[BSD-RP] Human World: Karakura Town

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Kyo had rushed forth. His top had started changing - its pressure instantly becoming astronomically strong, impossible to be avoided from the impossibly strong density equal to the force of an actual black hole, that has a huge density meaning that any actions that would be performed in the next one to three seconds would create a big issue by disrupting one’s balance.
Alas, it did not remain for too long for the heat of the Hell Flames enjoyed a nice and warm - if allowed poetic freedom - meal. Sadly though for the Togabito named Swordeater, even this momentary gravitational force was enough to destabilize it - the same going for everyone and everything around - the powerful gravitational pull enough to reach all around, even those that had just arrived from the Senkaimon - minus Kyo due to his immunity towards his own abilities - all gravitated fastly towards that singular point. This allowed him to have no trouble at all in regards to what he had to do afterwards - at least not if the actions took more than about one and a half seconds of time, as the huge pulling force took the heat and the cold of the surrounding area and collided them bringing a momentary peace.
Unlike many techniques in Kyo’s arsenal, this one only targets spiritual entities - be they deemed organic or not.

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’Great. The flames were stronger than anticipated. Shit happens.’
Kyo’s thoughts were far too calm - especially with how his body was now burning. While the general heat that should have lit his own hair aflame and burn, before that too incinerated as well as having his skin peeled from his flesh, his muscles caught on fire, and more.
And so, the sounds of the flames having burned his clothing’s top, had escalated as the smell of burned skin now lingered in the air - having taken damage from the heat, in the form of Third degree burns that had occured. Third degree burns are also called full thickness burns and this type of burn went through the epidermis and the dermis, affecting deeper tissues - which could be damaged, or even destroyed. The injured area will appear white at start and later charred and is numb to light tpuch. Third degree burns require skin grafting in order for them to be healed - at least often.
Unlike most - if not all - Shinigami would do, Kyo did not care about the burning sensation upon his body. Nor did he enjoy it. He had actually forsaken it - leaving it as an issue for future Kyo - as, and only for a moment, did his mind give focus upon it. And so, this burning man, watched closely upon what this Togabito did - as well as taking notice of what the others did - but never taking his eyes away from the Togabito, sensing the others just from their Reiatsu, sounds they made and voices. A lackluster amount of information was given to Kyo, not that he cared, as the main enemy was the Togabito and nobody else - for now.
Furthermore due to the previous actions, Kyo was now saved from the burning sensation - that sensation and heat having fallen victim to being pulled within the, now, non-existent void. This lessened the burden upon Kyo by a lot - not that he would actually notice the issue.
“SHINJITSU! We’re pulling back!”
Kyo heard the voice of one ranked above him. He knew, though, that in the spot he was it would be near impossible to actually commit to the order. Furthermore he knew that if he did so, he would miss a huge chance - that being the one brought forth from the actions before, as well as those that were yet to be done.
Specifically, a reaction.
Kyo’s eyes quickly took note of how the Togabito moved. Any being that has the shape of a human, starts moving from the pelvis - the pelvis being the very first thing to move. Kyo was able to infer that slight movement, taking notice of the angle and everything. It seemed the Togabito wanted to escape from Kyo, an action that showcased that this Togabito had issues.
And so, Kyo smiled, his face taking a smug look.

