from the front the Captain leaps backwards, swinging his blade from left to right and in turn releasing a wave of golden mist from his blade that engulfs the area in front of him, Hiroka’s bindings do not hit their mark. The bindings are erased from existence and if the young soul does not act fast or notice it in time the erasure will trail all the way back and remove the entirety of the tool from his person. With space once more created between them Tenzen watches in silence as the boy retrieves his blade with a separate bandage. It was quite an ingenious use of the bandage tool.
”Boil forth and deny. Grow numb and flicker. Disrupt sleep.”
The reiatsu increases even further and should be noted that Tenzen has not once released an ounce of his own Reiatsu as it has been the spell’s pressure raining down over the Valley. The metaphorical timer on this spell is reaching its crescendo and with his latest attack not connecting Hiroka will have to devise another method to harm Captain Oda. Speaking of which the Captain remains idle, he doesn’t seem to set anything up or make a move to cast a spell he only watches. Whatever the Oda is planning or has planned may not need him to set up anything further, though he is one with strong intuition and with such he does not put all his hopes on one plan. If Hiroka hopes to pass this test he’ll have to make the next move because the longer he remains idle…
”Crawling queen of iron. Eternally self-destructing doll of mud.”
The more the Buddha chants.
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Hiroka launched himself back, gaining a grasp on Ikarihime, while watching as a decent portion of his bindings were withered away by his opponent's ability. It was of no consequence however, given that what followed would render them useless. He'd discard his arm to the side, allowing it to fall upon a nearby plateau. Raising his zanpakuto outward before him while aiming the blade at the ground below, his pressure spiked drastically as he stared down Tenzen. His eyes gained a glow that matched his surging energy. It had been a significant amount of time since he activated the secondary release of his zanpakuto, in fact it was never something he had to do before. Prior to this, it was only through the decision to experiment or train that he spoke the following words...
"Fukushū no Ikarihime." He uttered while bearing his teeth within a wicked expression.
This statement preluded to heat rapidly building within Ikarihime until the blade became molten. The weapon then metamorphosed outward to form two ribbon like trails that danced passed Hiroka's body. From this interaction his attire seemingly burned away, shifting into one that was completely new. Now outfitted in a set of harem pants with a high cut crop top, more of Hiroka's scars could be seen across his figure. The clothing retained a monochrome scheme, though now primarily white. The only accent on his attire being that of yellow, most notably from strands of ribbons that extended out from his wrist and ankles. A winged crown sat upon his head while plates of armor were locked onto the tops of his feet, his shoulders, around his neck, and covering the upper portion of his chest. Torrid air spilled from Hiroka's being, easily visible to the eye. He let out a long breath that carried a large plume of steam with it. His figure dispersing from where it stood and immediately reappearing beside the Captain. Not wasting even a second of time Hiroka followed with a flurry of calculated and powerful kicks, each one varying in the intended location of contact.
The strikes were carried out in a sweeping manner, the first going for the head, the second going for the left torso, the third going for the right torso, and the last dead centered upon Tenzen's chest. Each one bringing great force, but also the primary effect of his bankai release... detonation upon contact. Should any of these attacks connect with his opponent it'd likely blow a chunk of him away. Let alone there was the danger of intense concussive force and heat that could melt steel in a flash.
Hiroka's eyes held nothing more than the intent to reduce his opponent to cinders through this action, regardless of that he laughed fiendishly as he struck with his explosively charged assault. He couldn’t waste any time in ending this battle given the clear display that this incantation was nearing its end. Although that added pressure to the situation it did not derail Hiroka’s resolve. Instead it added further excitement to fighting against the clock. He wasn’t the only one however to be faced with the weight of time. Tenzen too was dealing with it, only he would not know it yet. A race that would end with the activation of the Hadō #90: Kurohitsugi or Hiroka's Genkai Nogareru.
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