He did not need to make big changes in his stance after all. A small alteration and the Togabito would rush at him - as it did.
While many are unable to keep track of beings that move fast, Kyo excels at it. The reason for that stemming from his masterful experience in regards to Zanjutsu and Hakuda, as well as his enemies always using Shunpo to circumvent the strong offensive and defensive capabilities of Kyo - allowing Kyo’s eyes to become more experienced in tracking fast objects and beings. Now, that does not mean that the tracking is absolute, no. The tracking is more apt to say that Kyo is able to infer - from the muscles - the way one’s body moves, especially capable of recognizing the pressure brought forth from one single simple thing. Air. As one moves through space, they make the air around their body to move away, move apart. This alteration in the air is something that Kyo can see - if allowed the poetic freedom - to infer. It is, after all, very simple once you focus your senses upon their body - first focusing on the pelvis, then the torso. Through those two, one can understand the angle. And through the sound - the only way to see the alteration of the air through one’s body movement, one is able to recognize the speed.
Due to the processing speed on Kyo’s brain, he is capable of recognizing these signals and move accordingly, finding his body now in the perfect angle to intercept this enemy.
Only thing missing? The enemy.
And thus, Kyo waited. The moment that the Togabito unleashed its speed, its fate had been sealed. Unknown if the attack that Kyo would unleash in a moment would work, but the main action Kyo did was one really odd.
The heavy sense of gravitational pulling force brought forth from Kyo had ceased - as if it was but an illusion. Everyone could immediately feel a sense of the heavy pressure being removed from their bodies - the gravitational pulling now being felt nowhere. Nowhere? No. That would be a lie to be honest. Only one being could feel the gravitational pull and that being was Kyo. Quite similarly to how Kyo’s Reiatsu could pull forces upon him, so could the Reiatsu designate a target upon which it pulled Kyo towards - the target being the Togabito. This technique has been dubbed as Polarization by Kyo.
In order for this technique to be used correctly, Kyo needs to come in contact with the target - be it from the usage of Kidō or from contact through either his Zanpakutō or his own body.
This was accomplished with a very simplistic action - one can even call it stupid even. Kyo had inferred the path that the Togabito would pass and he stepped outside the path. His senses were always ready to defend against an attack - his chances of survival being assured thanks to the way his brain worked - and his focus had been upon the Togabito. Specifically upon the chains that existed upon the Togabito itself.
Both of Kyo’s hands, even the one holding Chūkū Ha - ready to let it go at a moment’s notice - had moved in an odd stance - same for his legs. The stance being similar to those taken when one is about to suplex an enemy. As normal as this sounds, it is not. It is a suplex, yes, but it is an action performed by a master Hakuda practitioner, allowing it to be trickier - especially with how Shin views the world - making it a technique that allows Shin to capture enemies, or even kill them - depending on how resistant they are. This suplex is one that follows principles similar to Jujutsu - using an enemy’s own speed, weight and force against them - fused with principles brought forth from Greco-Roman wrestling which would result in the enemy to be toppled - especially at this place being so high in the air - and revert the mirror the force of their speed back to them by either throwing them to the ground or - which would be harder - back to Hell Gate.
Nonetheless, this suplex was but the defensive mechanism that he would mobilize if he was attacked in this high speed movement - yes, Kyo would definitely be damaged from this action, but thanks to the way he viewed the world he would be able to survive a deathblow, at least for now.
And so, the actual aim of Kyo was to utilize something he had upon his body since quite some time ago. The punctures he had done upon his hands.
Unlike the technique where by piercing his heart he can manifest an absolute Void of the highest power upon anything, through the action of puncturing his body at any other spot he is able to create what he calls as ”Void Shield”. These Voids that are able to suck in anything that is made by energy - be it a spectral form or a physical form. Only issue about the aforementioned is that the ”Void Shields” do not work upon anything that is a bigger size than their own. Sadly for Kyo, the chains’ size is slightly bigger than what the ”Void Shields” are in general.
But after any kind of the aforementioned energy is being sucked within the Voids, they empower the Voids, making them stronger, but in a fraction of the power they had. The empowerment makes the Void Shields bigger in size and through the various projectiles that had been pulled from the clothing that became a Void and then sucked by those shields as Kyo simply prepared, their size was now equal, or slightly bigger, to the chains.
And so, the moment the Togabito passed by, Kyo moved his hands towards the chains - their pull being the same as the one from the one brought forth by the clothing but only capable of interacting with the aforementioned types of energy.
By having done all this, Kyo could now reach the same velocity the Togabito had - going right behind it. This happens because of the Polarization technique and the tagging of the chains brought forth from the usage of the Void Shields.
And so, Kyo soared through the skies. The speed was amazing and Kyo enjoyed this sensation a lot, as he focused upon one thing. To sense when the Togabito would stop.
Due to the abrupt nature of this action, as well as the fact that Kyo had tagged as the point of Polarization the chains of the Togabito, it is close to improbable but not impossible that Kyo would be sensed - keeping a big distance between the two, of about two moments after the Togabito left. This would let Kyo reach it the moment the Togabito had paused and started speaking, as well as at the moment that the female Quincy had called upon a technique that brought forth Shadows, an extra layer of defence that might cloud the Togabito’s senses - especially now that its focus was upon the female Quincy.
Kyo’s smug smile was now even bigger than before, but his feelings were null.
His sense - due to his Reiatsu’s gravitational pull being upon the Togabito’s chains itself - had allowed him to be able to pinpoint the exact whereabouts of it - at least of the chains and through their position he could infer where the body was at - while the shadows hid his own presence, the Reiryoku used to bring the technique in fruition becoming the aforementioned defence. His speed had reached the same as the Togabito’s now and he was but a moment away from colliding with it.
As Kyo reached the Togabito, he now held Chūkū Ha in an odd way, specifically he performed a technique named Shatterpoint, which - by grabbing the oddly shaped weapon's handle ("T" shape) by the very end - allowed Shin to shatter a point by bringing all his strength into it, through this action Chūkū Ha became far more enhanced in regards to penetrative forces, exactly like a pin pressing above a big surface.
All this was done to bring Kyo to a spot where he was safe, as well as to a point where his skills would excel. Close combat.
All that needed to be seen, was whether the Quincies within this space would assist him - the female Quincy and the male one. From a very quick observation, he had understood that one was a - probably - mostly closed ranged combatant like Kyo and the woman - probably - excelled at ranged combat.
No matter what though, this caged space through the technique known as Shadow it actually accentuated Kyo’s close ranged ability.
What Kyo needed to know now, was whether this field was capable of holding enemies within - only time would tell for both this question, as well as whether Kyo’s attack would land - its aim had been around the heart, give and take about two centimeters (0.787401575 inches) a statement of how acute his perception is.

 

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“SHINJITSU! We’re pulling back!”
Surprise was not the feeling that visited Omoni Hageshi in that crucial moment. Not as the ground at her feet erupted and not as the resulting plume wafted upwards, temporarily hiding both herself and Oyama from the view of those on the field. No, Hageshi had reserved that sort of unfamiliar sensation for the perpetrator that had determined the three Shinigami less of an issue to be dealt with compared to the pack of Quincy hovering overhead.
Just as the smug expression stretched across the face of the smoldering division member and he made yet another reckless decision in his mind to charge head in at the Togabito against orders which had already swatted him effortlessly away once, the trap would activate and put an abrupt stop to that cycle before it could begin again.
Whether it was coincidence or purely luck, the Lieutenant’s well of spiritual power instantly filled to the brim at that moment. Chains meant for her and Oyama’s ankles were met with an invasion of tendrils that had been preemptively set in the earth around them acting on the surface as stabilizers. Without hesitation, they entangled themselves among the hellish shackles fortified with presumably overbearing strength. All at once, Omoni took down the barricade she had created to protect herself from Hell’s pull only to conjure a voracious vortex that encompassed herself, Oyama and Shinjitsu. So fervent and corrosive now was her reiatsu that spilled out into the atmosphere, cars or rubble that sped by would be reduced to harmless dust...crushed under the sheer weight of the Lieutenant’s true spiritual energy. All around those in the vicinity would feel it’s monumental arrival but it would be too late for the enemy who was willingly distracted by the time it’s happening. To say that those experiencing it first hand would feel terror or awe was an understatement and it painted a clear picture as to who was really in charge among the Shinigami there. Much like the accomplished fisherman Omoni often boasted to be, she sank the hook when the Togabito took the bait. There was no time for words now, she had to act fast.

These malleable spikes of Namakizu violently lashed around while the velocity of the tornado Hageshi had created worked in tandem with them to overpower the villain. Those chains that bound the Togabito to hell found themselves viciously and instantaneously constricting it’s arms and legs together thereby immobilizing it in mid air. Their length was enveloped in blue flames as a visible manifestation of her scorching reiatsu but seemed careful not to get near that atrocious mask that had been the bane of the entire occurrence to begin with. They may have even resembled something akin to a demonic presence from whence the Togabito had come.
As the torrential cyclone expanded, the chains would lash it’s prisoner about wildly making it close to impossible for it to manage targeting her while being whiplashed about in rag doll fashion and by extension left only an after image for the Quincy it had appeared before to deal with. Instead, unless unlikely deterred, the demon would find itself at the mercy of the otherwise dismissed Hageshi where there was none to be found. The woman's mind was focused only on pulverizing the enemy with no room for concern about herself. Filled with the thirst for more and this unwavering resolve,The Lieutenant completely embraced her own gargantuan strength to the point that it may have appeared absolutely out of control when that was the exact opposite of the circumstance.

Even as she disappeared from her position on the street leaving broken ground in her wake, then apparated directly above the enemy with Namakizu raised high above her head and remorselessly brought it down, Hageshi was exhibiting incredibly fine tuned regulation. Furthermore, although the bastard had taken a bite out of her Zanpakuto before, Omoni was confident this time it would be different. Earlier in the fight, Namakizu’s intentions had been to save Shinjitsu by lightly defending with it’s spines which ended up getting it chomped on. Had the Togabito opened up to take in another morsel for a second time it would be presented with more than it had bargained for. Flames that spread out like an entirely new sky silhouetted the world of the living’s protector and the club this time purely appropriating a cataclysmic offense followed through.
KA-KRACK!
Naturally, the objective was to shatter the mask attached to the Hell Spawn’s face while sending him barreling into the asphalt below where a cacophony of blue fire would combust harming only the evil doer upon devastating impact. Additionally, Omoni’s actions had not been bred from any kind of spite against the Quincy Queen and her soldiers. The woman had acted entirely on the premise she could protect her own and the world of the living from it’s tyranny. No doubt this had been ignorant but anyone who knew the monstrous woman would have stated it was a normal resort she’d have taken often dealing with consequences after the fact.

Had this not been enough to do the trick, Hageshi remained at the ready with reigns on the opponent adjusted so they were nowhere near herself or her comrades in arms. If he fought to regain dominion she would act as an adversary with tremendous gusto. From what she could tell, the Togabito had been among the land of the living earlier in it’s previous lifetime. This she deduced because it had wailed wondering where another Lieutenant had been no doubt seeking some kind of revenge. Well. It was inevitably going to discover Omoni Hageshi was not Arashi Suta and events were not going to be remotely similar. Whatever it was the ghoul had in store if it wasn’t already vanquished, the beastly amazonian would meet it with just as much if not more punishment.

 

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Currently At •Old Karakura train station (空座 本町駅, karakura honchō eki)

'Here I am again.' A rough voice resonated in his mind. 'The same too small, compact cattle truck. The same horde of half awake, half dead creatures in ties and a rough jacket arm in my face as its wearer reads a ‘daily times’ ....' His left hand found itself resting and applying a small amount of pressure to the bridge of his nose. 'The same squeak of shoes on the paving slabs, the same slurps of coffee and crunch of breakfast burgers ...' His dangerous looking eyes would rest on the back of a mans neck. ' I could kill them all in the next tunnel.... i could be done with it... i could be alone...' The crease in his brow was accented by a vein, revealing his hatred of his current surroundings. The man was taller and wider than most, yet he still stood with hardly an eye on him. From his fine black shoes, to well fitting suit. You would assume this gentleman is of a higher class. So what was he doing riding a train?
Suddenly the eternal rattling is outdone by the screeching as the Train brakes to slow the wheels and throws everyone board all forward slightly. The screen above our heads flickers then starts again with the aggravating, female voice over of the event quickly following. A final shudder and we’ve landed, and we all stagger to our feet, not least the man at the front of the train who was crushed under the human mass as the train braked. When the doors open a sea of half dead half agitated flesh seeps through the halls and up the stairs into the heart of Karakura Town. The Gentleman waits to be the last aboard the train before grabbing a brief case from the railing above the seats. Taking a few steps down the path tot he exit, he would notice a man sleeping on the first bench near the door. Reaching into his back pocket, the Gentleman takes out a few bills and then quickly stuffs them in the sleeping mans jacket pocket. Securely enough so that no one would notice it was there.
After taking a few steps out, The Gentleman slides a rail pass against a digital scanner, it beeps and allows him through. Noise is everywhere, Everyone is everywhere. Scrambling through the station. Taking his suit coat and gripping it by the collar in the same hand his brief case was, He would then drape it over his left shoulder as he began to walk out of the Train Station. Little bits of construction were being done, it looked as if they were trying to modern the station up rather than abandon it. Walking through the crowd, he quickly found himself outside and calling a driver over. Climbing into the back, The Gentleman handed the driver a card, The driver went to speak but the man held his hand up. He then passed the driver several larger bills than he displayed before. With this notion the human mind is quick to stop asking questions. The driver simply drove.

It had been some time since he had returned to Karakura, having been away for many, many, years. Not a word was uttered in the ride to his destination, the man had that affect on people. About half way there, he would roll his window down a bit, then begin to reach into his suit vest pocket. From there he would pull out a golden leaf cigar. Medical plants and aged tobacco wrapped in a signature gold leaf made them look far more luxurious than they actually were. However, shortly after pulling one out he would bite down on one end while reaching over to his brief case. With both hands swiftly unlatching it, the case clicked and popped up, opening its contents. A foam casing with a single imprint in the center. The imprint was that of a lighter, four inches long by two inches wide and was solid gold with pitch black etchings, engraving the Diamante Family crest upon each of it's sides. Taking it out and using his thumb to flip the top off, he quickly rolled his thumb back over the golden casing that housed the wick and flint and grind wheel. The grind wheel setting a few sparks off, before a black flame flickered from the wick.

The smell of a potent Indica mixed with heavy dark tobacco filled the taxi, slowly drifting out the slightly open window. The flare of the cigar would glow in the back of the cab several times before he would ash it out the window. Casually puffing on it, He would reach into his front right pocket. A black phone with sleek design is retrieved. The man presses his thumb against the front of it, allowing it to light up. A black wallpaper with a golden crest, again signalling the Diamante Family. He would press the messenger app and select the only named contact in the list. The others were code names and randomly named number sequences. The name he clicked on was the color of orange sherbet with a bouquet of flowers before and after it. A crime he was not guilty of. Pressing the contact ' Blume '
His message would be short.
' I've arrived'

 

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It was as predicted with Shinjitsu; He was going to give her a hard time. Despite his wounds the man wanted to charge back. Admirable traits, to shrug off damage, but to charge in without a plan, without trying to figure something out with his shinigami, let alone his squad members was foolish. Even though Omoni and herself were on the back foot Oyama still tried to keep herself observant; as she had been looking around before the barrier came to surround the two, what she had spotted amongst the golden barrage of arrows was one that was out of place, A seele schneider if she remembered correctly, it was a bit larger that the others as it soared towards the Togabito, but it had been stopped and redirected towards the two; thankfully though Omoni had created a barrier around them with her zanpakutō, and anchored itself into the ground fairly well. Though that didn’t stop the impact sounds of the arrows clashing into Namakizu, the sound was like rain hitting a tin roof, but something else was making its way towards them. It was the sound of metal ratting against one another, but before it could reach them it had stopped.
As soon as it did the lieutenant was quick to act with taking her zanpakutō barrier down, and with that a wave of reiatsu poured down on the surrounding area, destroying the remains of the surrounding area, almost as if it was never there. Still the dirt kicked up from pulling her zanpakutō out with two lengthy sets of chains attached to the Togabito, in which he was pulled away from the quincy woman.
The lieutenant was certainly a force to deal with, and again she was glad that she was on their side, but also worried that there might be no Karakura town left to defend. Doubt was seeping into her head, that doubt was whether or not she could lead, all her choices this night had finally weighed upon her, the two unseated division members dying to that bat hollow, the other hollow exploding and taking a sizeable chunk of land with it, and now the Togabito who had by far done the worst amount of destruction to the town.

“They don’t respect you Oyama. You allowed two division members to die tonight, and now will allow countless lives to due further.”
To Oyama, Furia had manifested herself right beside Shinjitsu. This of course was all going on in her head, as Furia had no way of physically appearing beside anyone, though anyone around Oyama could feel her reiatsu shifting.
“Shut up.”
Is all she had to say to her other half, but she knew that Furia wouldn’t stop until she had spoken out.
“You’re far to weak for this Oyamaaaaaaa. You don’t possess the ability to fight, let alone lead an entire division. Allow me permanent control and I will undo all your wrongs.”
Oyama knew that Furia’s rule over 13th wouldn’t be pleasant, she was right about her other half, she was only half right, as right now Oyama made a lot of mistakes, but she was still learning, and she doubted Furia could lead any better.
“You will not be leading anything tonight, even you know that this is over your head.”
Furia only smiled at her other half before disappearing, she pushed that doubt further tonight, trying to set the board in her favor to take over their shared body. In times like this she would have hopped to get council from the Blood Panda, like so many others have with their Zanpakutō, but he offered none to her.
The sound of ground cracking brought her out of her thoughts, The lieutenant was gone, from her position but she wasn’t far, as she spun her zanpakutō and Togabito with enough force to create a tornado.
For the most part Oyama was relatively safe at the center of the tornado, but she felt like she was a sitting duck, there was more here than just that Togabito, and she had to inform the Lieutenant about it, but she couldn’t get a good grasp as to where she was, her reiatsu flooded the place making it difficult pin point, while at the same time the swirling winds and blue flames made it harder to spot her. It wasn’t just that she was worried that the Togabito would come for her in this moment.
It was again the sound of chains rattling against one another that gave the Togabito away, she had to move, as she thought it would be coming directly for her, but it wasn’t exactly going for her, she just happened to be at the wrong place in the wrong time, so she quickly ran and dove out of the way, turning her head to see the Togabito smash into the ground, and following those chains she was able to see the Lieutenant, in which she quickly ran towards.
“lieutenant Hageshi! The Togabito Brought something else here!”
She had realized her yelling made her a target, so she had brought her hands together at the handle of her zanpakutō.
“Bakudō #4 Hainawa!”
Yellow light of Reshi gathered around Oyama’s zanpakutō handle then traveled up to the blade where she held onto it, readying to turn herself around at a moments notice, she didn’t want to be caught by the chains, and was ready to turn around and grip onto those chains with the bakudō and hopefully to swing it else where. Though she could use it as its original purpose to bind someone if needed.

 

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The group next to the Senkaimon watched and listened as the city streets rumbled like thunder, miles away and here in Karakura, there had been reports of another togabito in Naruki city causing havoc, so several watched in that direction as well just in case. Katsuo however grew worried, and tired of waiting… for orders, a sign, anything. As the battle for Karakura town raged on, the young Shinigami grew more restless… it was a hard decision to make. Would he risk the lives of his brother's Division members and his own to go and save their 3rd and 5th seat… or would he wait and let Omoni-san hopefully return with them.. he wondered if Division one got his code red message, if any more back up was going to come, or if Omoni's own captain and Division were coming to assist her… time would tell, and time unfortunately was something they all had little of. Any more spiritual pressure in this world could have drastic consequences for the Humana and souls division thirteen was meant to protect.
"I'm… going. I'm going in. Those of you brave or stupid enough to follow me can come with, the rest of you stay here… I won't hold it against you, it's even taking me a lot of courage and bravado to go back… Togabitos are scary."
He didn't sound as confident as he was before when exiting the Senkaimon, some of the members with him looked concerned and confused. He blinked looking around at the faces… the long faces he'd remembered but long since forgotten. These faces of fear and confusion were the very faces of he and his friends when their fearsome leader led them to the rogue Shinigami den, and to their deaths. Katsuo's heart raced, it started to get hotter suddenly, and it wasn't from the gates of hell. He gulped momentarily, before looking over at the Division five insignia on a 5th member's headband.
That was right. Katsuo wasn't Katsuo Toshiyuki anymore… he was Katsuo ODA! the most feisty, fierce, and dangerous clan of warriors in the Seireitei… descendant from warlords, conquerors and emperors… he took a breath and smirked, then shook his head.
"Danger, Death, war, we aren't living if we don't get involved in any of this! We're warriors, soldiers, we live and die by our swords, swords in our hands… let's fight to save our teammates, or die trying. Whoever believes the same follow. The rest of you stay and cower in your own weakness."
No More. Katsuo thought. He wasn't going to BE that scared little boy that he thought he was anymore… he couldn't be! He had so much to prove, people he cared about to make proud, a battle that needed to be won. With those words he dashed off, and with him, nearly all of the back up Shinigami that had arrived, joined him. It was time to make their squad proud, their captain, Tenzen Oda proud. Katsuo felt the same way… though he wanted more to make himself worthy of the Oda name fully. The squad of Shinigami scattered, coming from all directions to the Togabito.
Katsuo landed on a building that was torn in half, the top sucked into the hell gate long ago. He stood and assessed the situation, getting a read on everyone's location as he arrived. Omoni's limiter had been broken and she'd begun her assault as he and the others arrived. As she broke free from the chains that surrounded her, Katsuo caught a glimpse of his 3rd seat, The blue hair would stand out in any crowd. This sudden urge to protect the people he cared for, called for epic battle music. He pulled his headphones up over his ears and prepared for the first real battle he'd had in years.

He'd appear out of the blue, with several other Shinigami, that began sliding down the rubble. The Division 5 members that joined him withstood Omoni's presence with all their might, and managed to pull off the very same kido spell Oyama used, on the chain links surrounding the area, restricting their movement further. Katsuo jumped upward with his dual Zanpakuto in hand.
"Reign Triumphant! Eikōgitsune!"
A whirl of Reiatsu and a blast of energy came from the young Shinigami who landed beside Oyama Hoshi, Katsuo's energy around him took the form of that of a Kitsune, ready to devour the enemy.

KLAANG
The sounds of Katsuo's blades hitting and actually bouncing back the chains surrounding Oyama reverberated through the streets, before he turned his attention to Oyama and raised his chin toward her as if to take the exit opening he made for her, and quickly.
"go! Rendezvous at the Senkaimon."
He was fast, he would make it out better than Oyama would with the chains, as for Kyo… the guy was stubborn. He neglects orders for pulling back and gets caught in the crossfire… let it be a lesson for him if he gets hurt badly. The chains that Katsuo's freezing cold blade made contact with, would have froze in place due to the extreme cold temperature released from the blade, long enough for him and Oyama to escape their grasp. As he froze the chains below, as Omoni dealt with the Togabito, the 5th members with the Hainawa Kido all began binding all of the loose frozen chains together, so they had nowhere to go when they were no longer brittle.
They would all then make their escape and back out and away from the eye of the storm, hopefully with 3rd seat Oyama Hoshi in tow.
"Oya, I warned the soul Society of the Togabito, 5th Division sent back up, there's supposed to be more coming, but I haven't gotten word yet on when… can Omoni-san hold out, you think?"